#i need to crawl inside his head and poke around. what goes on there bud

[aberfaeth]

now what on earth did amon-ra st brown text dan campbell about at four in the morning after that loss

[lina-lovebug]

Kaz Brekkers First Time

Kaz Brekker x fem! reader

Smut!! Oral (fem receiving), penetration

Kaz never thought much about sex.

Even during the course if your relationship, he didn't think much on it. You respected his boundaries and even when he wanted to move forward with the little things, you reassured him that he never had to go outside his comfort zone.

But little by little, you both worked up to holding hands. Kaz had noticed the couples or hookups leaving the Crow Club with their hands intertwined, and although it didn't seem like a big deal, it was very intimate for him. Never letting someone go, physically or mentally, started with holding eachothers hands. He let you know he wanted to try one day and he immediately went in to grab your hand, trying to force himself to be a good boyfriend for you.

To be a good enough man.

But you felt him shaking, trying to ignore his own trauma, and immediately let him go. You didn't have to be a Heartrender to feel that he was extremely uncomfortable, so throughout the day, you would brush your hand against his or even hold eachothers pinky. By the end of the week, he found enough courage to intertwine your hands and it made him feel warm inside.

It was normal for you to be in your pajamas around him, but it was one particular night that Kaz felt. . .strange.

You came into his office wearing a robe, just a nighttime robe, and grabbed a few things before leaving but it had an effect on him. He noticed the small water droplets that fell from your hair and onto your plump breasts, sliding in between to who knows where. Yes, it was for a few seconds, but that's when he started to think about it.

And that was five months ago.

Kaz only took notice that maybe you missed sex to when he overheard a conversation between you and Jesper.

"You've never cum?!"

"Jesper, ssh!" You giggled.

"I mean, no, not really. Look, he was fine, but he never really asked if I came or not. It just ended when he did," You shrugged, referring to your ex boyfriend.

The very thought of you, an actual goddess, having to put up with a man who didn't even have the audacity to ask if it was good for you too, made Kaz angry. But, it also made him determined.

It was the winding down in the Crow Club, and you decided to say goodnight to the crew before joining your boyfriend.

"Kaz-" You stopped by his office but immediately saw that he wasn't there.

Which was very unusual for the Bastard of the Barrel.

You lingered for a moment before continuing to your shared room. You opened the door to a few more candles than usual, and that's when you spotted your boyfriend.

"Kaz, what-what is all this?" You asked, noticing the trail of rose petals and despite the candles, it was dimly lit and it felt cozy and warm.

"I love you, my darling. More than the world itself," You blushed, never having heard such daring words from his lips as he brought up your hand to them. You felt warm as his bright blue eyes lingered on you.

"I love you too, Kaz."

"I overheard your conversation with Jesper a few nights ago. It did make me upset that such a man could live with himself after what he has done," You were confused for a moment but it hit you and you felt embarrassed. How does one bring that up in conversation with your boyfriend?

"Or, rather what he hasn't done."

"How does one bring that up in conversation? Are you upset? I'm sorry I didn't tell you-"

"If anyone should be upset, it's you," He cut you off.

"Why?"

"I. . .I've found myself wondering about sex, and I want to do that with you. I want you to tell me where you feel good, where you want to be touched, and the fact that he thought you were fine is appalling."

"Kaz, communication goes both ways. It was also my fault for not telling him," You confessed.

"But, you want to move forward with this? Are you sure it's not too soon?" You asked, out of respect for his touch aversion but once you met his eyes, you felt yourself grow hot. He's a respectful man, but you could see the clear love and lust within his eyes. And you wondered how long he had been looking at you that way.

"I'm sure."

"Okay. If you feel uncomfortable or you want to stop, just tell me. I don't want your first time to be out of pressure," You reassured him, and he slowly nodded before dipping in and capturing your lips in his own.

You've had small pecks before with Kaz, but this was definitely different. His lips were slightly chapped, which you didn't mind as he applied a bit more pressure into the kiss and his hands wandered to your waist. Testing the waters, your hands ghosted his shirt before you pulled back for air but he didn't want your lips to leave his. He felt himself growing hot and your lips tasted like the sweets you were eating earlier, so he dove right back in.

He felt like his heart was going to burst from excitement. Both in his chest and down there.

Thank God he closed the curtains.

He felt needy, and the growing election his pants wasn't helping. He started to remove his shirt, and you pulled away to help undo the buttons. Your eyes slightly widened at his already growing erection and hurried the pace. It was only when his shirt was finally off that you knew that it wasn't going to be just a hug.

You were both going to be nude, sweaty, and closer than ever.

"Do you still want this?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to undress me?" You offered.

He started undoing your buttons, feeling nervous at how you may see him now. Did you think he was too skinny? Or too big? Did you even want to have sex, or were you just doing this because he wanted-

His train of negative thoughts stopped when he realized that you weren't wearing a bra. You slowly slipped off the remainder of your dress, and he let out a shaky breath as he looked at the goddess before him.

"What do you thi-" You couldn't even finish your sentence before he grabbed your waist and pulled you against him, smashing his lips deliciously into yours. You moaned at the contact because his erect member was still poking through his trousers, and you felt it against your heat.

His lips started to make their way down your neck, placing small pecks as he went down, and you felt yourself growing wetter against him.

You didn't want to push him, so you began to rub your thighs together to create some kind of friction as he decided to lead you to the bed and you collapsed into the sheets.

"I want to explore every inch of you. I want to taste you," He admitted shamefully.

"May I?"

"Yes, please, Kaz," You replied, needing some kind of release as he lowered himself and began placing kisses down your body. Curious, and unexpectedly making you even more wet, he poked his tongue out at your nipple and you bit your lip to hide your embarrassing sounds. He began to swirl his tongue around it, earning a moan from you as you gripped the sheets.

And he liked hearing these sounds from you, knowing that it was him making you feel this way. He went to toy with the other when he finally noticed that his hands were still covered by his gloves.

"You don't have to-"

"I want to," He cut you off, "I want to feel all of you."

He slowly took off his gloves, releasing a part of him that felt safe in them but also yearning to feel the women beneath him. And knew that gloves can't replicate the way real skin can feel like.

His hands ghosted your curve, lightly touching you before kissing back down you, and finally making his way to your heat. You only now recognized what he wanted to do, and felt excited but also nervous. Your ex never wanted to do anything like this, so you wondered how it would feel.

Kaz stared, not because he was disgusted, but because he saw how he effected you. You were really wet, all because of him, and he wondered how many times you felt that way and had to use other methods to get your release. He finally stopped waiting and his tongue licked a strip of you, and his eyes darted up to see your reaction.

You immediately let out a breathy moan, but knew that him continuing that wouldn't complain satisfy you.

"Kaz, can I. . .guide you?" You asked carefully, reaching for his head and looking at him.

"I want to make you feel good. Show me," He spoke confidently, and you gently grabbed a small chunk of his hair and guided him to your hole and your clit.

"You can. . .lick smaller, or rub me there-" Your mouth formed in an "o" when he immediately took your advice, and his thumb started to gently rub your clit.

"J-just like that. Yes."

You started breathing heavily from this, and it only got better. His tongue started to work wonders, darting in and out of your hole and he felt so good. He started to rub himself against the bed, his cock staining his pants with precum as he watched you squirm.

"Ye-yes, don't stop," You breathed out as he started to rub faster, and your grip on his head became harder.

"Shit. Oh fu-fuck, Kaz."

"Am I making you feel good, darling?" He questioned.

"Fuck yes, Kaz. I feel so fucking good."

He continued this, wanting to keep tasting you and tasting you forever. The noises of his tongue and your moans only made him harder, if that was possible.

"I-I think I'm gonna cum," You whimpered, feeling something in the pit of your stomach as his tongue went faster in you and deeper.

"Cum in my mouth," He said huskily as your moans only got louder and after a few moments, you felt it all let go. You tried catching your breath as his tongue cleaned you up, still swiping against your sensitive bud.

He sat up, watching you catch your breath and come down from your high as he started to unbuckle his pants. His cock finally sprang forth, the tip pink and irritated and he so desperately wanted to feel you. He crawled over you, and gently kissed you.

"Do you still want this?" He asked.

"I need you inside me, Kaz. Please," He felt an immediate boost in confidence when you pleaded to feel him, and he lined himself up with your entrance before slowly going in. His head buried itself in your neck as he felt you clench around him, being tight yet so warm and wet for him.

He slowly started to rock his hips against yours, savoring how he felt inside of you and he looked at your face. Your face was in conplete euphoria, and he planted a loving kiss upon your lips. Feeling this close to you without shaking or overthinking anything made him so happy, and he always wanted to feel this way with you.

"I love you," Kaz whispered as he started to go faster.

"I love you too," You could barely get those three words out before a broken moan escaped your lips, and your legs wrapped around his waist as he slammed in harder and went in deeper.

But, he felt close.

Dangerously close.

You didn't expect him to completely make him his first time, but he felt embarrassed that he may look immature. But he couldn't stop himself.

"I-I'm going to cum-" He stuttered out.

"Cum inside me," Although you didn't explicitly mention how fast he was cumming, he still felt embarrassed as he let out a broken moan and then rested ontop of you.

"I'm sorry-"

"No. Don't apologize, Kaz," You told him, stroking his hair.

"It's your first time. No one's meant to last more than atleast five minutes, and you made me feel good. I love you," You held his face in your hands before giving him a slow kiss as he got himself out of you.

"Now, we need to shower."

"We did sweat quite a lot," He chuckled, and you felt overjoyed as a small smile tugged at his lips.

"Can I wash your hair?"

"Of course, love."

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[because-of-a-friend]

Boyfriend!Wonwoo Fluff

Sorry this one took a bit anon! I hope you like it! Feel free to request more! Like my married series, this is one I only do by request so if you don’t see one you want, request it! 

MASTERLIST

Seungcheol | Jeonghan | Joshua | Jun | Hoshi | Wonwoo | Woozi | DK | Mingyu | Minghao | Seungkwan | Vernon | Dino

Like so many of our sweet sweet SVT boys

I think when it comes to getting into a serious relationship

Wonwoo prefers to actually know and be friends with whoever he’s gonna date first

Since the other boys know that, they’re always trying to get their friends to come hang out and make connections with Wonwoo 

Bc they know he doesn’t really do that sort of thing on his own

Not really for any other reason besides that he’s just lazy and introverted and prefers being at home over trying to go out and do things like date

But then one day he’s watching Dino and his partner just being all cute and all 

And he has this sudden realization 

“Oh I want that”

Which is maybe why when Hoshi says he has another friend he’d like Wonwoo to meet

Wonwoo is suddenly pretty open to the idea

“You’ll really like em Wonnie, they’re quiet like you, so they won’t be overwhelming. They enjoy staying at home like you too! Oh and they like that show you do...”

Hoshi is droning on and on to hype Wonwoo up

And usually Wonwoo just rolls his eyes at these things so he can get it over with and get the boys off his back

But this time it just makes him super nervous 

Because now he wants to date

So if you end up being someone that he likes then he has to worry about being someone you’ll like too

Hoshi starts to notice Wonwoo’s change in attitude

“Hey, this’ll be great, I wouldn’t be setting y’all up if I didn’t think you two would like each other”

Wonwoo nods silently and follows Hoshi to meet you where you said you would

Since Hoshi knows both of you are quiet (at least when meeting new people) he takes the liberty of leading the conversation the first time you two are introduced 

Hoshi gets nervous about it when you both remain mostly quiet

But he catches glimpses of you two shyly smiling at each other and starting to warm up to each other

And later when they’re back home

Wonwoo walks up to him and grabs his arm gently and very quietly says “I had a good time, can we meet with them again?”

And Hoshi’s like “yeah sure”

But on the inside he’s like “IT’S HAPPENIIIIIIING”

So helping Wonwoo connect with you becomes his full time job for a bit

He accompanies you both on your meetups so Wonwoo doesn’t feel so nervous

And from what he can see, it’s going really well 

You both really like each other and seem to be growing closer and closer quite quickly

Then one day Wonwoo is getting ready 

And Hoshi is like “Where you going bud?”

And Wonwoo’s like “To meet [Y/N]”

And Hoshi cannot stop himself from grinning 

“Oh, on your own, huh?”

“Don’t”

“I didn’t say anything”

So Wonwoo goes to hang out with you one on one 

And he’s just as nervous as the first time he met you

But it goes great!

He was scared that he would get shy and awkward but there’s not a quiet moment between you

And at the end he scratches the back of his head and asks if you want to do this again

And obviously you’re all about it

Once you two are actually dating 

You both actually get comfortable with being quiet around each other

Bc sometimes neither of you really want to put in the effort of conversation

Sometimes he likes to be quiet and listen while you talk and sometimes it’s the other way around

And there’s a lot of hanging around at your place or the dorm

Sometimes the boys whine about it 

“Hoshi you should have introduced him to someone that got him out of the house more” 

“I know right, look that them, I don’t think they’ve moved from that spot in three days”

You and Wonwoo are really just happy to be in each other’s presence, watching your favorite shows, and snacking

That doesn’t mean you never leave tho

You two like to go out on dates

Coffee shops, book stores, walks, picnics, museums

You two do it all

But you both prefer home lol 

Which means lots and lots and lots of cuddling

Really you two are usually just chilling in a big pile on the couch

Your favorite days are the rainy ones 

No TV shows or anything 

Just sitting around quietly and watching the clouds roll by and falling asleep to the calming sound of thunder

Wonwoo won’t ever admit it

But being someone’s boyfriend makes him incredibly nervous

He’s always been quiet about his insecurities 

But he has a big weight on his shoulders about whether or not he’s enough for the people around him

You don’t even realize how he feels until one day he makes a sort of joke about it

And you stop in your tracks

“Wonwoo do you really think that about yourself?”

He watches you with a joking smile on his face but you can see his eyes tear up a little

You don’t make a huge deal about it because you don’t want to pressure him to talk about it right then and there

But you learn to spoil him after that

Mostly with words

Whenever you’re cuddling, you’ll pet his head and tell him how good he is to you and how happy he makes you feel and how grateful you are for everything that he’s done for you

Sometimes he’ll joke and push you away and taunt you for being cheesy

Sometimes he’ll just hold you tighter and bury his face in your neck

He’s like the softest boyfriend ever

Affection is always shy and comfortable and genuine

He even talks softer to you than he does to other people 

He treats you like a precious precious person

Not because he thinks you’re weak and depend on his care 

But because he thinks you deserve to be taken care of even if you don’t need it

And you do the same for him

I feel like since Wonwoo is quieter sometimes he won’t really feel like talking much and you have to learn some of his signals for when he wants things

Like when he crawls on top of you silently it means he wants to cuddle

But when he crawls on top of you and is giggling and and smiling and poking you it means he wants something to eat

Or when he sits next to you silently and looks at you with puppy dog eyes, he wants to watch a show he knows you don’t like that much lol

But once you get used to his signals, he becomes easy to read and hardly has to say anything for you to know what he wants from his gestures

And since he knows he’s like this, he puts in effort to read you as well so he can extend the same courtesy to you

He has a really big heart 

Any anniversary gifts he gives you are really well thought out 

And he always keeps a level head during fights, so he never says anything to hurt you

He remembers little things about you 

And he’s willing to sacrifice time and energy just to make you smile

And again, you do the same for him

You’ll go up to see him when he has to write his raps for songs

Usually it’s just you leaning on his shoulder and watching the computer screen as he types and listens to beats over and over

Then he’ll nervously play it out loud and ask for your advice

And you don’t even know that much about writing music but you’ll suggest changes in tempo or usage of different words to try and help with the flow

And sometimes you’re worried that you lead him in the wrong direction

But he always talks out your suggestions and thanks you genuinely for doing what you can to help him

Just an overall really pure and sweet relationship

Wonwoo is just utterly and completely happy to be with you

He can’t stop himself from fanboying over you 

Whenever you do something cute, his grin takes over his whole face and he can’t stop giggling as he reaches forward and pinches your cheeks

But honestly you own his whole heart

He’s completely devoted to you and shows it to you in the sweetest ways

[babyybitchhhwrites]

Toji x Reader 18+

Rating: Explicit/R-18+

Words: 4562

Warnings: incest, father/daughter, noncon, manipulation tactics, degradation, choking, creampie, unprotected sex, dead dove do not eat

A/N: Heed the warnings, this one is not particularly nice. Big brother Megumi has tried his best to make up for Toji's emotionally unavailable father schtick but it just didn't work the way he'd hoped.

: ^ )

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You’re half awake and only distantly aware of the mattress dipping behind you. It feels like a dream at first, one you can’t quite shake even when you open your eyes and groggily blink into the suffocating darkness that surrounds you. There’s some kind of disconnect between your resting body and your waking mind which all too readily tries to write it off as your brother crawling into bed with you even though you haven’t slept together in ages. Even though you know in a vague, abstract sort of way that he has school in the morning and wouldn’t be caught dead sneaking into your room under normal circumstances, let alone in the dead of the night. There was too much risk involved and not enough incentive to take the chance. He’d never done this before, so why start now?

Even knowing - despite knowing it can’t possibly be Megumi for a multitude of reasons, you still want to accept this explanation and go back to sleep. You have school too, after all. There was a big geometry test awaiting you during first period. Or was it biology? You can’t quite recall, still mostly asleep and too tired to think properly. It didn’t really matter what it was though, because you’d never hear the end of it if you were too indisposed to concentrate and ended up with a failing grade. That was the very last thing you needed right now.

Deciding to take the easy route and just ream him a new one in the morning, you snuggle into your pillow with a quiet, sleepy groan and make a conscious effort to drift off again. You barely make out the gruff responding laugh over the rustling sheets and then he settles in behind you.

Your eyes immediately snap open again. That is not Megumi. The build was all wrong. Too big and too firm with hard musculature that does not match your brothers lean body composition. Whoever was behind you felt massive in comparison, as oppressive as they were imposing, and it quickly becomes apparent that you can’t turn a blind eye anymore when they snake a steel corded arm around your middle. You start to quake.

“Wha -“

“Shh. You don’t want to wake your brother, do you?”

It’s as if a rug had been torn out from under your feet.

“Dad?” You warble into the void, hardly daring to believe it was really him. He’d been gone for almost three weeks now and this was how he chose to announce he was back?

“Of course. You weren’t expecting someone else, were you?”

Although his tone is light, bordering on playful, you couldn’t have missed the hint of something far more dangerous lurking just below the surface of that question even if you’d wanted to. He was teasing you, yes. But he was also testing you.

“Don’t be silly.” You murmur, glad your voice doesn’t crack under the pressure. “You just surprised me, that’s all. I was sleeping.”

“I know. I didn’t want to wait until morning to see you though.” Issuing a soft sigh, Toji presses his mouth to the nape of your neck in a chaste but not quite innocent kiss. Goosebumps erupt across your skin and you involuntarily shudder, clutching the bedsheet in a death grip that only becomes tighter when he presses himself right up against your back. You’re not sure how you didn’t make the connection sooner when that hard muscle mass was so uniquely his. “Did you miss me?”

“Yes. I always do.”

Humming in a rare show of approval - something he kept in reserve specifically for times like this - he slowly drags his calloused hand up your twitching stomach one agonizing inch at a time. The thin tank top you’d put on for bed bunches and you find yourself arching into his touch when he not so gently palms the weight of your breast before giving it an encouraging squeeze. A gasp rattles out of you and in to the night, which he responds to with a dull groan of his own.

“That’s my girl. Always so good for daddy.”

You whimper, screwing your eyes shut against the onslaught of conflicting emotions that constantly follow in your fathers wayward path of destruction. It wasn’t that you didn’t realize this was wrong. The exact opposite, in fact. No matter how much you might have wanted to, there was simply no denying that something was inherently inappropriate about these clandestine encounters with him or that this was not a normal parent-child relationship. You knew none of your friends let their dads touch them like this. You also knew Megumi wasn’t on the receiving end of any such preferential treatment. Just you.

But there was still a very real part of your psyche that enjoyed this time together, even if it was twisted and fucked up. Fushiguro Toji was not an easy man to live with and he wasn’t exactly forthcoming when it came to affection. For as long as you could remember, you’d grown up believing wholeheartedly that he hated you. Wished you’d never been born in the first place. It was impossible not to think that way when he was so distant, both physically and emotionally, even when you were too little to understand that that's just how he was. Your older brother had been more of a parent to you than he ever had.

That changed shortly after your thirteenth birthday though, when you were well into the throes of puberty and he suddenly became keenly aware of your developing body. You’d caught him staring more times than you could count, not so subtly eying you up in every room of the apartment like a predator taking stock of its next potential meal, and even now you were ashamed to recall how much that had delighted you. He’d never given you so much attention before and you were desperate for more. Hadn’t even realized that you were so starved for his approval until you started parading around in close to nothing, much to Megumi’s barefaced horror, but you were far beyond the point of salvation at that point. You needed your father to like you in some capacity, even if it meant acting like a brazen little slut to accomplish that.

It worked, too. Of course it did. How could you have ever expected anything less when the shorts kept getting shorter and you refused to wear a bra no matter how sore your budding tits got from rubbing against the inside of your shirt? You were essentially tossing a slab of meat into the wolves den, and he’d responded in kind. Met your challenge head on and with even greater ferocity than you could ever have hoped to muster. You hadn’t exactly planned on becoming a stand in for your deceased mother but, well … there was only so much poking and prodding an apex hunter would put up with before asserting his dominance. You’d brought it on yourself, really.

And now he was groping your chest with a steady hand, not even a hint of reluctance in his body language. He had accepted your naive, childishly issued invitation and the parameters were set in stone the moment you’d submitted to whatever maladjusted treatment he felt the need to dish out. There was no going back now, no room for hesitation. Not from either one of you. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, you knew that it was wrong but if this was the only way for him to accept you …

“Daddy!”

Toji shushes you again, yet he doesn’t let up on the nipple cruelly pinched between his fingers. He gives it a rough tweak and then a twist, clearly delighting in the shudder that dances through your body in response. “Keep it down. You know how thin the walls are.”

You do know just how thin they are, so you force your fingers to uncurl from the sheets and bring your hand up to cover your mouth. Megumi could never find out about this. Not ever. You weren’t even particularly worried about yourself but, rather, you just didn’t want him to hate dad. And he certainly would. He was protective of you in a way Toji probably should have been but even that was not enough to satisfy your miserable need for a relationship with your actual father. It was pathetic.

“You’re even more sensitive than usual,” He muses, oblivious to your self deprecating thoughts as he slowly releases one aching bud in favor of reaching for the other. “Did you spend the last few weeks wet and neglected? Huh? Poor baby. You know you can touch yourself when I’m not around to do it for you.”

Writhing when he indelicately tugs at your nipple, you outright seethe. The heavy weight of his growing erection becomes even more apparent and it twitches eagerly against your upper thigh, encouraged by the needy grind of your hips. He nudges even closer in search of more direct friction which your wriggling ass all too readily provides and he groans in approval. That low, rumbling sound goes straight to your thrumming cunt and you instinctively squeeze your legs together as a strange sense of joy floods your chest like helium filling a birthday balloon. Sometimes it really did feel like you could just blissfully float away if he gave you enough praise, whether that be verbal or otherwise, and the validation of his cock was easily the most potent of them all. You were soaring.

“It’s not the same when I do it …” You mewl into your palm, aching at how true that statement rings.

“I know, sweetheart. I know. You’re just daddy’s needy little cock sleeve, aren’t you?” Toji’s warm breath puffs against your neck when he speaks. It tickles and you shake for him so enthusiastically that your spine pops with a faint crack. He laughs, very faintly, but it sounds more like a muttered curse in the dark. His hand shifts against your breast and possessively squeezes the firm, supple swell of flesh in a pinching grip so tight that his blocky fingers sink into the skin, and you keen. It hurt, yes. It was painful enough to make your eyes water and yet it also made your gushing cunt spasm, clenching so violently it almost punched the air right out of your lungs.

Dizzy with want and teetering on the edge of delirium, you snake your unoccupied hand underneath the covers, blindly fumbling for your pussy. The pressure was simply too much - you needed relief, even if it was only temporary - but he’s just as quick to abandon your tit in favor of crowding his hand between your legs right along with yours.

The broad expanse of his palm absolutely engulfs your knuckles, pushing down and manually guiding you into rubbing the apex of your slit until you tremble against him. It’s not quite enough to shove you over the edge, the unfocused stimulation only serving to make you even more wet and desperate, but the stark intimacy of being directed to massage your sticky cunt is undeniable. The absolute, unfaltering control he had over the body he’d helped bring into this world was staggeringly erotic in its own right and you couldn’t get enough. It felt a bit like being teased, though. Your orgasm hanging precariously over your head like the sword of Damocles, a looming threat in the back of your mind, but you were more than prepared to beg for the killing blow at this point. It’s not as if you really had any dignity left anymore.

“Daddy, please ... I want to cum, I wanna’ cum so bad! I need it!”

“Mmm. You think you’re ready for my cock, princess?”

You jerkily nod your head. “Uh-huh!”

Toji draws a slow, anticipatory breath. Lets it hang in the air for a long beat before actually speaking. “Alright. Can you keep quiet, or do I need to find something to gag you with? Be honest. You know I wont put up with any lying.”

You try to give that its due consideration but it's a struggle just to get your thoughts in order. All of your focus is on the worryingly damp spot between your thighs and the shameful way your flushed body practically sings under his attention. It certainly wouldn’t have been the first time your father had ever gagged you but … you’d rather not have him shove a pair of your underwear so deep into your mouth that you retch around the balled up cotton if you could help it. “I can be quiet. Promise.”

He makes a sound like he doesn’t quite believe that but relents all the same. Both of you knew the punishment for failing to meet his expectations, especially after you swore to it, would far outweigh the offense itself, so there wasn’t any reason to linger on the topic. Your ass was on the line, not his.

Pushing up on the bed, he rises over you and tugs you onto your back. Your heartbeat doubles now that you can just barely make out his silhouette through the veil of darkness, the familiar figure of your father proving a great comfort despite the ugliness of what you two were doing together. Biting your lip, you twist to help him get your pajama pants off only to flush when he clucks his tongue at the lack of panties underneath.

“You were just hoping I’d come home and pay you a visit, weren’t you, slut?” He snarks, impatiently tossing your discarded bottoms to the end of the bed.

You whimper at the degrading name but a pleasant shudder works its way down your back when he goes up on his knees so he can unfasten his slacks. The zrrt of his zipper sounds impossibly loud in the dark and your pussy flutters with sick anticipation, surely drooling all over the sheets now. He’d trained you well. Taught you that the only source of true pleasure and validation you’d ever know would come from him and him alone. Not anybody else and certainly not from yourself. You were entirely reliant on him for everything. Your sense of worth, your self confidence, your mental and emotional wellness. Toji had all that and so much more right in the palm of his hand and, as always, he wasn’t particularly inclined to be nice about it.

“God, I can smell you from here. That hungry little pussy of yours is gonna’ shave ten years off my lifespan, you know that? So fucking needy.” The rustle of pants being shoved down bare legs makes your breath come quicker. He reaches for you then, big hands winding around your calves and yanking you further down the mattress so that your upturned ass is securely slotted between his knees.

A choking gurgle of excitement rises in the back of your throat, quickly stifled, as you clamp your hand more firmly over your mouth. Thoughts briefly drifting to Megumi again, you offer him a silent apology. He’d practically raised you in Toji’s stead but, no matter how much he may have tried, a brother's love could never adequately replace that of a fathers. It didn’t even come close and now you were laying on your back, getting ready to take the very cock that had given you life. It was abhorrent.

“Daddy …”

He doesn’t even pause though. “You really like it that much, baby? Can’t even make do with your fingers or settle for someone your own age? I didn’t realize I was raising such a shameless whore this whole time, but I can’t exactly say I’m complaining.” Leaving one of your legs to uselessly flex in the air, he reaches down to fist himself. You can hear the silky slither of moving skin when he pumps his dick a handful of times before settling closer and guiding the blunt head to your weeping entrance. Breath catching, you squeeze the lower half of your face so hard you can feel nails sinking in and threatening to break the skin. He merely swirls the bulbous glans through the sticky sheets of slick oozing out of you though, coating his cock in arousal and then dragging it up higher to nudge at your receptively engorged clit. “Tell me how bad you want me inside you, sweetheart. Let me hear it.”

“It’s all I want!” You automatically blurt even as you jolt and twitch at the teasingly light contact. It’s hard to tell if he can even make out what you’re saying with the flat of your hand muffling your voice, but he doesn’t ask you to repeat yourself so you just keep babbling; obedient and embarrassingly stupid for him. “I haven’t been able to think about anything else since you left, daddy. I need you to fill me up and … and fuck me hard, please. It feels like I’ll die if you don’t. I hate when you have to leave for a job. I’m so lonely without you and nothing I do makes the ache go away. My pussy hurts, daddy … please!”

Toji softly coos at you, but it's the farthest thing from sweet. He was mocking you. “Aww, does it really? Poor thing. You just need me to take care of you, huh?”

You nod, whimpering into your palm.

“Well,” He breathes out when he redirects the tip of his cock back down to your ripe little hole. “I don’t know how hard I can fuck you right now with your brother in the other room but …” Hefting your captured leg a bit higher, he uses his opposite hand to push himself into the velvety soft folds of your cunt one torturous fraction at a time. You go ramrod stiff underneath him, holding your breath until the ridged glans eases past the first tight ring of muscle and he momentarily stills above you. A stuttering sigh rolls off your lolling tongue as Toji reaches for your other ankle, leaving just the head wedged inside as he spreads you open for him. By the time he’s got you positioned how he wants, your thighs are splayed in such a wide V that it actually rides the line of real discomfort but you don’t even think to complain. How could you when he was giving you exactly what you wanted?

Still holding your feet aloft, your father eases his hips forward and applies just enough pressure to sink in deeper. The penetration is deliberately slow and it forces you to acknowledge each individual centimeter of rockhard, silky flesh that dips inside your body and you seethe, biting back an almost hysterical wail of pleasure. Your pussy never did seem to get used to that impressive girth no matter how often he used it and the stretch was still exquisite. It made your toes curl, eyes tweaking and rolling towards the back of your skull when you feel relief in every throbbing inch of your nervous system. This was exactly what you’d been pining for since he’d left.

“Shit. You’re never gonna’ stop feeling like a vice, are you, sweetheart?”

You can hear the grit of his teeth but he doesn’t stop. Continues to work himself into you one shallow thrust at a time when your squeezing cunt puts up too much resistance and he has to pause, pull back and then try again. The sear of penetration has you gasping wetly behind your hand and you finally allow a single, faltering groan to rattle up through your chest when he eventually settles against you some time later. It’s an incredibly tight fit. The pressure almost too much to bear for as transcendental as it is. Toji’s cock was far from small and, sometimes, you could hardly believe that it actually fit.

“Oooh … daddy …” Your clit throbs impotently, alive just as if it had its own heartbeat. You were so close. So horribly, wonderfully close you could practically taste it on the back of your tongue.

“Hush. I’ve got you, princess.” He murmurs, keeping your shaking legs up in the air with a deceptively gentle grip. “Just keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut and you’ll be off to sleep again before you know it.”

Grunting softly, he gradually withdraws half of the way before sliding straight down to the hilt again. Now that the path had been cleared once and your slopping juices were thoroughly coating every hard inch of him, the friction became easier. It wasn’t quite so hard to move inside your guts anymore, and his pace steadily builds until the soft, sticky click, click, click coming from between your legs morphs into a steady beat. You squirm at every jostling thrust, biting down on your tongue to keep your groaning pleasure to yourself, but every once in a while a small meep still escapes the confines of your trembling hand. Your father laughs at each one, the sound strained and tense and coming out of him in increasingly hearty puffs. All while he continues to fuck you with a mere third of his usual strength.

Even that much was enough to make you heave around him though and you toss your head on the pillows, silently reminding yourself to keep quiet. It only takes a short few moments for the pushing drive of his thrusts to send you over the edge, the coil snapping so abruptly you actually lurch underneath him. Your father reacts quickly though and, as soon as he feels your pussy start to shudder, one of his hands shoots out to grab you around the neck. Your eyes grow impossibly wide when he pushes up on your constricting throat, mercilessly cutting off your air supply in the process. All you can manage is a croaking, barely audible groan of intense pleasure, the sound rattling around inside your skull like a maraca as you dissolve into full bodied shudders underneath him. You’re acutely aware of how your cunt enthusiastically creams on his cock but he doesn’t slow down, the quick pace of his hips milking your orgasm to the point of discomfort, and you start to panic. It’s instinctive, the way you weakly thrash against him.

You desperately needed to breathe and your face was starting to grow numb the longer he kept his fist locked around your throat but Toji was as unyielding as iron. Your consciousness just starts to blur around the edges when he suddenly releases you, air flooding your windpipe as you immediately suck in a haggard gasp. That’s all the reprieve he allows you before his palm smacks against your wide open mouth and shoves you down into the mattress so hard the springs creak.

Hot tears track down your cheeks as he leans over you and pins you to the bed with the heavy weight of his body. His once evenly tempered thrusts turn brutal and he slams into your squelching cunt viscously enough to make pain shoot out from between your legs and into the rest of your abdomen. It hurts, it hurts so bad that you actually wail into the flat of his palm, but he doesn’t stop. For a painfully long stretch of time, he just pistons into you without a second thought to the matter, even when the bed frame begins faintly rattling under the two of you. He doesn’t seem to care, clearly, and that thought terrifies you more than anything. Megumi couldn’t find out. He couldn’t.

“Yeah. Right there.” He snarls, barely getting the words out through his gnashing teeth. “Take it, baby. Take it! That’s right. You take daddy’s cock so fucking well, you know that?”

You squeeze your eyes shut against the aggressive way he spits in your face, praying that he reaches his limit before your brother stirs at the noise. While not exactly loud, Toji was certainly making enough of a scene to draw unwanted attention and you didn’t want to think about what would happen if Megumi came to investigate. It didn’t even make sense. Your father was the one who’d reminded you of how thin the walls were so why was he recklessly throwing caution aside like this?

A few minutes pass in which all you can do is lay there and take it, helplessly ragdolling with his hand still covering your mouth to keep you quiet, and you’re sure the jig has to be up. There’s no way your brother is still asleep in his room. Toji was a man possessed, flexing against you like a rutting hellbeast that couldn't be bothered with silly notions of decency. But then, as if hearing your silent pleas, his body starts to tense up and his shoulders quake. You latch onto that brief glimmer of hope, reeling at the pain as his hips slap against your ass with one last surge of monstrous energy. Once, twice, three times - and on the fourth brain rattling jolt, he stills.

His breath is ragged and quick against your face. You can feel the oppressive heat of his excitement bleeding into you, threatening to burn you up, but he doesn’t attempt to move off your shell-shocked body just yet. Rather, your father waits until his balls have finished draining into your throbbing cunt, thoroughly painting your pink innards in thick, creamy white, before he slowly removes his hand from your mouth. You gasp thickly into the darkness, practically choking on it.

And, true to nature, he quietly shushes you again. “Shh. It’s alright. I’ve got you, baby girl. Just breathe for me, okay?”

You nod, fighting back the hurt little hiccups that try to work their way up your bruised throat. It takes a prolonged moment to start coming down and, as always, he just keeps softly petting your hair until the tension finally gives way to exhaustion. Only when you’re a limp sack of flesh underneath him does Toji shift to get off you, but not before shoving a perversely affectionate kiss to your damp forehead.

“That’s my girl. I’ll see you in the morning, sweetheart. Sleep well.” And he’s gone, just like that and as quietly as he'd entered. It was almost like he'd never even been there in the first place.

You shudder in the absence of his body heat, refusing to move from the spot where he left you. The splintering pain is almost too much to bear but you breathe through it, one second at a time, until it becomes a bit more manageable. Even then, you can’t quite wrap your head around his total disregard for discretion. Your father was not a nice man, and that was likely all there was to it. He could be downright mean when the mood so struck him and that had never been more apparent than tonight, but it still didn’t change the fact you were his daughter. He cared about you, surely, even if it was ass backwards and twisted well past the point of what would be considered normal. You were lucky to have him, even if you did have to put out just for a fleeting moment of his attention. At least you could lay claim to that much. Beggars shouldn’t be choosers, after all.

“Good night, daddy." You whisper into the still darkness. "I love you.”

[pigtownchronicles]

Chapter 2.13 - The Give and Take

Barry and Dennis didn’t cuddle much. Perhaps it was because Dennis was a bit cold in bed, and guarded his sleep close. You couldn’t do a clean surgery if you were tired in the morning, after all. But this morning, Dennis appreciated it. The little spoon wasn’t his usual position, since he was bigger than Barry was, but this morning, he felt enveloped in his husband’s arms somehow. Safe. He snuggled back a bit, thankful it was Saturday and he didn’t really have to get up for anything quite yet, other than a jog--maybe.

The arms around him squeezed him tighter, and maybe it was how strong they were. Maybe it was the rasp of the stubble against his neck, the tongue that flicked his ear. Maybe it was the cock that slid up between his cheeks when the grip around him tightened. Maybe it was the smell, the sounds, the rougher sheets than his usual. Maybe all of it. Dennis realized that he wasn’t in his bed, and it wasn’t Barry that was holding him and pulling him closer, and in a panic, he wormed himself out of the stranger’s hold and nearly fell on the floor beside the bed.

“Hey now, calm down cub, it’s all fine,” the man said behind him. It took Dennis a moment to recognize him--the bouncer from The Hideaway. He vaguely remembered going home with him the night before, after...after everything else that had happened, a massive crush of memory, seemingly too much for a single night. He felt nauseous, and disgusted with himself. He stumbled through the bouncer’s apartment (he didn’t even know his name!) found the toilet, and fell in front of the dirty bowl, almost willing himself to vomit. He wanted to vomit, he wanted something to present to the world that would demonstrate his disgust, but nothing came up, just tears, and then the bouncer was beside him, on the tile, pulling him close, and Dennis sobbed into his chest.

“Fuck, first time, eh? Don’t worry boy, I got you, just let it all out.”

Dennis sobbed, unable to reconcile what had happened to him the night before, what he’d done, with the person he’d thought he was. He didn’t go to leather bars like that. He didn’t wear leather, he didn’t have sex with random men, he didn’t...he didn’t! But he had. He had, and he’d liked it. The disgust was there, but it was one level removed. He wasn’t disgusted at what he had done in the club--he was disgusted that he had enjoyed it all so very, very much. He could smell the sweat and the musk rolling off the bouncer’s chest, and Dennis felt his cock throb, and that was enough to push him away and wipe his eyes. He had to get himself together.

“The first few hangovers are a real bitch. I know, I remember mine. You’ll get used to them, don’t worry.”

“I’ve never had a hangover in my life. I didn’t even drink last night.”

“Not that kind of hangover. A Pigtown Hangover. We get lost in it all, and wake up back home, no idea how we got there. Or in someone else’s bed, still no idea. It happens. It just means you had a real good night.”

“I...you all raped me. I didn’t want to do any of that!”

The bouncer sighed. “Really? You didn’t want all the guys in the bar to line up behind you and pump a load into that hot hole of yours? That doesn’t turn you on?”

Dennis had to hide his cock as it got harder still, and the bouncer laughed. “Dicks don’t lie, bud, not around here.”

“But I didn’t--”

“You disregarded my very clear suggestions that this was not the place for you, and instead you snuck in, violating our rather clear dress code. What did you think was going to happen?” he said, then sighed, “I guess you didn’t know what was going to happen, did you? Well, part of you knew. I could smell how hungry you were at the door.”

Hunger. Dennis poked around a moment, but that hunger he’d felt for days now, it was gone. Not gone, not really, but sated. “I...I need to get home.”

“Sure thing man. You live close?”

He shook his head.

“I don’t have a car, or I’d drive you. Looks like you’ll have to join the march of shame.”

He helped Dennis up to his feet, who turned, saw himself in the mirror, and gasped. He looked different. Really different. Younger, for one thing. Shorter, hairier, a little chubbier. He gave his face a poke, then the rest of him, trying to map his ego onto the body he was seeing.

“I think that was Marshall, did that to you. You were trying to talk to his apprentice, weren’t you?”

Dennis focused, and could remember that smoke, the strange sensation. But it was Kyle who had done it, not Marshall--or the older fellow who had been with Kyle at least, if that’s who he was. “He...said I was going to be a cub with...a hungry hole, looking for a Daddy.”

“Well, you found one, and that hole sure was hungry last night,” the bouncer said, coming up behind him, running a hand down Dennis’s ass, running a finger around his ring. Dennis moaned at the sudden pleasure that welled up in him, and pushed back before getting a hold of himself. “Does the cub need one last fuck before he goes?”

“I can’t, I...my husband doesn’t know where I am, and...”

“No worries man, I get it.”

Dennis looked at himself, at what he was wearing. He still only had the jock, boots and harness on. No phone, no wallet. No keys. “I don’t...have any of my stuff, I must have lost it with my pants at the bar.”

“It’ll show up where you need it. Pigtown loves to take, but it’s not interested in any of that stuff. It gives you plenty too, if you’re brave enough to let it in.” He probed his finger against Dennis’s hole, working in a bit, feeling how eagerly it opened for him, and smiled. “Come on you cute cub, how about one more for the road?”

Dennis knew he should say no, knew he should push him away, knew he should hold onto what little bit of dignity he still had. Instead, he let the bouncer bend him over the counter, lube his cock up with some spit, and slide it deep in his hole, right where it belonged. Getting fucked had never felt like this before, it had never, not once in his life, felt good. But this was wave after wave of pleasure washing over him, and he found himself pushing back, begging for more, the smell of their sweat filling the bathroom and steaming the mirror in front of them before the bouncer finished inside him, reached around, and with just a couple of strokes brought Dennis to orgasm all over the front of the counter.

He kept his cock inside Dennis until it got soft, both of them panting together, and Dennis eventually muttered, “I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s Craig.”

“I’m Dennis.”

“Nice to meet you Dennis, I hope you don’t regret it.”

Surprisingly enough, he didn’t. Craig pulled free of him, helped Dennis out of his leather gear, and they showered together. He offered him breakfast, but Dennis really was starting to worry about Barry, and declined.

“Well, we should at least cover you up a bit. Otherwise, you won’t make it to your car before some other Daddy drags you down a dark alley and has their way with you.”

Somehow, Dennis didn’t doubt that Craig was telling the truth. He also found himself wondering if that might not be so bad after all. Craig gave him some jeans an old flame had left in a drawer that mostly fit--the legs were a bit long and the waist needed a belt, but it worked well enough. Then, he gave him the work shirt he’d had on at the bar the night before. It was soaked with sweat still, and smelled like heaven when he pulled it on.

“I need that back eventually--company property,” Craig said.

“What’s your address?”

“You can find me at the bar--you know where I work,” he said, giving Dennis a wink and a swat on the ass as he pushed him out the door and into the hallway of the apartment building where he lived. “You even have some leather gear now--so you can get in the front door, like a civilized cub.”

They had a bit of a laugh at that, and then Dennis was out and onto the sidewalk, along with a good number of other men in situations similar to his. He exchanged a few knowing nods along the way, and that helped too. That he wasn’t alone. Dennis made it back to his car in good time, and without losing his hole to any sexy Daddy along the way--though more than once he considered it. Just like Craig had said, his keys were resting on the hood of his car, his phone and wallet in the center console. How they had gotten there he didn’t know, but after everything else that had happened, he wasn’t surprised. He drove home, already trying to figure out what he was going to tell Barry to explain...any of this. The fear almost made him turn around, go back, and crawl back into bed with Craig--but he couldn’t do that. But the thought made his guts growl. He thought it was because he’d skipped breakfast for a moment, but he knew what it was now, that hunger. He’d sated it for the night, at least. But how long could he go without now that he’d feasted?

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[lihikainanea]

Just (VERY SWEET, SOFF) thoughts

Listen, hear me out.

Tiger, she’s got a soft heart you know? And she loves animals. All kinds of animals. Bill once had to drive out to her when she called him at 3 in the morning, because she had been walking home and saw a decrepit little puppy hobbling and hiding under a car. She panicked, called her Big Dude and wailed about how she was worried the little furball needed medical attention or would get hurt if he stayed like that, and Bill hauled his ass out of bed. Kept her on the phone while she was hysterical, and when he finally reached her she was already lying on the ground, trying to coax the puppy out.

“I can’t see it,” she whined, “But Bill he’s hurt!”

“I know kid,” he grumbles, still half asleep, “We’ll get him out.”

And Good Dude Bill laid there on the ground, reaching a long arm in and patting. 

“Can you feel him?” She scoots closer to him on the ground, “I think he went by the tire there.”

Two beady eyes glint in the streetlights, from under the car.

“There, he’s there!” She whacks Bill and he grunts, “Grab him!”

Bill pushes forward even more, nearly half under the car by now, and grabs on to some fur as gently as he can to pull the little mongrel out. He inches his way out from underneath the car, but when he’s out, tiger’s shrill shriek makes him jump a mile and he stares at the furball in his hand.

A tiny raccoon, little grubby hands clasped together, is peering at Bill curiously.

“This is the puppy?” He accuses her. Tiger looks stunned.

“Is he…is he hurt?” She mumbles feebly. Bill sets the little bandit on the ground, and after a moment of peering at them, it scampers off to raid the nearest garbage bin. Bill glares at her.

“If I get rabies, I’m going to be so mad at you.”

But listen, all that to say, tiger has a soft spot for animals. Especially abandoned animals. So when an itty bitty, little white kitten with a grey spot on its eye found its way onto Bill’s balcony in the pouring rain one night, tiger’s heart broke. It was just a tiny little thing, fur still all wiry, soaked and shivering in the rain. She opened the door slowly, trying not to spook it, and gently put out a small bowl of milk. She spent the better part of an hour talking to it, cooing at it, trying to coax it inside. When it got closer she realized that it was hurt—one of its ears was matted with dried blood, a few deep scratches on its body.

And oh god, tiger has a heart for all animals—but small, scrappy ones? Little alleycats who take on enemies much bigger than them? She can’t deal. That kitty wasn’t going anywhere.

She managed to coax it inside. Bill was away at the time, and would be for another few days, but she was camped out at his place. So she brought this thing inside, gave it some proper food, rinsed it off and gave it a warm blanket to sleep on. She called the vet the next day and managed to get an appointment for later on in the week—but it was when Bill would be home. And he wouldn’t be mad at her for taking this kitty in, and tiger didn’t necessarily plan on keeping it. Just planned on getting it all fixed up, finding a nice family to adopt it.

But animals, you know? They sneak into your heart. And over the next few days, tiger just fell in love with this little speckled furball. It slept on the bed with her. It crawled up her pant leg. It mrrrrrrowed curiously while tiger was working, and snuggled into her lap when it was time to read and go to bed. She was screwed.

So when Bill came home, she hid the little thing. Put it in his spare bedroom so she could break the news to him gently, hell maybe not even at all. He didn’t really need to know. He was oblivious sometimes anyway—the cat could live there for months before he’d notice. 

But once he greeted her with a kiss, he tried to pull her into the bedroom and she pulled him towards the kitchen.

“You need to eat first bud,” she says, and he gives her a salacious wink.

“Yeah,” he licks his lips and gives her a once over, “That was the plan.”

“You need to eat food,” she laughs, dragging him to the kitchen.

“Why? You taste much more delicious,” he cops a feel, nips playfully at her neck, but then a sound stops him in his tracks—low and pitiful, the unmistakable whine of a very sad kitten.

“Was that—“

“What?” Tiger says innocently.

“It sounded like a cat,” he eyes her suspiciously.

“It was just my stomach growling,” tiger says, “Your ears must be all messed up from the plane.”

But then it happens again. A long, drawn out, pitiful whine. Tiger tries to cover it up with a loud yawn, but Bill is staring her down.

“Tiger.”

“Bill.”

Mrrrroooooow.

She covers it up with a cough, but Bill turns on his heel and heads to the spare bedroom. Opening the door, he’s greeted by the tiny white furball, tail flicking slowly, peering up at him. He pauses, as him and the kitty regard each other in the same manner.

“Tiger,” he says again, bending to pick up the kitten. It’s so tiny that it fits in his hand, and he lets it just stand there as he holds it up to her face. “What is this?”

Tiger’s digging her toe into the floor, her eyes downcast.

“Tiger.”

“He was hurt Bill!” She tries, “He wandered up here in the pouring rain one night, all small and shivering.”

Bill sighs, sets the kitten down on the floor—but he no sooner sets it on its feet and the little kitty is climbing up his pant leg.

“Tofu, no!” Tiger says and reaches for it, but Bill plants a hand on her chest and pushes her back.

“Tofu?” He asks, and he looks down as the kitten climbs onto his shirt and just hangs out there, splayed on his chest. He scrubs a hand down his face, and the kitten bats at it.

“How long has he been here, kid?” Bill asks.

“A few days,” she mumbles, “He’s going to the vet tomorrow. I think he got into a fight. His ear was all ripped up, and he has some deep scratches on his side.”

She steps to him, giving the kitten a few scritchies behind its ear. Bill sees the fondness on her face.

“He’s a real scrappy little bugger,” she says, and the realization dons on him.

“Oh god,” he rolls his eyes, “You’re keeping him because he reminds you of you.”

“He does not!”

“Please, kid,” Bill plucks the furball from his shirt, cradles it in one hand, “Scrappy? A real alleycat? You and your heart, tiger. I swear.”

And Bill goes to sit down at the table to eat—but he takes Tofu with him. Sits him on his lap, plays with him a little while tiger heats his food up and just smiles wryly. When she wakes up during the night, Bill is on his stomach under the sheets, his arm slung across her, and Tofu is curled up on his back.

And Bill even insists on going to the vet with her, footing the bill, holding onto Tofu nervously while the vet pokes and prods. Bill coos at the little kitty affectionately, soothing him, while tiger just watches all of this go down.

When she comes in the next day from work, Bill is napping on the couch—and Tofu is snuggled into his neck, rubbing his face on Bill’s scratchy jaw. Over the next few days, the kitten found his favourite spot in the whole house—perched on top of Bill’s shoulder, slung there real lazy like as Bill moved around. If Bill sat down to eat, Tofu would climb up his leg, up his shirt sleeve, and just lay across Bill’s shoulders.

And a week or two later when tiger needed to swing by her place for something, she scooped Tofu up.

“Come on little guy, let’s go home for a bit,” she cooed.

“No!” The suddenness, and slight urgency in Bill’s voice surprised her. His eyes got wide and shifty.

“I just mean…he’ll be fine here for a few hours,” he walked over to them, “He might get all scared or disoriented if we bring him into a new place now. He hasn’t been here for long enough yet.”

And Bill just bends, puts his shoulder forward, and Tofu scrambles out of tiger’s arms and up onto his perch. Bill turns and walks down the hallway, clicking his tongue at the little furball and scritching him behind the ears and feeding him treats from his pocket.

And basically, that’s how Bill took in his second alleycat.

(His first one was tiger)

[alluremin]

thermostat

pairing: park jimin | reader

genre: boyfriend!au | fluff, smut

warnings: smut; oral (female receiving), fingering, penetration, no protection (stay safe kids), dirty-ish talk, light dom x sub themes

premise: You were foolish enough to leave the AC on the coldest temperature possible before going to bed, but your boyfriend has the perfect way to help you warm up. Alternatively; Jimin’s horny and he’s using the cold temperature of the room as a reason to get in your pants. 

word count: 2.2k

The cold air from the vent adjacent to the bed is seemingly colder than the Arctic. Even the thick duvet does nothing to stop the cold from biting at your body and you’re pretty sure you might freeze to death.

Maybe that was being dramatic, but you can feel the chill infiltrating every fiber of your being. The simple solution would be to get up, walk the mere ten feet from your bed to the thermostat, and turn the temperature up in the apartment. That, however, would require you to first, get out of bed, and second, face the cold, unforgiving air of your bedroom. 

Earlier in the day, turning down the temperature in your home was a need, not a want. With the outside air being plagued with a random heatwave you had NOT predicted before leaving the house for your run, you foolishly decided to leave the windows open. So, upon returning from the sweltering heat, you were met with, well, more sweltering heat. 

Needless to say, you had closed the windows and dropped the temperature so low, you’re sure your electric bill will have hell to pay this month. 

No, getting out of bed was not an option. A glance at the clock on your nightstand tells you that you’ve spent roughly the last hour deliberating on whether or not to get up and end your suffering. It’s also given you the opportunity to reevaluate your “no pants in the house” rule. 

While you’re in the midst of growing angry at yourself for wearing fewer clothes than physically necessary, you hear the front door creak open slowly. You squirm in your spot because that means your boyfriend is finally home.

Yes, of course, you’re excited because you miss him while he’s at practice, but his arrival also means you don’t have to get out of bed to adjust the thermostat. A real win-win situation.

Jimin’s soft footsteps make their way down the hall, but he stops en route to the bedroom. The click of the thermostat meets your ears and you throw a mini-celebration in your head. You didn’t even have to ask, it was almost as if the blistering cold air in the apartment was enough of an indication to him to turn up the temperature; go figure.

The bedroom door opens slowly and the duffle bag from Jimin’s shoulder drops and hits the floor, prompting you to look at him over your shoulder. His wide eyes meet yours, looking like a deer in the headlights. He probably thought he had woken you up, but the soft smile on your face was enough for him to loosen up and return your silent greeting.

“Baby, why are you still awake? I thought you had to work in the morning.” Jimin makes quick work of taking off his shorts, but his head is stuck in his shirt.

You chuckle and sit up to assist the struggling boy. Once he’s free of the confines of his clothes, he drops a quick kiss to your forehead and crawls into the bed next to you.

The two of you adjust, you turning your body back toward the wall while pulling his arm across your waist. “I do,” you say while pushing your back against the wall of his chest, “but my schedule got moved around so I don’t have to go in until later.” 

Jimin sighs into the crook of your neck before dropping a kiss there, humming in response to your statement. 

“How was practice today?” Your question prompts your boyfriend to lift his head and look at you while you turn slightly to face him.

“Eh,” he whispers. “I couldn’t get the timing down on the new choreo no matter what I did.”

You frown at him. “It’s probably because you were up on your phone last night.”

“I was not, you just happened to catch me when I was awake.”

“Mhm sure.” You reach your arm over and poke at his shoulder. The shit-eating grin on his face is all it takes for you to know that he was telling a white lie to ease your worrying. “Acting cute won’t get you out of this one, Park. I’m going to start taking your phone away at night and if you don’t stay off the damn thing. It’s no wonder you’re always exhausted.”

He kisses your cheek, then your forehead. “I’m sorry, love. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“You don’t have to apologize, I just want to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.”

“I know. I love y-,” he gasps and tries to wiggle away, but your legs have a firm grip around his own. “Oh my god, Y/N! Why the hell are your feet so fucking cold?!”

His scolding does nothing to stop your feet from dancing across his lower legs. You turn over to face him completely while you continue to giggle. “Well, why are your legs so warm?”

“Stop it, brat, you’re gonna’ turn me into an icicle!” 

“The more you try to wiggle away from me, Park, the closer I’m going to get. Just let me warm up please?” You look up at him with puppy-dog eyes and a pout on your lips; your secret weapon.

What you weren’t expecting was the smirk that currently resides on his lips. He doesn’t even have to speak for you to know the thoughts that are swirling through his head.

“I can help you warm up.” 

“I knew as soon as those words left my mouth that-”

You don’t even get to finish your sentence before his lips are on yours. His hands snake around your middle as he pulls his body underneath his own. You can’t help but smile against his mouth as his fingers play with the hem of his t-shirt you took the liberty of borrowing.

His tongue is already begging for entrance at the seam of your lips, and only briefly did you consider denying him for the sake of sleep. The thought was long gone once you felt a familiar hardness against the inside of your thigh.

“I couldn’t get the choreography down at practice because I’ve been thinking about what I did to you last night.” He brushes the hair off your neck to reveal the marks he’s left you to deal with this morning. It’s not like you minded. Long gone were the days where you felt like you had to cover the love bites your boyfriend was bound to leave on your neck and chest. Now you wore them like a badge of honor. 

His lips and tongue gently trace the bruises that littered your nape and collarbones, taking his time to make you squirm underneath him. 

“Jimin,” you groan in indignation. Instead of picking up his pace, he goes slower, working his way slowly up your neck and back to your lips.

With everything that went on in both of your lives, you and Jimin only had certain periods of time where you could actually be together. Things were hard sometimes, and you would be lying if you said you and he hadn’t had conversations discussing whether or not you two should stay together. Those conversations were in the distant past now, your relationship on the verge of 5 years. You eventually found your balance. It was hard for you to recall times like those, ones that felt like your world would stop spinning on its axis. 

When he kisses you the way he is now, it makes all of your worries melt away. His plush lips that move so fluidly against your own held so much weight and words he didn’t have to speak. I love you, we have all the time in the world.

You sighed against his mouth as you lift your hips to grind against his own. He groans in response and pulls back to look at your face. His pupils are blown, appearing nearly black with lust. His lips are swollen from the assault of your own against them. His hair, messy and pushed back, makes you nearly groan. Everything about Jimin is beautiful. The soft bags under his eyes briefly made you consider convincing him to go to sleep but as his hands lifted your t-shirt over you bare breasts, all protests get lost on your tongue.

He says nothing but stares at you as if you’re made of porcelain before quickly dropping his head to catch your nipple in his mouth. His other hand pays attention to your neglected breast, and you mewl as you throw your head back in pleasure.

“Jimin, please.” You don’t exactly know what you’re asking for, just more. 

He gets the hint and kisses away from your chest and down your stomach, right toward where you need him most. He wastes no time in pulling your panties down your legs and attaching his lips to your clit.

“God baby, you’re so wet already. All for me,” he smirks up at you as he continues to attack your sensitive bud. You can only moan in response, the pleasure he’s bringing you steals the words out of your mouth. 

“Do you want my fingers sweetheart, hm? Use your words,” he demands. 

“Yes, please, Jimin. I need your fingers, please,” You manage to squeak out.

“Such a good girl.” 

Jimin lips crawl their way back up your body as he plunges his first finger inside your heat. His mouth swallows your moans. He adds another finger and reaches his thumb up to make figure eights on your clit. When his mouth detaches itself from yours, you can help the wanton noises the leave your body. 

It doesn’t take long for the coil in the pit of your stomach to wind up. Jimin can tell you’re close by the high pitch of your cries and the way you squeeze around his fingers, so he quickens the pace fingers. 

The coil snaps inside you and you’re sure you’re experiencing one of the most powerful orgasms of your life. Your eyes involuntarily close as you ride out your high, causing you to see stars among the pitch black of your eyelids. 

Jimin’s pulls out his fingers and you groan at the loss. He wastes no time in pulling down the boxers that sat low on his hips and he settles back between your legs. 

You reach down between your body and move to sit up, but Jimin pushes your shoulders back onto the bed as he sucks more hickies onto your chest. “Jimin, I wanna suck you off,” you pout when he lifts his head to look at you.

“Another time baby, I need to be inside you right now or I’m gonna lose my mind.” 

You don’t argue as he aligns himself with your entrance and buries himself to the hilt inside you. Both of you release long moans as he does. He reaches down to lace your fingers together and places your joined hands next to your head as he begins to pump in and out of you.

A high-pitched, “I love you,” leaves your mouth when he speeds up his pace. He kisses you through his moans and lets go of your hands to wrap his arms around your body. Somehow pulling you impossibly closer. You encase his hips with your legs and slither your arms around his back. 

His lips move against yours as he fucks you like it's your last night on this earth. It’s almost as if he’s trying to fuse your bodies together. You hand snakes into his hair and you lightly tug at the roots, forcing your boyfriend to groan against your lips.

It doesn’t take long for you to feel the fire growing within you once again. Jimin must notice this too, picking up his pace when he feels you tighten around his member. 

“Baby girl, I’m close,” Jimin moans against your neck.

“I am too, Jimin, please don’t stop!”

It’s not long before you feel his dick twitch as he releases in hot spurts inside you. He reaches down to rub your clit furiously as he continues to pump in and out to push you to your second orgasm of the night. It’s only a matter of seconds before you feel euphoria crash over every inch of your being and you’re crying out his name like a broken record. 

When you come back to your senses, you weakly push his hand away. “I’m sensitive, love.”

His body collapses on top of you, his head next to your ear as he drops a quick kiss below it. A sense of calm washes over the room and you can feel sleep starting to take over your body.

Jimin’s weight leaves you briefly and you whine to try and pull him back. He only chuckles at your post-bliss cuteness, before entering the bathroom and returning a short moment later. He makes quick work with the moist washcloth to clean you both, then crawls back into bed to pull you into his chest.

A muffled, “I love you,” leaves your mouth before you plant a kiss onto his collarbone and begin to drift off. 

“I love you more, sweetheart.” He kisses the crown of your head and lets sleep take over his body as it had your own. He’s convinced at that moment that no matter how skeptical or cynical he is about the world around him, you would always be one thing he was sure of. He thought of forgoing the whole fancy proposal idea he had and instead just popping the question first thing in the morning. When you’re freshly awake and have a bird's nest for hair. When he found you most ethereal.

But there was no rush. You truly did have forever, and of that he was certain.

a/n: thank you cait ( @guksheart ) for helping me out on this ily ♡♡♡♡♡

also @tteokchim look i finally posted it!!

[thecleverdame]

Control and Release - 24

Series Masterlist

TEDTalk!Sam x Reader

Summary: After the rest of the staff is caught in a snowstorm, you find yourself acting as a personal assistant to the notorious Sam Winchester. As the arrangement becomes more defined, you and Sam begin a sexual adventure with dangerous consequences.  

Warnings: Dom/Sub, humiliation, embarrassment, sexual objectification, mutual masturbation, spanking, cum play, fingering, anal play, orgasm control, nipple clamps, dub-con, breath play.

Beta: @ilikaicalie

Words: 3.7k

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Sam’s zipping around his house like he’s on fire. On any given weekday he doesn’t come home until after eight or nine and works well into the evening. This afternoon however he arrived home just after you and has been wrapping up his day in a frenzy.

“Damn it,” he snips, shaking his head at a handwritten note. “I can’t read Linda’s handwriting. It’s chicken scratch. I have to get rid of her. I need Pepper back.”

“I thought her name was Lauren,” you say.

“Laurel, Lana, I really don’t fucking care.”

“Let me see it.” You pluck the paper from his hand.

While her handwriting is not the prettiest, it’s still discernible. “Paul Handcock, Steven Turney...no Tunney, and Lady Toni Bevell? Fancy.”

“She’s English,” he snorts. “One of my least favorite people.”

“Who is this a list of?”

“Three execs from the UK I’m bringing over to work on a project. I’ve had an interest in opening an office in London for years now. Legal consultation for international cases.”

“Wow,” you lean back, watching him tap a message into his phone. “There’s a lot going on behind the scenes.”

“Always,” he sends off a message and takes a breath before going to his laptop. “If everything goes to plan, we’ll be spending some time in London next quarter.”

“We?” you raise an eyebrow.

“Of course,” he types furiously, eyes fixed on the screen. “Unless you don’t want to come with me.”

“No, I mean, I want to. I wasn’t sure you meant you and me.”

“You, me and some of the executive team. It’ll be a lot of work but I can find time to enjoy the city with you.”

Your heart does this school girl flutter at the idea of him automatically including you in his plans.

“I’d love that.” You glance up to check but he’s not paying attention. “Cole said something interesting today...”

“Oh?”

“He, ah, he said that he’s noticed the way you look at me.”

Sam pauses, a quiet lull and then he looks at you. “Did he?”

“He said he thinks you’re interested in me and that I shouldn’t be alone with you because you might try something. Might get a little handsy.” Wiggling your fingers you watch for his reaction.  

His nostrils flare, eyes narrowing at this new information.

“He’s projecting,” Sam quips, stepping closer. “He watches you, studies you the same way I did. It’s not a bad plan, to set himself up as the ‘good guy’.”

“I don’t think he’s like that.”

“You’re not a man and you don’t have an accurate perception of how attractive you are. Trust me, he’s like that. We all are. It took me all of five minutes to see he was interested in you.”

“You never said anything.”

“Because I’m not threatened. Unlike Cole’s fictional version of me, I don’t think he’ll lock you in a room and try to feel you up. But he’ll make his play. Give it time.”

“I think you’re both overreacting.”

“Cole will prove me right eventually,” he grins, tilting his head to the side, looking over your face. “Should I be concerned?”

“No, Mr. Winchester,” you smirk. “But I like that you asked.”

He smiles a controlled little smile and goes back to typing.

“Do you want to order something for dinner? I’m starving.” You’ve been craving a pizza but you doubt you’ll be able to talk Sam into a choice so blatantly unhealthy.

“We’re going out tonight,” he explains.

“Where?” you ask.

“It’s an Italian place, you’ll love it. Carbs as far as the eye can see.”

“Yessss,” you hiss with a laugh and he pulls you into his arms. “Nothing makes me happier than breadsticks.”

“Easy to please,” he kisses you softly, his eyes fluttering shut, then open.  

“We’re going out on a weeknight? This must be a special occasion.”

“Do you know what day it is?” he asks.

“What?” you look at him, hesitant smile wilting. What have you forgotten?

“One year ago today you came into my hotel room,” he murmurs. “You were wide-eyed and unsure, but so excited at the same time. I remember exactly what you looked like, sounded like. The way you touched yourself for me.”

How could you possibly forget? It’s been a year and look how far you’ve come.

“I’d never done anything like that before,” you admit, a shy smile creeping across your face.

“I hope not,” he nips at your mouth, his lips ghost at the corner of your lips before trailing down to find the curve of your jaw before landing at the shell of your ear and whispering. “We’re going to try a few new things tonight.”

“I’m ready,” you whimper as he sucks at the skin under your ear, sending tiny whizzes of pleasure shooting up and down your spine. Your toes curl in your shoes and you lean into him grasping at his shirt.

“Glad to hear it,” he murmurs, looking you over in approval. He steps back, leaving you breathless with heavy eyes. “Get dressed.”

---

“I’ve been looking forward to this part all night,” you confess, standing in his bedroom.

“I hope it doesn’t disappoint.”

“I’m not sure that’s even possible,” you say, watching his face awash with amusement and lust. Perhaps a layer of restrained affection underneath it all.

“Take off your clothes and get on the bed,” Sam instructs.

You comply without even thinking, stripping your dress off, then your bra and finally the heels that you’re all too happy to get rid of. You crawl on hands and knees to the middle of the bed, wiggling your ass and looking back. Sam walks towards you in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, a white t-shirt and his tie from earlier in the day. His erection is already straining at the material, and you get a little thrill out of the fact that he wants you this badly.

“How would you like me, Mr. Winchester?”

“On your back,” he barks, leaning forward to swat you on the ass before you can roll away. With a yelp you lay down on your back, stretching out long as he joins you. Slinging one leg over your belly he straddles your stomach, careful of his weight. “Hands above your head.”

You reached upward, watching his face as he binds your wrists together with his tie and then loops it through an open slat in the headboard. He’s most comfortable like this, in charge in a sexual situation. He’s also the most handsome just like this, controlled but relaxed, in his element. You wonder what he has in store for you.

“You’re beautiful tonight,” he comments, dropping down your body, stopping along the journey to suck a nipple into his mouth.

“Just tonight?” You’re not really serious, poking fun and getting lost in the feeling of his mouth sucking hard. 

“Always,” he looks up, dragging his teeth down the skin between your breasts. “But especially tonight.” He snakes lower, kisses his way over your ribs, then belly. “I like taking you out, having other people look at us and knowing you’re mine.”

“I like that too.” You watch as he carefully parts your thighs, his palms pushing your legs wide and you finally realize what’s about to happen.  

He pauses to look up at you, grinning like a cougar about to eat a fat little rabbit and then swoops down, burying his face between your legs. 

“Sam,” you gasp, hips jerking forward. The tip of his nose bumps your clit as his tongue sinks into your folds, searching deeper until he’s shoved as far into your pussy as he can get. Your mind slows down, thick and cloudy as he fucks you with his mouth. 

Strong fingers curl into the clammy flesh under each knee as he pulls you up for him, holding your trembling thighs so wide that your muscles burn. 

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he mumbles against your cunt, taking a breath before diving back in. Two fingers slide in deep, thrusting slowly in and out. His mouth finds your clit, the tip of his tongue pressing over the aching bud, once, twice and then sucking it into his mouth like he’s been starving for you. 

He’s never gone down on you before. To be honest, you thought this was something he didn’t do. While he’s spent countless hours with his fingers between your thighs he’s never had his mouth on your pussy until now. 

“Tastes so fucking good,” he grunts right up against your sex.  

“Fuck,” you groan, arms tugging at the restraints. 

You can feel him chuckle as his tongue flicks out against your clit. He goes gently at first, teasing strokes and lazy circles until you’re vibrating out of your skin, until you’re ready to kill him if he doesn’t give you more, so he does. Gentle flicks of his tongue over your clit, sliding lower to push inside you with the slow thrust of his tongue that makes you wiggle and squeal until your hips buck up off the bed. You cum so hard you gush all over his chin. He doesn’t stop, he keeps working your pussy until your quivering and begging him to stop. 

When you finally can’t take anymore, he rises and tugs at the tie around your wrists, freeing your arms. Then he rests back on his heels before pulling his shirt up over his head, tossing it to the floor. RHe starts to push down his underwear, and then just stops, looking down at you in appreciation. 

“You’re mine,” he breathes, then nods in summation. 

“Yes, I am yours.” You reach out for him. He grins, dodging your arms and dropping down to place a kiss on the inside of each thigh. Then placing a kiss on your clit, enjoying the way you roll up to meet his mouth. 

Finally, he slides his body up, over yours, skin sticky with sweat. 

He kisses you, tongue sliding past your lips and you can taste herself on him, and you dig your nails into his shoulders. 

“Take your clothes off,” you whisper, catching his ear lobe between your teeth. 

He grunts and rolls his hips against your core. You can feel how hard his cock is as he grinds against your clit. 

You watch the beauty of him stripping down. He’s beautiful and powerful and under different circumstances, you’d take the proper time to appreciate every inch of him. 

He lays back down on top of you,, belly to belly. So close you can feel his heartbeat, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. You’re shaking, trembling underneath the weight of him. You feel his cock pressing against where you’re wet and needing, that perfect tease. 

He slides inside so slow. You’re so full, so tight, nothing’s ever felt like this. You hold onto him, crying out in pleasure, straddling the line of too much.  He dips down to swallow your cry, pushing further inside, sinking deeper until you can feel him rest against your body.

“Hey,” he whispers, and your eyes flutter open. Jesus, he’s so beautiful. He’s not sure what this reaction is. Neither are you. This feels like connection, like more than anything that came before. You’re shaking like a virgin getting fucked for the first time. “You alright?”

“God, yes,” you moan and cant your hips against him. “Please, Sam. Fuck me.” You push up with your body, wanting more, needing him to move.

He doesn’t. He just lays there, pressed inside, staring at you like you’re a work of art. 

He pulls back, and you feel the stretch of his cock as it draws out of you, almost to the tip.  You whimpers, biting your lips as you writhe up into him, trying to find his hips with yours. Then he thrusts into you, filling the empty space inside your pussy and you’re moving to meet him, head thrown back and soft cries pouring from an open mouth. 

You rock together, one hand holding yours above your head, fingers laced together.  The other cupping a breast as he pants against your throat. You grip his ass cheek in your hand, rolling up to meet until the two of you are nothing more than body bodies sliding against each other.  He kissed you sweet and slow, and you open your mouth to let him in. 

“Can I cum?” you wheeze, the words fractured. 

“Yes,” he whispers, grabbing you by the shoulders to hold you still, thrusting harder, his eyes locked on yours. 

“Fuck,” you mutter hoarsely, and then cum so hard your teeth snap together and it’s all you can do to stay earthbound. 

“So fucking hot, tight, Jesus Christ I can feel you,” Sam grates out, pressing his face into your shoulder. His whole body goes tense and then he cums, filling you with everything he has. 

He goes soft, resting his forehead on the pillow next to your head. You turn into him, cheek brushing against his hair, humming with pleasure. You flex your hands, still holding tight to his, and he lifts his head to look at you, grinning down at you with an exhausted but pleased look. 

“Not our usual sex but…” he trails off. He looks proud and he should be after that. 

“It was amazing,” you smile up at him. “You always know what I need, even when I don’t.”

He studies you for a moment, eyes twinkling before leaning in to kiss you. 

-

“What were you like?” you ask, settling into his side. “When you were a kid I mean. What did little Sam want to grow up to be?”

First comes Sam’s trademark pause and then a simple confession that tells you so much more.

“I just wanted to be normal. As a kid, I was starving for it. I wanted to have a house and a mom, I wanted my dad to sit down with Dean and I every night and eat dinner. Chasing monsters was the last thing on my mind, what I craved was to fade into the background. To fit in. And now look at me. If ten year old Sam could see me now he’d be appalled.”

“Why?” you murmur, the pads of your fingers rubbing a gentle path through his chest hair. “You’re successful, you don’t think he’d be proud?”

“Yeah, but that wasn’t the plan. My dad lost himself in work and I swore up and down I’d never be like that. I wanted a family, a dog, a nine-to-five job. I’ve gone so far in the other direction I couldn’t be further from normal.”

“Is there any part of your family that you miss?”

“I don’t know,” he replies immediately, shifting his hips.

“There’s nothing good from all those years?”

“Dean, I suppose.” His hand trails over the back of your elbow and up your arm. “We butted heads from the time I could talk but he took care of me. He did the best he could. Dad would leave and Dean was in charge. When my dad first started leaving us on our own it was only for a night or two. But as I got older he’d leave for a week, sometimes two. Dean fed me, got me to school, stole the best comic books so I’d have something to keep me busy.”

“That’s a lot...for both of you.”

Your heart sinks into your gut as you picture these two little kids alone in some skeezy motel. It’s a wonder Sam got from there to here.

“I felt guilty for a long time after I left. For years I wondered if I’d done the right thing. I kept Dean grounded, or tried to anyway. But when Jess died I…”

He trails off.

“I’d like to know about her,” you add. Tilting your head up you burrow into his neck and use the arm over his chest to pull yourself closer to his body heat. “Only if you want to tell me.”

“I don’t talk about her.” He clears his throat.

“Okay.”

The two of you lay there listening to the distant ticking of the wall clock in the hallway. His house is unnaturally quiet, a modern capsule, sealed off from the rest of the world.

The minutes tick by as you lay there, both of you wide awake but neither willing to break the bubble. You’re about to suggest a shower when he speaks again.

“She baked all the time,” he says. “She was good at it. Cookies, pastries, cakes. I gained ten pounds during our first year together.”

You don’t respond, just wait as his fingers curl into your hair.

“She was the first person in my life to ever encourage me to do the things I wanted. Every time I suggested something she’d tell me to go for it. My whole life my dad told me I needed to be like him, there was no other choice. But she encouraged me to be anything I wanted.”

Again, you’re silent. Afraid of intruding on this fragile moment of reflection.

“She loved me and I lied to her. I made up stories about my family. I told her my dad was dead. My brother was a drunk. Anything to avoid talking about them. I rewarded her affection with made-up stories because I didn’t want to own up to where I came from. Looking back it was stupid, she wouldn’t have cared. We could have truly known each other and I took that opportunity away from us.” He sighs. “I won’t make the same mistake with you. I can’t talk about it all, not with you, not with anyone. But I won’t ever lie to you.”

“Me either,” you confirm. “We all need things that are ours alone. Secrets, moments, even people sometimes. I don’t begrudge you that.”

“You always surprise me,” he says, deadpan and devoid of emotion. “You deserve a better man than me. Someone who’s not broken, gutted from the inside. You deserve to be loved.”

You think about those words, you deserve to be loved. As if he’ll never be able to deliver.

“You don’t think you’ll ever be able to love me?” you ask.

He grunts, clearly uncomfortable but his arms only tighten around you.

“I hope I can. You make me feel a lot of emotions, strong emotions...my first instinct is to purge them. Ignore them before they grow stronger. I have a lot to work on.”

“I could love you,” you respond, but the untruth of the statement doesn’t settle right. You’ve felt it for weeks now. Refusing to give in to fear you say what you feel. “I do love you.”

You hold your breath. Will he run? Kick you out? The truth is that you love him but you still don’t trust him, not completely.

“I’m not sure how you could love a person like me. I’m a shell, half-empty inside,” he responds calmly.

“I don’t think that’s true. You shut off access to certain parts of yourself, but they still exist. Empathy, compassion, love... I've seen little glimpses of all of them.”

He snorts.

“What?” you ask.

“A little voice in the back of my head keeps whispering there’s a good chance that you like the way I make your body feel and that’s all this will ever be.”

It’s easy to forget that Sam doubts himself. But he’s just human after all and he needs assurances just like everyone else.

“I do like the way you make me feel. The way you touch me. But I also like the way you look at me, listen to me, really listen. You care what I think. I like how you think I’m capable of more professionally, you don’t let me fade into the background, you challenge me. I like laying here with you in the dark. I like listening to you. The sex is amazing, but it’s sex. There’s so much more to being together.”

There’s a flickering burst of light from outside and the low boom of a storm approaching. Sam doesn’t respond, he just holds you close, fingers trailing over skin as words and confessions sink in. It’s impossible to know what the future holds. But right now you have each other and neither of you are taking that for granted.

-

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[peterparkerspooderman]

Sex Tape Pt. 3

Sex Tape Part 3

A/N: Hey my lovelies. Some of you wanted me to do a part 3 and I think it’s will be the end of the Sex Tape trilogy because I don’t really know what else to write about for Sex Tape. So here you go, I hope you enjoy it 😊

 Warnings: Smuttttt 

Masterlist

After yours and Peter’s nasty time was premiered to the whole Avengers squad you haven’t had a break. When you got home and after the lecture, you received from your dad you told Peter what happened and he’s now even more terrified of your dad than he originally was. This caused a lot of tension whenever you and Peter wanted to go out, so much so your dad even suggested a chaperone.  You’re glad that your dad didn’t break you up but it might as well feel like you and Peter broke up because you can’t spend any time together due to your dad making it near impossible. When Peter comes over to the compound, the team make it so that you two can’t sit or stand together. When you and Peter are caught sitting next to each other on the couch Sam makes it his mission to separate you two by squeezing himself in the middle. The only time you and Peter can spend time together is at school and you’re tired of it.

 “Y/N! That’s a crazy idea!” Peter exclaims. The crowded hallway of students turns their heads to see the commotion but soon carry on with their daily lives.

“Come on Peter, we haven’t had any action in weeks. I need you.” You whisper, standing so your chests are touching, your breath tickling his neck. Peter takes an intake of breath at your words. His mind filling up withal the things he hasn’t had a chance to do to you. You feel him growing against your thigh and you smirk. Luckily your bodies are close enough so no one can see.

“Come on, baby please.” You plead, placing a soft kiss on his neck. The once crowded hallway is now deserted and you couldn’t be happier.

Peter’s hands grab hold of your ass and pushes your back into the lockers, emitting a loud noise from the metal. He hikes one of your legs around his hip and ruts himself against you. You let out a loud moan but Peter hushes it with his mouth as he dives his tongue into your mouth.

“You’re killing me, baby” He grunts into your mouth. Your core throbs at his raspy voice.

His lips move to your neck and sucks a light hickey into the skin and pulls away. You whine at the loss of contact. He gently takes your leg and lowers it to the ground. You try to pull him back in for another kiss, but he stops you.

“We have to get to class, we can continue this later.” He rasps in your ear. Before he starts to walk to his next class you stop him.

“How you gonna hide this babe?” You ask before cupping his hard bulge through his jeans. He almost moans at the contact. Lord knows how much this boy has been wanting you and he can’t wait for the opportunity but that isn’t now.

“It’s a good thing I have textbooks.” He sasses, he gives your head a kiss before he turn to go to his next lesson and shortly after you do the same.

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“Okay so here’s the plan. I tell my dad that I’m going to a study group, what time will May be out?” You ask Peter, trying to formulate a plan so you two can have some alone time together.

“Well she gets off work an hour from now, but she normally goes grocery shopping and that woman can spend 2 hours in the soup aisle.” Peter says, perfect. You look at your watch a realize that you’re running late and don’t want your dad to ask questions.

“I gotta run babe, see you tonight.” You say. You give Peter a kiss on the lips that was supposed to be short but turned out to be deeper than intended.

“Damn Parker, keep it in your pants.” You tease, knowing that you’re a lot worse.

“When it comes to you? Never.” He says. You roll your eyes and walk in the direction to the compound, but Peter being Peter he slaps your ass before you start walking. You throw him a playful glare.

 You get home and greet your dad with a kiss on the cheek and greet the team that are not on a mission. You get to your room and get some homework done because lord knows you won’t be doing anything later. You’re busy with your math sum when you hear your Phone ping. Your screen lights up and you read the message from Peter.

Dork: May’s out😉

You feel butterflies in your chest like it was yours and Peter’s first date. You gather some books and make sure you have your cute underwear on before going to your dad. You walk down to his lab and see him at his desk. You knock before walking in.

“Hey dad, can I meet with my study group in the library? We have a huge test next week.” You explain, hoping your dad will say yes. He looks at you and slides his glasses halfway down his nose.

“Will Peter be at this, study group meeting?” he asks, his voice stern and serious.

“Nope, May needed his help with something so he won’t be able to make it.” You say, pretending to be upset that he won’t be there. At this news your dad relaxes a bit.

“You can go but be sure to be back at 11. I don’t want you to fry your brain.” He says, attempting to make a joke. You roll your eyes playfully at him.

“Thanks dad.” You say before kissing his cheek goodbye and waltzing out the compound to Peter’s house.

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 You reach Peters house and you couldn’t be more excited. You knock on the door and almost immediately Peter opens it. You’re greeted with a whiff of freshly washed hair and you couldn’t wait to run your hands through them. You look up at him and smile, he looks nervous, but you have no idea why. He gestures you to walk in and you do, setting your stuff down on the chair. You turn to him.

“You seem nervous.” You ask, wrapping your arms around his neck. Peter’s hands resting on your hips and pulls you closer to his body.

“Just haven’t done this in a while.” He says. Maybe he’s scared that he lost his touch.

“With your skill, you wouldn’t have lost your touch.” You whisper in his ear. This gives him confidence and he latches his mouth on yours.

You feel his hands grope and squeeze your ass, one of his hands taps your thigh. Telling you to jump, and you do. You lock your ankles behind his back, and he starts walking to his room. His lips moving to the mark he made earlier that day. How your dad didn’t see it? You have no idea but you’re glad.  

You feel his bed beneath your back. You crawl up the bed to give Peter some space. You pull at his shirt and he tugs it off his body. You look at his torso, drool almost escaping your mouth. You reach your hands out and stroke his defined muscles.

“Damn I missed these.” You say, mesmerized by his strong muscles. He chuckles at your behaviour and starts unbuttoning your shirt. You slide your shirt down your arms and unclasp your bra along with is.

Peter clasps his hands on your boobs, you moan at the feeling if his hands on them.

“And I missed these.” He says before leaning down and sucking a nipple in his mouth.

You moan at the contact of his mouth on your sensitive bud. You reach your hand between your bodies and cup him in your hands. His cock straining against the denim material. He moans against your breast, the vibration sending wetness to your core.

He moves his attention to your neck while his hands slither themselves under your underwear. His fingers sliding over your wet slit.

“Damn baby, you’re so wet. All this for me?” He whispers, a smirk plastered on his face. You moan at his words.

His fingers open your lips and slide into your hole. His finger engulfed by you; you moan louder.

“That’s it babygirl, let me hear you.” He rasps. He adds in another finger and you feel the familiar ball forming in your abdomen.

“Baby I want you inside of me. Please.” You beg. Peter rips his hand away from you and strips both of you.

 All of your clothes are strewn on the floor and Peter reaches his hand in his draw, fishing out a condom. He rips open the foil packet and rolls it on his thick length. Your mouth drools at the sight. Peter hovers over you and gives you a peck on the lips.

“Ready?” he asks, his tip poking at your wet hole. You nod. You grab his hand and hold it in yours, he gives your hand a quick kiss.

He slowly pushes in and you are kind of glad that you were away from him for so long because the way that he stretches you is breathtaking.

“Fuck Y/N, you’re so tight. Oh my god.” Peter pants. He pushes all the way in and that’s where things go crazy.

Peter’s hips thrust into you at an inhuman speed and your moans could be heard from the compound. You feel the ball in your stomach start to expand.

“Peter, I’m gonna come.” You moan out. You hear his grunts above you, and it makes you wetter than ever.

You feel his hand viscously rub your clit and you scream. Your head falls back, and your toes scrunch up and without warning you cum. Your walls squeezing out of control. Your release triggers Peter’s. You feel his thrusts get sloppy and his back muscles contract under your hand. With a shout of your name he releases his hot white cum in the condom. Before he could pull out you hear the door clang open and low and behold you see May with a few bags of groceries, her eyes bulging out her head. Peter quickly rips himself from you and you try to hide your whine.

“You have got to be kidding me.” You hear Peter whisper next you. You two couldn’t catch a break.

Peter open his mouth to speak but May beats him to it. “Are you two being safe?” That’s odd, why isn’t she shouting?

“Always are Aunt May.” Peter speaks up next to you.

“Well in that case you can carry on. I just want you guys to be safe.” She says before closing the door and letting us in peace.

“In that case, make me cum spidey.” You tease.

“With pleasure.’ Peter says before excitingly inserting himself inside my wet cunt.

Let’s just say you two went more than just one round.

[honeymoonjin]

sick day - namjoon x reader smut

A/N: requested by @chedsarcheeseyships. It’s Namjoon’s first week off in a while, and he’s not happy that you haven’t been spending it with him. Warnings for explicit sexual content: orgasm denial, oral (f receiving), rough sex, assplay, dirty talk, sir kink, forced orgasm/overstimulation, sub!reader, dom!Joon. The filthiest thing I’ve ever written. I hope y’all enjoy it.

The boys of BTS having a day off was a rarity. Having a week off? Unheard of, but certainly appreciated.

Unfortunately for one Kim Namjoon, you didn’t get the luxury of a week off work yourself, and with later hours around the busy Christmas period, when you would finally kick off your heels and crawl into bed each night, you were out like a light.

He wasn’t very good at relaxing, and by Thursday had started to become restless, like a lion pacing in his cage. You commented on this in the mornings sometimes, when you were ready to leave for work and he was still in pajamas, clinging to you like a lost child.

“Just call in sick, baby, I need you!”

You sigh deeply and take a wary glance at the time. You started at 8:30, and with work traffic, if you didn’t leave in the next ten minutes, you wouldn’t make it in time. “I have to go, Nam. Jerk off if you need to, we can do something tonight.”

He whines in the back of his throat. “You’ll get home and you’ll be too tired, like always. You don’t even have to take the whole day off, just take a couple hours and say you had a dentist appointment or something, I don’t know. Come on, babygirl!”

“Have a good day, baby,” you answer instead, turning away from him to leave, before being stopped by a solid arm across your chest. “Namjoon…”

“Call in sick or don’t,” he murmurs, demeanor completely changing, “but you’re not leaving his house until I’ve fucked you enough to make up for the past four days. Your choice.”

You swallow hard, feeling the damp effect of his words between your legs. Wordlessly, you put your bag down and pull out your phone, dialing your manager.

As the call goes through, Namjoon slowly walks forward, making you step back until you bump into the wall, then he places a hand on the wall on either side of your head. You swallow again. “Uh, yes, hi, Mr. Choi, I’m sorry for the late notice but I’m unavailable to come in to work today.” Namjoon nods in satisfaction, then kneels down in front of you, taking your heels off one at a time. You try to ignore him, tuning back into the voice of your boss on the other end.

“…at least six hours’ notice! You’ve barely given me twenty minutes!” You put the speaker against your chest for a moment, glaring down at Namjoon, who’s began pulling down your pantyhose and underwear impatiently.

“I apologize, sir, but employees aren’t allowed to work a shift if they’ve thrown up within twenty f-uh!” Your head falls back and knocks loudly against the wall, and your hips jerk in Namjoon’s tight grip as he bites down hard on your clit. You flick him in the forehead with wide eyes, shaking your head frantically, but he just grins cheekily up at you, chin glistening slightly from your abundance of arousal.

“Excuse me? Miss L/N, can you hear me?”

“Yes, I can hear you sir. I just had to be sick. I hope you can find, ah, find someone else to cover the shift but I really have to go-oh now, sir.” You hang up before Namjoon can get up to more mischief than he already is, giving your clit little kitten likes to make you squirm.

You chuck your phone on the carpet away from you. “I can’t believe you, are you really that impatient?”

His playful eyes darken. “You want patience?” Before you get the chance to regret your words and process his strange threat, he dives back in to your pussy, slurping noisily at the excessive wetness there and bringing a hand up to thumb at your sensitive bud, the other hand keeping your hips pressed solidly against the wall.

It’s no surprise that the rapper is so good at eating you out, but it’s been a while, and you’re brought to the edge closer than you have before.

You begin releasing little breathy moans with each swipe of his slightly rough tongue against you and trying uselessly to rock your hips against his face. “Oh, it’s so good, Nam, you’re so good to me, I’m gonna cum, I’m-” You let out a desperate cry when he detaches from your pussy completely as you stop moments away from the edge. You wiggle your toes and bump your head against the wall in frustration, feeling your clit twitch unhappily. “Dammit, Namjoon! I was so close!”

He rests his chin on the top of your mound and grins innocently up at you, cheeks glossy and lips swollen. “Why the rush, baby? You aren’t going in to work anymore, let’s just take our time.” He narrows his eyes at you playfully. “Be patient, babygirl.”

You glare at him, a retort on the tip of your tongue, but he dives in again, this time swapping around his finger and mouth. Skipping straight to two fingers, he plunges them inside you and crooks them upwards, rubbing at your inner walls in time to his tongue flicking over the top of your clit, enough to feel, but so light that it just gets you worked up. One of your thighs begins to tremble dangerously, and you have to brace yourself against the wall to stop from collapsing. The feeling is overwhelming, and you prevent your moans from escaping as best you can, choosing not to tell him when the knot in your stomach begins to tighten.

Like he’s psychic, he rips his fingers out of you and takes his mouth away the second you begin to crest the edge. You cry out a garbled moan pathetically, unable to form any coherent speech, and all you hear is him chuckle before he delivers a harsh slap to your clit. You shriek and try to shy away, but you’re pressed up against the wall with nowhere to go.

He massages your clit for a bit, keeping you right on the edge, desperate for more, then pulls away and slaps your clit again.

Your chest heaves and you whimper pathetically, feeling tears of frustration slip out of the corners of your eyes. “I’m sorry, Nam! I’m sorry! Please, make me cum, I’ll do anything!”

He stands up and tugs you towards the bedroom in a quick motion, showing no mercy as you stumble behind with weak legs, feeling the uncomfortable sensation of your slick between your thighs as you go.

He tosses you onto the bed without hesitation, but before you can shuffle up to the headboard, his strong hands latch around your ankles and tug you back down. You stay lying on your back, staring up at him in a daze and breathing heavily. His tongue comes out to lewdly lick off the arousal around his mouth as he leans over you. “Clothes off,” he demands.

“Okay, Namjoon,” you reply dreamily, hands coming up to unbutton your wrinkled blouse.

He frowns and slaps your thigh with the same, still-wet hand that was fingering you earlier. You whine at his angry expression. “Normally you’d be at work by now, but I’m your boss today, honey. You’ll call me sir, just like you called your manager on the phone.”

You smile innocently up at him. “Yes, sir.” He stands in an overbearing silence as you finish unbuttoning your shirt. You go to sit up to undress more easily but he presses a hand solidly against your sternum, just below the vulnerable column of your neck, and pins you down.

You wriggle out of your blouse, struggling to get to sleeve off without being able to put your arms behind you, and he watches you suffer with a wicked grin plastered across his face.

After you remove your bra and skirt in like fashion, you lie before him fully naked. “Sir,” you murmur coquettishly, “I’m completely undressed and you’re still in all your clothes. I want to see you, too.”

“Mm, it doesn’t work that way, baby. No, today I tell you what I want, and you do it. Understand?”

You pout. “That sucks. I want a raise.”

For a moment, you think he’s going to laugh at your joke, but he just sighs down at you, sliding the hand on the top of your chest up higher, until the pressure is on your larynx, pushing down slightly on your windpipe. “How cute,” he drones, “once I’m done with you, you’ll be too fucked out to crack jokes.”

You moan a little so that he can feel the vibrations from your throat. “Do it, then. Sir.”

He raises an eyebrow at you in bemusement, then begins to speedily remove his clothes, a lot quicker than you since he was just in the t-shirt and sweatpants, he slept in.

Your eyes light up when you see how hard he is, and you bite your lip at the ever-impressive size of it. He notices your lustful gaze and gives it a few tugs, groaning at the long-awaited friction on his cock. “You like that?” His voice has gone gravelly, the way it does when he’s turned on beyond all reason, and you nod frantically. “Ugh, fuck, babygirl, I was gonna fuck your throat, but I think if I did, I’d cum in an instant. I can’t wait anymore. You ready for me?”

Your tongue pokes the inside of your cheek. “Such a considerate boss I have. Shame he’s all talk.”

He tilts his head and his hand leaves your throat to come down and twist roughly at one of your painfully hard nipples. You squeak and writhe under him, but he holds it for a second before letting go. “I’ll fuck the insolence out of you, you disobedient slut. On your hands and knees.”

“But I wanna see your fa-”

“I won’t ask again. Either you get on your hands and knees and take what I give you, or I’ll make sure your ass is so red you won’t be able to sit for a week. What will it be?”

You grumble in mock frustration, but you feel yourself getting impossibly wetter. He waits impatiently while you roll onto your stomach and push yourself up, arching your back to present your ass to him. He hums appreciatively and immediately brings a hand down on one cheek, soothing it after with a warm palm as you whimper and wiggle beneath him.

Even in the heat of the moment, when he finally sinks in to your wet heat, he does so slowly, knowing that you always needed a moment to adjust to his size otherwise you might seriously hurt yourself. It was a delicious stretch all the way in, and once he finally sheathed himself in you fully, you slumped forward, unable to hold your top half up anymore.

“Is it good, baby? You like it?” You moan a yes, and he chuckles darkly, shallowly rutting his hips into you, making sure you’re properly prepared before he lets loose. His final move is to reach down to grab your wrists, pulling your arms behind you and resting them on the small of your back, rendering you completely unable to support yourself. Your face rests on the soft duvet, inhaling the smell of the fruity body lotion he insisted on putting on every night before bed, waiting for him to take you.

He shuffles a little bit behind you, getting a steadier position, and then he delivers a sharp thrust, immediately setting off at a brutal pace.

The pleasure is overwhelming right from the get-go; your nerves are so on fire from the denied orgasms that you feel like you could cum straight away, but there’s no sensation on your clit, and he knows you can’t cum without that external stimulation. That bastard.

The drag of his cock inside you pairs beautiful with his deep groans and pants, and you do your best to push your hips back to meet him with each thrust, but without being able to use your hands, you have no leverage, and you have no option but to sit there and take it.

“Ah, baby, please, I need more-”

He growls out a dark laugh, removing one of the hands holding your wrists down to push your head further down onto the mattress. “Greedy,” he admonishes, refusing to answer the demand he certainly understood.

It feels too much and not enough all at once; you’re drowning in a relentless wave of pleasure, but with no way of falling over that satisfying edge. You whine and whimper, but he doesn’t let up, the sounds of slapping filling the room.

After a few more moments, you can hear by his breathing and unsteady moaning that he’s getting tired. “You wanna cum, babygirl?”

You could almost cry. “Yes! God, yes!”

The hand on your head releases you, not that you can go anywhere, and you feel it briefly pass over your clit, making you jump in anticipation, but then it comes back around and begins pressing at the tight ring of muscle above where he’s fucking you.

You’ve never gotten around to dabbling in anal before, although you’re well aware it’s a kink of his, but you’re too fucked out to protest, and your greedy body takes in his naturally lubed up finger in seconds. You feel him plunge down to the second knuckle and begin thrusting in time to his cock.

Before you can comprehend the sudden, intolerable influx of pleasure that you never knew you’d get from that, you’re cumming, writhing hopelessly under him as he doesn’t let up for a second.

Your eyes clench shut tightly but your vision is flashing white, and you’re barely aware that the loud curses and high-pitched moans are coming from you.

As you start to come down, you feel him come inside you, a hot flush deep in your core, and he gives two final thrusts, groaning your name, before pulling out both his cock and his finger.

You collapse on the bed on your stomach, but he flips you onto your back and kneels before you, sparing you no chance to recover before he’s flicking mercilessly at your clit with his tongue and fingering you with his clean hand. You shriek and try and push his head away, but he doesn’t budge an inch.

It’s painful, so sensitive that every strike of his tongue and crook of his fingers feels sharp and stinging, but he ignores your protests and the way you kick and shove at his back, and brings you straight into another eyewatering orgasm, finally pulling away when you have no energy in you to even try and wriggle away.

He leaves briefly to go wash his hands, and when he returns to you still lying on the bed, legs dangling wide open with his cum leaking out of you onto the duvet. You jump and try and bat his hand away when a warm, damp towel swipes at your oversensitive pussy, letting out a weak cry as it drags painfully over your clit, and he rubs circles on the top of your thigh. “Shh, baby, you’re alright, it’s all cleaned up now.”

He dumps the wet towel into the laundry hamper in your room and gently lifts your legs up and onto the bed and maneuvers you under the warm covers, joining you and immediately spooning you, nose nuzzling into your neck. “I love you baby, I hope it wasn’t too much.”

Your tongue feels heavy, every single muscle in your body worn out, so you just moan contentedly.

He laughs at your lack of proper response. “That good, huh?” If you had the energy, you’d swat at him, but you just grunt instead. “Okay, babygirl, let’s go to sleep now. We finally have the day to ourselves.”

After a couple of minutes of listening to his breathing even out, and feeling his skin hot against yours, you clear your throat. “I, uh, I don’t think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow. I might have to stay home from work again.”

He hums and plants a soft kiss on your naked shoulder. “What a shame.”

[of-thoughts-and-phobias]

Rooftop Ghosts: Part 2

Part 1:

Sean yelled down a taxi, the wheels skimming across the pavement toward him. 

"Good morning sir, where'dya need to go?" The driver's monotonous voice greeted him as he entered.

"Uhh, East Street please." 

He sighed and gestured to the door.

The cabman didn't try to prompt Sean in conversation, which was fine by him. So they drove in silence. 

Sean had looked up various clothing stores that might have stuff that he'd need. What he'd need, he didn't know yet. Something ordinary enough so people wouldn't notice him but something that preferably wouldn't be able to catch on fire. 

A short ride later, Sean paid the cabman and bid him goodbye. He nodded his head slightly and took off. 

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     He pulled out his phone and looked for the clothing shops he had marked. There wasn't much that would fit his requirements. Mainly just fashion outlets with a few stray antique stores and costume shops in between. Not much to work with but this was only one part of town.

     He fixated on a very worn out looking building, appropriately called the Boss. Sean figured that'd be a good place to start. 

He was wrong, but now he knew where to get suits for a fairly reasonable price.

He went on from there, crisscrossing the streets and gazing through store windows, trying to find a suitable outfit. 

Finally, Sean stumbled onto a lovely, rustic looking building with large windows and very comfortable looking and sturdy clothes draped on the mannequins. 

As he entered, he got blasted by a strong overly sweet perfume smell. There were colorful lights all over the place that effectively made the otherwise gloomy room dance with life. Every wall was covered in different kinds of clothing.

"Can I help you sir?" a woman at the register poked her head out from behind a clothing rack. 

"Um, yeah," he shuffled for his phone. "Do you have anything kind of like this?"

He pulled up a picture that he had scribbled earlier.

She came over to see it.

"Hmm maybe. Why, convention in town or somethin?"

"Y-yes," he lied, "my friends and I are going as superheroes."

"Nice. Yeah I think we might have something, follow me."

She gestured him to the back of the store where a few different styles of jackets were hanging.

"Anything in particular?" She asked.

"I'm kinda liking this one," he pointed to a bright red bomber jacket hanging on the bottom rack.

"But do you have it in other colors? This one seems a little… loud."

"No. Unfortunately that's our last one."

"Alright." 

Well, there goes inconspicuous, he supposed. But if the shoe fits. Or in this case, the jacket.

"I'll take it."

"Alrighty! Right this way, sir."

A few minutes later left Sean walking out holding a bag with a ridiculously red jacket inside and looking for the next item on his list. 

If he was going to do this, people couldn't see his face. He needed a mask. Unfortunately, the Halloween sales around town had already ended so that wouldn't do and his phone was about to die so he didn't want to risk ordering one online. 

He kept going while he pondered the thought. A few kids ran in front of him, carrying along a very tired looking mom out of a store.

Then it hit him.

Gapkids.

    They have that kind of thing right? He spun on his heel and went in to find out.

This time  there was a tired looking kid at the checkout who was scrolling through his phone. Sean cleared his throat to get his attention. 

"Hm?"

"Hi um, do you guys still have any Halloween stuff left?" Sean plastered on his biggest, politest smile.

"I dunno, check over there," he shrugged, going back to his phone.

"Thanks,"

He went to the clearance section, which was stuffed with old kids clothes and cheap costumes. 

He dug around in the costume bin until he pulled out a bright blue mask. The material was cheap and the strap looked like it was about to break but this was only going to be a temporary fix. 

"Anything else we can do for you today?" The kid asked when Sean came back up.

"Nope! Thank you so much!"

He rung him up.

"Whatever."

Sean exited the store and looked the mask over again. 

    Adrenaline and a newfound excitement rushed through him as he waded through the crowd all around him. Without a second thought, he ducked into a gap between two buildings, nicely tucked away from view.

Making sure he wasn't seen, Sean eagerly snatched the jacket from the bag along with the mask and put them on. The coat was comfy, if a bit gaudy, and the hood covered a fair portion of his face. And with the mask on, half of his face was covered.

"No one will know man," he assured himself. 

His phone started ringing.

Robin? He picked up.

"Yeah?"

"Hey man," Robin sighed, "there's been a delay, it's gonna be a few more hours."

He leaned against the wall.

"Ouch. Any reason why?"

"Yeah, something about the pilot or something. So we're sitting here waiting for a new one."

"That sucks,"

"Yep. Well, I'll call you before we take off, I’ve got an appointment with trash TV right about now."

"Ahaha! Stay safe man."

"Will do. See ya, Sean."

"Bye," *beep!* 

That was odd, but he'd had weirder things happen on planes.

    Okay Sean, you got this.   

    He pocketed his phone and peeked out at the street. People bustling around on their phones, holding bags of goods and groceries. The midday rush had only just started. Nobody would be paying attention!

    He took a deep breath and cleared his head, focusing on a rooftop across the street. He imagined himself on top of it, he willed himself to be. Deep breaths, now. His heartbeat hammered the insides of his skull. His blood pulled him towards the building. He closed his eyes and commanded his body to move. Shocks and pins stabbed all over his body and when his eyes opened up, he had a clear view of the sky. 

"Haha!" He breathed out, looking over the edge onto the street. 

"I did it! Hahaha!"

    He tried again, aiming for a taller building a few blocks away. A prickling sensation crawled up his arms as he again pushed himself to glitch.

Again, Sean opened his eyes and found himself somewhere entirely new.

"Yes!" He cheered. "WOO!"

    He continued hopping from rooftop to rooftop, getting more confident with each bound. And he just kept going, across roads and countrysides until he was well past Brighton.

    His knees were wobbly as he'd burned through all of his energy. He sat down and gulped in the fresh air. It tasted urban, like gasoline trying to hide behind a mask of coffee and tobacco. Completely different from Sean's neighborhood. 

Then it hit him. 

"Where am I?"

    He twisted around, taking in his surroundings. 

A. He had landed on top of a building. A flat house or a dormitory by the looks of it. Grimy gravel covered in trash and cigarette buds at his feet and a broken view of the sky above him.

B. He was definitely in another city, every building was unfamiliar. The air was different and it seemed more alive than Brighton. 

And C. He wasn't alone up here.

    There was a person sitting across from him, leaning against the railing and holding their head in their hands. They hadn't seemed to notice him. They were shaking violently, as if they'd been hurt.

    Oh, um, he wasn't sure what to do. He should back up and leave before they saw him. He couldn't help them anyway. 

"Hey," he said instead. 

They stopped shaking. 

"What," came a soft, scratchy voice.

He stepped closer.

"Are you alright?"

"Y-yeah. I'm fine."

"Are you sure-"

"I said I'm fine!" They snapped before he could finish.

"Woah, okay. 'M sorry," 

For a moment, the only sounds were the cars driving below. 

"Hey, um," he spoke up again, quieter.

"This is gonna sound weird but, um, where are we?"

The distressed person looked up, obviously confused.

"Ex-excuse me?"

"Yeah. Where are we?" He tried again "Kind of lost track of time and just ended up here. 

They sniffled, calming down a bit.

"Thornton Heath, man, you okay?"

"Yeah I'm just… Wait, did you say.." he lumbered over to the edge, overlooking the town.

"That's in Croydon, right? Are you saying we're in Croydon?"

"..Yeah?"

Oh man, he really got off track, didn't he.

"Huh, overshot that one."

He stumbled a bit, his knees growing tired from running.

"Hey, mind if I join you?"

    They thought for a moment, still not sure what was happening. 

Then they sighed and took a swig from a bottle next to them. 

"Go ahead."

"Thanks," he crumbled onto the rocky floor.

They sat in silence together, which left Sean feeling antsy. It was too quiet.

"So," he tried, "what brings you up here?"

They shrugged.

"I dunno. I needed to leave, I guess."

"Leave from where?"

Sean knew he shouldn't have asked, especially when they tensed up like a coil.

 

"I'm sorry," he snapped back, "I shouldn't ask-"

"It's fine man," they stopped him. "Everything's fine. Just happened at the worst possible time and I need to do something but I don't know what to do and I-I-" 

Something in them broke, sending them into tears. They rested their head harshly on his shoulder, soaking it instantly.

"I- I don't know what to do"

In this moment, neither did Sean. He didn't really know how to deal with this sort of thing. Cautiously, he reached a hand over and slowly brought them into an awkward hug.

"I don't think anyone does," he kept his voice quiet.

"That's what makes things interesting."

They held onto him as if they were afraid he was going to disappear.

"Hey. It's going to be alright."

That didn't seem to help. They were still heaving and wheezing. 

"Hey man, what's going on?" He tried instead. 

They let go, sniveling.

"It hurts. It hurts to do anything anymore. It hurts seeing my friends so happy when I'm stuck in the sides like someone at a movie! I can't remember why I moved away, I miss my bed. I can't I- I"

They arched over, dry heaving.

"Woah, woah! Calm down!" 

"I'm sorry," the person choked out. 

"Crying to a complete stranger, that's a new low."

"There's nothing wrong with crying for help, I don't think I'm the right person to go to but that's just about the smartest thing you can do."

They looked up at him, their eyes puffy and Illuminated by the street lights.

"Keeping all of that junk to yourself is like, um, keeping your milk even though it's sour?"

"Heheh," they smiled softly "that makes a weird amount of sense. But what do I do?" 

"Find someone who will listen," he helped them up to their feet. "Two heads are better than one and all that."

They stood there for a bit, both not sure what to say next. The person looked like they were about to start crying again, but they seemed more sure of themselves. It was gonna be alright.

They rushed him into a vice-like hug, nearly crushing the wind out of him.

"Thanks."

"Ow! Hahh, you're welcome, I guess."

They started heading towards the stairwell door, only turning around once.

"Y'know," they said, propping the door open "I feel like I know you from somewhere. Ha-have we met before?"

Sean looked down and saw their Booper Dooper sweater lit up in the road's light. He smiled.

"You know what? I think you have."

    He didn't even wait for them to turn back around for the green sparks to start flaring up. He beamed and gave them a wave goodbye.

It was quite a beautiful sight. A bright light show right on their apartment. And within a moment, the weirdo on the roof disappeared like a ghost. 

They stood there in astonishment and confusion.

"What just happened?"

The jump back took longer than he anticipated. 

The sun had set almost entirely by the time he saw his complex. He sat down on top of the next door building and checked his phone. 

"Hey man, where are you?" He sent

A few seconds passed before the message indicator bubbled up.

"Almost there, just down the road"

And yep, there it was. There came a cab which turned the corner and stopped in front of the building next to him.

Panic rose in Sean as he sent a text saying to come on up.

    He had a clear shot of his room, one last hop. And with a last jolt of determination, he clipped through the walls and landed on his bed.

Without a second thought, Sean peeled off the mask and the jacket, shoving them under his bed.

    Taking one final look around his place, Sean sat and waited for the door to knock.

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Y/N is unbelievably frustrated.

So, fucking, frustrated!

The day had been so delightful, one of the best she’s had in a very long time. Harry had invited her to stay the night on Friday which included Teddy being pouty that Harry was getting to spend the night with her but he wasn’t. So they set up shop with a pallet on the floor in his room, and after a few hours of reading books, tickles, giggles and “How many stars are ups in the skies, Daddy?” along with, “Lots, go to bed Teds,” until Teddy’s snores fill the room. Y/N had been close to sleep herself until she gets a poke and a prod on her side by Harry’s hand and when she was reluctant to move from their makeshift bed (she’d found a comfortable spot), he slid his arms beneath her body and carried her to his bed.

By the time they’d gotten to the bed, she was ready for bed, and she tipped her face into his neck while he rubbed her arm. She had decided that she likes sleeping with Harry much more than she likes sleeping by herself, which is a lot to say for a notorious blanket and bed hog like herself. Even when his non-socked feet were freezing cold and touching against her shins until her body heat warmed him, she fell asleep easy.

She’d been aroused from sleep by gentle kisses and a previously sleep puffy eyed Harry in the glittering glow of sun shining through his window. Though she wouldn’t let him infiltrate her mouth with his tongue, “I’ve got mornin’ breath, you heathen,” he merely giggled and patted her bum, pushing a kiss to her temple, “G’na make brekkie, Love. You can sleep for a little while longer.”

Y/N had shaken her head though, kicked her legs from the blanket with a wide-mouthed yawn that switched into a grunting stretch before she rolled out, “Nuh-uh, m’up,” she grumbled, “Lemme pee, and I’ll help.”

They cooked breakfast together – Harry taught her how to make the eggs fluffy and she showed him the best way to bake cinnamon sugar muffins – and around 8AM, he goes up to wake Teddy. When he comes back down, Teddy is clutching the stuffed bear she had bought him at the zoo, eyes still tired but a big smile on his mouth once he realized Y/N’s still there. He gives outstretched arms towards her and Harry indulged him, and passed him to Y/N’s arms, “Good morning, beautiful,” she cooed at him, slipped her finger into his hand and let him hold onto it tightly, “How’d you sleep?”

“Good,” he murmured, “Still sweepy, though.”

After they all ate, Harry got Teddy ready to go to Maisie’s, told her to make herself comfortable and that he would be back shortly. Which was true – Y/N had just barely gotten out of the shower by the time he’d opened the door back up and he had been greeted by her in a towel, about to bend down into her overnight bag. “Oh!” He startled, covering his eyes, “Sorry, Lovie, I should’ve knocked.”

Y/N laughed, “Harry, this is your room, you don’t have to knock,” she told him.

She hadn’t been quite sure how they’d ended up in his bed, or how Harry had begun fingering her open, getting up to three inside of her and he curled and petted at her spot until she was pulsating and cumming over them, but they had. And she had gotten worked up enough that she decided that she wanted him inside of her right then and there, asking for him to please do it, she’d been more than ready, and she thought she was stretched out enough.

But he wouldn’t fit.

Harry had tried, the fat head budding at her hole but after a moment and her feeling a pinch, Harry looks to her with his brows knitted in concentration and concern, “You’re still too tight, baby,” he murmured, “Hold on.” He slipped back down her body, the broad of his tongue licking up her slit, parting her lips around it and he began again, starting with one finger, escalating to two, then three all while he suckled and nipped and lapped at her already swollen clit. Her legs were parted how he parted them, pushing her knees up towards her chest and outward. He scissors his fingers this time and Y/N feels the burn of herself stretching out for his thick digits, but she was too focused on the wet feeling of his tongue to really pay mind to it.

When Harry crawls back up her body again, Y/N makes him flip over so he was propped up on the headboard, straddling his waist how she had been when she’d grinded on him the first time and with a huffed breath, “Lemme try like this,” and he nodded, his big hands flattened out on her hips. His fingers dug into her skin, dipping into the flesh and holding her tight, helping her as she tried to ease down and yet it still hadn’t been enough – trying to lower and her walls just wouldn’t give.

So that’s how she ended up sat back on his thighs, warding away disgruntled tears as she tried to figure out why she was cursed with the tiniest fucking hole in the world, while he rubbed her thighs gently with the pads of his thumbs.

“It’s okay, sweet girl,” he murmurs gently to her, “We can try a different day.”

“I don’t want to try a different day,” she grumbled petulantly, “I want you in me now.”

His cock twitches between them, a little blurt of precum appearing at the slit, and her pout only deepens, “Sorry,” he murmurs sheepishly but Y/N shakes her head, knuckling at her eye in frustration but scooting backward until she wasn’t straddling his lap anymore. She lowers, her breath ghosting warm over his prick, and his hips buck up unintentionally, “You don’t have to –”

“I want to,” she murmurs, stretching her lips over the tip and sucking him down like she’d grown so fond of doing. The way she sees it, is if she can’t cum herself then she wants to make him cum, even if it means stirring an ache in the jaw. His heady taste still makes her dizzy with want and she pulses around nothing, which only serves to remind her of their dilemma and it drags an inadvertent whiny groan around him. Harry’s hand goes to the back of her head, fingers curling up in her hair and giving a soft tug.

“M’sorry baby, but m’g’na cum if you keep that up.”

“Want you to,” she barely murmurs over his cock, dragging the inner portion of her bottom lip against his frenulum, and he throbs against her palm, then another time against her tongue before a throaty mewl leaves him and he’s cumming. One shot leaving him to lay thick on his belly before she has the chance to tuck the tip into her mouth, feeling him spurt and dribble on her tongue. She likes how he tastes, maybe more than she should, swallowing it down and sucking him dry until his thighs twitch and he tugs at her hair again, a little more insistently than last time.

When she withdraws with a pop, licking around her mouth, and crawling back up his body. He gives a disbelieving puff of a laugh, shaking his head, “Christ, I promise I used to be able to last much longer but there’s something about you that just really – really gets me off.”

“Good,” she pushes a kiss to his lips, all bitten swollen and puffy, “It’d be better if I could just – if I could just get you inside me.”

Harry’s hand draws careful, intricate little circles into the soft skin of her back, her breasts pressed to his chest, “How ‘bout this,” he begins, his voice low and the vibrations of it reverberating throughout her whole being, “I’ll run us a bath, yeah? Get you all nice and relaxed – think you’re getting yourself all too worked up and it’s making it harder for it to happen.” He pats at her bum gently, “Then we’ll try again, okay? Just don’t get so hung up on it, s’making you tense.”

“Fine,” she murmurs, pushing herself up from the warmth of his body, “But if this doesn’t work, m’selling my soul off to the devil and maybe he’ll make it happen.”

Harry snorts through a laugh, “Fuck sake,” he shakes his head, “Never know what’s about to leave your mouth.”

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Harry’s never felt guilty about having a big cock before.

If anything it had always been a bit of a stroke to the ego when he couldn’t fit inside someone right off; that little gasp when the head slides in and their walls stretch to accommodate his size always made him twitch some inside of them. Having them keen and moan about how full they feel and how big he is and how they would never forget how he felt inside of them because he’s hitting spots that they’ve never felt anyone hit before. It was gratifying and something he reveled in and ultimately what drew him to his end.

But with Y/N – god, he feels like shit. Like absolute shit!

He’d never been with a virgin before, so he wasn’t particularly sure what to do, or how to fit in her, or any of it. It’s why he hadn’t fucked her the first night, determined to do some research on how he could slip inside her easier. He had a ton of strawberry lube in his nightside table though when he suggested it she had been convinced that they wouldn’t need it. He was planning on taking his time properly stretching her out with his fingers, for a good hour at least, and even try with a smaller toy to get her ready for it.

And he has to get her to relax, that’s the most important thing, above all. He can see how tense she is when they try, how much she wants it to work, how nervous she is for her first time, and how frustrated she becomes when he isn’t immediately bucking his hips into her. That’s what makes him feel so bad, is because she’s trying so hard and she hates that it isn’t working. She just wants to make him feel good, she’s said it many times, and if she could feel good at the same time then that would be great but it pisses her off that she can’t get him inside of her. And as precious as it is when she’s all huffs and puffs and pouty (it only makes him want to ravish her more), he just wants her happy. Doesn’t want her to feel incompetent in any way because she isn’t and it makes him feel more like the inept.

So he’s thankful when she agrees to him drawing them both a bath and plans on beginning it in there. Makes it toasty and warm, filled with bubbles, and lowered himself inside the steaming water at first beside her, then he drags her into his lap and leans them both back. They rest for some time, just talking, and he can feel her muscles soothe and her body melt against him, even when his hands travel to the inside of her thighs and he begins running his fingers along the length of them. If anything she hiccups on her words but that’s the extent of it, continuing to tell him about a documentary she’d watch on speckled tree frogs.

It’s only when his hand slips up and over her clit softly, the pads of his fingers pressing over the swell of it, and when she stutters over a sharp inhale, “Shh, shh,” he shushes her, kissing the shell of her ear, rolling the button in small little circles, “Just focus on how it feels, baby. Relax and focus on how good I make you feel.”

She nods and he’s pleasantly surprised to feel her stay all melty and mushy with her back to his chest. The only time she even startles is when he slides his finger into her, but it’s only for a moment. She soon relaxes again, and he speaks in gentle coos and hushed murmurs only to encourage it, “That’s my girl,” he curls it up, petting against the soft little spot inside of her and his cock twitches when she a little whimper leaves her, “Does it feel good?”

“Mhm,” she hums, tilting her head back against his shoulder, the water sloshing some around them, “S’good, s’really good.”

“Yeah?” He withdraws his finger only to push a second and he can already feel her walls giving way much easier to them than they had been, “G’na open you up all nice for me, Pet. You jus’ gotta relax for me and let me stretch you out.” He scissors his fingers open, twisting them a little and his other hand swings around to press to her lower belly, feeling it quiver and tremble beneath his palm. The pure, carnal desire that tickles his own cock, filling back up against her bum but he ignores it in favor of sliding a third finger inside of her, his thumb rubbing her clit side to side. After doing this and eating her out several times before he begins to recognize when she starts to hit her peak, her thighs falling open, her breathing beginning to falter.

Though he doesn’t give into those sweet little whimpers that begin to leave her, instead taking his touch away from her completely, ignoring her small, “No, no, no” ‘s when she realizes what he’s doing. He starts stroking her thighs once more, shushing her again, “It’s okay, it’s okay,” pushing more soft kisses to her ear.

When she’s calmed down completely, he does it again. Gets her just before she tips over and then takes away his hand, lets her wiggle and whine until she calms and he touches her again.

And again.

And again.

He’s done it about six times, when she finally flips around, the water sloshing on the sides of the tub and she’s looking a little wrecked, “Harry,” she asks, “What’re you doing t’a me, huh? Why won’t you let me?”

Harry reaches up, petting her cheek with a sudsy thumb, “Greedy thing,” he tuts his tongue, “C’mon.”

He guides her up and out of the tub, dragging off one of the fluffy towels from the warmer rack and rolling it out for her, tucking it around her body and pecking a kiss to the tip of her nose. Only loosely does he wrap the towel around his waist, his hand to the small of her back ushering her towards the room, instructing her to get on the bed. She listens easy, crawling into the bed and letting the towel slip off of her as she flopped down, flipping over so she faced him and Harry splits her thighs open for her. Her pussy looks swollen and wet, messy with her arousal and it makes his mouth water, as he takes three of his fingers, dragging them down her slit and dipping them inside of her with no resistance.

A smile grows on his lips, curling them upward and watching her thighs squeeze around his hand, “Sweet girl,” he pats her thigh, leaning over to the nightstand and pulling open the drawer reaching in for the little bottle, “Think you’re ready for me, but we’re g’na use some lube just in case – wipe that pout off,” he plucks at her bottom lip, “This will just ensure it.”

He clicks the cap open, drizzling the cool liquid over his cock (that had chubbed up all the way by then) and slicking it up and down. Biting down hard on his bottom lip, he says a short prayer that this will be the time as he takes hold of himself and tips his cock down. The head buds at the hole and his toes curl, taking in a deep breath as he pushes forward and watches as her walls stretch around the tip as he begins to sink in. His mouth is hung open, abdomen clenching, “Oh,” it feels good – so fucking good, and he looks up to Y/N who is looking at him, all moony eyes and he leans forward, lowering so that he’s hovering over her body, pausing with just the tip in. As much as he wanted to sink in deep, she’s more important to him than how pleasantly good this feels, “Are you okay, Love?”

She nods, “Yeah, m’okay,” she laughs a little, squeezing around him and he bites back his own whimper, “You’re inside me.”

“Mhm,” he murmurs, “I’m inside.”

“Good,” she grins, and Harry feels his heart swell in his chest, thumping hard as his own smile drags at his lips, “I’m happy.”

Harry kisses her with every inch of himself, slowly pushing in further and Y/N’s walls are giving, letting him inside. As cheesy as it sounded, he’d never felt this amount of love in his body as he’s been in bed with someone and he’d never been happier. Even as he’s pushed all the way in, feeling her pulsate and squeeze around him – the delightful, wonderful, beautiful feeling of her pussy fluttering around him didn’t compare to how amazing it felt to be doing this when he was so in love with her. He feels so connected to her and he’s so happy that they finally can be intimate in this way.

He parts with a soft smack, “Y/N,” he pushes another kiss to the corner of her mouth, “You feel so good.”

She nods, “You do too –” she responds, “It hurts a bit but not bad…s’like a burny kind of feeling but it’s good – could you…would you move?”

“If it hurts at any point you tell me to stop, okay?” He tells her and she hums her assent, drawing back slow and pushing in at the same pace. It felt so good, so so good, and the soft little whimper she makes when his finger goes to her clit and starts to roll it beneath her fingers once again. She squeezes and flutters and moans – Harry feels like he’s going to blow, the first time he pushes in and his balls thwack against her bum. She’s still tight but not to the point that he thinks it would be hurting her and he stays slow, asking her every so often if she needs him slower but she always shakes her head.

Eventually, her fingers dip into his bicep, “Could you go faster, please?”

Harry nearly cums right there.

She’s wet, soaking his cock because he’s stroking against her bump inside of her with each thrust, and it’s starting to make a squelching noise every time he fucks into her. Y/N’s mewling and keening, legs twitching, and he knows she’s about to cum. So he quickens his thumb and he goes faster, and he feels her gushing around him, her thighs squeezing around him tight as she hits her end.

Harry has to slip out fast after that, almost immediately beginning to cum himself when he runs his hand over his shaft. Thick, hot white ropes, again on her stomach, one even extending to her breast; Harry gives a breathless laugh at the fact that he’d already cum and yet he was nutting off like he’d been weeks without it.

By the time he’s finished, he’s breathing heavy, flopping over her body no matter the mess he’d left atop of her, and she wiggles beneath him, “Harry,” she squeaks, “You’re heavy! And you’re g’na get sticky.”

“If I make you sticky, s’only fair I get sticky too,” he tells her decisively, “Though I do believe we’ll need another shower.”

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Y/N’s happy.

And as she’s sitting on the couch, snuggled into Harry’s side, with a fuzzy throw pulled over them, she decides that she’s never been this god damn happy in a very long time.

She’s so, god damn, happy!

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concept;; dragon hybrid!yoongi

dragon hybrid!yoongi + breast care(breast stimulation) feat. body temperature control.

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it was that good ol’ time again. that heavenly time of the month for us ladies. you felt so tender in all places. more precisely your breasts. even putting on a bra made you lightly squirm from the sensitivity. ever since yoongi bred you last season, each period felt like an eternity and caused u to feel sore in ur lower region and breasts. somehow, this only happens in some cycles not all thankfully, and today, had to be that one day you felt super crappy.

you could say it felt like something was jabbing at the milk glands and nudging around the inside of your breasts. to sum everything up, you were swelling.

you didn’t blame him—not at all. well partially. maybe it was mood swings talking but yeah it’s his fault.

yoongi, on the other hand, took notice of this. the change in your scent was the sign that confirmed his theory. you were on ur period. and he also had a theory u were mad at him. why? he was yet to find out.

you were sprawled out under the fluffy comfort of ur blankets. swaddled under the warmth. it was raining outside and u were a human popsicle. and in addition to ur extreme coldness, your breasts abnormally ached like a bitch. you had removed ur bra for ur lil nap so the girls were free and out and about. “baby,” you felt the bed dip, and yoongi came crawling under the covers. “I know you’re awake. you ok?” “my boobs hurt and my nipples are puffy. so no, I’m not ok. It’s your fault I feel this shitty.” he chuckles softly yet dangerously low. alert alert—trouble.

he settles himself behind, spooning u. hands travel upwards, “is there any way I can make it up to you, hm? maybe if i...,” his hand finally stopping at your boob, cupping the plump flesh. you hiss at the sudden contact, icy fingers sketching small circles on the skin, “fuck.”

“tell me what you want, baby. say the word and I’ll make you feel better.” he’s now on top of you, hand still resting on your boob. “shit, your tongue, yoongi. use your tongue.”

he dips his head down, beginning to lay airy kisses around the areola. he stops momentarily, nipping at ur nipple with his teeth before his mouth latches onto said puffy bud, frantically swirling the tip of his tongue over said bud. he’s gentle in manner and mindful of ur current aches. and yet he’s a tease. “what’s the magic word?” he mutters, chilly breath fanning the wet bud. hint; it’s not please.

“ah f-fuck, warm, yoongi.” a cozy sensation envelopes your nipple, so warming and snug. he’s stays latched onto there though, slowly massaging his hot tongue over your nipple. he tends to it with care and a dash of tease. an excellent mix of what makes up yoongi.

he works his way over to the next one, this time taking u by surprise. he alternates between temperatures. he sucks diligently on ur nipple with a frosty tongue as u mewl from the sudden change. a great one, may u add. his fangs come out to play as well. lightly poking at you, grazing the tender skin. if you weren’t so into this and so damn sore, you’d beg him to bite you right here. right now.

he gives it a long lick, lapping around the valley of your breasts and the pretty curves of the mounds. warm and soothing. obscene slurps spilling from his pretty lips as he continues his journey. “shh, love,” he murmurs, mouth full of ur tit, “what do you want now?”

that’s a rhetorical question. he knows exactly what you want. he always seems to pinpoint precisely what you crave for.

hands. his hands. god those skilled hands and gifted fingers. your pussy throbbed by just thinking about them. warm digit circling your engorged clit as his middle finger slipped in and wiggles around before thrusting in with no mercy. it was killing you; this incessant discomfort that needed to be taken care of. yet, for you, this time of the month held a barrier up for any fully intimate actions. but you make do with what you have, right? so having a dragon hybrid for a boyfriend did help in times of desperate need so you were utterly grateful.

the frigid touch of his fingertips brush the erected nipples as he pinches them with curiosity glistening in his darkened eyes. more likely, knowingly of ur reaction. watching as you jolt back into the comfort of the fluffy pillows and whine softly, he proudly(and quite smugly) smirks and resumes to his duties. he thumbs at your nipple, flicking the nub with his fingertip and rubbing it slowly.

he kneads both of your breasts like a master; the comfortably toasty warmth of his hands relieving the remaining ache. those hands could put any massage machine on the market to shame. he’s not harsh yet not boring. he sets an excellent tempo and you’re living for it.

he dives back in, only this time he commenced to suck dainty plum shade bruises all over the top curvature of your breasts. it stings at first as he gradually sucks, he acknowledges this, but the sweets cries of ecstasy leaving your lips just assures him you mind a lil sting.

the shades of purples and light pinks covered the expanse of your chest. in all shapes and sizes. variations of color, too. he was the artist and your chest his canvas. he doing as he pleased. treating the skin kindly, most importantly.

ok rewind back— yoongi’s tongue worked literal wonders; heated muscle flattening on ur boob, the pointy edges of his tongue gently scraping the perky bud. subsequently taking it in his mouth and releasing with a lewd pop. he alternates between the two, going in hot and then cold had your core growing hot. your hand threaded through the auburn locks, “shit, yoon—stop for a b-bit,” you pulled gently on his head, attempting to pry him off you.

oh but lord the look on his face. pink swollen lips, lidded eyes just devouring you whole. god, he looked so fucked out yet like he could go for like three to four rounds. no breaks in between though. when he goes down on you, he shows no mercy.

don’t be fooled though, this man has the stamina of a dozen dragon hybrids combined, within his tiny frame, he holds a lot of strength. no weakling here. all it is is self control, really but if he were not to use a single inch of it, currently you’d be against a window as he hits it from the back because he just adores showing off to your stuck up neighbors. or maybe outside on the balcony, with him sprawled on a patio chair as you ride him vigorously. these are just some of his wild sex scenarios.

right now, he’s just merely restraining himself from fucking on every surface in the house but he’s conscious of your period aches. although, he really doesn’t mind a lil blood mixed with your sweet cum. his senses are sharp, so remember, you’ll always taste sweeter and different to his tastebuds. besides, he’s not embarrassed by it. my boy is a proud man. no kink shaming here.

“you want more, don’t you?”

you’re hesitant. and yoongi’s quick to pick up on this. of course you want more of that sweet mouth of his. of those blessed hands that were sculpted and made entirely by the gods themselves. you wanted them roaming, touring every inch of body. you want it. and badly.

“doll, answer me.”

“yoon—,”

“angel, come on. I know you can do better than that. what’s the correct word?”

“yes, sir.”

— submission

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“Through Hardships to the Stars” - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 - “A Sense of Normality”

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Arataka has always been a dog person at heart, but Soft’s company is just as welcomed.

She didn’t leave Shigeo or Ritsu’s sides until she was certain they were both fast asleep, but immediately after, she crawled out from under the blanket and redoubled her pace once she was in the clear, climbing into Arataka’s lap and knocking her head under his chin like she’d known him her whole life. He’d pet her, she’d settled down, and that’s how they remained.

A glance at his phone tells him that it’s barely past two in the morning. Shigeo has finally settled down into something resembling “sleep”; the fever keeps him restless, but he’s definitely far deeper now than he’s been so far; Arataka keeps vigilant tabs on his fever, not just for Shigeo’s sake, but for Ritsu’s too. He’d made a promise and he’d be damned before he broke it.

He sets his phone off to the side and reaches over Soft to feel Shigeo’s cheek with the back of his hand. He’s still terribly warm and terribly flushed, but he’s asleep enough to not flinch against the touch. Arataka smooths stray, sweat-damp locks of hair out of his face and refreshes the washcloth on his head, before sitting back and letting his hand drift into Soft’s fur again. She nips at his fingers. It doesn’t hurt. When he looks down at her, she lifts her head and meets his eyes with a look he can’t quite put his finger on. He hadn’t many experiences with cats, and Soft is one of a kind.

“You’re worried about them too, huh?” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper, fingers tracing behind her ears, under her chin. “I’m sure they’ll be alright. They’ve made it too far for it to end here.”

Soft purrs her agreement and gnaws on his fingers again. He lets her without knowing why and returns his attention to Shigeo. Once again, like clockwork, he goes through the mental tasks: check his fever, check his response, check the washcloth. Repeat.

The next time he looks at his phone, it’s nearly three in the morning. Soft’s weight and warmth is almost uncomfortable now, but he can’t find it in him to shoo her off. Nor does he want her to leave.

Except, she does get up and move out of his lap. And that’s how he realizes Shigeo is awake.

His eyes are glassy and fever-bright, staring ahead like he doesn't know where he is. Soft slips under the blanket again and curls close to his chest, but Shigeo doesn't react at all.

Arataka moves closer, barely resisting the temptation to reach out. Instead, he murmurs a gentle, “Hey, Shigeo.”

Shigeo starts hard, as though he'd yelled instead of whispered, and this time Arataka does reach out to touch his shoulder. Shigeo flinches again. Their eyes meet. Arataka holds his gaze.

“It's alright, bud, don't strain yourself. You're alright.”

The panic doesn't fade. Not even a little bit. “R—Ritsu—”

“It's okay, he's here, he's right here, okay? Look.”

Shigeo's eyes fall on Ritsu, curled under the blanket barely five inches away, still fast asleep despite Shigeo's rustling.

Beneath his hand, Arataka feels Shigeo's shoulders slacken. The fear floods from his irises, and his eyes slip shut.

“I'm sorry.”

“It's alright,” Arataka assures, squeezing his shoulder. “No, seriously, it's alright. You're sick and exhausted, it's okay.”

“What time is it…?”

Arataka dreads telling him, but doesn't lie. “Late. Or, early, I guess. You should be asleep.”

“Sh-Shouldn't you be asleep too?”

“Nah, it's alright. Don't worry about me, ‘kay? Just rest.”

Shigeo knows why, though. He watches Arataka's face for only a moment longer before he turns away and burrows deeper into the blankets, almost as if he's trying to hide. The next time he speaks, his voice is so small, so quiet, so broken.

“I'm sorry.”

Arataka feels like someone just punched him in the jaw. The words kid, he's just a kid, they're kids flash through his mind's eye, but he pushes them aside for later. He'll deal with his own problems in his own time.

For now,

“Hey, it's okay. Like I said, you're just a little sick right now.” (More than a little, but he doesn't have to know that.) “I wanna look after you, alright?”

“Wouldn't you rather be sleeping?”

“Not really. I've pulled all-nighters before for less important stuff than this. There's nothing else I'd rather do, seriously.”

Shigeo doesn't look at him still. Arataka holds his breath, but in the end, doesn't say anything. He refreshes the washcloth and doesn't miss Shigeo's small, contented sigh of relief when it's returned.

Reigen is right where Ritsu left him last night: seated on the floor at Shigeo's side, eyes somehow wide awake and alert, carrying none of the exhaustion they rightfully should.

Ritsu sits up, blanket slipping from around his shoulders, and Reigen starts for a moment but smiles afterward. His smile is the only exhausted thing about him.

“Mornin’, kiddo.”

“G-Good morning,” Ritsu replies, before brushing some of the sleep from his eyes. “Did—Did you really stay up all night?” He’s only realizing now how selfish that’d been of him, to allow Reigen to do that in his stead. He shouldn’t have made him.

But Reigen doesn’t seem bothered by it. He nods. “‘Course I did,” he says. “I promised I’d look after Shige, didn’t I?”

He still can’t shake it. Memories of Shigeo flood his mind; always staying up later than he should’ve, always carrying dark smudges under his eyes, always exhausted, always pushing himself further than he could go. Ritsu’s hands curl and tremble.

“B-But, I—”

“Hey.” Reigen’s hand reaches his shoulder. He flinches, without meaning to, before settling into it and meeting Reigen’s eyes. Reigen smiles. “I said it’s okay, right? I can handle a few sleepless nights here and there, trust me. But you and your brother really need the rest. Besides, it gave me some time to think.”

Ritsu bites the inside of his cheeks. “You’re… You’re sure?”

“Positive.” And Reigen lets go and sits back, and Ritsu misses the warmth.

“Hi.”

Ritsu and Reigen's heads snap down. Shigeo blinks at them both, tired but awake.

“Hello,” he says again, slightly clearer this time. As though on cue, Soft pokes her head up, too, trilling happily.

“And the gang's all here,” Reigen says, beaming a little brighter. Before Ritsu can even react or ask how Shigeo is feeling, Reigen has reached out and is feeling his forehead. He lets his hand linger for a moment while the silence falls, but withdraws it shortly afterwards. “Well, it’s not much, but I think it definitely went down some. That’s a relief.”

He sits back and Ritsu scoots forward, until his knee nearly touches Shigeo’s shoulder. “How do you feel, Nii-san?”

Shigeo blinks at him a moment before nodding smally and letting his eyes drift shut. “I’m alright. I think—definitely better than last night.”

Ritsu nods wordlessly. A beat passes. Reigen stretches with a groan and hauls himself up to his feet, staggering just a bit before straightening up.

“Well, I’m gonna get breakfast going,” he says, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the kitchen. “Any requests?”

“A-Anything’s fine,” Ritsu says, because he doesn’t know what to say.

“You don’t have to make me anything,” Shigeo murmurs. “I’m not hungry.”

“Okay, well, too bad, because I’m making breakfast or all of us. Just eat what you can, alright? It’ll give your body fuel to work through. Help you recover faster. All that stuff.”

And it’d make Ritsu feel better, too. But he doesn’t say that, because he also doesn’t want to guilt Shigeo into eating more than he can handle.

Shigeo doesn’t respond to Reigen’s prompt, but it doesn’t seem to deter Reigen at all. He’s already begun brainstorming under his breath, taking to the kitchen in long strides. Soft actually leaps and bounds after him, meowing and curious.

“She’s funny,” Ritsu says, watching her tail disappear around the corner behind Reigen. “I’m really glad we found her, Shig—”

He turns back to his brother, and realizes that he’d fallen asleep again. And he doesn’t look nearly as bad as he did that one terrible night, when the icy chill pressed against them from all sides and the fact that they even made it through alive was a miracle, but he still has those circles under his eyes, still has that too-white touch to his skin (all except his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, which are flushed a sickly, feverish red).

Ritsu tugs the blankets up and around his shoulders, tucks them securely around him, and lets him sleep.

Reigen manages to get Shigeo awake and up long enough to eat a little something, but then he’s out again with Soft flopped on top of him and Ritsu on the futon nearby, sitting, knees drawn to his chest. His empty bowl of soup rests on the carpet beside the plastic medical box, and beside that are several bottles of water, some full, some half-empty, and some completely empty.

Ritsu draws in a shaky breath and rests his chin on his knees. Shigeo’s fever isn’t nearly as high now as it’d been (or, that’s what Reigen said, and it doesn’t make sense for him to lie, right?), but the amount of time he’s spent asleep is starting to get to him. Of course he’s glad Shigeo is resting, and god knows he has a lot of rest to catch up on, but Ritsu has never seen him out this much. He’s always been awake, always been tugging Ritsu along, always been mapping out their actions and, by extension, their lives.

He isn’t doing that, now. Can’t do that. And Ritsu is glad he can finally sleep like this, but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t scare him.

The gentle thump of approaching footsteps makes him jump. “Hey, Ritsu, I—”

Reigen hits an invisible wall and stumbles back with a shout. A blue ripple runs from where he’d hit and stretches in a dome around the futon.

“S-Sorry!” Ritsu yelps immediately, and with a snap of his hand, the barrier is gone. “I-I didn’t even realize…”

Reigen waves one hand at him and holds his face with the other. “Don’t worry don’t worry don’t worry, you’re fine,” he says. He lowers the hand from his face, looks down at his fingers. There’s no blood or injury. “Pretty nifty thing, though. What do you call it?”

“A b-barrier,” Ritsu answers, still guilty, but less guilty now that he knows Reigen isn’t hurt. “I-I’m not very good at them yet, but Shige is.”

“So they’re like force fields?” Ritsu nods and Reigen comes to sit beside him, heaving a sigh once he’s off his feet. “That’s pretty cool.”

“You’re… taking all this really well.”

“Taking what well?”

“The whole…” Ritsu squeezes his knees closer. “The whole ‘psychic powers’ thing. You don’t think it’s weird?”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, it’s weird as hell. There’s just more important things I’m focused on instead. Psychic powers don’t matter much, really.”

“You’re…” Ritsu doesn’t know what to think, let alone what to say. “Are—Are you serious?”

“Yep. I mean, it’s no different than people who are geniuses, people who are athletes, or people who talk a lot. It’s just another trait to your person, that’s all.”

“So you—you don’t care that we’re psychics? That doesn’t bother you?”

“I’m more bothered by the fact that you’ve been tracked down and attacked by an organization because of it,” Reigen says, tone thick, eyes staring ahead. “Who cares about psychic powers? You’re kids.”

Ritsu looks away, unsure of what to say to that. He’s seen ‘normal kids’ a lot, all the time, whenever he and Shigeo went out for the day. They’ve always seemed carefree enough. He’s tried to put himself in their shoes, to imagine what life would be if he and Shigeo were born slightly different, but he’s never been able to do it.

“I don’t really know what that means,” he admits finally. “The—The whole ‘kid’ thing. I don’t—really understand.”

Reigen watches his face for a moment. Ritsu can’t read the look on his. A second later, Reigen pushes himself to his feet again.

“Wait here just a second.”

“Oh, ok—okay,” Ritsu stammers, and Reigen spins and disappears around the corner into the hallway. He waits in silence, unmoving. He hears Shigeo’s breath, only somewhat raspy, and Soft is still purring as loud as ever. Ritsu can’t help but be anxious. He still doesn’t know what to call that look on Reigen’s face. It hadn’t looked like anything.

A door clicks shut in the hallway and soon after Reigen returns triumphantly, brandishing what looks like a deck of cards, but slightly different.

“Have you ever played UNO?”

Ritsu shakes his head. Reigen puts on a mock-horrified expression, placing one hand against his chest.

“You’ve never experienced the raw, unbridled glory of UNO?”

Ritsu shakes his head again. Reigen sits by him, shuffling the cards.

“Well, you’re in for something real special, then. I’ll teach you how to play.”

Ritsu scoots closer and Reigen begins dealing out the cards—right up until Soft nuzzles her head into his arm. He turns his head.

“Oh good morning again, Shigeo. Feel up to a quick game?”

Shigeo, for his part, looks equally tired and intrigued. He sits up slowly, looks at the deck of cards in Reigen’s hands.

“UNO?” he asks, brows pinched. Reigen nods enthusiastically, shuffling the cards again without the need for it.

“If you aren’t up to it, don’t worry,” he says, “but we’d love it if you played.”

Shigeo turns to Ritsu for just a moment, long enough for Ritsu to see his tired but relieved eyes, and then he scoots closer until the three of them form something like a circle.

“Sure, I’ll play.”

“Alright!” Reigen goes through the cards one last time, taps them against the futon until they’re lined up correctly, then begins dealing them out. “We all start with seven cards, I think—god, it’s been so long since I played—uhhh yeah let’s just go with seven for now. So, you can look at your cards, but don’t let anyone else see them, and the gameplay goes…”

He explains in great depth and detail, with excitement matched only by an over-enthusiastic sports commentator, and Ritsu and Shigeo listen and drink in every single word.

Getting into it, Arataka is certain that with his experience in the field of cards and games and whatnot, he’d be able to win the majority of the games. Besides, he had strategies in mind, and although he wouldn’t be intentionally trying to defeat the boys, he’d thought it was inevitable.

This is not how it goes.

Actually, it goes the exact opposite, and just as soon as Arataka is finished explaining the game and they finally get into it, he soon realizes that it is he who is being schooled.

Shigeo and Ritsu sit just beside each other, but never peer at the other’s cards. Even so, it’s like they always know what cards would best benefit the other.

“Wild Card,” Arataka says as Ritsu plays it. “What color?”

Ritsu looks at Shigeo, who glances back with the same expression. He has one card remaining.

Ritsu says blue, and Shigeo wins the round. They share a small smile and fist-bump while Arataka laments his failure.

“How do you do that!?” he complains, cards thrown on the floor in front of him. “What part of that expression said ‘blue’!?”

“That’s a good question,” Shigeo says, in a tone of voice that dictates clearly how little he cares. Arataka groans one more time and reshuffles the cards for their next round. Soft flops over on the deck as soon as he hands out the cards; he heaves a long, exaggerated groan, but it elicits a giggle from the boys, so he can’t complain.

The same thing happens, only this time with Shigeo and yellow and Ritsu with UNO. The time after that, the +2 cards stack and stack until Arataka ends up drawing eight, and the +4s are the equivalent of a bombshell wreaking havoc on the city that is the playing field. Arataka never winds up with these cards; Shigeo and Ritsu have them unfairly often.

“Are you sure you aren’t using psychic powers to beat me at my own game?” Arataka questions after his fourth loss; if he can blame his failure on something other than himself, he’ll take it.

Shigeo and Ritsu shake their heads, and Arataka goes on to lose for the fifth time in a row. He blames it on a subconscious use of psychic powers. Logic be damned.

By the time they start the seventh game of the evening, Shigeo’s head has lolled to rest on Ritsu’s shoulder. The exhaustion hasn’t faded from his eyes, but he seems peacefully content, and the two of them play on like nothing had changed.

It’s with the final card of the eighth game that Arataka sets down his stack and claps his hands together. “And with that,” he says, “let’s call it a day.”

“Really?” Ritsu asks; Shigeo gives Arataka the remaining two cards of his hand to be added with the rest of the deck. “What time is it?”

“Dunno,” Arataka says, stuffing the cards unceremoniously in their box with little heed to their security, “but we should still take a break. We can play again tomorrow if you want, alright?”

Shigeo and Ritsu share a small something; one of those expressions that Arataka can’t read, but the two of them can read scarily well. It’s Ritsu who nods at him, and Shigeo who closes his eyes.

“Thanks for playing with us,” Ritsu says. “That was… that was nice.”

Shigeo nods his agreement. Arataka’s chest is both tight and warm, and when he can’t find the right words to say, he smiles, stands, ruffles their hair in turn, and leaves to return the cards.

The night passes uneventfully. Arataka watches over Ritsu and Shigeo for the first several hours, but Shigeo’s fever is no longer on the rise, and he can’t keep pulling all-nighters like this. At this rate he’ll end up burning himself out, and with these kids now under his watch, he can’t afford that.

So he checks over them one last time—tucks a second blanket around their shoulders, pets Soft's head—before turning in for the night.

He leaves the door of his bedroom cracked to let him listen out for the boys, and then he takes a seat at his desk first, flipping through a couple papers for work. Forums for that dying psychic business of his, the rent for the apartment, the rent for the office…

Hell, could he even go back to consulting after everything he's seen? After he's seen the hurts these boys have gone through?

He sighs to himself and leans his elbows on the desk, carding both hands through his hair. It’d never really bothered him before, the conman thing. At least, never in a way that was this up in his face. He hated the part of him that was a liar, the part of him that was selfish, but he’d at least accepted that that was just something he’d have to deal with.

Now there are these kids, actual psychics, eleven and twelve year old children, on the run because of their psychic powers, because of an organization that’s been hunting them since before they could read (can they read? It seems like a stupid thought but maybe he should ask anyway).

And then there’s Shigeo’s rollercoaster of a condition, with high-highs and low-lows, and then there’s a reason why the organization hasn’t tried attacking them here, why they haven’t struck again. And Ritsu is a whole other story, someone who doesn’t have nearly as much control of his powers as Shigeo, someone who just took up the psychic mantle within this past week.

Arataka sinks his head deeper into his hands, elbows digging into the wood of his desk.

“God,” he thinks aloud, curling his fingers into his locks, “what am I doing?”

There’s a lot to sift through. He wishes he’d stayed in the living room, because at least then he’d have things to distract himself with and not wind up lost in his own spiraling thoughts. He’s more than glad the kids are here. He’s so glad they found him, so glad he found them, so glad he can do what he can, so glad they’re safe (at least, for now), but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t overwhelming.

What is he supposed to do? What can he do that’s more than what he’s already doing?

“Mrrrrrpmh?”

Soft trots into the room and hops onto the corner of the desk before he can fully realize her presence. When he doesn’t respond right away, she rubs the side of her cheek against his knuckles, and he can’t help but crack a smile and scratch behind her ears gently.

“What’s up, huh?” he murmurs, leaning his cheek against his opposite hand. “Do you need something?”

She doesn’t answer (not that he’d been exactly expecting her to), and instead flops right on top of the papers on his desk without any care to the world. He exhales sharply through his nose with a smile that doesn’t fade and shakes his head.

“Alright, alright, you win. I’ll go to bed.”

[yourescapetofiction]

The Tides Have Turned-Part 2

A/N:  This is my old work, The Tides Have Turned. It is a complete story that I am reposting on this blog so the work isn’t lost and can be found for those interested :)

Two

Nate’s POV

I couldn’t help but grab her hand, she looked so beautiful drifting off to sleep next to me. I was secretly thrilled when she decided to ride up front with me. It was rare to get any alone time because the entire squad was usually around, which I didn’t really mind we’re all best friends but there is something about her. She had a presence that when she was gone, you missed it.

I continued driving down the highway periodically stealing glances at the sleeping beauty next to me. We had been on the road for a solid few hours by now. I smiled as I felt her snuggle closer and rest her head on my shoulder to get comfortable. We had just passed the sign signaling our entering of Illinois when the guys started getting antsy in the back. “Hey man when are we gonna pull over, I gotta pee” Swazz asked me. “Yeah and I definitely need some road trip snacks” Johnson added. “Calm down J you’ll get your slim jims” I laugh merging over to the right hand lane to get off the exit ramp. I pull over into the rest area and the guys immediately jumped out and ran for the bathrooms and snack stands. I shook my head, “animals” I mutter. I knew it was time to wake y/n up, but I dreaded the inevitable loss of contact.

Y/n POV

My eyes slowly fluttered open as I felt a large hand soothingly rubbing my side.

“Hey baby, wake up” Nate’s voice rang in my ears. “What year is it?” I say rubbing my eyes and stretching a bit. “2015, same as when we left” he chuckled. “You’ve been asleep for hours, we’re at a rest stop” he answered.

“Omg Nate I’m sorry, did I fall asleep on you? How embarrassing…” I blush deeply pulling open the door. I slid down until my feet touched the pavement and the fresh air filled my nostrils. 

“I didn’t mind..” I heard mumbling. “What did you say?” I turned around. “Huh? Nothing” Nate said giving me a weak smile. “Ok well I’m gonna go find the guys and make em’ pay for my snacks” I wink and laugh.

I walked into the rest stop and freshened up in the bathroom. Nate was acting kind of weird, I wonder what’s bugging him. I brushed the thoughts of Nate away and walked over to the guys who were grabbing bags of chips like they were going out of style.

“Hey baby girl!” I felt strong arms wrap around me. “Hey Sammy” I grin and place a kiss on his cheek. He always made everything irrelevant fade away when I was with him. He looked at me and smiled wide, his beautiful eyelashes fluttering as he spoke.

“What do you want? Pick anything, it’s my treat” he said. “Aww Sam, you don’t have to do that. I can pay for my own shit” I laugh. He intertwined his fingers with mine and walked me over to the candy aisle-my favorite.

“Nonsense. My girl isn’t paying for her candy.” He smiled genuinely at me. I picked out what I wanted and we all proceeded to the register to pay. I glanced at Nate and he looked antsy and uncomfortable at Sam’s close contact. I don’t understand, all of the guys have been like this with me for as long as I can remember and it’s never been a problem before.

“Last one to the bus has to sleep on the floor in the hotel tonight!” Johnson screams as he takes off on a tear towards the bus. “Oh come on you guys, you know I’m not a runner!” I pout behind the pack of running guys. “Don’t worry babe I got you!” Gilinsky stopped in front of me and picked me up into a piggy back ride and took off in a full on sprint. I screamed my head off as we swerved past Kenny and Dillon, Jack tossing elbows as he moved.

“Sorry losers!” I taunt and poke my tongue out at them. We make it to the bus in second place, not too shabby. We collapse to the ground out of breath and laughing till it hurt.

“Wait! Who’s last?!” I ask wide eyed to find the sucker that was sleeping on the floor tonight. We all looked around to a pouty Sammy. “Laugh away, I thought you guys were supposed to be my friends” he says sarcastically. “You know we love you Sam” I counter and he sends me a wink. As the boys pile into the back of the bus, I assume my spot next to Nate.

“You having a good time so far?” He asked. “The best time” I grin so hard it makes him bust out laughing. Nate pulls off and continues driving for another couple of hours.

It is soon dusk as the sky is lit with colors of lavender and indigo. It was beautiful, reminiscent of a Van Gogh painting. I sigh contently as the sounds of The Weeknd float through the bus. Everyone takes turns singing a verse giving credit to those who gave it their all. Of course Gilinsky was able to belt the R&B feel flawlessly. It certainly adds to his appeal, girls love him. We cross the state line for Indiana when Nate decides to pull over to a hotel for the night.

The boys remain outside handling our luggage while I go inside to book our rooms. I book two rooms and wait for the friendly guy behind the counter to enter my information.

“You from out of town?” He asks sending me a smile as he types away. “Uh yeah, my friends and I are actually road tripping to New York for the summer” I answer. “That sounds like the life. If I weren’t stuck at work, I’d probably end up joining you” he laughs. Just then, the guys all file into the lobby and saunter over to me. 

I can see the protective looks in the Jacks, Nate, and Sammy’s eyes. “Tough break bud” Gilinsky says curtly while slinking his arm around me. “Jack…” I whisper hinting that he needs to back off. The guy meant well, I knew he was just trying to make conversation. 

“Uh here’s your room keys, enjoy your stay” he nervously says. “Thank you so much” I say kindly. I walk away, Jack’s arm still around me, and I look up at him. “There was no need for that Jack.” “I know, I’m sorry. It’s just guys suck baby girl, and I didn’t want him to try anything on you” he states matter of factly.

“I’ve never seen you like this G” I giggle. “Yeah well you’re our girl, MY girl, I’d do anything to protect you” he says, shooting me a wink at the end. His words caused flutters in my stomach.

“Alright who’s sleeping where?” Dillon’s question interrupted my moment with G. “Well Nash and Cam, and you and Kenny can go in one room” I suggest. “Jack and Jack obviously together, and Nate and Sammy in the other” I continue.

“What about you?” Kenny asked raising a brow. “Oh I don’t know, I-” I begin “Bullshit, she’s coming with us” Nate states.

“Yeah the squad has to stick together” Johnson jokes pulling me into his side.

We all file into our rooms and I get out my pjs and place them on the bed. I desperately needed a shower after being cooped up in that bus all day. 

“Hey guys I’m gonna shower first is that ok?” I question. “Yeah go ahead babe we’ll go after you” Johnson politely offers. “Or we could save water and shower together” Sam says and smirks. “Cool it Samuel” I joke pushing him back onto the bed. “Feisty, just how I like em” he says causing the room to erupt with laughter.

I make my way into the tiny bathroom and run a hot shower. Man it feels good to get cleaned up. I got changed into my pjs when I was done and emerged from the steamy bathroom. The Jacks were already passed out, poor guys. I made my way over to their bed and covered them up, placing Gilinsky up on the pillow as he was laying half off the bed. He grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze “goodnight, love you” he mutters half asleep. I chuckle to myself.

I turn around to see Nate resting against the headboard of the other bed. He was wearing nothing but his boxers and his eyes were droopy from staring at the road all day. God he looked good. He patted the spot next to him and I smile.

“What about Sammy?” I ask. “He’s fine, he’ll sleep on the floor. A bet is a bet, he has to honor that” Nate laughed. “Yeah, yeah. I get the bed with y/n next time though” he laughed. “Goodnight Sam” I state plainly. 

I crawled onto the bed next to Nate, careful not to encroach on his side too much. I’ve shared a bed with the Jacks before when we were growing up, but this was new territory with Nate. I shiver and climb under the blankets.

“Cold?” He asked. “Mhm” I mutter closing my eyes. “Come here lil mama” he extends his arm opening his side up to me. I snuggle in close and drape my arm over his chest. I aimlessly start tracing his tattoos and I hear his breathing become shallow. Maybe I went too far. I tried to sneak a peek at him through the dim lighting of the room and saw he was fast asleep. I place a kiss to his chest and drift off to sleep myself.

- The next morning

I crack my eyes open and check the time on my phone, it’s 5 am-shit. We needed to get up and get back on the road if we wanted to get to New York at a decent hour. I tried to snake my way out of Nate’s grip, but he absent mindedly pulled me back into him when I tried to get up. 

I giggle “Nate,” I say poking him. “Nate wake up we gotta get going” he groaned next to me reluctant to wake up.

“Wake up guys!” I say loudly to get the others to stir. “Ugh why are you doing this to us?” Johnson groaned covering his face with a pillow. “Do you want to get to the beach at a decent hour? Then get up!” I retort. They all grumble but make their way to get dressed and grab some coffee and breakfast from the complimentary set up downstairs.

We embark on our journey, coffee in tow, and start up a game of would you rather. This time I sit in the back with the boys, and Swazz is riding up front with Nate. 

“Alright Johnson, would you rather have a time machine that only goes back in time, or a time machine that only goes forward in time?” Cam asks. “That is like the hardest question everrrrr” Johnson groans. “Fine, forward in time because the past should remain in the past” he answers. Everybody nods their head. “Alright Sammy, would you rather have your body found in a pile of sex toys or found on a pile of drugs?” Johnson asks. We all bust out laughing. “Hmmm, sex toys.” Sam answers barely giving the question any thought. “Eww what the hell Sam?” Kenny pulls a face. “Dude….” Nash starts in before Sam can explain himself. “What?!” He exclaims. “At least sex toys aren’t illegal.” “Yeah but people would wonder what the hell you did to die there” I giggle. My statement caused everyone to laugh.

“Alright y/n, would you rather give Gilinsky a lap dance or go streaking with Cam?” Sam asks me. My eyes widen. Who would ask a lady that? Sam Wilkinson. 

“Omg Sam how am I supposed to answer that?” “Ugh I guess the lap dance, because there is no way I’m streaking.” Gilinsky wiggles his eyebrows at me and I throw a pillow at him. 

“Alright Nate this one’s for you man!” G calls up to Nate. “Oh god, alright. Hit me” Nate responds. “Would you rather sleep with y/n or sleep with a random hookup?” G asks him. I can see Nate’s grip tighten on the steering wheel. Swazz looked back at me uneasy, like he knew something I didn’t. Nate briefly made eye contact with me in the rearview mirror and I was blushing hardcore. Everyone waited with baited breath for his answer. Way to put him on the spot G…

“Dude definitely the hookup” Nate answers. Some of the guys chuckle and slap hands brushing off his comment, but I fell silent. Nate focused back on the road when I heard my phone song with a text message. It was a private message from Johnson.

J😇: I’m so sorry y/n…. 😥 Me: I’m fine J, thanks though. J😇: Gilinsky shouldn’t have asked that. It was an uncomfortable question. I’m sure Nate didn’t mean anything by it. Me: Don’t worry about it. It was just a throw away comment. I love you J ❤️ J😇: I love you too baby girl

I slid my phone back into my pocket and rested my head against the window. The game died off after that and the guys assumed their own conversations but I wasn’t in the mood anymore. I put in my headphones and drowned out the noise. Why was this bugging me so much? It’s just Nate. He’s one of my best friends, I know it didn’t mean anything. Still, I couldn’t quite forget the cold way he rejected the notion of sleeping with me. I was hurt. And now I had to live with this guy for a month in the Hamptons.

[babybluebanshee]

Stuff I’ve had to deal with as a city librarian, mega edition

4/? 

My boss is on vacation, and whenever he does that, a whole bunch of chaotic shit just descends on our heads at once. We don’t know if it’s because he’s not there to nip stuff in the bud or if he just has some kind of calming aura about him that keeps this stuff in check, but we dread whenever he leaves for any extended period of time. 

Since I had a few of these backlogged already, I figured I’d give you guys another glance into the weird-ass world of librarians. 

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- A woman couldn’t access her email, and flew into a rage because she thought were intentionally blocking her from getting in so we could “hack” her. Turns out she was putting a comma between gmail and com instead of a period. She did not apologize for yelling at us.

- A man called the library and I answered. I tried to do my little “thank you for calling the public library” bit, and he cuts me off to ask for “extension 2606″. I told him we didn’t have any extensions and I wasn’t sure what he was talking about. He sighed dramatically, then handed the phone off to someone else, saying, “Can you talk to this dummy?” A woman comes on and gruffly asks if this is Charlotte. I said no, this was the public library. She just said okay and hung up. No apology there either.

- The DAR were scheduled to come in one Saturday, but never showed up. Come the next Saturday, I was walking by one of our meeting rooms, and there’s the DAR inside. Turns out they’d changed the date of their meeting without letting us know, even hanging on to the keyfab that gets you into the building before it opens. When I poked my head into the room to figure out what the heck happened, they gave me a look like I’d personally stepped on all their toes.

- A guy with a huge cowboy aesthetic came in to do a college essay for a comparative religions class, asking for my help in finding some books. I asked him what kind, and he looked around, over his shoulder like he was afraid someone would be listening, then leaned very close to me and whispered, “I don’t wanna offend you, ma’am, but I’m looking for books on paganism.” I thought at first he was joking, but his face was dead serious. 

- A woman brought back ten audio books that were soaked in Dr. Pepper. When I told her that they were wet, she looked me square in the eye, said “yeah”, then walked out. 

- A ten year old boy threatened two girls in my book club because he thought they were making fun of him, saying he “should stab [them] with a knife”. I told my supervisor, who went and talked to the boy’s mom, and apparently all she did was say, “Oh, he’d never do that.”, and went back to whatever she was doing on the computer. I talked to her later and she tried to pin it on violent video games. Needless to say, he has no been back. 

- I was helping a woman in the genealogy room, looked up, and saw a massive bug crawl through her hair. She didn’t seem to notice at all, and it was all I could do not to keep staring. 

- The poor assistant director found three used tampons out in our parking lot. 

- There was some legal kerfuffle a few months back regarding the demolition of a building that wasn’t handled properly. This dude on YouTube (his channel basically consists of him “investigating” things like this, meaning he goes into municipal buildings and harasses the staff, using their irritated reactions as “proof” they’re crooked) made a scene at city hall with the city coordinator. We were terrified all the next day that he was going to show up at the library, especially because it was story time day. He never did, but we still had the fear.

- A woman brought her own DVD (I’m still not sure why), and left it on the copier. I thought it was one of ours and someone had just left it there, and when I picked it up to put it back, she said, “Oh no, that’s mine.” I thought she meant she was going to check it out, so when she came up to pay for some copies she made, I picked it up again and went to scan it. She said, “no, that’s mine!” and it finally clicked that it was her personal DVD. I apologized and explained why I did that, and she said “I can bring in the receipt if you want.” I thought she was joking and said no, I believed her. She left, then came back an hour later, pulled me away from my shelving, just to push the receipt for the DVD in my face and say “I’m not a thief! See, I told you I’m not a thief!” 

- The amount of people who just...don’t seem to understand why we ask for their library cards is staggering. Like, people will come in without their wallets or IDs for whatever reason, and get pissy with us when we tell them we aren’t allowed to check anything out to anyone without their card or driver’s license. Like, we don’t care if you’ve memorized your number or come in all the time. We wouldn’t waste the plastic if we didn’t actually need you to use the damn things. 

- I don’t know what attracts druggies to libraries, but it’s a huge problem. The amount of unidentified pills I’ve found (including in the children’s area) is jarring. One time, the children’s librarian found the finger of a rubbed glove, tied off with something brown inside. We called the police, and it turns out that’s a popular method for transporting heroin. 

- My coworker Allie discovered a child playing out in our parking lot, occasionally jumping out into the road. She asked if his family was around, and he said yes, they were inside at one of the programs. This kid’s family had just let him wander away and into the street. 

- I came in early one morning only to discover a portion of the ceiling in the computer lab had caved in.

- There’s this very sweet Asian lady who doesn’t speak great English who comes in all the time to print off things for her Sunday school class. She asked for help one night, and after the librarian had gotten her situated, the man sitting a few computers away started making hateful, racist comments to her. She even moved to a different bank of computers, and he got up and followed her so he could keep being a dick. The lady only told us after he’d left because she felt that unsafe.

- We had another bed bug problem crop up, involving a completely different person. Guess who had to go pull all the books that we suspected to be infested. I was itchy all night.

- In honor of the 50th anniversary of the Stonewall Riots, I expanded my LGBT history display from a small display case to two large tables. Naturally, bigots have been complaining about it. The worst one has been the couple who thought it was “insulting”, stormed out of the library, and complained to the city coordinator. 

- I had to make a membership for a man with a huge swastika tattoo on his arm. It was all I could do not to jump the desk and claw out his eyes.