#i probably need a tag for this one its making me laugh so hard. also knowing 1111 its gonna make me crazy.

[pilmyeol]

theyre both idiots im obsessed

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Gemini Coven Better Watch Out

kai parker x reader | requested

summary: kai comes back from his sister's with new magic and a new mission

tags: rough kissing, neck kissing, dirty talk, breeding kink, unsafe sex, biting

word count: 2.1k

a/n: biggest apologies for the time it took to fill this!! also, i realize now, i could've done this in headcanon format and probably had it out sooner, but ngl i've kinda wanted to use the scene post-kai taking jo's magic in a work anyway, so it works out lol

Kai comes back from his sister’s with a newfound energy. The recently-merged siphon witch had been feeling ill the last twelve hours, and after wondering what it could be to make him so sick, he decided to seek her advice. Despite hating him for all he’s done, Jo’s still a doctor, and she’s probably the only one that could have any clue how to help him. So Kai went alone, not wanting to freak out Ric with the both of you there, and hoped his sister would take pity on his weakened state.

He barely gets through the doorway before grabbing your shoulders and kissing you passionately. He backs you up to the nearest wall. You can feel his dimples against your skin as he smiles. 

Kai feels healthy again. His strength has obviously returned, and he’s no longer sweating nor coughing up blood. Three different energies seem to swirl about in his blood. You can sense them, a witch yourself, and if he were to siphon you, you bet you’d get dizzy fast. 

His hands explore your body. Fingertips trail down your figure, until determined palms grip your waist. He kisses down your neck, kisses getting sloppier as his lips travel south. For a moment, he pauses, panting against your skin. You giggle, threading your hands through his hair, and take your opportunity to talk. 

“What’s all this for? Feeling better?”

He presses another kiss to your collarbone. “Much.”

“Good. What worked?”

“I needed Jo’s magic for the merge to work properly. Luke as a substitute made me the leader, but it didn’t give me the strength I needed because he wasn’t my twin.”

“She gave it to you?”

“With some convincing. But if she didn’t, I would’ve died, causing the death of the rest of our dumb coven, and all the prison worlds would have collapsed, leading to who knows what kind of destruction. That seemed to convince her.”

“Well, good. Because I can’t have you dying on me. I love you too much for you to leave me.”

He smiles, then kisses again. His teeth lightly graze your neck, and you drop your hands from his hair to his own neck in surprise. 

Kai’s always spurred on by those words, but today, they seem to set a fire in him more than ever. He teases the skin beneath your shirt as he pulls at the fabric. His lips reattach to your neck, kissing and nipping along it as if it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. When you put a hand to his chest, his heart is racing. 

You’re not sure what’s gotten him in such a mood at three in the afternoon, but the more heated he gets, the more you start to burn between your legs. You start to clench them together, fighting the feeling, but he notices quickly with a tsk of the tongue. 

“Ah, ah, ah,” he clicks, then picks you up and tosses you gently onto the couch. 

Kai climbs on top of you as you start to laugh and writhe on the soft material. He’s like an animal that’s captured its prey, but wants to tease it first. A dark look takes over his eyes, contradicting the smile that still rests on his face. His clothed hard makes contact with your bare leg, making you gulp. One look down reveals the wet spot forming under your skirt. He pets it gently, eliciting a moan from you.

He kisses your knee before moving his lips down your inner thigh. Excitement grows, however, so does curiosity. You want him, but you want answers first. Specifically, what happened at his sister’s that’s gotten him so turned on? Is it the volume of magic in his blood? The overwhelming power? Or is it a degradation from her mouth? His need to prove himself in spite of her words?

You open your mouth to ask, but his eyes meet yours as soon as you do. His dark look waivers your confidence. His fingers dig underneath your panties, stimulating your clit with ease. Your breath catches, causing you to squeal. A shiver runs through your body. He positions himself to kiss your lips at the same time he’s touching you. 

Question temporarily forgotten, you capture his face in his hands to kiss him back. He’s rough, still, pulling your bottom lip with his teeth and clutching your side between his nails, but remains gentle on your most sensitive tissue. Kai pries your legs open wider with his own. His hard is desperate against the rough material of his jeans. He rubs it along your leg every time he drops his lips back down to your neck, then up to your face again. The friction gets him panting and you hungry. You ache with a need for him to fill you. His teasing is too much, heating up your body, but neglecting where you need him most. 

“Kai,” you whimper, giving into the need. You can get him to do almost anything you want when you say his name with that tone. The touch-starved man turns to butter for you.

“What’s it, baby? Whatcha need?”

“Need you. Need your-” you reach for him, but your finger tips only graze his stomach. The space between your bodies is closing in as he starts to grind more on your leg. 

“Need me, hm?” He whispers it into your neck, causing another shiver. “Where do you need me?” The two fingers on your clit slip between your folds. You bite your lip and grab at his waist for support. “Need me here?”

As good as it feels, it’s not enough. You whine, squeezing your walls together against his fingers. He gets the hint, but teases you further anyway. 

“No? What about here?” He pushes a little deeper. A bit of smirk graces his face and you resist the urge to brazenly spit up at him. “Not there either?” He clicks his tongue once, as if stumped on where you need him. 

“Kai,” you try again. Your body sweats as you near your high. His name comes out mangled and weak. 

“Ah, I know now. You need my cock, is that right?” Your heart skips a beat at the vulgar term falling from his lips. “That’s it. You want me to fill you up completely. You need me pressed up close as I thrust into you, hm?” You whine more. He removes his fingers from your heat to rub on your clit again. “You want me to make you come, so that I glide so easily in and out of you? So that I can fit you so tightly, you can’t even remember your name?” He licks a stripe up your neck, then nips at your earlobe. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.” Kai pauses, pulling your skirt and panties down to your ankles, then immediately removing his own clothes, too. He holds himself in one hand while using the other to bring you back to the edge. You squeeze your eyes shut, pleasure overwhelming your body. “That’s it, c’mon. You’re doing so well. So close.”

“Kai,” you mutter, feeling him on your leg again. You clench around his fingers, but he lets you this time. Curse words spill from your lips as you reach your high. His name slips in between the strings of profanities, making his heart race a little more each time. He can’t wait to be inside you and fill you up the minute you’re ready. 

“You okay?”

“Mhm.”

“Need a moment?”

“No. I need you.”

He smirks, then positions himself in front of you, teasing your folds with his tip. “That’s my girl.” Kai leans forward to distract you with a kiss as he pushes into you. You moan into his mouth at the feeling, but there’s no pain. He made sure you’d be wet enough, and now, he can be sure you’re comfortable as he has his way with you. “Good?”

 “Yeah.” After a couple starter thrusts, you hook your legs around his waist. “Harder.”

He adjusts just slightly for a deeper angle. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ll fuck you so well your legs will be shaking, how’s that sound?” You giggle with excitement. “Mhm. I’m gonna fill you up, and you’re gonna feel so good. You’ll be dripping by the time I’m done with you. You’d look so beautiful all full and round, and everyone will know what happened and who got you knocked up. You’d be such a good mommy.” Kai pauses, sweat beading on his forehead. You’re not sure what is causing the sudden baby-talk, but you can’t describe the mixed emotions it makes you feel. His tone is full of excitement. His praise makes you feel rich. 

“Kai,” you whine, unsure what to say. 

His focus, though, is clearly elsewhere. “I’m gonna give you a baby, hm? I’m gonna fuck you so well. Fill you up, and stay inside until you’re good and bred, and not gonna pull out til I’m sure it took. How’s that sound?”

You open your mouth to respond, but a deep thrust makes you moan instead. He smiles, entering a pace that suits you both. 

“That’s it, baby. Let go.” His hands hold you still as he buries himself inside your heat. Praises and profanities leave his lips, but your mind is too fuzzy for you to pick them up. You’re close to your high and he knows it, watching the way your breathing gets heavy and your body clenches harder. “C’mon,” he urges, nipping your shoulder again. 

Kai’s vocal and rough most of the time, but never in this way. But ironically, you were just thinking about it’d be like to have a baby with him. You think he’d be a good dad, despite his past; he’d make sure his kid never suffered the way he did. 

“I’m close,” you mutter, spurring him on.

“I know, c’mon. I’m almost there, too.”

A sudden feeling of warmth shoots through your body. A fullness you’ve never felt before. Kai pants against your skin after his own release, but doesn’t slow down until you reach yours. You do, a second later, from the heavenly feeling of his seed inside you. He doesn’t pull out, plugging you up as promised, and revels in the sensation.

For a moment, you stay like that, with his body atop yours and his face buried in your neck. But then you dig your hands in his hair and pull him up to face you. His cheeks are dark red, and a smile brings out his dimples. You bring him in for a kiss, to which he complies, kissing you much more softly than earlier. When you break it off, he rises, sitting up on his knees.

You follow the action, resting your weight on your elbows. You’re still connected, but a little has leaked out from the movement. You watch it, then cock your head at him.

“So what brought this on, huh?”

“Was it too much?” A look of worry overtakes his face, but you reassure him with a shake of your head.

“No, just unexpected. I didn’t know you had that in you. What caused it?”

He hesitates, but then admits what truth he had learned only an hour prior. “Jo’s pregnant.”

You blink in surprise. “What?”

“When she gave me her magic, I could feel it.”

“And that has to do with this… how?”

Upon sensing the new life in his sister’s womb, something spurred within him. Whether it was a need to compete with her - to be the one to produce the coven’s next set of twins - or to prove that he is just as capable of creating and raising a baby, he has no idea. But that moment of realization brought an urge to him immediately. The need to breed you, to make you full, but also, to bring something as definite and permanent into your lives as a baby, to show everyone how much he loves you, that he is capable of love and willing to change. 

A thousand reasons flood his mind, but he isn’t sure how to word any of them. Emotions are still so new to him, it’s a mystery thinking about which ones are appropriate for which situations. 

“I don’t know,” he finally says. 

You understand. Even if he has some idea, he’s clearly not ready to try and explain it. Sometimes, it takes time, but he always reopens the conversation later, when he’s more apt to talk about it. He’s getting much better, the closer you grow. 

“Huh,” you shrug.

He smiles, full of relief. “Huh.”

[chimggukchim]

https://www.tumblr.com/chimggukchim/770049627903901696/but-it-will-not-and-cannot-be-what-it-was-before?source=share

First thing first i saw another anon say this anon is a tkkr who's sneaking in jkk space when i can very well tell anon is just a jkkr who has seen difference in jikook over the chapt2 era. Just because one jkkr doesn't agree with another doesn't mean they HAVE to be from another ship. And Tkkrs don't talk about jkk the way anon talked because it's hard for Tkkrs to even address the things jkk did together Especially GCFT so anon is definitely not a tkkr.

Second idk in which spaces YOU were because the whole jikook tag was clogged with very much negativity during AYS Especially after 1st,2nd ep because everyone was Feeling the difference in the way jk talked to anon because we have never seen them bicker this much after their debut self. over these past few yrs we have seen them very much be sweet towards e/o and not really bicker atleast not to the level of AYS and it was maybe because we never had full hrs of just jkk only so we're seeing their raw self so maybe jkk have been this way towards e/o for long time but we just never got to witness it before and hence why it was kinda shocking for many jkkrs and yes there was very much negativity. talking about how jk said "Jimin is dead" and laughed when jm was sick because some jkkrs didn't like that because they haven't seen jk talk like that etc etc. If you need @ of the blogs who's seen this negativity ask me and I'll definitely provide it in next ask (I'm not doing in this one because I don't wanna disclose their @ to other anons who might attack them).

Yes the 1st ep looked awkward maybe because they haven't hangout together for some time and when they're doing they're in front of cam so they don't know how to act, It happens when you're meeting s/o after some time and haven't exactly planned things you're doing or you haven't thought it thoroughly. They Started loosening up at the end of 2nd ep. And if anyone talks about their physical closeness as why would they be close like that when they are awkward then ITS taekook is good example of that why or how.

anon didn't lie when they said that jk didn't bother showing up for jm anywhere because that's true. he was at hybe for CK most probably saw jm is practicing stopped there and went home exactly like how he showed up at one of hobi's filming during JITB because the set was in hybe. That time jm specifically asked jk to come to show support to him more and jungkook didn't come again. we saw jm's practice BB and jk wasn't there again and when jk asked when was jm's next music show jm also told him that jk has already seen his dance during practice so it's normal to assume the practice was last one. yes he might have came for another practice but given we haven't seen I'll chose not to make up that "he came to the practice again" because if everyone just start assuming things with nothing to back up there's no difference them and Tkkrs.You remembered what jm said what during serendipity recording then how did you forgot what jm said During festa 2022 when jk was whinning about jm not showing him his songs along with other members?? let me tell you jm said "Well i told you, asked you all to come and see me work" so didn't jm give open invitation here to ALL members including jk? so did he go or not? i guess not if we go by the whinning he was doing over jm not showing him his song, we have also seen jk watching jm doing filter practice so I'm sure coming again for jm's other practices or MV sets to "show support" shouldn't be so hard given jk went to dream movie premiere, and a musical of tae's frnds to show support or wtv it was. plus given how jk traveled to Hawaii when tae said he missed jk so the hybe building (hobi saw jm there working as well so the pdogg house wasn't the only place jm worked) and before you wonder how new i am it's my 5th year in the Fandom. not as old as you but old enough to have known all of their contents.

Jimin talked about him talking with jk about music for hrs and said that he'd tell jk what he learned so i think he was talking about the time AFTER they shot in NYC for AYS. jm talked about going to vocal lessons when he was working on muse(in his live) so I'm assuming he talked with jk about music after NYC trip where he also heard "Who" for the very first time. my personal assumption which I'm pretty sure of is that jk wasn't aware of what's going on with jm when he was working on FACE and the live jk did after face dropped was him just catching up with what's jm doing. I mean he didn't even know when jm was doing his music shows etc etc. my personal assumption tho.

There's no need for jkk to lie to us and say "you didn't call me when i was free and i didn't call you when u were free" because they simply could have not said anything rather than lying. I'm definitely not a tkkr who spin their words to fit my narative so I'll take things as it is said to us when I don't see any reason for them to lie to us.

Yes having e/o in military is a comfort for them but I'll ask u if u get an option of enlisting alone OR u can Enlist with ur friend whom you know for a decade now what option would u chose? won't u wanna go with ur frnd if U actually have an option? given the status they have it's obvious more comfort for them that they have their frnd with them so I believe any normal human would chose to go with their frnd than alone with given option. and jkk do have visible tattoes so they obviously have limited options that don't mean they have to go with e/o BUT why not go with ur frnd than go alone? it's very natural doens't have to be "they can't live w/o e/o".

And just like Taekook changed jikook changed as well. many have hard time beliveing it but that's what how atleast some of us see it. have some points to add for this topic as why but it's already too long so I'll stop.

Thank you, anon, for the oh so detailed read.

And for also proving my point that some people on here actually believe that the only times jikook have ever interacted in their entire lives is when they film content for us.

Bravo!

I was going to just leave it at that but I've got some time so why not write more?

Anon not being a tkkr? Yeah, okay. It is true that not all jikookers have the same opinion. Some support, some simply ship and can become very insecure because they don't actually see jikook as two actual people in an actual relationship. But I actually have working braincells and can very easily spot tkkr rhetoric as opposed to insecure jikooker rhetoric. Anon was a tkkr clearly trying to gaslight. I can actually point out very specific phrases used if you'd like.

Jikook have never bickered before AYS? Really?! REALLY?! You stated you're five years into this fandom so my assumption is your consumption of content begins at 2019. Because there is NO WAY that anyone could have seen jikook interactions since 2013, and claimed they have only ever been 'lovey-dovey'.

If there was any awkwardness at the very beginning of filming (which I still have yet to see), do you know why? It's because Jimin and Jungkook DIDN'T HAVE A CLUE WHAT THEY WERE FILMING! They didn't even have a frigging name for the show! To the point that they, along with the staff said on multiple occasions that they didn't even know if this even would be released. Not because they were awkward with each other but because they were just going with the flow for the first time. And as entertainers, they needed to feel out the situation to provide content for us. Guess what? That takes a bit of time.

And your whole essay on JK not being there for Jimin? I'm not even going to go into detail because clearly the only time Jimin and Jungkook interact is when a camera is rolling.

Finally the military thing. You know what would have been more comforting than each other? Being assigned to an area that wasn't the most dangerous and active. And visible tattoos have nothing to do with anything as a lot of persons have posted about. It may have barred them from a select few, but certainly not all other avenues. And Jungkook could have just as easily chosen Taehyung to enlist with. But he didn't. And I hardly think he tossed a coin or that Jimin was the second option. The apparently indigestible fact remains that jikook actively chose each other.

You claim that jikook changed, just like Taekook, and that's just how some of 'you' see it. Fine. Everyone's entitled to their opinion. And I would actually genuinely be interested in those 'whys' you mentioned.

But please, when you do, make sure you can clearly reference from the beginning.

Because I can also do that to show how jikook's relationship has changed over the years. Only, it's not going to be the change you see.

[starryeyedjanai]

words that are hard to swallow

rated: teen | @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: christmas tags: modern au, christmas gifts, birthday gifts, accidental come ons read on ao3

Steve doesn't know what to get for Eddie for Christmas so he finds an Etsy shop that does custom candles where you can choose the scent and the message on the candle.

Steve puts in the order note that he’s getting this for someone that probably likes woodsy scents and that the message can be the seller’s choice.

He doesn't look at it before wrapping it because it gets to him a day late in the mail, on Christmas Eve when everyone is exchanging gifts, and he barely has time to wrap it before he leaves to meet everyone for dinner.

Everyone exchanges gifts around the tree after dinner and Eddie pauses for a really long moment when he gets to Steve's gift and it makes him nervous.

Does he not like the scent? A candle seemed like a generic gift that anyone would like, but maybe Eddie is particular about his scents.

A minute passes and then Eddie leans over to say, “We should probably talk later,” before putting the candle back in its box.

Steve follows Eddie to his place after dinner, wondering the entire time if he somehow mortally offended him and when they get inside, he asks, “Did you not like it?”

Eddie says, “I mean, it was a weird time to give that to me, don't you think?”

Steve is confused. A weird time to give him a candle?

Eddie sees his confusion and says, “You have no idea what it says, do you?”

Steve shakes his head. “I told the Etsy shop to surprise me.”

Eddie laughs. “Oh, you’ll be surprised alright.”

He takes the candle out of the box and turns it around.

It reads Light me when you want a BJ.

Steve is obviously mortified.

When he goes back to it later, the Etsy listing was apparently for “Candles for Him, Husband, Boyfriend, 18+ Messages.” He thought it meant there were over 18 messages to choose from.

He sighs and vows to pay closer attention to the listing next time.

—

The next time he needs a gift for Eddie is his birthday and he really does mean to pick his gift up earlier because he’s known for a while what he wanted to get him. But he lost track of time and then suddenly Eddie’s sending him a reminder about his birthday dinner and Steve still hasn't gotten the gift.

He heads to Target hoping and praying the Lego set Eddie mentioned a few months ago is in stock.

He finds it, luckily, and heads to the card aisle, but he’s pressed for time, so he just grabs one in the birthday section and hopes the message doesn't have anything age specific in it.

The cashier rings him up and places the card face down on the envelope, asking if he wants it in the bag.

He says no and asks if she has a pen because he doesn't have one in his car.

He grabs the pen from her and writes Hope you have a great birthday! on the inside, shoving it into the envelope and into the bag before taking his credit card out of the reader.

He rushes out of the store and is only a few minutes late to dinner.

He tells Eddie he’ll give him his gift at his apartment since he forgot to get a gift bag, so he meets Eddie at his apartment afterwards and brings the Target bag inside.

Eddie is appropriately surprised and happy, wrapping Steve up in a hug when he sees what’s inside the bag.

“You wanna help me put this together?” Eddie asks, and Steve says yes because that’s also part of why he wanted to give it to Eddie here.

They start putting together the set, the Bomber Starfighter, and it takes hours to get even halfway through, so they call it a night and agree to finish it tomorrow.

When Steve shows up a few hours before his shift the next day to finish it, Eddie opens the door with an envelope in his hand—his card must have fallen to the bottom of the bag when they took the Lego set out.

“So I don't know if this was a ‘haha remember the weird candle I accidentally bought’ thing or a come on, but I nearly choked on my coffee this morning when I found this,” Eddie says, letting Steve inside.

“Oh fuck, what does it say?” Steve asks, cringing.

Eddie turns and looks at him. “No fucking way this was an accident. I’d buy that it was a gag card, but there’s no way you picked this up by accident.”

“I was running late and didn't have time to read through the cards in Target. I just went with one that looked plain and simple,” he says.

Eddie hands him the card.

On the front, it says I LOVE YOU FOR YOUR PERSONALITY, BUT THAT D*CK IS A REALLY NICE BONUS.

“Jesus christ,” Steve says. “Why did Target even have this card?”

Eddie snorts. “Either the universe is trying to tell us something or you have supremely bad luck, my friend.”

Steve looks at him and hesitantly says, “Maybe it’s both?”

Eddie looks taken aback. “Yeah?” he asks with a shy smile.

Steve runs a hand through his hair. “I dunno. I was… thinking about it after the last time, with the candle.”

“Thinking about…?” Eddie trails off, looking at Steve's lips, his eyes going dark.

Steve nods, biting his lip.

Eddie takes a step closer and says, “I don't know if you realized, but I lit that candle last night before you got here. It was burning while we were building the Lego set.”

Steve's breath comes a little bit quicker. “I didn't notice that, no.”

“Do you want me to light it again?” Eddie whispers and Steve doesn't even have to think about it before he nods.

They don't end up getting around to building the rest of the Lego set that day.

[cowboyemeritus]

Day 9

Prompt: Voice Kink

Pairing: Copia/Reader

Tags: also pretty self explanatory

Notes: this one's pretty mild - just lovin' on copia after a show, with a little twist

“Spectacular as always, dear.” Copia gives you an appreciative nod as he crosses the threshold of the dressing room and flops himself down on the couch next to you, clearly exhausted. You’ll have to start getting packed up soon, but for now he deserves a moment to decompress.

“Grazie.” He cringes at the scratchiness in his voice, already so severe just minutes after taking his final bow. You perk up a little at the sound. It stirs something inside you can’t quite place. All you know is that you’re intrigued by it.

“Rest day tomorrow,” you point out. It’s actually a travel day, but what you really mean is the he won’t have to exert himself like he does on stage. That’s the closest thing he gets to a rest while on tour, anyway. Poor thing; being a rockstar is hard work.

Copia nods. You can see he’s looking over at the vanity, where a bag of lozenges is resting against a tumbler of water. He’s got an expectant look in his eyes, silently begging you to have mercy and not make him get up just yet. You oblige, rising to your feet to retrieve the provisions. If he wants them, however, he’ll have to humor you first.

“Are we stopping anywhere? Phantom’s obsessed with the idea of seeing the World’s Largest… Anything.” He just shrugs. Bruh. “Or we could cuddle up and watch a movie. Anything in particular you’ve been wanting to see?” You’re careful to ask an open-ended question this time.

“I will have to think about it.” You must be making some sort of face because he raises an eyebrow. “You are giving me the bedroom eyes, amore.”

“What?” You pump as much fake surprise as you can muster into it. “No. I’m just talking to my Papa.” Putting the pieces together, Copia laughs through his nose.

“This?” He asks, a hand coming to his throat. “Really? I need to be resting.” You give him a sly smile, kicking the ground a little. Your hand worms its way into the bag of lozenges, grabbing a small handful.

“I know, but…” You giggle. “I don’t know! It’s sexy. Like how you sound after we fuck all night.” You pause, grabbing the tumbler. “There’s another idea for tomorrow.” The memory of your last marathon, a last hurrah before months on the cramped tour bus, appears in your mind’s eye, setting off a pounding between your legs. Returning to the couch, you hand Copia his water, but elect to withhold the lozenges for now. He looks so tired, probably too tired for your games, but if he has one mortal weakness, it’s you. He takes a sip, letting his head fall back against the couch. With a relived groan he swallows, the life-giving water helping revive him just a little.

“You can turn even the most innocent conversation into something dirty, mia diavoletta.” He spies the medicinal candies still clasped in your hand and gives you a look. It’s not quite pleading, more of a firm request.

“It’s not my fault. You could read out of Leviticus and it would be hot right now.” Copia chuckles.

“Oh yeah?” The expression on his face says get a load of this. “Thou shalt rise up before the hoary head and honor the face of the old man, and fear thy God.” Sitting up, he reaches for your hand, hoping to snatch up the lozenges, but you’re too quick, whipping it behind your back.

“I’ll honor you all you want,” you say, kneeling between his parted legs. Your free hand finds his perfectly-sculpted thigh, giving the firm muscle a squeeze. Copia grunts, already half-hard. “Just keep talking.”

[steddieas-shegoes]

mask on

for @steddie-week prompt 'free space' AND part 3 of the camboy steve series (yes you should read parts 1 and 2 first, but this could be read on its own)

I did also follow the @steddiemicrofic word count 1111 and prompt 'one', but it is not technically a standalone fic so that part was just to see if I could do it (I could but at what psychological cost)

rated e | 1111 words | check ao3 for tags

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Despite the fact that Eddie made more than enough money to pay for Steve’s needs and wants, Steve insisted on making his own money. Being on tour with Eddie definitely made that more difficult, but he found plenty of opportunity while the guys were on stage.

He went to the first couple of shows when he first joined Eddie on tour, watching from the sidelines, but decided he needed to use his time wisely. Now, he sat on the tour bus, using Eddie’s bunk as his recording and photo studio.

He paused live streams for a while because of it, always a little worried someone would interrupt. Plus, Eddie wouldn’t be able to be on them and that just wouldn’t do.

But they were finally stopped in a hotel for one single night, a rarity on the road as Steve had come to learn, and he had an idea.

Eddie insisted he do a live stream, and Steve insisted Eddie be a part of it.

“You can wear a mask and make sure your tattoos are covered. I promise we can be careful,” Steve begged. “I just want your hands on me. I think people will like it.”

So here they were, Eddie in a sort of silly masquerade mask, his leather jacket, and leather fingerless gloves that Steve didn’t even know he owned, camera angled so very little of Eddie would be shown while he did whatever he wanted to Steve.

“Can you behave yourself with others watching us or are you gonna get weird?” Steve asked as he stripped to just his underwear.

“Don’t know what you mean about weird. I can be normal.” Eddie lied.

“Right. Well, try to stay quiet as much as possible so no one recognizes your voice,” Steve continued as he got in position. For once, he didn’t have to worry about turning on the stream or turning it off; Eddie would handle that.

“You’re enjoying being in charge a little too much for someone who won’t be in less than a minute,” Eddie smirked as he ran one finger down Steve’s thigh. “Or did you think I was letting you run the show?”

Steve couldn’t hold back a whimper at Eddie’s tone and soft touch. He thought he knew what was coming, but with Eddie’s possessiveness, he couldn’t really be sure.

“It is myshow.” Steve couldn’t help being just a little bratty. Eddie had been gone all day doing interviews, hence the hotel room, and he missed him.

“We’ll see.”

As soon as the stream started, Steve gave a brief explanation of what was happening, but most of his viewers wanted to get to the good stuff. They’d been waiting a while for another live stream.

Eddie didn’t hesitate to get started once Steve nodded to him. He held his hand up in a small wave, but stayed turned towards Steve as he brought one gloved hand down in a hard smack against his barely spread thighs.

Steve didn’t hold back the moan at the sting of the leather glove against his bare skin.

Eddie didn’t need to say anything for Steve to know exactly what he would say.

One slap wouldn’t be enough, just like one kiss was never enough.

“More,” Steve begged as he parted his thighs more, letting everyone see his already hard cock. “Please.”

Eddie smiled devilishly as he ran both hands up and down his legs, leaving Steve on edge and nearly shaking with want. How did he always do this so quickly?

The leather hitting the same spot as before was almost too much already. Steve glanced down to see red spreading, probably trying to form in the shape of Eddie’s hand. With another couple hits, it just might.

The messages were piling in so quickly, Steve could barely read them, but Eddie had it under control. He slapped his other thigh before stepping away and letting out a laugh at something he saw on the screen.

Eddie wiggled his fingers in front of the camera, then wrapped his hand around Steve’s cock, rougher than he usually was. The leather was surprisingly soft, but his grip wasn’t, and Steve did all he could not to curl into a ball as Eddie’s hand tightened and released.

“They sure do know what you like,” Eddie groaned in his ear as he leaned over him, his hand moving from Steve’s length to pinch his nipple. “But I know better, don’t I?”

Steve nodded, already too overwhelmed to speak.

Eddie taps him once, a silent check-in so he knows if he needs to slow down or stop. Steve taps him back three times for green, for good, for don’t stop.

He slaps his cheek, not nearly as hard as his thigh, just a test, a warning for more. It’s not the first time they’ve done this, but it’s different in front of an audience, even if the audience is through a screen.

The next slap is harder, makes Steve whine as his head turns to the side.

The camera isn’t focused on his face ever, but he knows the viewers can hear the sound of the slap and Steve’s answering noises.

Again, and the other side, and again.

“Spit.” Eddie orders, just when Steve’s pretty sure he’s going to come from just Eddie’s hand on his face.

Steve spits into Eddie’s gloved hand, curious about what his goal is.

Curious if this was a request from someone.

The feel of the leather– now wet with his own spit– against his leaking cock, was new.

“C’mon, angel, gimme one so we can give them a proper show,” Eddie said, voice low and demanding.

And as much as Steve wanted this to last a bit longer, he couldn’t resist giving Eddie what he wanted. He always wanted to please him, even when his job was to please his subscribers right now.

Steve let out a muffled scream as he came, a gloved hand covering his mouth as the other worked him through it, his cum making the glide easier.

“Ruined ‘em,” Steve whined against Eddie’s hand.

“Hm?” Eddie asked as he pulled away.

“Gloves are ruined.”

“Nah, bought them just for this,” Eddie pecked the top of Steve’s head before standing up and looking at the messages pouring in. “Everyone wants another one.”

“Then I guess we better give them one.”

Eddie made him lick his own cum off the glove before he grabbed the lube and slowly worked him open, one finger at a time, until he was stretched enough to take the plug he’d chosen.

As Steve came again, Eddie shut off the stream.

“Mine,” he growled against Steve’s neck.

“Yours.”

[suzukiblu]

Ko-fi thank-you sentences for @bleutwocents; weird Kryptonian bonding.

"I think that's fair," Clark says, mouth quirking in amusement again. Superboy's own mouth is stuffed with chili fries, but he makes an emphatic noise of agreement, nodding firmly. Clark feels an overwhelming urge to knock him ass over teakettle, pin him down, and comb his wild-looking hair into order for him, but should really let him eat first. Also, playing high-altitude tag will probably just make a mess of it again anyway, so maybe after that too.

His kid is so cute. Really. Clark has never seen a kid this cute. Even the kids in ads and commercials and anime aren't this cute.

"You're adorable," he says fondly, and Superboy swallows his mostly-chewed mouthful of chili fries and grins at him.

"Daaaaad!" he laughs protestingly. "I'm not a baby, geez!"

"You're my baby," Clark hums contentedly, ruffling Superboy's unruly curls a bit closer into order after all, which–yeah, okay, he's just immediately become his parents, hasn't he.

At least they're good examples.

Superboy laughs again and ducks away with his share of the chili fries, still grinning.

"Am not!" he says, then sticks out his tongue at him.

"Are so," Clark hums, then clotheslines him into a hug. Superboy elbows him in the gut and attempts to wriggle free for about two seconds, then melts into him completely with a happy purring sound that somehow makes him seem about six times cuter than he already did, which is saying something.

God, he's actually just absolutely precious, isn't he. Clark needs to find such a good place to raise him and introduce him to Ma and Pa and Lois and Jimmy and–

"Are you gonna finish that?" Superboy asks with clear malicious intent, unsubtly attempting to steal his chili fries. Clark lets him but hugs him harder for it in vengeance, and Superboy laughs yet again before dissolving into happy purring as he decimates his way through both of their fry baskets with a very teenage appetite. Clark makes a low rumbling noise he's never made in his life and nuzzles his hair before dropping a kiss into it. Superboy purrs louder in response.

So cute. Clark is going to buy him all the chili fries in the world. Every single one. They're all for his baby now.

"Tag now?" Superboy asks eagerly before Clark can follow through on clearing out this food truck of all its chili fries for him, and Clark hums and kisses his head again, giving him an affectionate crushing as he does.

"Throw out your trash and thank the service worker again first," he says.

"I can't do that when you're hugging me this hard, Dad," Superboy says with a snicker. Clark huffs at that total nonsense and hugs him harder.

"I believe in you, kiddo," he says firmly, and Superboy laughs again. Clark is never going to get sick of hearing him do that, much less of making him do that. Suddenly everything about the existence of dad jokes makes sense.

Superboy balls up their emptied cardboard fry baskets together and tosses them both towards the trashcan, making a triumphant noise when they land directly in it in a perfect arc. Clark smiles helplessly and gives him another affectionate crushing. His kid is so talented. And cute. And strong. And smart. And good.

"Thanks again," Superboy says, grinning sheepishly at the food truck worker as he gives her a little wave. "The fries really were super-good."

"Any time," she says a little faintly, waving back at him.

[trixter-god]

Classical Conditioning

Paring: Bruce Wayne x Logan Howllet

Summery: Logan and Bruce play a game of cat and mouse or is Bat and Wolverine?

Warning/tags: smut, 18+, one shot, mlm, gay, old man yaoi, cursing/profanity, jealousy, crack ship, self indulgent, oral (male receiving), I gave Bruce normal friends

Chapters: 1/1 (completed)

Words: 4572

An: Merry Christmas and happy holidays you filthy animals. Everyone thank MCR for keeping me up long to finish this lmao.

How did he even end up in this situation? That question had become a staple in Logan's everyday life as of late. It certainly didn’t help that he somehow found a home in the worst city on the east coast. Gotham city for all its mysteries and ever rising crime rates was at its core just some shitty new jersey city. Yet only this one kept Logan coming back like he was out of cigar’s needing a nicotine fix. He’d normally blame his old age for making him circle back to old haunts wondering if anything he remembered stayed the same but he’d also be stupid to admit he was sticking around for merely nostalgic reasons. He could still hear Scott’s laugh ringing in his ears thinking about the call he made what felt like forever ago telling Scott he was staying in this hellhole for a bit longer than originally planned only to find increasingly dumber excuses to not head back upstate. No he was here because he somehow found someone who understood him before they even said two words to each other. Someone that he could relate to without having to hide the darker parts of himself. A fact that still made Logan uncomfortable if he thought too hard about it but luckily his thoughts don’t normally linger. Plus he hasn’t made a run for it yet so he assumed this was going well. Logan would never say it out loud because it would make him sound like one of Rouge’s shitty romance novels but he was stuck in Gotham because of a man. A paranoid, stubborn, hypocritical, annoyingly charming, and very pretty man.

Which is why Logan was now sitting at the bar of some overpacked, overpriced club he swore he wasn’t gonna be at. With a dark whisky in one hand and his other digging into the meat of his thigh so as not to leave dents in the dark wood in front of him. The deep crease in his brow and the almost permanent frown on his lips gave out the obvious signs he didn’t want to be here. Though that didn’t stop the occasional drunk girl who was dared by her equally drunk friends to talk to him. Thankfully they were easily shooed away with a raised eyebrow or a firm no to their advances. Not like he wouldn’t be interested if it was any other night he just had a very specific itch he needed to scratch that only could only be done by the only other person in this room who probably had every exit mapped out in his head just in case. He was just about to ask for a new drink when that fucking addictive smell hits him again. Leather, citrus, pine, something else that Logan didn’t know but made the crease in his brow deepen. Sharp brown eyes cut through the crowd of drunks to the vip lounge where sat the reason why Logan was sitting in a hard ass barstool in increasingly uncomfortable jeans.

Bruce Wayne.

Orphan, playboy, millionaire, pain in his ass, and dressed like the fucking Holster store mannequin he was. Sleeves rolled to the elbow accentuating his arms in that dark blue practically see through button down which was unbutton to an outrageous degree. Bruce’s synthetic second skin worked overtime to cover up the miles of scarred and torn flesh that only Logan had memorized like the back of his own hands. Giving anyone with a pair of eyes the view of his tone physique. All tucked into those fucking pants.

Where the fuck did those even come from? Logan wasn’t one for keeping close attention to someone’s fashion choices but he would have definitely remembered tearing those in two. black slacks made from some expensive fabric just tight enough to accentuate what Bruce woke up at unholy hours of the morning to train for. If the place wasn't packed in like sardines Logan would have dragged Gotham’s sworn protector by his perfectly disheveled hair back home to that obnoxiously big bed of his. Finally get to sink his canines into that teasing smell that has been following him the whole night. Just a hint of that disgusting concoction of scents it was over. Logan was hot wired to it like the good hunting dog he was and he wasn’t leaving without his prey. Yet why did it feel like he was the one being hunted?

Bruce was barely listening to whatever the story was being told to the table. He’s been barely participating since that pissed off Canadian took a seat at the bar. Giving a nod or a laugh when it was appropriate but studying the way Logan’s shoulders would tighten when the air vent perfectly positioned above his head would turn on in ten minute cycles knowing with that enhanced sense of smell that Lo possesses could pick him out even in a room full of sweat and alcohol. Bruce normally hated the feeling of being quietly tracked but it was different when he was asking for it. That rush of adrenaline he’d been normally numb too thanks to his nightly escapades now crawled over his skin. The bat did have a reputation of killing the mood. He just wasn't aware how much it had bleed into his personal life. That was probably why Bruce has gotten increasingly attracted to danger over the years and what's more dangerous than willingly being stalked by an apex predator.

It was a simple case of classical conditioning, something that Bruce found increasingly more entertaining even if it was an accident. Who would have known Logan's mutant genes made him more susceptible to being easily persuaded by just a bit of cologne. Now Bruce knows he isn’t absolutely innocent that his instinctually inclined friend seemed to want to jump his bones the moment he got even a single inkling that Bruce was gonna touch that bottle that sat in the back of his bathroom cabinet let alone wear it out anywhere. Sure it was “brucie’s” signature scent and maybe it's the only strong cologne he wears in general but he did have no intention of turning Logan into a Pavlo’s dog experiment. Happy accidents and all that.

A hard glare was shot his way after only five minutes of Logan pretending he wasn’t sitting roughly 13.65 feet away. Not that Bruce cared all that much, Logan can stew at the bar for as long as he wants. He doesn't assume that that will be much longer, coinciding Logan's right hand having been firmly drugged into the thigh of his well-worn jeans for an hour now. Not to mention that prominent vein just peeking out of the collar of his flannel. Wonder how long it would take before Bruce finally got to see it pop.

Now Bruce did ask if he wanted to come out with him tonight. Maybe finally meet the few people he considers his normal friends but no. Logan said he was quite content staying home watching tv and loosely keeping an eye on the kids while Batman was off duty for the evening. Which Bruce was fine with even if he did intentionally rummage in the “what happens in boring school stays in boarding school” section of his closet. Squeezing his now built frame into pants that used to be baggy on him. Getting an ego boost that he could in fact still fit in them yet increasingly more humbled as he struggled to button them for longer than he’d say aloud.

Bruce’s calculated thoughts were broken up by a soft hand against his chest bringing him back to the party he was supposed to be participating in. The semimonthly gathering of his old college friends. Michael, Ben, both his college roommate at Gotham Academy for the five months of pre-med he took before realizing there was no fun in being his father. Michael’s wife Michelle who hasn’t looked up from her phone since they arrived, and Nicole, an old fling of his, highly intelligent woman, sat pressed against his side batting her heavy lidded eyes at him innocently as if her stiletto nails hadn't been not so subtly tracing any portion of his exposed skin all night. He gave a smile that wasn’t meant for her catching the sudden hard scrape of a bar stool from the other side of the room.

Logan can’t tell what’s pissing him off more, the shitty DJ that doesn’t believe in too much base, the cheap ass whiskey he was forcing down that was more bite than burn or the way those famous steel blue eyes catch his glare just long enough to tell him what he already knows. He’s being played like a goddamn fiddle. Actually it was probably that pretty little blonde who’d been hanging off HIS billion dollar baby the whole night. Sitting so close she was practically in Bruce’s lap.

The blonde makes a bold move which makes the glass in Logan’s hand threaten to crack under his grip. Her hand slipped down the front of that deep navy button up, ghosting over the very open front of Bruce’s shirt to get a feel of what Logan’s knows first hand is well trained muscle. Logan bites back the growl that wanted to crawl out of his throat when Bruce— no not Bruce. Brucie cracked a shit eating grin at the bold blonde. Well truly it was a gentle charming smile but Logan knew fucking better.

He should’ve been embarrassed of how fast he succumbed, It was probably a new record honestly, if his brain wasn’t busy imagining the way he wanted to become front page news for Vale’s gossip blog. He could see the headlines now. “Bruce Wayne bent over in front of the crowd” maybe she’d make some shitty pun that he’d have no choice but send it to Wade, that's if that loud mouth wouldn’t already be blowing up his phone with those fucking emoticons that somehow mean something suggestive. Why did he even mention that walking ball of cocaine and cancer? He’s not even here and yet the mere thought killed his very small buzz. Logan rubbing his face before downing the rest of his whisky hoping it would keep him satisfied for now. He had a point to prove. A point he didn’t know but peeled himself out of his favorite recliner to follow Gotham’s Prince downtown to some shit club anyway. Logan gave his head a shake before getting back up, keeping his back to temptation to go sneak a smoke outside.

Bruce gave a pout watching Logan head out the front and not towards him. Looks like Wolverine is finally getting used to his tricks. Bruce noted that for next time already thinking of the needed adjustments.

“What’s wrong Bruce? Is Michael boring you as bad as he is me?” Ben’s voice cut through his thoughts making his pout turn into an awkward smile. Bruce couldn’t even think of an excuse before Michael’s heavy old Gotham accent butted in.

“Oh piss off benny boy, everyone loves my stories.”

“They love your stories all right. Everyone at this table knows that after you took that fist to the face Kevin had to pull you out.” Ben crossed his arms leaning back into his chair. His signature smirk landed on his lips.

“Tomatoes, tomatoes. So I took the first hit. It doesn't matter who actually finished the guy off, we all won.” Micheal tried to wave Ben’s comments off.

“If I remember correctly we all got detention for a month.” Bruce finally found his footing picking up his barely touched glass of champagne. Giving the glass a small swirl in his fingers just keeping busy. “Not to mention you got a concussion.”

“Yeah, but we won. Which reminds me of another story.” Micheal retells some story about his football years. Snapping at the young waitress who was checking another table. Earning him a solid hit in the shoulder by his wife, Michelle, making Ben let out a snort.

“Eyes in the back of her head.” came a much softer voice to his left. Nicole made her quiet presence known with a hand on this thigh looking out in the direction Logan disappeared from. She rested her chin in her hand giving him a knowing glance.

“Who’s the cowboy?” She asked, amused.

Bruce gives her his best shifty eyed confused expression as he made sure no one else was listening. Luckily Ben was too focused on correcting everything that’s coming out of Micheal’s mouth and Michael is just trying to yell over him that they don’t notice. Michell never looked up from her phone.

“What?” Bruce breathed out pretending to be flustered in confusion.

She only narrows her eyes looking him up and down. The woman used to be an analyst; she could smell tension before she knew there was tension. Dangerous skill to have so close to you, one he had even closer at one point in the past. He Should have known better than to date a physiatrist but you live and you learn.

Nichole drums her well kept nails on the top of the table. “Oh please, you’ve been pining all night.” She lowered her voice taking a long sip of her martini.

“He’s a good catch, how’d you get him?”

Bruce chuckled, his eyes couldn’t help but drift over to Logan’s now empty seat at the bar. How did he do it? Bruce remembers how it started, a rather intense argument over something he couldn’t remember that turned into an event that The Hall of Justice had seen before. Yes, those tapes were deleted and yes, it did end up happening again. Far too many times until it evolved into whatever it was now. Too serious to be a fling yet they were far too old to be boyfriends. Maybe partners was the correct word even if it made Bruce feel very old. He didn’t like to linger on a title and Logan ever cared to name it.

“Just picked him up one day, haven’t let him go yet.” He shrugged at the blonde. “I have a problem with picking up strays.” That earned him a small chuckle even though he was serious.

“I understand that.” Nicole tipped her glass to him and he in turn did the same. The soft clink seemed to echo between them.

・・・・・

The night air in Gotham was always cold. Something Logan found oddly comforting about the city. The end of his cigar bloomed in the darkness of the alley as the music from the club thumped quietly through the wall behind his head. He rolled his shoulders back hearing a rare pop from his spine. The tension in his neck released, making a string of repetitive words tumble out of his mouth on instinct. “I'm too old for this.”

He debates with himself again, that urge to leave, another to just throw his patience out the window. Logan watched the smoke disappear from his lips into the dark night around him as the sound of rusty hinges echoed in alleyways. His nose twitched. Leather, citrus, and pine. A dangerous combination and yet he didn’t make a single effort to leave. The sound of expertly polished shoes echoed in the small alley until that smell turned into heat by his side. Logan picked up his head to look over at his… at Bruce. Bruce didn’t return the gesture instead staring off at the door he just snuck out from. How he managed to get away from a crowd without worry was something only he could pull off. The tension was softer than it was inside.

“Does this mean i win?” His voice was rougher than intended as he talked around the cigar on his lips. Logan mentally thanked the cold for that as he took one last puff before snuffing out his cigar against that palm of his hand. That burn was welcomed as the action made the heat beside him scoff. “Got something to say princess or you just gonna play mute?’

Bruce hummed softly in response. If Logan didn’t have such good hearing he would have missed that almost mocking sound. “Thought you didn’t want to come out tonight.” Bruce’s words teased him just an octave higher than normal. That pretty boy persona got harder and harder to slip from when he was being smug. Logan could knock his perfect teeth out right now and not feel bad.

“Changed my mind.” Logan shrugged, pocketing his cigar in for later. “Not that i had much choice” he gave the taller man a well deserved once over. The glow of the moon above mixed with the club’s neon casted the dark knight in a familiar way. It was honestly unfair that one man could look good no matter if he was pretending to be an urban legend or slumping with the first class. Now closer Logan could see that Bruce decided to wear his earrings for the first time in who knows how long. Little black studs glistened in the low light. And was he wearing eyeliner? It was smudged to an unrecognizable degree but it was there. Detailed oriented his bat was, which only solidified that he was set up from the start. Logan ran his tongue against the inside of his cheek as a poor attempted to silence himself but since when has that ever worked. Logan unconsciously leaned closer, his senses burned. “Can't have you walking around like a cheap whore, bub”

The smallest of smirks formed across Bruce’s lips as his eyes dropped to watch that vein in Logan's neck finally pop. Letting out a rare chuckle as he pulled his gaze away shaking his head. “Please, I'm anything but cheap Lo.”

His nickname felt like velvet in winter as it rattled around in the night. It was the same unoriginal name he’s had for years but it alway sounded different from him. It sounded right. If he wasn’t already so stupidly obsessed with that man next to him. Bruce would have caught him off guard just enough to shut him up.

“So you’re a rich whore?” Logan didn’t miss a beat with his comeback as they somehow got even closer.

“Why? Want one?” Bruce countered with a skilled practice. It was instinctual, the joking comment slipped from his lips like a bullet in the chamber even as the shot rang out it left a heavy weight behind.

There was a stand still then, as they stared silently at each other. The sting was pulled so thin between them it didn’t take much for the snap. This time it was Bruce’s callused hands making their way into Logan's hair pulling him into a heated kiss which pulled a deep growl from the other as thick fingers dug into the artificially perfect skin he forced himself to wear in public. Teeth clacked against each other as animal instincts kicked in. Logan took advantage of his strength and pressed that intoxicating smell into the cement wall. Not caring as the noticeable smack of what had to be Bruce’s skull hit the brick. Logan’s knee slotted between Bruce's legs pressing into his harding cock. The whine that slipped his lips was like a well deceived award for having to put up with his well planned torment all night. Reasoning thrown out the window as their bodies gilded messily across each other like horny teenagers practically devouring the other until those dangerous hands tighten in Logan’s hair pulling another growl.

“Fuck, Lo.” Bruce broke the kiss, sucking in the cool night air into his lungs felt like fire. His hips not stopping in their attempts to basically hump Logan’s thigh. His already uncomfortable attire rubbed just right against his cock. Logan wasted no time to dig his canines into his throat. Biting just hard enough to leave an imprint yet he didn’t break skin. Not now anyways.

“What, bub? Ain't this what you wanted?” Logan dragged his teeth over his neck, marking over that pale expanse of his throat. “Huh? Wearing that fucking collone like you don’t know what it dose it me.” His voice was nothing but rasp. Teetering just close enough into Logan's feral territory that Bruce couldn’t help the groan that slipped his lips. “Dressing like fucking sex on legs. Do i even want to know when you got these fucking pants?” To further push his point home Logan hands cupped a fair amount of his ass through the tight fabric. Bruce bucked his hips in retaliation. The friction makes both of them hiss.

“Fucking brat.” Logan spat, grabbing a fist full of Bruce's thin shirt to force him down to his knees. The playboy silently cures his choice in fashion when he feels just how tight his pants pressed back into him. Bruce swears he can hear the stitching against his thighs screaming for help not to mention the actual crack his knees make. He cursed under his breath as hands found Logan’s waist for stability.

His eye flicked from the bulge he was now eye level with to Logan's blown wide pupils. Bruce's hands popped off that obnoxious belt buckle Logan loved to wear with a practice ease acting like he wasn’t the one on his knees. His lips dragged over dented denim making Logan choked out a curse from above. Bruce continued to mouthed Logan through his pants until he felt a hand grab a fist full of his hair tugging a pained moan out of him. Bruce popped off the button of Logan's jeans, unzipping them and pulling him free from his flannel boxers.

Logan’s cock stood proudly now free from its confines. Its reddened head weeped pre-cum from the slit. Bruce smirked, wanting to say something snarky only to look up to meet pleading brown eyes. Okay so maybe he was being too much of an ass all night. Though this was hardly the worst he could have done, still Bruce took the hint and took pity on him. His hand slowly wrapped around the thick base of Logan's cock giving him a couple good strokes. Nuzzling into his hip as he used the leverage to keep Logan from bucking into his hand as he stroked him dry. Not breaking eye contact as Logan's eyes rolled back into his head briefly just from such a touch. The friction makes Logan's head spin just enough to not to complain.

“My poor darling.” Bruce cooed as he pressed a few kisses at the base. Bruce shifted on his knee to straddle Logan's boot so that he could please his own needs.grounding his hips down against worn leather as he nipped at that prominent vein down Logan’s hip, up the underside of his cock.

“Shut up” Logan spat out when Bruce”s tongue flicked the head of his cock before trailing back down the underside only for his hand to replace his mouth again. His hand retreated from Bruce’s hair as his claws fought to make an early appearance.

“Make me” echoed in Logan's ears as his eyes opened in surprise. He stared down at the smuggest person he’ed ever seen on their knees. Logan tried to memorize this exact moment in his very shitty memory. Bruce Wayne on his knees in an open alley, looking at him like a kid during christmas while he stroked his dick actively taunting him. No. Asking him to let go. If Logan believed in a god he'd probably be thanking him right about now.

As Logan's brian took its time to process his request Bruce took no time to wrap his lips around his throbbing cock not stopping into his nose brushed against that tufted of hair against the base. Everything about Logan was thick. His skin, his skull, his fingers but most importantly his dick as it took up most of his mouth. Bruce used his breathing skills to good use not to gag when Logan seemed to finally get the idea bucking into his throat suddenly. Logan’s hand curled back into Bruce’s hair pulling him somehow farther down his cock so he could fuck into the wet heat of his mouth.

“So good baby.” Logan muttered his praises through his teeth.

“Good fucking boy.”

Bruce’s hands dropped to finally free himself from his own pants. Moaning around Logan as he stroked himself to the same hard rhythm that was set in his throat. It didn’t take long for either of them to get close to the breaking point.

“You gonna take it baby? Huh? Be my good fucking boy and take everything i give you?” Bruce was too far lost as he moaned out his agreement. Trying to nod around Logan's brutal trust of his hips into his mouth. “Here it comes baby, here it comes.”

An inhuman noise escapes his lips as Logan’s hips halt suddenly making sure to pull Bruce all the way down around him as he releases down his throat. Bruce followed close behind, spilling out of his fist onto the ground and Logan's boot below. The two of them just stay there for a moment before Bruce finally frees himself with a cough. His lungs felt like they were on fire as he breathed in lungs full of cold air.

“Shit, you okay?” Logan tucked himself back into his pants before kneeling down to Bruce's level.

Bruce nodded between coughs waving it off. “I’m fine. Just forgot to breathe for a second.”

Logan shook his head gently pushing Bruce's now actually messy hair from his face. His eyes now soft and concerned as he gave Bruce a good once over just in case knowing Bruce isn’t one to complain about pain.

“Come here.” Logan muttered pulling Bruce gently into a soft kiss which was pleasantly returned without hesitation. The taste of himself on Bruce's lips didn’t go unmissed.

“You are the worst”

“You love me for it.” Bruce chuckled cupping his jaw, running his thumb across his cheek before pressing another quick kiss to his lips.

“Yeah, I do.” Logan got back to his feet giving Bruce a hand up as they both fixed themselves to be less disheveled. Logan takes another shameless look over Bruce hooking his fingers into one of his belt loops pulling him closer. His voice dropped an octave giving him a weak glare.

“Seriously though, were these fucking pants come from.”

“My first year of college. ” Bruce gave him a little pose looking down at his somehow still intact pants. “I didn’t make it through pre-med but I did party like I was. Honesty impressed they still fit.”

Logan hummed letting him go. “oh, they fit alright.”

Bruce gave him a slap to his arm which Logan overreacted to making Bruce crack a smile. Logan threw an arm over Bruce’s shoulder pulling him down to his height. “Wanna drink? I still have a tab open.”

“You just want me to cover the bill.” Bruce rolled his eyes leaving his grasp to pull open the metal door letting out the loud music spill out into the quiet night for the two of them.

“Promise to repay you when we get home.” Logan smirked, slapping Bruce on the ass as he headed back into the noisy club. Bruce, not too far behind, shakes his head amused as they find two empty seats at the bar.

“Yeah, yeah.”

[juno-of-wonderland]

Monster au: The Hybrid Lord route [ending 1 (part 1)]

warning: the reader for this route has been drawn (just like the previous one) and will be FtM, blood and injury.

List tag: @112-darling, @rain112-darling, @callmedarling112, @mushroomfrog203

You shake your head, letting go of the bad feeling and approach the flower, crouching down and touching the thin yellow petals. A strange noise was made to the left and no matter how fast you were, you couldn't avoid what was coming; a heavy, hard mass hit your face, throwing you backwards. Due to your imbalance, you fell rolling down a ravine, your body colliding with rocks and roots, tearing your clothes and skin. You heard a thud before you fell. Your head was confused, spinning and your vision threatened to go dark. Supporting your hands on the ground, you try to get up, but your body is sore and your face is burning and hurting, your eyes sting with tears, you fall. Before you lose consciousness, you hear screams and more screams, then everything goes black.

…

You opened your eyes, grunting in pain, you turned your body so that you were on your back, looking through the hole you fell through, you realized that it was already day. You cough your nose before slowly getting up, you sit down and look at that giant den, earth, branches, stone, sinister eyes in the darkness, earth and… Your head slowly turned to look at your eyes, damn it, maybe you really did invade someone's den. The sinister green glow didn't leave your direction and you couldn't make out much of anything because it was in the darkest part of that hole. "Uh… yeah… look, I swear I didn't mean to invade your den, something hit me and I fell here" you said to the thing. You heard a snort and then "herbivores" was spoken. First mental note, the creature can talk, second note, it's apparently male, third note, it's full of itself and you don't like it very much, fourth note, probably, almost certainly, it's some carnivore and you need to get out of its sight if you don't want to become dinner. You moved further away from him, dragging your butt on the ground, until your hand touched something delicate. You looked back and it was the dandelion flower! It was a little crushed and had missing petals, but it must still be useful for something. You looked for your bag to put it away, but you didn't see it anywhere on the ground. So, hesitantly, you looked up. There it was, stuck on a branch that you couldn't reach. "You've got to be kidding me," you muttered. Taking the flower and putting it in a large pocket of your pants, you regretted not being able to keep it in a better place. You walked in circles for a few minutes, thinking of ways to get out and always keeping an eye on what was with you in that hole. Your first and only idea was to climb. One hand grabbed a mound of dirt and one foot climbed on another. You managed to climb three sections before the earth crumbled and you fell, swallowing dirt in the process. You spat and tried to get the taste off your tongue. The creature didn't laugh, but you could feel how amused he was with the situation. "I want to see you do better to get out of here," you muttered. Sitting on the floor, you couldn't think of anything else. You just stood there, watching the clouds pass by, comparing them to things you knew. Belatedly, you noticed blood on the floor. It turned your stomach. At noon, that hole looked like an oven, and your prisoner seemed to agree. If his few grumbles were because of that, maybe that's why he's been in the dark since you woke up. You also wanted to go into the shadows, but your instincts told you it was dangerous, and this time you decided it would be better to stay between the light and the darkness.

"Hey," you said in the midst of boredom, and as expected, there was no answer. "Do you own this place or are you trapped here too?" Silence. "Is that blood on the floor yours?" I can help you, I have this” you show the flower “and some other things in my bag to help you” You felt his eyes on your hand, they were intense and contemplative. “At dusk” he said. You were confused, but accepted the strange situation. As soon as night fell, you waited, with your stomach growling loudly, God, you thought you would faint from weakness at any moment. Staring at the emerald eyes that shone in the darkness, you witnessed them come up from the ground, which indicates that the creature had been lying down this whole time. He came out of hiding, getting closer and closer, you could now see his body, all the wounds and his shape, his lion ears and tail, even dirty and injured, he was breathtaking, but as expected, he looked at you like a prince would look at his poor servant. He held out his open palm, you plucked a petal and handed it to him, which made him frown. “That’s not enough,” he said. “It heals more than you can imagine.” “Maybe a human, but not a vampire, could give me that flower or I’d use your blood to get out of here.” Oh, ohhh, that explains why he has to wait until nightfall, but why isn’t he regenerating on his own? Maybe the weapons that wounded him had something in them… do vampires have animal ears? You hesitated, despite the threat, to hand over the flower, it was such a rare item! But you could never get out on your own, you gave the flower and waited for him to be willing and, after healing himself, to take you out of there too. The vampire swallowed the flower whole, you noticed the sand near his feet molding and the wounds accelerating their healing process slightly, he looked at you and you looked back. Suddenly his hands were on your hips and he was close, very close. Before you knew it, you were already out, thrown on the ground, the man standing next to you, just standing in place, then he falls to the ground, unconscious… you wonder what you did to end up in a situation like this.

(part 2)

[zhuoyichenpretty]

ep 24 commentary (brain fried edition)

my head is a little empty after ep 24 tbh!! brain is not braining after all the zyc hurt no comfort (-:

some scattered thoughts here and there, painstakingly corralled like cats out of my vacuous brain and into a list (spoilers):

ZYZ is really emo this episode poor dude like he is having a hard time keeping it together it seems. Every other word out of his mouth is depressing as shit, which is saying a lot considering how depressing he usually is already (': I kind of wanted this episode to pick his brain more, give him room to emote in the aftermath of all that. But it almost feels like the character refuses to be alone, like he might spiral if he has too much time to get in his own head. I'm still so curious to know, though, what he thinks about the state of their promise in light of how far ZYC went trying to save him. “He has us,” ZYZ said to WX. When the time comes, I wonder how he'll reconcile that with what he’s asked of ZYC.

PSJ and Ying Lei bonding! shenanigans! I did laugh thank you guys. Also, not that the team didn't operate separately before, but I really get a sense of how much ZYC held things together with how apparent his absence is. It's obvs heartwarming seeing how hard everyone is working to save him (PSJ especially for me bc I love their mutual tacit trust and respect and all the ways they're alike and different), but ultimately it's still so angsty (':

Kind of love the couple instances where ZYC has been referred to as fragile/weak/of delicate constitution (depending on how you wanna translate it) like that's a very interesting quality to assign to basically the tank of your team. Even if the comments are made facetiously, it just reminds me of how often we witness his mortality, and of course how everything about the styling, aesthetics, and content of the flashbacks to his childhood reinforce a characterization of vulnerability at the very heart of him. I saw someone mention how the Cloud Light Sword responded to ZYC's tears and to that vulnerability rather than brute strength, and I totally agree. I love how this "fragile" characterization plays into the whole fate weapon deal. ZYC's strength is (imo) unconventional, and it is his sensitivity, his compassion, and his deep capacity to feel that the sword acknowledges, resonates with, and empowers. Almost like it protects his tender heart rather than making it something he needs to overcome to get stronger.

One thing I will never get over is how incredibly they styled TJR as baby!Yichen, adult ZYC, and Bingyi. What do you mean this is all from one drama and not three separate productions. Insane. I'm out of my mind with how gorgeous every change in costuming is.

A tangential note is I've seen people mention (paraphrasing very much here) ZYZ's demon form being nicely subtle in its eerie inhumanity and tbh I have a similar feeling even just about human adult ZYC imo. Especially when his hair is down and he's got that thick eyeliner on and we get a close up of his contacts, if you told me from the start that he's half-demon half-human or something I'd believe it. Along the same vein, baby!Yichen reads completely human to me, and Bingyi of course completely demon. Something something the Cloud Light Sword bridges the gap something. This point is unintelligible and not narratively based but I had to make it because I've been thinking "wow ZYC elven" for days now.

Saw a tag about yuanyi getting us through some dark times but man they are PUTTING me through some dark times rn help?/

Been trying to put off talking about the baby Yichen scenes because wow I cried immediately. Well, no, I was like "yay! I love seeing baby Yichen!" and then they crushed me into demon dust lol. And then WX had to tell that absolutely precious story about when she got sick and ZYZ had to go like "actually ZYC was probably lonely as fuck" and yeah that's fine I didn't need my heart anyway.

Ending on this point so I can put a pretty screencap here: There is so much gravity to just the short scene of Bingyi removing his mask and dropping to his knees with that anguished and fatigued expression. TJR's acting is the gift that keeps on giving (me angst).

so sorry if anything here didn't make sense, i currently have the same thousand-mile-stare as Bingyi the more i think about how this all might end and how long I'm gonna have to wait to find out.

[ayyyez]

Please do the firsts with semi eita🥺

A/N: oh yes I adore Semi! Also tagging @loveskitkats because one of your favs. TAGS: firsts, first kiss, making out, first date, first time mentions and descriptions (undercut - not super detailed but there anyway), pre and post timeskip headcanons CHARACTERS: Semi Eita

SEMI EITA

Pre timeskip Semi is more the guy to be asked out than do the asking out. Not in an 'he's got a bunch of fans clammering to do so, so he'll hvae his pick and say yes sort of way.' but more 'he's caught up doing his own thing so he doesn't think to ask people out' way.

He's a kind and caring person despite puting up a more indifferent front. Most of his time and effort goes into volleyball and his teammates. (despite them driving him a little nuts)

So you've got to have the Audacity™ to approach him, flirt and ask him out. And believe me he really finds that attractive. Loves a take charge in the moment, can take care of him back sort of person.

Needs someone to keep him on his toes and keep things interesting - someone a little unpredictable.

Timeskip Semi has a little more confidence in pursuing a romantic side of his life and is more of a flirt. He flirts with most people he finds attractive but he doesn't just ask anyone out. Waits to see if there's the right vibe - doesn't like just dating to date.

So let's say you asked him out. Your First Date would be something you planned during free time, likely during the weekend.

If you ask Semi what he would like to do he would be very diplomatic, letting you have control since you asked but voice 'something casual might be nice.' or offer up going to a food place.

Totally the kind of person to put your own preferences over his own, especially for the first date. To be honest, he's not really up to scratch on what the hot spots are for dates other than food places. Cafes right? That's where he would probably choose.

Ironically, with his teammates, if they were ever to get dates or romantic partners they would come to Semi for advice and he'd have perfect advice. Where to go, what to do, what to say, how to help them realise their feelings. But when it comes to him? Suddenly all that knowledge is lost. What knoweldge?

On the date itself he's a little jittery - though it's hard to tell unless you know him well. Taps his fingers a little on the table (moves to his thighs once he notices you staring at them). Tries hard not to keep flitting his eyes around and just focus on you but his mind is racing all over the place.

After you're on the date for awhile and ordered food he settles down and relaxes. He's never had trouble making converstion and this is no different. Manages to make you laugh effortlessly. Bonus points if you can do it back.

Post timeskip Semi is in the know. He's knows the places and it's effotless to woo you (even when he's not trying). Knows all the delicious dishes, things to recommend and is a little bit more relaxed.

Flirting comes naturally to him. Hes' nervous but plays it off smoothly. Knows how to keep his fingers occupied on his glass, feeling the condensation of his drink slide against them.

His first kiss is something that would happen after a few dates. He is patient. Patience itself. That and he's nervous as hell. He tried to do it once but was so aware of his hands shaking he bailed. Did an awkward laugh to brush it off as somethig else. Totally wasn't going in to kiss you.

Overthinks it for DAYS after that. Plans it out. Not just one plan of action to kiss you either. Plans out numerous scenarios so he's not caught off guard again. He's a cool guy. He wants to seem cool about this. Play it cool Semi.

All things go well until he's smacking his forehead against yours, cringing his nose a little as he goes in for that kiss. So much for the game plan.

You think this would dampen his resolve but its the oppostie. He takes this as his sign to just fuck everything and go for it.

Dives right in after the bumbling forehead smack and goes for your lips. It's a light kiss but with purpose. Then it's another and another.

Why didn't anyone tell him kissing felt this good? Never wants to do anything else.

Once you two are officially dating he'll find any excuse to take you somewhere private and kiss. Then it's making out. God he LOVEs making out.

He also doesn't want to be the only one initiating it to often though. That overthinking comes in. Doesn't want to come off super clingy even though he wants to permanently have his hands glued to your sides exploring. HELP HIM.

Loves a good casual arm slung around you too.

First time with Semi is born of these clingy, touching, wanting more moments.

It's not planned but it's something both of you likely have been thinking about for awhile. Each touch has been lingering longer, each kiss has been pushing deeper.

Then one day one someone asks 'can I touch you more.' There's a nod and clothes start to come off, piece by piece.

It's not a rushed process by any means but there' this sense of built of anticipation that sends a shiver up his spine.

Starts with the two of you lying beside each other, feeling each other out, exploring.

The main event - he has a thing for you being on top. Watching the way you move and grunt and push your forehead against his. He'll match your movements all the way.

All about giving and receiving after care. Cuddles and all.

[vodika-vibes]

hiiii, so i was deep down the rabbit hole a couple days ago and i saw a post of yours talking about which of the clones would mesh well with an ace reader. the two i remember were tup and alpha-17. i was wondering if you could write something where reader is kinda hesitant to tell their new partner because the troopers are kinda intense but they’re super reassuring and it’s very fluffy.

Confession

Summary: You’ve recently started dating Tup, and you know you need to have a conversation with him. You’re just a little anxious about it.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Tup x Reader

Word Count: 1030

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I wasn't sure if you wanted short little drabbles for both Alpha and Tup, or a longer fic with one or the other, so I decided to go with a longer fic with Tup. I hope you don't mind. Also, I hope this is soft and fluffy like you wanted!

“So this is where you live?” Tup asks as he peers around your apartment, taking in the family photos of you with your parents and siblings, the variety of random paintings that you’ve acquired over the years, and the old and unmatched furniture that gives your home a kind of eclectic vibe.

You like it, though you know that it’s not everyone’s cup of tea.

“Yeah,” You say with a nervous smile, ��This is me. I’m the youngest in my family, so when I moved out my siblings and parents and grandparents dumped all of their old furniture on me-”

“I like it. It suits you.” Tup interrupts with a grin.

You narrow your eyes at him, “I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

“It was meant to be one, don’t worry.” Tup wanders over to the corner, where there’s a basket full of toddler toys, “You babysit a lot?”

“My older brother works a lot, and since his wife walked out on them-” You shrug and stoop to grab a stuffed tooka that didn’t make its way into the toybox after the last time you watched the twins, “I offered to help every so often. Mom had a doctors appointment last week, so I got the twins for a couple of hours.”

“It’s nice that you’re willing to help your family.” Tup replies easily.

You shrug awkwardly, “Well, he’s my brother. And the twins are pretty cool, you know, for toddlers.”

He laughs softly, and favors you with a smile that’s so warm and soft that you feel momentarily guilty for what you’re about to say to him. And then you’re annoyed at yourself for feeling guilty.

“You said that there’s something that you needed to tell me?” Tup prompts as he kneels down to pick up some more toys that had fallen out of the chest. “Do you need to reschedule our date for this weekend to watch the twins?”

“No, no. It’s nothing like that.” You reassure, “I’m looking forward to our date this weekend. But there’s something you need to know about me before we do that. And I probably should have told you before hand but-” You trail off with a shrug, “I was worried that you’d run off.”

Tup stares at you, “Alright,” He says slowly, “You have my attention.”

You press your fingers together, and take a deep breath. “I’m asexual.” You blurt out, rather than spewing into the speech that you prepared and obsessed over for the last several days.

Tup blinks at you.

“Um, so, that means that I don’t really feel-”

“I know what it means, cyare.” Tup interrupts gently, absolutely no heat in his voice, and when you chance a glance at him, he’s still watching you with that soft and sweet expression on his face.

“Oh. Right. Of course.”

Tup stands and walks over to you, “Am I allowed to touch you, cyare?”

“Yeah, of course.”

He smiles and his hand comes up to press against your cheek, his calloused fingers rough against your skin, though there was something almost soothing about it too. “Thank you for telling me.” Tup says quietly.

“Yeah, well...it is an important thing for you to know.” You reply.

“It is.” He agrees, “We’ll have to sit down and talk about what hard limits you have at some point-”

“Wait! You’re not breaking up with me?” You blurt.

“...do you want me to?” Tup asks, bewildered.

“No! Of course not! I just...I...normally people-” You trail off, unable to finish your statement, “It’s either a hard breaking point or they think that I’m broken.” You finish lamely, and more than a little bitterly.

“Right...so. First off, I’m a full grown man and I’m more than capable of taking care of my needs on my own,” Tup says dryly, “Second of all, you’re not broken. That’s a disgusting way for anyone to talk about you. It’s not like you picked your sexuality.”

You laugh softly, “You’d be surprised at how often people think differently.”

“Well, I don’t. I’m not going to break up with you over something so easily navigated.” Tup says, “I’m not going to break up with you unless you want to break up. So, I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.”

“I’m glad for it.” You admit quietly.

Tup lightly tugs you into a hug, his arms tight and comforting around you. “I have an idea.”

“Hm?”

“Since I’m already here, how about we have a date night?”

You shift your head on his shoulder to look at him curiously, “Date night?”

“Mm, we can order in and watch a holo.” Tup offers temptingly.

“That does sound very enjoyable,” You murmur thoughtfully, “There’s a place near here that’s really good.”

“I’m filled with good ideas,” Tup brags with a small grin.

“Hm, is that right? Would your brothers agree if I asked them?” You tease.

“No, but that’s because they have horrible taste.” Tup replies.

“Do they?”

“Yep. Have you seen some of their tattoos?”

“Tup...you have a teardrop tattooed on your face.”

“And I look amazing, yes, I know.”

You press your face against his shoulder and dissolve into giggles, “I’m going to go get my datapad so we can order food, you absolutely ridiculous man.”

He grins at you and presses a light kiss to your forehead, “Feeling better, cyare?”

You grin right back at him, “I do. I don’t know why I was so nervous.”

“Because I’m intimidating.” Tup says solemnly, though there’s laughter written on his face.

“Oh, naturally.” You press a quick kiss to his cheek, “If you’re not careful, I’m going to fall in love with you, Tup.”

“Oh good, my evil plan is working.”

You dissolve into laughter again, “If you keep this up I’m not going to be able to order us dinner.” You warn.

“Well, we can’t have that.” Tup cups your face with both of his hands, “Can I kiss you?”

“I’d like that,”

His leans in and brushes his lips across your lips in a ghost of a kiss, and then he laughs into the kiss as you pull him down into a proper kiss. “Impatient.” He chides.

“Yes, I am.”

[thatdeadaquarius]

sleepy-apparition Submitted:

I have to say it, I can not stay silent any longer! Shenhe is one of the best characters for neurodivergent creator.

Just hear me out! Not only is also plagued with feeling like she's stuck between two worlds(being a human that was forced out of society and now has to ingrain herself back into society after living away from it for so long), her way of thinking and speech are perfect for someone who's neurodivergent(she's probably neurodivergent herself). She's VERY direct. You always know what you're gonna get from her. I'd be refreshing, especially after that awkward 'just became friends' stage.

Also Shenhe's like. One of the best bodyguards you could have, in any context. She's SUPER strong and quick, and she, technically, can follow you anywhere. Unlike Ganyu and Cyno(Who have high maintenance jobs) or Xiao(Who has a certain duty stopping him from leaving), there isn't anything keeping her in Liyue. I guess there's the chance of her red ropes breaking...but that's something she's been working hard on since she met the traveler. It's something she can work on with you. Plus, traveling with a partner might be good, for both the you and Shenhe. You get a friend who can protect you, and she also gets afriend, and crowd exposure therapy. Win-win honestly.

I might have put to much effort into this, but I need to talk about Shenhe and your ask box was closed. Your work is amazing by the way! It never fails to make me laugh or smile, so keep it up! You're doing great!

GORGEOUS GORGEOUS WRITING ABOUT GORGEOUS GORGEOUS WOMEN ✨️💙

I love this, tho admittedly im head over heels for any neurodivergent content in sagau/genshin ever <33

THANKS FOR BLESSING MY EYES FIRST WITH THIS, it was an amazing read

You guys are always welcome to send in writing blurbs or any brainrot ur having, I love to hear it!! /gen :)

Btw, if ur wondering where ive been for the past week or so, ive been working on the one shot for Eldritch AU!

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⚠️WARNING talk of Covid/Sickness below!⚠️

...that and I got Covid 💀

My roommate brought it back with them when they came home,, last friday? I think

And i ended up getting a nasty fever on and off for 2 days straight

Im almost recovered now! Just a stuffy nose and no taste buds :'(

Which has been the most upsetting part i can BARELY taste anything

My sense of taste yesterday was the most there its been since i got knocked out last week, and even then it was at 1/4 rlly of the way there

Now im back to eating textures 😭

Been like this for 4 days now that im doing better/more cleared up its so unfair D;

Anyway, srry abt the complaining, just wanted to let u guys know whats up!!

Let me know if u got any getting taste back tricks 🥲

THANK U AGAIN FOR THIS.

Im serious this made my day to see <3333 😭

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Safe Travels Sleepy,

💀♒️

tbh i thought abt tagging beloveds so they could see this, but i didnt write it so i didnt wanna tag lmao

[streets-in-paradise]

Hope - Clay Miller x Reader

Friday 13th (2009) Oneshot

Warnings: Some cringy dialogue ( let's face it,the group are all cringy stereotypes lol). Allusions to Jason's story and some grim warnings regarding him. I'm also expanding the new rule introduced in the 2009 film, where sense of familiarity with his past not only distracted him but also made him spare a life for a while.

Summary: You are the only person who has given Clay any hope on the desperate search for his sister. Unlike most of the locals he had approached, some mysterious reason keeps you convinced that she could still be alive and on this determination you join forces with him.

Nobody else seems to mind about it and when the blatant disrespect from a tourist really pisses you off, you stand up for Clay giving him a frightening show exposing why he should care.

Tags: @drum-bot-brian

It was weird for Clay to find a self presented volunteer when the entire community was ignoring him, but when you approached him with the missing poster in hand offering your help he felt slightly relieved. At least he wasn’t completely alone and although you were a bit odd, you had a strong will to support him. Looking at Whitney’s picture, you simply stated that she looked like a sweet girl and that could possibly mean she could still be around. When asked about it, you acted as if some intuition based on practical knowledge would be telling you that. You wouldn’t tell him why, but you were convinced that she was still to be found. 

Of course, it was not going to be easy and the shitty attitudes you would find in the way were unnerving. The handsome, soft tempered boy you were following had the patience of a saint, but you wouldn’t stand it. The tone deaf blond guy at the gas station was the moment when you knew you had enough. 

After a very brief argument Clay was just going to leave, but you had other plans.  

“ He will wreck you.” You casually told the stranger in a sinister tone. “ Mock us while you still can, blondie. I believe his sister has a chance ... You? Not so much."

Everyone was weirded, but he thought you were just looking for a fight. 

“ Yeah, I don’t think so.” Was his self satisfying reply. “ You, him and who else?” 

It made you chuckle and you struggled for it not to turn into a full loud cackle.  

“ You aren’t from here, aren’t you? " You followed, giving a few steps closer to him with a weirdly intimidating demeanor. “ People don’t get to be jerks here and walk out harmless, the forest has eyes and its guardian loathes people like you the most..”

The asshole clearly didn't get to fully comprehend the meaning of your words. Still, you managed to creep him and his girlfriend, what was enough vengeance for you. The most inmediate reaction you obtained for Clay was a bit of hard to hide laughing, probably thinking that you were just messing with the guy, but he did capture some underneath intentionality in your strange warning.

He trully thought it was a joke, untill he later referenced it again in a lighter note and your face let him know it wasn't a funny little scheme he should feel thankfull for.

" You don't have to thank me, it's all real. " You cutted him off. " Weird things happen arround here, the kind that nobody would believe. People go missing to never be found and we pretend is not our problem … I need to help you because i really like you and you HAVE to get out from here as soon as possible. "

Your hand was shaking and he held it as as a reassuring gesture before inviting you to continue.

" If you know anything that could make this easier, please share it. "

Your soft look adquired a glimpse of skepticism.

" It doesn't matter. Even if i try to explain you, it would be impossible to make you understand. One does not believe it untill you see it and very few survive to tell the tale. "

He smiled and you couldn't help to internally melt to the softness in his expression.

" I promise i will believe you. Or at least I will do my best, anything that may help me understand would be amazing ríght now. "

The indirectly mocking tone in the last part made you smile back, then you swallowed hard ríght before starting your tale.

" To many persons he can mean different things, but I see him as a guardian of the forest. Not necesarily of the enviromental care type, but we know he hunts down people for doing stupid shit. It's a sort of local legend: a bullied kid who died back in the old summer camp and now remains as an undead watcher of the area. Legend says that once triggered he can't be stopped, but i believe different and that's why i feel your sister could be alive. "

He wasn't getting it, but kept himself loyal to the promise and didn't question you. His guess was in myth and reality mixing up to end up covering the activity of a serial killer whose victims were attributed to the legend by the locals.

One way or another, it wasn't the hopefull take he once expected.

" What made you think that? Besides from an obvious bias coming from your interest in me."

You felt a bit embarrased, but it didn't ruined your disposition to continue.

" I believe he is capable of sparing a life only when coming across things he finds familar. I saw it happening with my own two eyes. "

It wasn't easy, but you had to tell him the truth.

" Back in highschool I wanted so badly to belong, to feel how was like to be a part of something. I was hanging out with people who just wanted to make fun of me, fooling myself into believing someday i could be friends. "

You began to cry, pausing for an instant untill the sobbing would be slow enough to allow you finish.

" … They are gone and i'm still here. Common sense would be thinking i just hid myself well, i fooled him. I didn't, i can't help thinking he just pretended not to spot me. The pathetic, lonely, bullied looser must have have hitted close to home. "

You hugged him out of sudden and he didn't protest about it. Of all the weird things you said, he only understood you were admitting to be the only survivor of a massacre.

" Your sister seems like a lovely girl. If i'm still breathing, you can count there is hope for her. "

He had no words that could possibly express any processing of what you just told him, but trully appreciated the deep comfort of your embrace.

[filthyfluffyfantasies]

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: a/b/o dynamics a little less subtly -read, poorly, hinted at by writer, use of pet names ( little one, pretty little thing, etc), hints at a breeding kink / knotting is mentioned, mate marks/biting, p in v sex - unprotected, fuck or die trope -also probably v. poorly written, dominant!Eddie, but make it soft and gentle. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt seventeen - a/b/o ( told in two parts )

character | fandom - alpha!werewolf!eddie munson | stranger things

reader | original character - female reader, omega & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 2k.

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . eddie's taken you back to his cabin to keep you safe. when you slip into the throes of heat fever, it just might turn into a fuck or die situation but sweeter/gentler...✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

❝ Sweetheart...❞ Eddie’s husky laugh rouses you from a feverish sleep. You whimper quietly, everything aches and you're so damn hot you feel like at any second you'll burst into flames. He's sitting at the edge of the bed, one arm over your body partially caging you in. ❝There ya go. Good girl. Open those pretty eyes f' me.❞ he coaxes as you start to wake up a little better. 

The hearty scent of home cooked stew hangs heavy in the air and for just a second, your hunger competes with the burning desire you feel towards your newly found Alpha. I-I.. I need him closer, you think to yourself, surprised when the thought unspoken is answered by Eddie gingerly pulling back the scratchy olive colored blanket he placed over your body before leaving. As he arranges himself next to you, he chuckles quietly.

❝ Your mind..its uh..kinda loud, sweetheart.❞ he explains as he lets you settle in next to him.

❝ Oh. I,uh..I'm sorry.❞ you apologize and he chuckles again. ❝ Don't apologize, angel.❞ he smiles at you.

Long, thin fingers skim over your sides as he nuzzles his nose against your neck. Inhaling slow and deep. Your scent is enough to bowl him over, he's just barely holding on to restraint. Sharp fangs prick at his gums, begging to come out. 

When he groans against your neck and pulls you into him even closer, you make the cutest little filthy sound for him.

❝Wanna mark you, little one.❞ he murmurs, soft as silk and rough as gravel against your soft, hot skin. His hips snap against you and as soon as you feel the way his cock pushes and pulses, straining against dark denim, you moan. Rock yourself right back against him and the way he's still growing, still getting hard. ❝ So do it.❞ you gasp out, breathy little sighs that hang in the air between you both. He chuckles. ❝ I could. I could do it, easy.❞ he's pushed you flat against the bed and settled himself over you, his torso keeping your legs spread. And the sight of the slick as it gushes down your thighs, that has him growling all over again as a thick tongue drags over plush and dark pink lips. ❝ If I do this,❞ he locks eyes with you, doe eyes take on a somber cast, ❝ You’re mine. All mine.❞

❝ I-I..❞ you're begging, you arch yourself up into him, grabbing his strong jaw to make him look down at you, ❝ I wanna be yours.❞ and he laughs, shakes his head. ❝ You barely know me, sweetheart. And I got nothin t' offer. I'm an alpha with no pack.❞

❝ I don't care. I belong to you.❞ you insist, rubbing yourself against him more urgently. You're so needy, so responsive. Dripping so bad already that there's a huge puddle pooling beneath you. You're showing him your neck, a sign you’re willing -and ready,more than ready, to submit yourself, give yourself to him.Doe eyes train on the soft skin revealed to him. Taunting him.

His fangs push through. ❝ This might sting a little, doll.❞ he mutters, smooth as silk against the shell of your ear as his tongue drags hot against your racing pulse, ❝ But I’m gonna take real good care of you, I swear to Ozzy..❞ and his fangs sink into your neck, piercing your skin. Marking his territory for the world to see. He growls, thrust completely into the throe of rut as he rocks himself against you and when he pulls away to admire his handiwork, you whine in need, missing the rush of the bond, craving the flood of intimacy, the connection you felt as he marked you his own.

❝ Sweetheart..❞ he pauses, begins to protest as soon as the reality of the situation settles over him, breathless and helpless; still rutting himself into you fully-clothed, ❝ We gotta slow down. Think about it, okay... This is kinda permanent. If you're not sure, it's not too late t' stop before..❞ he’s trying to remind you that to be saddled with him is permanent and it’s not a choice to be made in the throes of heat or rut. Not that I won’t happily take it, he thinks to himself, his nose buried deep in your neck, rough lips smoothing over the mate-bite that he gave you, But I just wanna make sure she knows she’s stuck with me. Forever. Because I won’t let her go. I’ll have t’ die first.

He’s seen the mate bond be broken before, it wasn’t pretty. His poor uncle nearly lost his goddamn mind when his mother chose his uncle’s brother -his so-called father, over him. 

But you won’t be swayed. You reach up, soft and delicate hand gripping a strong jaw lined with stubble. ❝ It’s what I want, more than anything. Please?❞ you beg, your thumb rolling over his cheek and resting in the center of a full bottom lip as you arch yourself towards him even closer. Your breathy whisper is enchanting, especially considering you’re saying everything he’s always wanted to hear.

A rough hand finds it’s resting spot against your soft cheek as Eddie ponders what you’re saying. ❝ You barely know me. I barely know you. How’s this supposed t’ work, huh? Answer that one, sweetheart.❞

❝ It will. It has to. I’ve been searching for this…❞ you pause and take a deep breath, ❝ For you, I mean.. Since I was a little girl. I know enough, okay? I know what I want. I want you. I want our bond.❞ you insist. 

Eddie swallows hard, this still doesn’t rid him of the massive lump in his throat. It doesn’t rid doe eyes of the way they tear up because what you’re saying is something he’s always longed to hear. It’s something his uncle -the wolf who raised him, always swore would finally happen to him one day.

And it’s finally happening.

And here you are, he thinks to himself, trying to fight it off. Are you really that damn stupid?

No. The answer is no. And you’ve managed to entangle your body with his, his larger frame engulfing yours in the bed that’s just barely big enough to hold him. He can feel your heart, it’s calm and reassuring thudthud thud thud as your breathing syncs up to his. 

You find yourself pinned below the lanky body of your handsome mate and you’re staring up. His ponytail has started to fall, thick dark hair springs free from a simple brown hair elastic. Your tongue dances behind your lips. He’s not close enough for your liking so you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him down on top of you completely. This is met with a growl. Eddie can feel the knot beginning to form, his rut taking over completely. This clouds his thoughts.

But he knows what he wants.

And he knows that you want it too.

Be an actual Alpha, goddamn it. Take what you know belongs to you. - this particular thought comes in the form of his late father, all the teasing and torment because Eddie wasn’t like the other boys in his old pack. He was sweeter. Quieter. More observant and sensitive.

It’s enough to make him contradict himself, but only for a split second, because the scent of you amps up, all sweet and ripe. He pauses as it hits him and he needs a few seconds to process.. Your scent isn’t diluted. It’s pure and it’s strong.

This prompts the question he finally asks a second later, voice all velvet, gravel and sex against the shell of your ear as he snaps his hips into you in a frenzy and one of his hands lingers at the thin pair of panties you’ve soaked through beneath the Iron Maiden t-shirt he changed you into because it was something with his scent all over it and he didn’t want your fever getting any worse.

❝ Have you uh..❞ he pauses, - Christ, this is crazy, there’s no way this isn’t a dream, I’m losing my fucking mind, leaving full lips as he tries to focus enough to continue his question, ❝ Have y’ ever done anythin’?❞

You swallow hard. Laughing softly at what he’s just said. A shy and soft little smile as you shake your head no at him. ❝ I told you, Alpha. I’ve been waiting. My ma..❞ you go quiet for a second or two, ❝ She always told me that true mate bonds were real and I wanted that instead ‘f settling. Broken heart killed her, sadly..❞ you laugh quietly and shake your head, ❝ Guess I shoulda given up but honestly, I didn’t wanna. I never..❞ you’re squirming, nervous beneath his intent stare. 

His face is moving closer to your own, close enough that his rough lips brush your soft ones. A large hand palms at your hip, squeezing as if he’s making a last ditch effort to center himself.  ❝ Never what, pretty girl? C’mon❞ he coaxes, ❝ Tell me, sweetheart. Finish th’ sentence.❞

❝ I..❞ your breath catches because he’s rutting himself into you faster. Every single time his cock brushes against your body, it sends a painful throb straight through your core. Every single time this happens, you can feel the slick coating your thighs get even more slippery. It’s hard to think about anything beyond letting him knot you, re-open the mate bite in your neck and make the whole process permanent and proper. It’s difficult but you’re trying. ❝ Please, I–❞ you beg for him to slow down just a little and Eddie just barely manages pulling himself together. You take a deep breath and continue to speak, ❝ I never clicked with anybody else… Like this.. I didn’t want ‘em as much as I wanted you when I saw you.❞

❝ Fuck.❞ it leaves his mouth in a breathy groan and any restraint he had left is completely gone. He knows you’re being completely honest but he has to ask again. He needs to hear you say it one more time. ❝ You’re a.. You’ve never… oh fuck..❞ he chuckles quietly as your little nod confirms what he already suspected. 

You’re untouched. You’re his and his alone.

❝ P-please?❞ you beg, arching yourself up into him as you raise a hand and it catches in thick dark curls to tug. Any restraint Eddie had left is gone in a split second. It’s gone and Eddie doesn’t want it back.

❝ Don’t let me hurt ya.❞ he mumbles, soft as silk as his mouth crashes against yours, a tongue parting your soft lips and taking dominance over your own. It’s dominance you give over willingly. You nod. Begging for it, pleading. Telling him how much you want to take his knot.

His hand slips down between the two of you, long and thin digits slipping into your soaked sex after he’s torn off your panties and let them hit the floor of his bedroom. First the one, and it’s careful. A little too careful until you start to rock yourself over it and he can feel how velvet soft you feel on the inside, how hot and wet you are and he needs more. Like a drug. A second finger joins the first, and you gasp because you feel a little more stretched now. A little more full. You whine, the sound needy as it punctures the heavy breathing and quiet noises in the room. Eddie melts down into you and this time, when his fangs prick at his gums to re-appear, there’s no split second’s panic. It happens. He adds a third finger, groaning aloud ❝ Y’ feel s’ fuckin good, sweetheart. So goddamn sweet.❞ as you’re stretched even more. You slip a hand between your bodies and give a tug to the waistband of his faded jeans, looking up at him with begging in your eyes as you dance your finger up his happy trail and bite your bottom lip.

He chuckles, it’s a hearty sound. Doe eyes fix on your hand and he gulps. His heart is racing, about to pound right out of his chest. ❝ Patience isn’t your thing, hm?❞ he teases gently. You nod in agreement. He pulls away, but it’s just so he can pull off his pants. As his thick cock springs free, long and veiny with an angry red tip and the knot fully formed, your eyes widen almost comically. ❝ Changin’ your mind on me, sweetheart?❞ he questions.

You shake your head as you swallow hard. You’re reaching for his body, whining in need and he can’t deny you anything so he slips back onto the bed, body parting your legs to spread them wide for him. Rough hands catch in the bottom of his Iron Maiden t-shirt and it’s tugged away from your soft little body, tossed out into the room over Eddie’s shoulder. He sinks down into your body, his nose brushing silk soft strands of hair away from your neck as the tip of his cock pushes against your throbbing cunt, teasing at entry. His fangs sink into the mate mark, digging into soft flesh even deeper this time as his hand slips down between your bodies and circles his cock, lining it up with your weeping cunt.

You tense up from head to toe as his cock stretches you out and inch after inch disappears inside you until you’d almost swear you feel the tip touch your cervix. Eddie happens to glance down just a second or two, catching sight of the way his cock pushes against your tummy from the inside. And he’s growling against your neck. 

You wince as the knot buries inside you, locking the two of you together until he’s given you every last drop of his seed and he can’t keep going. Your nails dig against his skin, dragging up and down his back as your legs squeeze either side of his body. He’s still at first, just letting his thick length sit inside you so maybe you stretch to accommodate him just a little better and it doesn’t feel like he’s ripping you apart from the inside. But the pain melts away and you start to rock yourself against him, your tits pushing against his chest.

Your heart is beating exactly as fast as his own is right now. The more you thrust yourself against him, the wetter you get until he can feel his cock coated in your juices. His hand settles on your hip and he brings you to a gradual stop, lips against your forehead. ❝ I wanna take my time with you, pretty little thing. Let me.❞ he coaxes as he starts to fuck into you at a much slower pace. You’re obedient, but you whine about it. As the bite deepens, you’re overwhelmed by the rush, the way his emotions and thoughts and yours mix together and flood you, driving you straight into euphoria. You cling to him and he starts to fuck into you just a little faster, both hands on your hips to keep you still as he does it. 

❝ I-I..❞ you gasp quietly, ❝ I wanna get on top, let me please? I.. I wanna ride you.❞ you beg. Eddie flips you so that he’s pinned below you and you’re topping him, his hands straight to your hips as he picks you up and slams you down onto his cock. When he bottoms out three times in a row, you’re whining, his name falling out of your mouth like a wanton prayer.

You’re so goddamn tight, your cunt squeezes his length way too damn good. He comes to a stop because if he doesn’t, he’s going to explode, he’s going to fill you full before he’s really done with you for the time being. His eyes flutter open and closed and you stare  down at him in awe as he fucks up into you slow and steady. Your knuckles are white against the headboard you’ve reached out to grab just to keep yourself upright. 

He’s staring up at you, a hand leaving his hip to cup your breasts, squeezing at them. When he pulls himself up into a sitting position and your legs wrap around his waist, this drives him in even deeper, cockhead striking against soft and spongy walls. He’s growling your name over and over, one hand squeezing your hip to guide you up and down on his cock and the other hand cupping one of your breasts as his lips latch on. 

But he can’t hold off much longer. And when you start to beg him to let go -and to allow you to let go, he can’t possibly tell you no. He knows he’s fucked already, he’ll never be able to refuse you anything you want. 

❝ Sweetheart, oh fuck..❞ he groans against your healing mate-bite quietly, ❝ Gonna fill y’ up.❞ as the high of a shared orgasm hits you both and it leaves you clinging to him, fucked dumb and whining as he fucks himself sloppily into you, through his orgasm. 

The knot is gone and both of you could move a few minutes later, but neither of you makes an effort, you’re both too busy touching and kissing, talking to each other in quiet whispers as you cling to each other.

Two halves have become whole. And neither of you ever wants to be apart from the other ever again. 

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time

Day 26: Hündchen (Collar)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairing: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: I vividly remember writing this while on Thanksgiving break. This is pretty self explanatory.

Tags: Collars, pet play, pet names, praise, toys, leashes, oral, dom/sub

Word Count: 3.3k

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“It’s not too tight, is it?” Medic asked, running his fingers over the collar he had fastened around your neck. He tugged at the buckle, ensuring that it was secure.

“No, it’s perfect,” you said, reaching up to feel the small circular tag that dangled in the front. You could feel the small engraving, a simple copy of Medic’s own insignia etched into the metal.

“Good. I wouldn't want to accidentally choke you.” Medic paused, trying to smother a short laugh. “Although, you probably wouldn’t mind that, would you?”

Your face flushed almost instantly, as if you weren’t already blushing hard enough from standing stark naked in the middle of the bedroom wearing nothing but a band of leather around your neck. You shivered, both from the anticipation and the slight chill.

“Don’t worry, you won’t hurt me. You know what you’re doing,” you said. He seemed to stand a bit taller at your reassurance. You knew he liked it when you voiced your confidence in him.

“Well then, shall we get started, meine liebe?” He asked, turning to the bed and picking up a matching length of leather- a leash, the perfect pair to the collar you wore. He toyed with it, turning the leash in his hands as to silently tease you with the promise that he would soon be using it to bring you under his control.

You nodded eagerly, presenting your neck with a quiet ‘ yes please’ as he reached forward to attach the leash. His fingers ghosted over the sensitive skin of your throat and collarbone as he did so. You tried and failed to suppress another shiver.

“Perfekt.” Medic’s fingers dragged along the smooth leather of the leash. It almost felt perfectly natural in his grasp, especially as he gave it an experimental tug to test its strength. “Now, on your hands and knees, mein haustier.”

“Yes, sir,” you said, lowering yourself to the floor obediently. Once you were kneeling, you were startled by a slight tug on your leash. You glanced up to see Medic looking down at you with a cheeky smirk.

“Dogs don’t speak, my dear,” he said, leaning down to run a hand through your hair. “From this point on, the only sounds I want to hear from you are those delightful little moans you make.”

You swallowed hard and nodded, your lips sealing and your heartbeat quickening. Medic took a few steps backward until he could sit on the bed, pulling the leash gently to assure that you followed. You watched him intently, not daring to get on the bed with him until he allowed you to. Your eyes darted towards the empty space on the mattress beside him, conveying a silent request for permission.

“Not yet,” he said, perfectly in tune with your body language. “Sit.”

The order was short and curt, and you obeyed immediately, sitting back on your heels in front of Medic, who gave a barely noticeable smile. But you noticed. You also noticed how his pants were already beginning to tent with his arousal.

“Stay,” he said, placing the leash to the side momentarily to unzip his fly. You remained still, watching as he stroked himself at a leisurely pace. Once he was fully hard, he took hold of the leash again, his other hand grasping you by the chin and tilting upward so that you would meet his gaze. “I believe you know what to do, mein kleiner hund.”

You exhaled softly, your mouth falling open. Of course you knew what to do. You sat up on your knees, placing your hands on his thighs to steady yourself. Your eyes met his one more time, making absolutely sure that you had his permission to continue.

“Go on,” Medic said, his free hand gripping the edge of the mattress as he tried to keep his own desire in check. “Put that lovely tongue of yours to work.”

That was all the prompting you needed. You leaned down, placing your lips around him and taking him in the warmth of your mouth. He gasped softly, startled by how quickly you were able to work him back into the wet heat of your throat. You pulled back for just a moment to drag your tongue along the underside of his cock before closing your swollen lips over him once again. Every soft, restrained sound he made encouraged you to continue with more fervor.

Medic held the leash in a steady, firm grip the whole time. With a deep breath, he brought his free hand up to rest on your head, not to push you down, but to gently stroke your hair. If you began to rush, a harsh tug of your hair or the leash would remind you to pace yourself.

The taste of precum became more noticeable as you slid your tongue over the head, and every so often his hips twitched upward, just barely resisting the urge to thrust into your mouth. You could tell he was getting close, and the sight of him trying to hold back only heightened your own arousal.

Heat throbbed between your legs and you moaned. Medic shuddered in response, and you wondered if he was about to come undone right there. He just barely managed to reign himself in before tugging the leash and gasping a few short orders. “Back, liebling. Sit.”

Begrudgingly, you pulled away, sitting back on your heels again as you awaited Medic’s next command. It was hard to sit still, your body feeling shaky from how turned on you were. You prayed that he would let you onto the bed, although an especially desperate part of you would be content to just be taken on the floor like an animal. Your breathing became a little faster at that thought.

“Roll over, onto your back,” Medic said, his words snapping you out of your daze. You were given some slack on the leash and you laid back just as ordered. He had fastened his fly again while you were distracted, but his cock still strained against the fabric, tantalizing you to no end.

“Guter hund. So ein gutes mädchen, wunderschönen.” You smiled up at him as he whispered in his native tongue, even though you could only understand bits and pieces of what he was saying. That tone of praise was universal, and it came through loud and clear in his words.

He leaned down, running a hand over your chest and stomach. You squirmed each time his hand dipped enticingly low, so very close to where you longed to be touched, only to pull away at the last moment.

“What’s wrong, liebchen?” He asked with a wicked grin, well aware that you still weren’t allowed to answer him. You simply whimpered, spreading your legs a bit further. You even reached out to try to pull his hand just a bit lower, but he moved away, just out of your reach. “Oh my, you are quite wet, aren’t you?” He said with a laugh, not even bothering to hide the somewhat sadistic pleasure he was getting out of teasing you like this.

You barely suppressed the urge to glare at him. Luckily, that urge didn’t last long as his hand finally slipped between your legs, rubbing over your slit just enough to make you moan.

“You poor thing, so desperate for my touch.” Medic was kneeling down now, and your fantasy of being fucked right there on the floor seemed closer to becoming a reality. You were already a shuddering mess as he rubbed his fingers over your entrance, just barely stroking your clit, still withholding the full breadth of pleasure that he could give you. He chuckled at how strongly you were reacting. “Mein Gott, all that whining and squirming, you’re practically acting as if you're in heat, fraulein.”

Your face somehow managed to flush even redder at that statement, so animalistic and primal, but you really couldn’t help yourself. Medic’s fingers began to rub circles around your clit, and you continued to shiver and writhe until he suddenly stopped. You whined, bucking at the loss of sensation.

“Aw, don’t worry, mein haustier. I’ll take good care of you,” he reassured you as he stood up again, approaching the nearby nightstand. You heard the sound of a drawer opening, and from it he retrieved a small device- a vibrator, to be exact. Your eyes went wide at the sight of it and you tried to sit up, only to be stopped by a firm order.

“Stay!”

You froze immediately, laying back flat on the floor with a look of slight embarrassment. Medic knelt down in front of you again, placing himself between your still spread legs with a disappointed huff.

“Surely, you're not about to start misbehaving the moment I’m about to reward you?” He asked. Your only response was an ashamed glance to the side, unwilling to meet his gaze. You heard him sigh before he took your chin again, moving your face so that you were looking up at him again. “I’ll let it go this time, since you’ve been such a good girl so far, but don’t let it happen again.”

You nodded, watching as Medic placed the vibrator against you, not yet turning it on. He rubbed the smooth silicon against your entrance for a few moments before pushing in. Soft whimpers escaped your lips as he pumped the toy in and out of you, still refusing to turn it on.

“Such a noisy little hund, is this not enough for you?” He asked, watching with a smug grin as you squirmed and clenched your teeth in frustration. You weren’t allowed to speak, and you weren’t about to misbehave again, especially since you had gotten away without a punishment before. You wanted to be good for him, so all you could do was whine and moan and pray that he would have mercy on you.

“So needy. Perhaps this will take the edge off,” Medic said, and finally, with the press of a button, the vibrator was activated deep within you. You gasped in surprise, bucking against the toy only for Medic to hold you down with his free hand.

“Stay, hundin.”

That grip tightened enough to leave faint bruises on your hip before his hand trailed down your thighs. He chuckled at how they quivered in time with each thrust of the vibrator. Your breath came in gasps and dizzy moans, especially when he turned the intensity up with another soft click of a button.

“Ja, keep panting like that, liebe. I love those noises you make,” he said, his own mind beginning to fog with the arousal that he still hadn’t satisfied for himself. Your moans began to peak in volume and Medic watched as you grew ever closer to orgasm, but never allowing yourself to tip over the edge. “Good girl. you're doing such a good job holding back. You know better than to come without permission, don’t you?”

You nodded frantically, eyes wide and glazed with need, looking up at him in a silent plea for release.

“You look so good like that, right on the edge for me, so desperate.” His words only served to make it more difficult for you to hold back. Luckily, what he said next was just what you wanted to hear. “Go on, liebling. Let go, come for me!”

You finally allowed your climax to overtake you as he turned the vibrator on to its highest setting, sending you reeling in a haze of pleasure. Medic chuckled as he watched you tremble beneath him. He pulled the toy out of you, holding it against your clit until you began to tear up from the overstimulation.

“Sehr gut,” he whispered as he finally pulled the vibrator away, turning it off and placing it on the nightstand before picking up the leash once again. He pulled gently until you took it as your cue to sit upright again, albeit with some protest from your still shaky limbs. “Look at how you’re trembling, mein kleiner hündin. That was quite a powerful climax, wasn’t it?”

You sighed as his fingers ran through your hair once again, and you rested your head against his knee, trying to steady yourself. Still, you eyed the tent in his pants, wondering when he was planning on satisfying himself. You squeezed your thighs together as your thoughts ran wild all over again. How was it possible for your arousal to be rejuvenated so quickly?

You wanted more. You wanted him inside you.

“I see you squirming, liebe.” Medic’s voice pulled you out of your own thoughts. His grip on your hair tightened, and he pulled your head up, forcing you to look up at him. “What do you want, darling?”

You huffed in frustration. This again. He knew as well as you that you weren’t allowed to ask, not verbally anyway. You considered trying to unfasten his fly yourself, but something so bold would probably earn a punishment rather than a reward.

Instead, you simply rested your chin on the mattress from where you knelt, glancing up at him with the most pathetic expression you could muster. It was borderline humiliating, to know exactly what you wanted while being unable to ask for it, to be reduced to pleading with nothing at your disposal but a forlorn gaze and the occasional whimper. However, you found that you didn’t even mind the humiliation. If anything, it only made the heat between your thighs all the more persistent.

Medic smirked, brushing a hand over your flushed cheek before beckoning you forward, patting the empty space on the mattress. “Sit here, mädchen. We aren’t finished yet.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You had seated yourself on the bed in a heartbeat, almost panting in anticipation. Your excitement was embarrassingly obvious, but you didn’t care.

“You’ve already come once, yet you’re still so eager? You desperate little hündin.” Medic leaned forward to kiss you, and your lips parted in a soft gasp as his hand traveled down the front of your body. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, dominating the kiss as he pushed you back on the bed, your head coming to rest on the pillow. You moved your thigh between his legs, pressing against his erection just enough to make it seem like it was accidental. He pulled away from the kiss with a soft groan, quickly moving so that he was seated between your thighs, pushing your legs further apart with a lustful grin.

“So well trained and eager to please, mein gutes mädchen,” he said as he began to undress. You bit your lip as you watched Medic pop open the buttons on his shirt, pulling it off and dropping it to the floor beside the bed. It was clear that his impatience was getting the better of him. His pants were pushed just low enough on his hips, as he was too eager to completely remove them. You whimpered, feeling Medic pressing against your entrance for a moment before he finally thrust into you.

Your legs were wrapped around his hips within moments, desperately trying to pull him closer to you, deeper within you. He wasn’t even moving yet and you were already a moaning wreck, desperate for more of him, grasping at anything you could reach. He moved gently at first, one hand on your thigh and the other holding the leash lazily, leaving plenty of slack for you to squirm as you longed for him to go faster.

“Oh gott, ja,” Medic groaned, leaning down near your ear. That low, lascivious voice sent shivers down your body. He was thrusting shallowly, deliberately teasing you, and you knew it. You whined in protest, unable to do much else. “Don’t worry liebchen, I’ll take the best care of you, my good girl.”

You moaned, every bit of praise adding to the knot steadily tightening in your core. You wanted more. You needed more. Cautiously, you slipped your hand lower, between your bodies, pausing to look up at Medic for permission to touch yourself.

“Go on, pet,” Medic said, ever attentive to your silent requests. He reached down to take your hand, bringing it lower until your fingers were on your clit. You began to rub circles around that most sensitive area as Medic moved his hips against yours, steadily growing more frantic, his pace quickening.

He growled in your ear as he thrust harder and faster. You were besieged with sweet nothings and short, whispered affirmations that you belonged to him. You were his pet, his little Hündin, his good girl, and each sultry word had you longing for him more.

The leash was pulled tight in his grip as he became rougher with you. The slight pain of the leather collar biting into the back of your neck only spurred you on. You bucked up to meet Medic’s thrusts, digging your nails into his back with your free hand.

“Ja, liebe, that’s it!” Medic pulled back for a moment to press his lips to yours once again, far more vicious and aggressive this time. When he pulled away you got to admire just how disheveled he looked, just how close he seemed to be. “Rut up against me, show me just how much of a desperate animal you are!”

One of his hands had moved from your thigh, now bracing against the headboard while his other continued to hold the leash taut. His pace had become merciless. You were so close, and you nearly screamed when his angle changed just enough to hit your sweet spot perfectly. That was all you needed. You arched back as your orgasm finally overtook you, mouth agape, your moans peaking in volume.

Medic’s grip on the leash finally loosened and he doubled over, nearly collapsing on you as he rode out his own climax with a shaky groan. You draped an arm around his shoulder, feeling him tremble as he came hard. He fell to your side, thoroughly spent. You were in a similar state, having gone limp on the bed as the final aftershocks of your orgasm ebbed away. Your eyes drifted shut, and for several minutes the only sounds in the room was that of heavy breathing.

The soft clicking sound of the collar being unfastened was what eventually got you to open your eyes again. Medic was upon you in an instant, peppering soft kisses to your neck, which now had faint red marks from where the collar had been pulled against your skin. You sighed, turning your head until you could press your lips against Medic’s. His hand came up to cradle the back of your head as you kissed him. It honestly amazed you how he could go from rough and domineering to tender and gentle so quickly.

“Are you sore here, liebchen?” He asked. You felt his hand rubbing the back of your neck, where the marks were probably the most apparent.

“I’m alright. Don’t stop kissing me, please,” you whispered, missing the feeling of his lips on you even though you had only been apart for a few moments.

“Of course, schatz.” Medic began kissing your neck again, every so often trailing up your jaw or down towards your collarbone. Periodically, he returned to your lips. You wove a hand through his hair, basking in the unwavering affection as exhaustion began to set in.

“Next time,” you murmured as you began to drift off. “It’s your turn to wear the leash.”

Medic chuckled as your fingers trailed along his neck, as if you were already imagining a fine leather collar wrapped around it. He settled down next to you, limbs entangled in yours. “We’ll see, mein haustier.”