#i think he just noticed she was doing BADLY and he took advantage of it

[loonarmuunar]

Had an interesting dream about the rwr trio.

Percy had been out on patrol, and she was attacked. During the fight she was turned into a child with an epithet. Bc nobody managed to see the attacker’s face or hear their voice besides her, and bc she’s 6 and has No Memory of what happened, nobody knows who the culprit was or how to find them. And so, without the attacker, they don’t know how to get Percy back to normal.

So someone has to watch over her until they manage to find the culprit, and it ends up being Zora and Ramsey. They all seem to be on okay terms, but their relationship is a bit awkward and uncomfortable, they’re not friends really. Allies would be the best term to use.

They become a lot closer while watching out for Percy, and resolve some Personal Issues that happened in the rwr arc. They’re also helping out to find the culprit.

While this is going on, they keep running into this man. I think he was either helping with the case or he was a suspect? Either way, they had to talk to this guy. And something about him made Zora feel UNBELIEVABLY uncomfortable. She felt small and anxious around him, sick to her stomach. She’s doing her best to avoid this guy and Not snap at him, bc they need him for the case.

It turns out the guy was the culprit, and he tries to ambush them. He’s fighting Zora, and he’s WINNING. His power seems time related, and a perfect counter to Zora’s epithet. Any progress Zora makes he seems to be able to reset, and she’s having lapses in memory. But more importantly, he’s getting to her somehow, she feels helpless, angry, emotional.

Then, his epithet is revealed. NOSTALGIA, described as “can bring a person back to a time or place”. He was able to PHYSICALLY bring Percy back to when she was a child. Zora felt terrible around him, because his epithet had a passive effect, bringing her back to her emotional state when her parents had died.

[entitled-fangirl]

Horrid thoughts.

Cregan Stark x OCD wife!reader

Summary: the reader suffers from OCD, and Cregan tries to calm her.

Warnings: If your OCD is easily triggered, maybe shy away from this one.

A/n: my credentials you ask? I actually have OCD. And this is a short and sweet one cause it was a bit triggering for me I won’t lie😅

Masterlist

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She let out a small gasp, prompting Cregan to look over to her. 

"Something the matter?"

She stared down at the floor, a furrowing in her brow. 

He sighed and set his writing aside. He spoke her name out loud, almost begging for her attention.

And she heard it that time. Her head snapped up so her eyes could meet his. "Hmm?"

"The thoughts are coming back, aren't they?"

He knew he was right by the way her eyes watered. 

"You were doing so well. What changed?"

She shrugged, tucking her hair behind her ear and moving back to staring at the floor. 

He should have known that the weather would affect her so badly. 

It had been the first fight in Winterfell that Cregan didn't have the advantage for. 

Only a few moons before, she had began to open up about these thoughts that appeared in her mind. They were always harsh and sometimes gory, an obvious thought she didn't want to have, but she couldn't stop it from slowly morphing into an obsession. 

And now that she had pointed it out, Cregan began to notice just how often it happened. 

"What is it? Tell me," he pressed.

She shook her head. She never did quite tell him, for fear that if it left her mouth, it would either come true, or he'd finally be convinced that she was mad. 

He stood and walked around the table to sit on the sofa with her. "Will you let me help you?"

That was usually his response. A soft assurance that he always wanted to help her, it was up to her to tell him how and to let him do so. 

"I want to leave," was her soft confession. 

He was confused. "The room? Or Winterfell?"

"The room. The room." That answer was much faster, an obvious feeling about the room getting to her.

Cregan grunted an acknowledgement before standing and offering his hand. "We'll take a walk. How does that sound for my brave girl?"

The idea didn't resonate with her as well as he had hoped, but she took it nonetheless, grabbing his arm. 

…

Additionally, the bad thoughts didn't just come and go. Some were more permanent. 

So permanent, that Cregan practically recognized her compulsions before she did. 

He stopped at the top of the staircase, knowing she would as well. 

Her eyes roamed over the stairs, counting them before doing quick math in her head. Then she stepped out with her left foot. 

They walked again like nothing had occurred until the next staircase neared. 

Before they could stop, Cregan's soft voice echoed in the corridor. "Right."

Her head snapped to him. "What?"

"Your right. C'mon," he said with a small tug to her hand. 

She hesitantly obeyed, stepping out with her right foot first this time. Honorable Cregan never lied, and he didn't then. For she finished the last step on the foot her mind told her to, and she felt instant relief. 

"How did you-"

"-I know you better than I know myself, sweet girl. Do not underestimate me. That," he tilted his head back and forth, "And I know the stair count for every set in Winterfell. Perks of being raised here."

Not long after that, she saw single chiseled letters by every staircase in the wall, either an L or R. A normal person would miss it, or not think twice about what it meant, but what had always filled her with dread now made her heart grow warm. Staircases weren't as frightening anymore. 

Especially when she knew he did that himself, not trusting another to count it just right. 

…

"What's that in your hand, lovely?" Cregan asked so softly he worried she didn't hear it. 

She looked down at her hand and back up, "my dagger."

"Why?"

She shook her head, just as she had before.

It always made Cregan rub at his forehead when he was meant with only more confusion. 

"Go back to bed," he quips softly. 

"Can't sleep."

"I'll walk you back," he offers.

She shakes her head again. "I couldn't if I wanted to."

A horrid thought must have occurred for her to abandon her bed to come to him. 

He rubbed at his hands in thought.

"If I guard you with Ice tonight, will you hand me your dagger so you may sleep peacefully?"

She contemplated his offer. "You'd do that?"

"Sweet girl, I'd do anything you need. You know that."

She looked down at the dagger and back to him. "I do."

"Alright," he said with his hand out, expecting the blade to be given to him.

She hesitated, then placed it in his large hand.

He threw it onto the desk then stood, taking her hand instead. "Let's get you to bed."

"What about-"

"-What about it?" He asked softly. "I'm here. Let me ease your mind."

"You're sure?"

His other hand rubbed at her bicep. "Very. C'mon."

…

"Cregan?"

He looked up, "Hmm?"

It was the early morning and he didn't think that she'd be up yet. 

"Love? What's wrong?"

She frowned. "I-I'm going to the Godswood."

He rubbed a hand over his chin. "You went yesterday."

She hummed.

"But you're going again today?" He questioned. 

She stared.

"This is the third day."

She stared.

"And it's too early."

She stared more.

"Sweet girl. You know what I'm going to say."

"Cregan-"

"Forgive me. I can't let you. I won't let you give in to this one."

She sniffled, "Why not?"

"This one is dangerous, my love. I can't let you go to the Godswood every day."

"Cregan, I have to."

"I'm sorry."

She sniffled again. "W- Please."

"That look causes a pain in my stomach, my heart." He grimaced at the sight of her tears. 

She reached up and wiped at her cheeks. "Oh. I-I'll go then. Forgive me for bothering you this morning."

"Wait," he commanded, standing and stomping to her. "Wait, my love." 

When he reached out for her hand, she flinched away from him, terrified of their skin touching. 

Cregan froze. "Sweet girl…"

Her hands shook. "I'm going to just… go back to my room."

"I didn't mean to upset you, my love. I know how your mind tends to-"

"I'm going to my room," she said firmly. But the firmness fell away just as quickly. "Do you think the gods can hear me from there?"

"I'm sure they can," he assured.

She wiped her hands on her skirt, as if rubbing off a bad feeling. "I'll be there then."

"Don't be angry with me."

She hummed and moved from the room.

…

A few hours, Cregan finally found time to go up to their chambers to make up for his behavior before.

That, and her handmaiden had told him that she refused food at supper.

So he entered their chamber with a small tray of food. 

She laid in the bed, a sullen look on her face. Her eyes were closed as her head rested against the headboard.

"Spent your entire day like this?" Cregan asked kindly.

She looked up at him, then relaxed again. "Yes. Is that bad of me?"

He sighed. "No. Not for you. Though, I heard you didn't take your usual walk in the courtyard. And denied food."

"Can't leave."

He set the tray on the bedside table. "I wish I could make sense of your mind."

"Me too."

"Want to tell me?"

"I'm not sure."

"That's alright." He sits down next to her, careful not to touch her. "Can I sit with you at least?"

She nodded.

The two sat in silence for a while.

"It started when I was younger," she finally said. "It felt like I finally had control of something. But… I don't feel like I have control anymore."

He listened vigilantly, careful to not interrupt her in any way.

"I get these thoughts that I can't force away. Horrid ones of things I don't wish to think of. Pain or death…"

"Ah."

"Do you think me mad?" She asked softly.

"No, sweet girl. I don't. Can I…?" He reached his hand out and let it hover over her leg. 

She grabbed his hand, making a warmth spread through him. "I'll spend the rest of the night with you, hm? We'll eat here and let the rest of the world be."

"You're probably busy-"

"I'm not. Now," he grabbed the tray and set it onto the bed, "Eat."

A genuine smile came to her face.

…

When the sun managed to appear in Winterfell after the season, so did her cheery disposition. 

Her horrid thoughts were gone. 

He noticed that she didn't even look at the walls of the staircases, stepping on either foot with no worry.

It made his heart burn with pride. 

She had control.

…......................................

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[warblogs17282]

I want to present another idea on how the scene where Blitz talks to his mother could go, and a bit on Blitz's self hatred.

But first, a little background.

It's very clear that Blitz still hates himself immensely for accidentally starting the fire that severely damaged Fizzarolli, and (very heavily implied) that also killed his own mother.

And I have three pieces of evidence that shows just how much Blitz hates himself, with it all tying back to the circus fire.

1: You're already aware of the fact that Blitz blacks out his face in pictures he's in with others, but it goes a bit further than that, he also did that to a picture of him when he was a child, interacting with the animals within the circus.

2. The fact that three out of the four memories we see in the trailer are of Fizzarolli, with the one exception also taking place in Ozzie's. Which shows us that Fizzarolli has always been on Blitz's mind a lot, even more so after the fire, and every time Blitz sees Fizzarolli in his mind, it just takes him right back to that circus fire, the source of most of Blitz's self-hatred.

There's another thing I'd like to add onto my point of 'Fizzarolli has always been on Blitz's mind a lot', that being, the fact that Blitz also clearly takes whatever Fizzarolli says to heart.

Which is clearly shown to us by,

Fizzarolli being one of the characters in Blitz's drug trip, and with him also saying, "You're gonna die alone, Blitzo!"

The real Fizzarolli at Ozzie's, saying "Last I checked, your love life is a pile of shit!"

And with Blitz very explicitly confirming that he took what Fizzarolli said to him during his drug trip and during Ozzie's to heart.

Sure you could argue Blitz only came out with that because he was drunk at the time, but I still believe that it shows just how much Blitz at least subconsciously cares about Fizzarolli and his opinions.

"Fuck, Fizz was right. I'm gonna die alone, aren't I? Just a wrinkly, old, withered, waste. Will you be there, Loonie?"

Fizzarolli used to resent Blitz, because he thought Blitz caused the fire on purpose, and seemingly just abandoned him. Which is why this memory comes back up again for Blitz, the sheer malice on Fizzarolli's face, the fact that the person Blitz cares about this much hated him just hurts so badly, and just because they made up in s2 e6 doesn't make that pain of the malice filled stare at Ozzie's go away, so while Blitz has indeed come a long way since that circus fire, he still hasn't forgiven himself for accidentally causing it, and all of those memories that we see in the trailer are just a reminder of that fact to Blitz, with them continuing to fuel Blitz's own self-hatred, even to this day.

Considering all of this, it's very clear that Blitz also hasn't forgiven himself for accidentally causing the fire that killed his own mother.

Finally, we can get onto my idea with all of that out of the way.

Pay attention to the floor in the next two pictures.

Notice the eye looking symbol in both of them? What that shows to me is that the scene with Blitz's mother also most likely takes place within the hotel, which also makes me suspect that the scene is a hallucination, not a flashback, and even if it's a hallucination of sorts, I feel like it'd still make sense that we see Blitz's before the fire self in this scene.

So, a potential idea I have that could go down in this scene is that the shapeshifter dude takes advantage of all of Blitz's self-hatred relating to the circus fire, by using a hallucination or something of the likes of Blitz's mother, playing into the fact that Blitz very clearly hasn't forgiven himself for accidentally causing the circus fire, and using that to crush Blitz further, by making the hallucination of Blitz's mother say or do something to make Blitz think that she'd hate him as well if she was still alive.

Which would tie into the scene where Blitz doesn't have his mother's necklace.

Obviously there's a bit of guesswork in this idea I came up with, but it still could very well happen in some way/form, which I'm really interested and scared to see how everything in this scene plays out.

[mrsshabana]

Hiiii! I’m new here, go by El online. Can I give you a prompt/ask?

Can you please do a fic with fem reader x Gyutaro, where she met him in the entertainment district and instead of being scared when he attacked someone who was harassing her, she took his hand and told him not to hurt himself anymore? She used to struggle with self-hatred too, so she knows where he’s coming from—and when they start making out, she admits she doesn’t feel safe being bottom…and Gyutaro ends up subbing for her and liking it?

Thanks!

♥CW: 18+ content, MDNI, smut, creampie, sub!Gyutaro, dom!Reader, mentions of self harm

♥AN: Thank you so much for the request! Sorry it took me awhile to get to it, but I hope you like it! I don't get to write for canon Gyutaro much, so this was very fun! (*^▽^*)

♥WC: 1,503

It all happened so fast. Only a moment ago, you were being pushed against the brick wall of a dark alleyway. A drunk man restraining your wrists with one hand as his other goes to tear open your kimono.

But almost as soon as it had began, it was ended in a flash of blood. The man fell to the ground, blood pooling everywhere. And a strange figure stood before you.

The moment your gaze connects with his, it is clear to you that he is no human. But even so, he did just save you.

"Th-thank you," you stutter. Struggling to maintain eye contact with the terrifying demon.

He looks taken aback by the fact that you have thanked him. "Uh... you're welcome." He mumbles.

You end up introducing yourself to him, and he introduces himself in return, as Gyutaro.

Gyutaro is shocked that you are being so kind to him. Yeah he just saved you, but every time he has helped a human out he never received such kind words in return.

Seeing a woman being taken advantage of angers Gyutaro more than it should. He strictly believes that the women in the district deserve to be paid for their services, and should never be forced to perform sexual acts against their will.

There's a pause of awkward silence. Gyutaro begins to get nervous, the way that you look up at him with your big, innocent, doe eyes makes his knees weak. You are so pretty, yet you aren't running away?

Without noticing it, he begins to scratch his neck. His nails dig deep under his skin, creating wounds that heal seconds later.

"Hey!" you shout, reaching out and grabbing his hand, "Don't hurt yourself."

Gyutaro's eyes go wide and he snatches his hand away from your grasp, "Why do you care? It's none of your business anyways!"

"I used to hurt myself too," you sigh, "I know it is hard to stop. But you seem like a very nice man, there is no need to hurt yourself."

"A-a nice man?" he mumbles, shocked, "No... I'm just an ugly demon. Can't you see?"

"Yes, I can see you perfectly well," against your better judgment you take a step forward. Closing the gap between you and the dangerous demon. Bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks, "You aren't ugly at all. Don't be so hard on yourself..."

Gyutaro is left speechless. Never had a human had the confidence to do something so bold. Do you have no regard for your own life? Or are you just that grateful?

You don't know what it is, but something about this demon intrigues you. Sparks something within you that no one before ever has. You have delt with self hatred in the past, and seeing this man-eating demon struggle with the same thing breaks your heart. All you want to do is comfort him... get closer to him... love him. With a smile, you lean forward and kiss his lips.

Your lips are soft and warm against his. His heart pounds away in his chest, and all logical thought goes out the window. He doesn't know why, but all he can think about is how badly he doesn't want this to end. How badly he wants to soak in your affection, the affection that he has been denied for his entire life. Now is his chance to finally have it.

After the initial shock wears off, Gyutaro closes his eyes and returns the kiss. Hesitantly following your lead, gently holding onto your waist and pulling you closer. When you gently glide your tongue along his lips, he slightly parts his lips to give you access. Relaxing as your tongues dance in the passionate kiss.

It doesn't take long for Gyutaro to get riled up. Pressing his hips against you, his hard-on evidently felt through his pants.

"C-can we go somewhere more private?" you whimper, looking up at him with a flustered expression.

He nods, "Course..."

Carefully picking you up, Gyutaro takes you to an upstairs room in the Kyogoku house. It's dark and a bit dusty, but not too dirty. There is a large futon on the floor that looks rarely used.

Gyutaro lays you down on your back, before climbing on top of you. Grabbing your leg and wrapping it around his waist, he goes in to continue the kiss. But you stop him.

"Um, Gyutaro... I'm not too comfortable being on the bottom. Would you mind if we maybe switched places?"

Gyutaro furrows his brows in confusion. To be completely honest, he doesn't have much sexual knowledge so this is quite peculiar to him. Every time he's seen human have sex, it was with the man on top. But he likes you a lot, and wants to make sure you are comfortable. It isn't everyday he gets an opportunity like this.

"Ok, sure," he nods. Promptly laying on his back, giving you room to straddle him.

"Thanks," you whisper before guiding him back into the kiss. Moving your hips back and forth, grinding against him. Resulting in him moaning desperately into the kiss.

Something about Gyutaro is bringing out all of your carnal desires. Never have you felt the need to go so far with someone that you barely know. Maybe it has to do with the fact that he is a dangerous demon? Or maybe it has to do with how he saved you earlier?

Either way, all you know is that you need him now. Wasting no time, you remove your kimono and slide off your panties. Exposing your bare body to the gaze of the demon below you.

Watching as he shamelessly stares at you, his grip on your thighs tightening.

"Are you ready, Gyutaro?" you ask while tugging at the hem of his pants.

"Y-yeah," he pants, moving his hips up so you can pull his pants down. Which you promptly do, releasing his throbbing cock.

The same spots that decorate his body appear on his shaft too. Giving it a unique appearance. One that Gyutaro is ashamed of, but one that you find quite attractive. Not only that, but it is also larger than you had expected. Making you glad that you are on top. You can't imagine how much it'd hurt if he just drove into you with that thing. He is a demon after all, so who knows how much he'd care for your comfort.

Grabbing his base, you glide his tip along your slick folds. Coating him enough so he can slide in with more ease.

But it isn't easy. When you start to lower down on him, it hurts, the stretch is more painful that you had anticipated.

So, you take it slow. Lowering yourself inch by inch until you manage to fully fit him inside. At this point, Gyutaro is a moaning mess. His eyes are squeezed shut, head tilted back, and he has a firm grip on your ass.

He almost loses it when you start bouncing on top of him. Moaning loudly with each move of your hips.

You can't help but admire the sharpness of his teeth every time he parts his lips. This demon seems very dangerous and has probably killed and eaten hundreds, if not thousands, of people. Yet here he is, completely helpless beneath you.

That thought causes you to grow even wetter, and fuck him even harder.

"You like that Gyutaro? Do you feel good?" you coo, leaning forward to cup his cheek.

"Ngh, y-yeah... ah, fuck... feels-feels really g-good," he whines in between moans.

It takes every ounce of his strength to not immediately cum, but it's getting impossible for him. You're just so warm, so tight, and showing him so much affection. He can't help himself.

Holding onto you firmly, Gyutaro thrusts up to meet your hips. Ramming his sharp hip bones into your soft flesh. After a few thrusts he's arching his back and cumming inside of you. His chest heaves as high-pitched moans escape his lips.

But you don't stop. Even though he may have finished, you have not. So you continue riding him. Gyutaro bites his lip, trying to muffle his moans as you overstimulate him. He doesn't want to disappoint you. He wants to make you cum too, so he stays still for you.

It doesn't take long before your orgasm hits you. Gyutaro holds onto you tightly as you tremble above him, moaning his name. He absolutely loves it.

Not bothering to remove his cock from inside of you, you lay on his chest. The both of you panting, recovering from your orgasms.

You don't know what to expect, and you are afraid to ask. What if he decides to eat you? He's had his fun, so nothing is stopping him.

But instead, Gyutaro wraps his arms around you and nuzzles into your hair.

"Y'know... I normally don't get friendly with humans," he takes a deep breath and sighs, "But I guess I wouldn't mind seeing you again."

[lovetaroandtaemin]

After the Show

Nakamoto Yuta x Reader

Word Count: 2,220

Genre: Fluff/Smut

Rating: Explicit, MINORS DNI!

Summary: Touring with Yuta as his makeup artist is Y/N's dream job, except for one thing. She has an intense crush on him, and she's concerned that her feelings will get in the way of her job. Just as she starts to consider quitting, the tension between the two of them comes to a head in the form of post-concert sex in his dressing room.

Warnings: Dom!Yuta, unprotected sex, the tiniest bit of angst, use of the title "sir," rough sex. If you think I missed a warning, let me know!

Fic is under the cut.

Every time you went to work, you were in agony. It felt strange to say that, considering you loved your job more than anything. Makeup was your passion, and traveling around the globe with the world-famous Nakamoto Yuta gave you opportunities to visit new places and have new experiences that you’d previously only dreamed about. So, no, it wasn’t the work itself that made the time before every concert when you did Yuta’s makeup feel like hell. It was how sexy your boss was.

Yuta had the kind of good looks and charisma that working with him difficult, to say the least. He was never anything but kind and respectful to you, of course, so it wasn’t difficult because of an attitude problem or anything of that nature. However, he knew that other people thought that he was sexy, and he absolutely used that to his advantage when it suited him. Whether he was convincing the owner of a venue to let him perform at a specific time with a bit of subtle flirting or captivating an audience with his magnetic stage persona, he drew people in with seemingly very little effort. And even though you got to see him when the rockstar façade was gone and he was just being himself, he still had the kind of personality that drew you in as well. It made focusing on your job incredibly hard to do.

In the three years that you had worked for Yuta, flirting as you applied his makeup before a concert had become an unofficial tradition. It was almost like a game to the two of you. As you carefully applied brightly colored glitter to his eyelids, you loved to fluster the usually unshakeable man with little teasing comments. Your favorite way to make him blush was telling him how good he looked in the outfits he wore onstage and how badly you wanted to see what he looked like underneath them. He almost always responded by telling you that he would be glad to show you when he had the time to spare. You knew that he probably didn’t really mean it and was just playing along, but that didn’t make your little pre-show ritual any less fun.

There was no way in hell he would ever admit it unless you admitted to feelings for him first, but Yuta was absolutely falling for you. Every time you applied his makeup before a concert and your faces were mere inches apart, it took every ounce of self-control in his body to stop himself from throwing the eyeshadow palette on the floor and kiss you. He wanted you badly, but he was certain that you would never want him the same way. As far as he could tell, your sole focus in life was your career. If he only knew how wrong he was, maybe the two of you could have been together sooner.

As the last show of Yuta’s current tour approached, you seriously considered quitting as his makeup artist. As much as you loved your job, your growing attraction to him only made it harder for you to focus and do your job correctly. Besides, you were sure that there was no way that Yuta felt the same way that you did, and you knew that if you confessed to how you felt you could get fired. Getting fired for coming onto your boss would make finding a different job much harder than just quitting would. In your mind, the risk just wasn’t worth it. It broke your heart, but you planned to tell him that you were quitting after the concert was done.

As you helped Yuta get ready for what you thought would be your last show, you noticed that something seemed different about him. You asked him if he was ok, but he waved you off, telling you that he was just tired from touring. You’d gotten to know him well enough to be able to tell that he was full of shit, but you decided not to press him further. So, you added the finishing touches of the look you were asked to do, and within minutes he was ready to perform. Well, almost ready to perform. A few minutes before he was supposed to go on, he turned to you and asked, “What do you think of the outfit, hon? You haven’t said anything about it.”

“You look amazing, Yu. I just know that the audience is gonna love how you look tonight. I certainly do,” you said with a smile.

Yuta smiled at your little comment, and you couldn’t help but notice that the smile felt genuine. Your heart started to ache, and you briefly considered not quitting. Sure, you knew it was probably for the best, but it was definitely going to hurt not seeing his beautiful smile every day.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by Yuta’s voice asking, “What are you staring at, gorgeous?”

“You. Why, is that a problem?”

“Not at all, sweetheart. If you want more to stare at, I’d be happy to show you after the show.”

“Oh stop, I know you don’t actually mean that,” you said, laughing softly.

“How do you know?”

“I see you flirt the way we do with gorgeous women all the time. I know that I’m nothing special to you.”

“Sweetheart, that’s not true at all. You know that, right?” You were quiet for a little bit, caught off guard by the change in atmosphere and constant pet names, which was unusual even for your pre-concert flirting. For a brief moment, you wondered if Yuta wanted you as badly as you wanted him. But that was impossible, right?

“I guess,” you mumbled.

Filled with a sudden determination to show you just how special you were to him, Yuta said, “Meet me in the dressing room after the show, ok?”

“Ok.”

“Good girl.”

Again, you were stunned into silence. Had he been serious the entire time? The idea that he wasn’t just toying with you when he offered to show you what was under the outfits he wore onstage was a shock to say the least. However, it would have been a lie to say that you weren’t intrigued as well.

Waiting for the concert to be over was pure torture. Sure, you adored seeing Yuta in his element as he sang his heart out and captivated an audience, but all you could think about for the entire performance was how badly you wanted him. With every song, you felt the arousal between your legs build until you could barely stand it anymore. Still, as the end of the concert grew closer, you rushed to get to Yuta’s dressing room before he did.

When the show ended and Yuta left the stage, he found you waiting patiently for him in his dressing room. You heard the door open, and you looked up from your phone to greet him with a smile. God, he loved your smile. It was the kind of smile that made everyone around you happy, himself included, and he had to admit that being the reason for your smile was a major boost to his ego.

Apparently, he’d been staring longer than he intended to, because the next thing he knew, he heard you ask, “Well, what did you want me to meet you here for?”

“You know exactly why we’re here, love.”

“I don’t think I do. Why don’t you tell me, sir?” you asked. Of course, you were fully aware of Yuta’s intentions, but you had so much fun teasing him.

“If you keep calling me that I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“Is that a promise, sir?”

Without a word, Yuta grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the chair before bending you over the dressing room table. Before you could even process the position change, he ripped your skirt and panties off and removed his own pants and boxers. You felt his tip start teasing your entrance as he said, “Tell me now if you don’t want to do this.”

“I want to, sir. I want you.”

That was all Yuta needed to hear to slowly push his hips forward, a loud groan leaving his mouth as he entered you. When you finally felt him inside you, you had to admit that it hurt at first. As you adjusted to the delicious stretch of his cock, however, the pain subsided until the only thing left was the dull ache of arousal. Once you were ready, you gave him permission to start moving.

When Yuta did start moving, he went slowly at first. It was too slow for you, in all honesty. You’d waited so long; finally feeling his cock made you want even more. With a soft whine, you said, “Harder, please,” your voice barely above a whisper.

Yuta didn’t need to be asked twice. Before you knew it, he was pounding into you with no mercy. It was definitely intense, but it also felt incredible. You never wanted the euphoria that he gave you to end, and he longer he fucked you, the more you considered changing your mind about quitting. Before you could think about your sudden change of plans for too long, however, Yuta found that spot inside you that had seeing stars. You cried out in pleasure, and he had to admit that the boost to his ego as he heard you screaming his name was astronomical.

Yuta felt like he was in Heaven as he fucked you. Sure, he had been with a lot of other people before, but none of them could ever compare to you. Part of it was the fact that you were absolutely gorgeous, and he found himself more and more attracted to you every time he saw you. The other part of it was that there was an emotional connection between the two of you that he rarely felt when he had sex. Of course, he knew that it wasn’t smart to continue building that connection with someone that he worked with, but to be fair, the way that he felt was rarely rational.

Just when you thought that the pleasure you were feeling couldn’t get any more intense, Yuta carefully brought one of his hands down to your pussy and started to lazily rub small circles around your clit. You felt like you were on cloud nine at this point, and all you could think about was him. The way Yuta sounded and felt as he fucked you made your brain shit off, and you really didn’t want to think about anything else.

It didn’t take much longer at all for you to feel yourself getting closer to your release, desperately wanting to come undone around Yuta’s cock. You tried to warn him that you were getting close, but before the words fully left your mouth, they were replaced by a scream of Yuta’s name as you tumbled over the edge and felt your orgasm wash over you.

Yuta continued to fuck you through your release, trying desperately to reach his own. Within minutes, he reached his peak. Before you could even complain about feeling him pull out of you, ropes of cum started to hit your ass and back while a string of expletives mixed with moans of your name fell from his lips.

As soon as he came down from his high, Yuta grabbed a pack of wipes and used them to wipe the cum off of you. Once you were cleaned up, he carefully helped you to get dressed before putting his own clothes back on. When you were both fully clothed again, he pulled you into a tight hug and whispered, “I hope you don’t think that this was just a one-time thing.”

You were quiet for a minute before you hesitantly said, “I was hoping it wouldn’t be. I like you a lot.”

“I like you too. Would you be down to do this again sometime?”

“I’ll consider it, but only if you take me on a proper date first.”

“I’d love to.”

“So, it’s a deal then?”

“It’s a deal.”

The two of you walked back to the tour bus together and discussed where you wanted to go for your first date, and when you would both be available to go. After a bit of planning, you settled on his favorite café and agreed to go the day after the two of you were scheduled to get back to your city. The idea of actually going on a date with Yuta was nerve-wracking to say the least, but it also excited you. You liked him a lot, and you couldn’t wait to get to know him better outside of the context of work.

You also decided not to quit your job as Yuta’s makeup artist. Getting to travel while doing what you loved brought you too much joy to ever want to do something else. Besides, now that Yuta knew how you felt, and now that you felt the same way, there was no longer a reason to feel awkward around him. Instead of awkwardness, there was only relief. The more you thought about it, the more certain you were that the two of you would be a great couple.

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[hazelsmirrorball]

Vampire

Pairings: Dick Grayson x Villain!Fem Reader 

Summary: Dick Grayson manipulated the upcoming strongest villain in gotham to fall for his plans. 

warnings: angst. English is not my main language

a/n: inspired by Olivia Rodrigos's Vampire. Hope you enjoy!

[MASTERLIST]

Six months. 

In and out. 

It was supposed to be that simple or at least that’s what Dick Grayson thought. All he had to do was create a fake persona and gain one of the most powerful villains in Gotham trust. He didn’t doubt his capability of pulling her in with his charm. They didn’t call him a womanizer for nothing. He was confident that the six months with (V/N) was going to be a piece of cake. But as the months passed by he didn’t know when the fake feelings towards her started to become real. It hurt him, it hurt him badly. He knew how things were going to end, yet when the sixth month came around he took her in.  Now there she was, behind the cells of Arkham Asylum wishing Nightwing was dead. 

Y/n L/n was a smart and hardworking girl. She thought of every possibility that could happen before she made a plan. That’s what got her on top of Gothams City Crime list. Every vigilante had their eyes on her and she lived for attention. But when Dick Grayson came around looking for a henchman position she agreed. Too quickly for her liking. Dealing with destroying Gotham all by herself was hard. Maybe having Dick on her side would make things easier. 

So she began giving him stupid tasks like making him clean her room or taking out the trash. But as the first months  started to pass by, Dick had more responsibility in her life. He started giving his opinion on little plans or even going on the field to beat batman with her. Dick was quick and Y/n liked that. When she noticed how Dick had taken Batman down, she knew he was someone she could trust. 

But now being locked up for seven months made her think about what happened. How she let her guard down and how Dick took advantage of her trust. Y/n used to think she was smart  but Dick made her look so naive. She was looking at everything through rose colored glasses. Sadly if you see everything through rose colored glasses you can't see the red flags. 

She let her guard down, she had to admit that at the end of the six months she was head over heels over the man. But she knew everything was an act. Her feelings towards Dick started when he defended her against the “mighty” batman. But what made her stomach turn was when she found out he was actually Nightwing, Batman's ex prodigy. The guy she had fallen for was a traitor. Six months. The way Dick had sold her  for parts. Six months of torture where Dick sold her for a forbidden paradise.

Everyone knew. 

Every Vigilante 

Every Superhero 

Every Psychopathic villain 

As Dick Grayson's reputation ascended to the world, Y/n reputation was already in a grave. Everyone had warned her. All her friends had told  her if she always worked alone without a problem why adding someone now to the mix? When you are successful. Y/n brushed it off but deep down she knew It was weird that Dick didn’t have a criminal record on him. Out of nowhere he wanted to be a criminal? A villain? That wasn’t something that would come out of nowhere. She should’ve known he was too perfect to be true. But when she tried calling Dick out he just shrugged it out. 

“Come on, V/n! We’ve been partners for a while now. I haven’t done anything to rat you out. I just want to help. Not every villain has to have an insane origin story. Your so-called friends are just waiting for your downfall. They are just crazy.” Dick replied as he cleaned a brush from Y/n’s arm. She nodded as She looked at his eyes, smiling softly. 

“Yeah, they are just crazy” 

Dick wasn’t wrong. They were praying for her downfall. But what she didn’t know was that her downfall was caused by the one that was telling her not to worry. 

Everyone laughed at her. The supposed strongest uprising villain fell for the basics. The respect she had fought so hard to get was slipping through her hands. She was about to enter The legion of doom status but now she wasn’t even in rookie status. She wouldn’t be taken seriously anymore. V/n became a joke and all thanks to Dick Grayson. Because  she knew she made some really big mistakes. But Dick made the worst one look fine. 

 Y/n should've known it was strange, he would only come out at night and when Y/n searched for him to do normal things he was nowhere to be seen. She couldn’t fathom how he was so convincing. How could he lie without flinching? It was like deep down he did have it in him. A mesmerizing, paralyzing, fucked up little thrill. A true heart of a villain. 

She didn’t have any hope. In Arkham, all she did was exist doing her normal routine. Getting deeply insulted by everyone that came her way. So when her usual routine was broken by someone escorting her to a private room to talk. She had hoped that someone decided to break her out. But as she entered the small smirk on her lips fell as she glared at the boy in front of her. 

Disdain. 

“It’s nice seeing you again” Nightwing said as he sent a small smile her way as he tapped his hands against the metal table. 

Y/n sat on the chair as she felt Dick’s gaze on her. She looked up at him and leaned in, stopping when her face was a few inches away. 

“You are pretty brave of showing up here after locking me up, asshole” Y/n replied through gritted teeth as Dick sent her a cocky little grin. 

“Well, I missed you too. It's really nice to see you're okay” He replied as he got a little closer towards her. 

“Okay? You’ve made my life a living hell these past months and then you have the decency to show up and laugh in my face.” Y/n replied as she slammed her cuffed hands against the table making an echo throughout the empty room. 

“It’s not my fault you decided to take this route. This is what happens when you break the law. You get your liberty taken away from you” Dick replied nonchalantly as he moved away resting back on the chair and resting his hands behind his head. 

“You know, if your plan was to make a mockery of me. I already have to deal with that on a daily basis so please do me a favor and fuck off” 

“Come on! I came all the way here to see how my favorite girl is doing. I had an offer for you” Dick replied as she raised an eyebrow off. 

‘What are you even talking about?” She replied, clearly annoyed, waiting for this visit to be over. She was preferring a million times to see the Riddler making a stupid joke about her.  

“I need your help. You clearly miss your freedom. So in exchange for that I’ll give you  a chance. You help me out on a mission and you’ll be free” He replied like it was the simplest thing in the world. 

“Since when do those a stupid little birds have so much power?” She replied, laughing sarcastically at him. Dick rolled his eyes as he placed papers in front of her. 

“I don’t. But Batman does and we need your intel on everything. So if you help out you’ll get your cut. I would take it if I were you.  He doesn’t usually work with criminals, "he replied, tapping the paper in front of her. 

“Well he works with you on a daily basis so I can’t tell the difference.” Y/n replied dryly as she pushed the paper away. 

“Is this or rooting away in Gotham” Dick replied, taking the papers slowly. 

“I prefer rooting in hell than working for the devil himself” 

“Y/n. Hear me out, I care for you and I don’t want someone I love to root in this place. So please take it. I’m not going to ask again” 

Love? Dick said love, but wouldn't that be hard? He can't love anyone, Because that would mean he had a heart. As much as Y/n wanted to say no deep down she knew she couldn’t get revenge on Nightwing if she was locked in Gotham so this was her only chance at the moment. The perfect way to get Dick back. Playing his own little game, getting his trust and then stabbing him on the back. 

“Fine. But it’s because I can’t deal with the Joker anymore” 

“Well, it’s nice that you finally picked the right side. This time we will be good partners.” 

Oh Nightwing, you’re fucked.

[MASTERLIST]

[kiwibongos]

warning for ab/se & toxic relationships. and sdr2 spoilers duh

im thinking abt the remnants of despair. cause i hate how it just seemed to be like, "theyre suddenly brainwashed and then they turn evilll and they kill because they dont feel anything" like, i hate that. it feels so underdeveloped. it cant just be despair, it has to be deeper than that, i think it'd take personal angles and link with a lot of their own trauma, leaving them really vulnerable and deranged. so heres my own interpretation and headcanons for some of them

contains mikan, nagito, fuyuhiko, peko, akane, kazuichi, and brief analysis of the rest. keep in mind i havent seen the animes yet lol so this is a basic layer of it, but i just rly wanted to let this out cus i dont see it talked about. storing my brainrot here for later moments.

first of all i feel like the brainwashing would be a very slow process bc junko would definitely just manipulate everyone in her way to get what she wants. and by the time the world was plagued basically, all the remnants clearly had really unhealthy feelings related to junko specifically. they all love her, hate her, or praise her, but its all in very different ways that would be bc of their own personal backstories

we all know how mikan and nagito feel. mikan was constantly hurt by other people before junko herself, itd make sense for her to develop a very unhealthy attachment to her. mikan was extremely vulnerable and controllable, she would do anything for anyone and especially junko, just so no one is mad at her, hence why it got so twisted to the point where she wanted to keep a part of her inside forever. she wanted to be loved so badly, she would take whatever form of it she could. thats why it was so easy for junko to get her under her boot. now nagito has an odd love-hate relationship with junko imo (his mind is so messed up man) even if he praises hope in such a grossly obsessed way, the mf still TOOK her arm. i know he did it because he hated her so much and i guess to take power back, but i feel like because nagito had never really been loved, he wanted to try and feel what it could've been like out of some kind of confused desperation and fondness for her in a way, because his mind has no idea what those feelings truly are or what they mean, as hatred and love often get mixed up in his head and form this horrible amalgamation with whoever he meets, which is clear towards the survivors in the nwp anyway

fuyuhiko put junko's own eye into his own socket, and i feel like his relationship with her while in despair would be familial and extremely unhealthy. he is definitely one of the most fucked up to me. id say by my own headcanons though its heavily implied in his fte dialogues, is his parents are very ab/usive right from the start. fuyuhiko is messed up to all hell, he was constantly struck and under pressure but he had to be strong and perfect because he was the head of his clan, hence like his insane tolerance for pain. he had to make his clan, or more importantly his parents proud, or else he was a failure forever. so he clung onto that and did his best trying to be good enough for basically anyone. and even before despair he was in a really bad stubborn, mean, depressive state, leaving him far more vulnerable and more open to violent, impulsive actions as long as junko was smart enough to get him under her finger. fuyuhiko never knew what true love felt like (platonic or not), and when junko took advantage of all of that and he slowly fell into despair, shit hit the fan. he lost morality and he had come so attached to her to the point where junko was like a mother figure to him. he wanted her to notice him and be proud basically, it was moreso the idea of someone-- anyone-- being proud of him, but junko was his main focus of that by now, given his state. to him she was like the mother he never had, who seemed to be on the same terms with everything he had believed, someone who approved of him, so he wanted to make her proud, even if it was hurting him. fuyuhiko would keep digging himself a hole of desperation and self destruction, seeking more and more pain to test his endurance because it's what she wanted, and that became what he wanted, too, because pain is all he's used to. and because of that, makotos guess was right; he wanted to see her despair. it'd make sense he'd want to take a part of her, to see horrors she had witnessed so he could understand it, so she could be proud of him and part of him forever. he felt like if he did that, he would finally succeed, he'd achieve perfection, and he did. he'd done everything junko wanted him to do, while quenching his own thirst for violence itself, all via his own delusions. that was love to him and it felt real

as for peko she was definitely also treated the same in the kuzuryu family but more dehumanized obviously, so i think she'd feel a similar way; always needing to be good enough, but more specifically protecting the ones she cares about at all costs even if it results in bloodshed. i think she'd be a lot colder, forcing to suppress her feelings since she just has to follow fuyuhiko wherever he goes, and she was pretty much as insane as him as well so anything slid. i know peko doesnt want to be a tool, but she'd definitely succumb to the fact that she has to be one when they're under despair at the same time, and if she was going to be his tool, she has to be like a robot and just do what follows, because she didn't see herself as a person, her chance of being her own human was ripped away

as for akane, she grew up very poor, and didn't live a good life at all either (w/ definitely bad parents) but she always tried her very best taking care of her siblings in the past, despite everything. i think there was a lot of twisted familial love with junko whom she started to see as a sister despite being unrelated, just because of being a caretaker all her life, its just kind of instinct to protect anyone, but that just got mixed up as she fell into despair, and she would only protect junko, while chaotically killing anyone else in her way. she'd fight for her endlessly, she was one of the strongest, at least for a while, im thinkin she found her body and wanted to preserve it as much as possible by the end of everything, she still wanted to take care of her and do everything for her even if she had been too late. and with that, and barely any food in an apocalyptic world, the inevitable happens. akane would fall into a very hurtful spiral of self hate, that her starving was a sacrifice to junko so she could prioritize her first instead of herself, while also it being like a punishment to herself for her own failures and how she was failing to preserve junko

kazuichi always hated himself. he was bullied often, didn’t have a lot of friends going into high school, and he was very desperate for attention, especially from women. he’d be very notably attached to junko which would eventually evolve into romantic feelings, similar to mikan. he craved attention and validation so much, it left him very vulnerable, and kazuichi often grows attached to people who show him a sliver of kindness anyway, so junko would likely personally manipulate him and praise him, and they’d grow close, and he’d develop a very strong attachment towards her that derails into love and lust. and once he was influenced by her under despair, he would do anything for her. so, he’d get his hands on a lot of weapons, and go on mindless killing sprees, causing havoc 24/7 just to please her and keep her memory alive through despair. and deep in his mind, he probably truly thought that junko was his soulmate, that they were destined to be together, and he was fulfilling missions just for her, and in the end, they could be together

extra stuff i guess? as anyone would expect, sonia just became a corrupted leader and took advantage of her power under despair. her kingdom would try to keep her above it, but she’d fall into it somehow anyway, and probably had already been plagued by corrupt/unjust views by junko before, so she’d lead her people to worship junko the same way she does, and anyone who stood against it would be punished severely. mahiru falls into morbid curiosity because of junko and gets worse, given what she does with her camera, also both mikan and gundham would try to stitch junko up a little, and try to keep her from falling apart as long as possible. mikan is more likely to do that for her own twisted romantic purposes, but if gundham gets a hold of her before or after mikan, he would take her blood for himself, and most likely start a cult to worship her, all for like weird satanic purposes involving rituals and stuff. he’d also encourage his members or the other remnants to indulge in certain activities for the sake of praising her. gundham would probably even believe she was some demon from the underworld who granted him powers and chose him to carry on her legacy

also teruteru was just a little hungry. boys gotta eat

[midnightlazule]

{NSFW} 2: All bets off [Wire x AFAB!reader x Bubblegum]

Summary | Wire and Bubblegums' incapability to get along leads to you figuring out about their bets, which leads to them getting 'punished'.

CW | AFAB reader / she/her pronouns / threesome / anal / mentions of pegging / use of dildo for blowjob purpose / m on m sex / cock warming / exhibitionism / p in v sex / some soft moments / small moment of Wire thinking his only worth is his cock.

"Aren't you going to get up and party a bit?" House questioned, standing next to you and Wire. The crew had just recently docked at the Kid Pirates' island, and while everyone was around eating and partying, you were currently seated in Wires lap.

He had his arms lazily wrapped around you, holding you against him while seated in one of the many benches that dotted the room.

"I-I think I'm good" You gave her a flustered smile, trying to hold back the groan that threatened to slip from your lips. "Are you sure?" she glanced at Wire, "I can go find Bubblegum to accompany if Wire doesn't want to."

"She said she's fine" Wire spoke up, looking at House, "she's just a bit stuffed right now, dancing might make her sick."

House stared at Wire, cocking an eyebrow she refrained from questioning further. "Alright well, if you change your mind I'll be over with Reck and Quincy" She gave you a small wave before walking off.

"You had to phrase it like that?" you whimpered.

"It's the truth ain't it?" Wire snickered, "Besides, I don't hear you complaining" feeling his hands grasp at your hips, you whined as he adjusted you. "Plus that dress of yours is keeping everything relatively hidden, so it's not like anyone can see what's really going on."

Wire had a smug look on his face as you kept silent. He hadn't quite expected the night to turn out like this either, but he wasn't complaining. It was the last day he had with you before Bubblegum had his turn, and he knew just how badly Bubblegum was itching to have you after waiting almost two weeks.

So he wanted to make it count.

At first he figured he could just whisk you away to some unused room, maybe even a closet. But when you came into the castle wearing that dress? Those thoughts were quickly thrown out the window. Wire couldn't really help himself, already feeling rather hot and heavy, his desperation to get you on his cock was really testing him and his patience.

But tonight he forced himself to be patient, or at least tried to.

When you had finally made your way over to him, it took you no time at all to notice the tent in his pants. He had grabbed you before you could make some kind of joke, sitting you down right onto his erection. You had offered to go to a room, claiming there were plenty empty, but Wire insisted that it was fine.

He was well aware that taking you to an empty room would've been a hell of a lot easier. He'd have the advantage of doing whatever he wanted, but that didn't sound fun to him. He wanted something a bit more exhilarating, more risky.

And with you wearing that dress? It had filled his mind with all sorts of ideas.

But the one that really stuck out to him, was having you discreetly cock-warming him out in the commons area of the castle.

Now, he knew you weren't much of an exhibitionist, but you were certainly welcoming of this idea of his just as long as if the both of you didn't get caught. Of course he already knew that even if he were to get caught stuffing you that his crew wouldn't give a shit.

Once he went through the vexing process of discreetly un-doing in his shorts and getting you seated, he could barely keep himself quiet watching you squirm on his cock. You were trying so hard to keep a straight face while everyone else remained unaware, and it sent a delicious shiver up his spine.

Thankfully, no one had noticed the rather odd behavior as all of them were far too busy drinking, eating, and conversing with one another.

Well.

Everyone but one person.

Bubblegum sat a few benches down from you and Wire, an empty cup in his hands and a scowl on his face.

He was more than pissed off with Wire, the fact that the man was so adamant on having you every second of everyday was completely and utterly annoying.

And here Bubblegum thought he acted like a love-sick fool.

Now, Bubblegum really couldn't sit here and say he didn't act the same with you, he knew it was his jealousy causing such a scornful attitude, but could anyone really blame him? His lover, the woman he'd sink fleets of Marine ships for (or at least attempt to), was constantly being whisked away from him by the man he agreed to share you with.

Taking his eyes off of you and Wire, he laid his head back against the rough walls of the castle and groaned. He knew he only had to wait a few more hours.

Then he'd finally have you again.

Setting his empty cup down, he rubbed his face before turning to look toward you and Wire again. Anger bubbled in his chest when his eyes met with Wires', the man had been staring at him with a smug look on his face.

Glaring at him, he gave Wire the dirtiest look he could muster before flipping him off. Though, this seemed to fuel Wire further, prompting him to trail his hand down your thigh. Bubblegums' breath caught in his throat as he watched, a shiver running through his body as Wire slowly peeled back the fabric of your dress, exposing his body connected with yours.

Forcing back a groan, Bubblegum watched with wide eyes, his face growing a deep crimson. Facing forward, he placed his hands on his lap and kept his eyes trained on the floor. His heart was racing, and suddenly his mouth felt very very dry.

He was angry with Wire just moments ago, what the fuck was this sudden change? It couldn't be because of his past relationship with the man, that was a long time ago.

His emotions were a flurry, the most prominent being confusion. He had found that display confusingly arousing, and strangely enough, it was the sight of Wires' cock buried deep inside you that turned him on.

He hasn't felt that way for Wire in months.

Getting up from his seat, he made his way towards the front door of the castle with a few quick strides. His feelings and thoughts were far too confusing, and staying in the stuffiness of the castle filled with his crewmates wasn't exactly helping.

He wanted to be angry, to be upset and jealous, to curse Wires' name. But he couldn't. All of his anger felt as if it had been washed away, and any hint of his jealousy was gone. All he felt now was a strong feeling of need.

One he hadn't felt since his last time with Wire.

Rubbing his face with frustration, he tried to calm his beating heart. He didn't want to risk popping a boner on his way back to ship, there was no telling who was outside. He didn't want anyone else seeing him like this lest they question why he's so pent up.

Kicking a pebble as he walked, he figured taking a shower and dealing with his problem would be the best way to go about this. He'd go ahead and crash in your room seeing as you'd likely be spending the night up in the castle with Wire anyways.

He huffed at that thought, he really did want to spend time with you.

Wire had watched Bubblegums' expressions closely during the whole ordeal, he was fully aware of Bubblegums' jealousy and the fact that he was counting down the seconds before finally having you in his arms again. But something about that face of his was different, it wasn't his usual jealous facial expression, it was one he hadn't seen in a good long while.

Memories flashed behind Wires' eyes, the images of himself and Bubblegum tangled up in bed sheets, the pitiful expressions he'd make while being fucked raw, it made him throb.

Your small moan brought him back to the present time, offering a small kiss of apology against the shell of your ear, he slowly lifted you off of him. You whined, looking back at him with a confused expression, Wire mouthed 'wait' while he got himself situated back into his pants.

"I'll explain in a moment, lets get to the ship."

------

"Can you slow down?" you whined, trying to keep up with Wire as he made his way down towards the ship. He hadn't explained much, claiming Bubblegum had a strange look on his face and that he was 'worried about him'. You were well aware that that wasn't the case, having felt him lift your dress just to show Bubblegum your connected bodies, you had even caught a glimpse of his red face as he got up and left.

You've never really paid much attention to how your two boys felt about each other, knowing that the both of them were jealous of one another, but you were growing more and more certain that their feelings slipped past the bounds of 'just jealousy'. Of course this wasn't a problem, if anything you were happy they were growing to like each other more and more, it would make being with the two of them much more easier on your part.

You just hoped it wouldn't result in them losing feelings for you, though you had your doubts that would happen.

"Do you want me to carry you?" Wire slowed for a moment, looking down at you with a cocked brow. He didn't give you the chance to answer before kneeling down and grabbing you, slinging you over his shoulder and causing your dress to fly up. Wire was quick to smooth the fabric down, muttering a quick 'sorry' he chuckled. "Why couldn't you hold me against your chest like a gentleman?" you scoffed.

"I'm a pirate sweetheart, we're not chivalrous" he'd keep his hand on your ass, a smug grin on his face as he kept forward. "Fuck you" you huffed.

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After a ten minute trek (Wire had carried you the whole way) you both made it to the ship. You swore Wire had some kind of special power of seeing in the dark, you knew humans naturally had night vision, but not nearly as good as Wires'. It reminded you of Heats' natural ability to spit fire, though, that in itself was completely unnatural.

You supposed everyone in Kids' crew had their strange quirks.

"He's likely finished with his shower by now" you spoke, smoothing down your dress as Wire lowered you to the ground.

Wire shrugged, "even if he is that won't be a problem."

"So what exactly is your plan?" you questioned, looking up at Wire with a cocked eyebrow. A smirk stretched his lips, "you'll see here in a few, come on, let's go to my room. I have something I want to grab before we go and find Bubblegum."

You frowned, not liking that your questions were going unanswered, "annnnd what exactly are we grabbing from your room?" you questioned further. You knew you'd get the answers to your questions before long, but impatience and curiosity was gnawing at you like no tomorrow.

"Patience"

At the very least, you knew he was up to something, and if your guesses were correct, it had something to do with that box of toys he always kept hidden away in his room. You knew there was a great deal of kinky shit stored away in it, and it left you wracking your brain on what it was he was wanting to grab.

Was he getting cuffs? Sounding rods? Maybe a few butt-plugs?

You were intrigued.

Finally making it to his room, he opened the door and switched on the light. "Get over to the bed" he muttered, making a bee-line for his closet. Your earlier guess had been correct as you watched him pull out the all too familiar box. Making his way toward the bed, he plopped it down and began rummaging through it, p0ulling out various kinds of toys; all different colors, shapes, and sizes.

Watching in silence, you bit back the questions that bubbled forth. You kept repeating to yourself in your head that your questions would be answered, you didn't want to annoy Wire with your mindless pestering.

A smile stretched over Wires lips as he pulled out a harness of sorts, and you finally realized what all of this was about. The harness he had grabbed had straps, ones that clearly went around your waist and legs with a triangular bit of leather and fabric that held four identical straps, each with their own button that circled and held around a silicone ring.

"You want me to peg him?" you blurted out, staring at Wire with wide eyes.

"Well, either you peg him or have him give you a blowjob" he shrugged, tossing you the harness. You looked it over, running your fingers over the fabric and faux leather. It was clearly well-made and didn't seem as if it would hurt the wearer at all.

"So.. the plan is to what? Eiffel Tower him?" you snorted at the vivid mental image that popped up in your minds eye. "He'll probably die if he has to take your cock up the ass."

"It wouldn't be the first time he's had me up his ass" Wire smirked, "besides, he makes for a damn good mutt, get him on his hands and knees and he'll practically fuck himself on you."

Your eyes shot open, and your jaw fell slack. "You two have...? When was this?" You've not once seen either of them together, and when they were they looked ready to rip each other's throats out. "While ago" Wire shrugged, "is it a problem?"

"No, no, not at all.. just surprised" you shrugged. "Is it really that surprising though?" he quirked an eyebrow, staring at you. "Bubblegum isn't the only man I've fucked, I've fucked Heat too-"

"Oookay.. anyways" you cut in, "what exactly are we planning? Which dildo will I be using?"

Shaking his head and scoffing, Wire couldn't hide his amusement "For someone who's into kinky things you sure can't stand hearing about me fucking other men."

"It's not that, I see heat as a brother, and any thought of him like that is just.. eesh" you shuddered, face scrunching at the thought. "Right..." Wire muttered, focusing back onto the box of toys. He seemed slightly disappointed.

Pulling out a purple dildo, Wire hummed, it would be a perfect fit for the harness. "This is the one you'll be using, works well with that harness, fits like a glove too" he tossed it your way. You were quick to slip it into the harness, wiggling it around, you were pleased to see that it didn't slip out at all. "You'll be wearing it, dumbass, it won't be able to slip out."

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, but said nothing.

"Anyways" he started, "it looks like you've got everything on your end figured out, I doubt you'll be grabbing much more so let me get this cleaned up and we can go" he was quick to get everything he had tossed out back into the box.

Keeping out a thing of rope, you didn't have to question him to know what it was going to be used for. "Alright, come on" he ushered you towards the door of his bedroom, turning off the light, he closed the door behind himself.

The both of you made haste with getting to your room, it wasn't at all a long walk, and thankfully there didn't seem to be a soul awake on the ship to question why you and Wire were carrying such questionable things.

Getting to your door and slipping into your room, Wire was hot on your heels as he followed you inside. It was no surprise to find Bubblegum sitting on your bed, his hair was missing its usual style, having washed out all of the gel. You had to keep yourself from doting over how long it was.

Bubblegum was quick to notice you, looking rather happy at your presence, he moved to get up from the bed before noticing Wire. Eyes flickered between the both of you, and his smile was quickly replaced with an annoyed frown. You, however, didn't notice as you made your way toward the bathroom. "I'm going to go get changed, why don't you get Bubblegum all settled?" you glanced at Wire who gave you a small nod.

Bubblegum was about to question what you meant by getting him 'all settled' before you changed trajectory and made your way toward him. "Quick detour" you smiled, wedging yourself in between his legs, you placed your hand son his cheeks and brought yourself forward. A surprised groan left his lips as you gave him a rather needy kiss, though before he could wrap his arms around your middle you pushed yourself away and vanished into the bathroom.

Watching you leave with lidded eyes and a half-erect cock, he was quickly reminded of the other presence in the room. Swiftly getting up from his spot on the bed, he stood to his full height and glared at Wire. "What are you doing here?" he questioned, a frown pulled at his lips. "The bet we made is over, it's technically the next day, and that means it's my week with her."

Wire made no effort of acknowledging Bubblegum as he placed down the rope he had brought with him, placing them down on the bedside table, he was careful to not knock over the lube you had sitting. "I'm talking to you" Bubblegum growled.

Clicking his tongue and rolling his eyes, Wire turned to look at Bubblegum. "I don't understand why you've got your panties in such a twist, if you can't stand this whole arrangement then why did you agree to it?"

Gritting his teeth and taking a step closer to Wire, he felt his anger rising. "I'm upset because you're constantly hogging her! I've barely been able to spend time with her these last two weeks, and you can't sit here and act like she hasn't noticed you playing keep away!"

Wire snorted, "Have you maybe considered that she was aware the whole time and just didn't want to spend time with you?" he crossed his arms, a smug grin on his face. Bubblegum opened his mouth, wanting to say something but ultimately deciding the punishment was worth it. Wire was still his superior, he could still get in trouble for saying something out of line, but that did not quell the anger that raging within him.

"You really need to stop making bets with me if this is how you're going to act. If you can't stand losing then don't bother playing" Wire took a step back, turning his back to Bubblegum, he opted to remove his cloak before the sound of you clearing your throat startled him.

Turning to look, his eyes met with yours.

"So this is why you two have been acting like cats and dogs? You've been making bets?" You shook your head, clearly disappointed. It was hard to be intimidated with you standing there completely naked with only the harness on (which was of course completed with the purple dildo standing proud).

"I've told the both of you I don't want to be fought over like some trophy, I'm not some object either of you can win with bets and petty games." Bubblegum opened his mouth to speak, but you held up a finger, stopping him. "I don't want to hear it" you glared, "from either of you."

"I'll be taking charge tonight, you two will do as I say, any objections?" you looked at Wire, challenging him to go against you. He may be your superior, but you were still his lover, and as far as you were concerned, your commands ran supreme at this given moment.

He (much to your delight) kept his mouth shut, but his eyes remained on you as you made your way toward the chair that sat adjacent from your bed. "Both of you get undressed, once you're out of your clothes, I want you-" you pointed toward Bubblegum, "-to get onto the bed, hands and knees."

Sitting down, you made yourself comfortable while keeping your legs spread so that your false cock was visible. "And Wire, I want you to grab the rope you had brought" you instructed. "Bind his arms behind his back, after that, get undressed and get behind him."

"And make it quick" you rested your elbow on the arm of the chair and placed your chin on the back of your hand. Both men remained still, not having moved yet as they both looked at you dumbly. Wire hadn't expected this sudden burst of dominance from you, and Bubblegum didn't quite know how to feel other than slightly overwhelmed with the fact that you had a harness on, and Wire was most certainly going to be fucking him.

He shuddered in both fear and arousal, remembering how large Wire was and how he absolutely missed that full feeling he'd always get having Wire stuff his ass.

"Did I stutter?" you raised your voice, glaring at both men.

Bubblegum was the first to move, haphazardly pulling off his clothing while Wire stood still. You raised an eyebrow, watching him with curiosity and mock annoyance. "Well? Aren't you going to get to work?" you motioned for him to move. Smirking, he finally began stripping away his clothes, though doing so slowly as if trying to tease you. You didn't miss the clear tent in his pants, and you certainly didn't miss Bubblegums' erect cock either.

But it was clear Wire was wanting to get some kind of reaction out of you, to see you falter. But you stayed still, watching him with a bored expression. "Chop chop, you're moving at a snails pace" you glanced at Bubblegum, "and we don't have all day, someone looks exceptionally  needy" motioning towards him with a smirk.

He was already on the bed, positioned on all fours in a doggy style position. You could see pre-cum leaking from his erect cock, along with his reddening face. You were using every ounce of willpower you had to not show how much you were enjoying this whole display, but you couldn't lie and say you didn't want to watch Bubblegum get turned into a sniveling mess by Wires' cock.

Though you were sure it was written plain as day on your face.

And of course you weren't going to let Wire have all the fun. You wanted to punish him too, you just weren't sure how. You didn't want to peg him, you were sure he wouldn't mind, but with his size compared to yours, the positions would be all too awkward.

Edging maybe? The man was a pro at holding himself back, but just how long was he capable of holding back? There was a limit with everything, and you were curious.

But your curiosity was quickly forgotten as a smack echoed out, followed with Bubblegum yelping and Wire saying something under his breath. You pushed away your thoughts and focused back onto your two lovers, figuring out how to punish Wire could wait.

You had to bite back a groan when you witnessed the site in front of you; Wire was overtop Bubblegum tying his arms behind his back. He was pushed into the mattress with his ass pushed right up against Wires' erect cock. There was a red welt on his ass in the shape of a hand, and you immediately understood. Bubblegum was probably giving Wire a hard time, that wasn't unusual.

You couldn't help but giggle, watching as Wire finally tied the rope and yanked it back as if to make sure it wouldn't come undone. "Something funny?" he looked at you. "Just enjoying the show you two are putting on" you smiled, not bothering to hide the fact that you were staring at his throbbing dick.

"Keep on going" you motioned with your other hand, "I never said you could stop."

Bubblegum whimpered, feeling Wire pull back the rope once again.

"You remember the safe word?" Wire asked, looking down at Bubblegum who peered at him with a rather bashful expression. A groan left Wire, he couldn't sit here and deny the fact that Bubblegum looked absolutely divine below him, whimpering and shaking like the damned mutt he is with his hair all sprawled out, looking nothing short of a halo.

It reminded him of the first time he and Bubblegum had gotten together, it hadn't been under the greatest circumstances, having gotten so riled up after a bloody fight with marines. The both of them went right at it on the deck, surrounded by not only fellow crewmates but the dead bodies of various slaughtered marines as well. It was a fuck he'd never forget, filled with nothing but primal need, but this? Something about this was far more intimate than all the other times he had been with Bubblegum, maybe it was the fact that he and Bubblegum were technically in a relationship.

Whatever it was, it could be figured out later.

Focusing back on Bubblegum, he waited for an answer.

"It's red" he whimpered, his eyes still on Wires'.

"Good" Wire reached forward, grabbing the bottle of lube he had left on the pillow next to Bubblegums' head. Opening the cap, he squirted a rather generous amount onto his hand and got to work lathering it over Bubblegums asshole.

He flinched at the sudden coldness against his hole, having not felt that sensation in a long while. "I'll go slow" Wire spoke softly, "let me know if it hurts."

You watched as Wire worked the lube over his cock, having to keep yourself from rubbing your thighs together as you watched his cock throb, you desperately wanted to feel it inside of you again. You hadn't been lucky enough to finish on him earlier while you were cock warming him, the feeling of him throbbing inside of you, or the way he'd 'adjust you' causing him to slip out just a little before sinking back in had been absolutely divine.

But you knew better than to give Wire the satisfaction of knowing you were needy at that given moment. This was meant to be a punishment for him and Bubblegum, not for you.

Bubblegum let out a drawn-out whine as Wire pushed his tup in, arching his back and pulling at his restraints, Wire kept him still. "Fuck" Wire cursed, "forgot how right you are.. been so long" he groaned, pushing in a little farther. Bubblegum shuddered in response, muffled babbles of incomprehensible words fell from his lips as Wire continued to work himself into Bubblegums' ass. It took a few more long minutes before Wire finally bottomed out, the feeling of it causing both men to let out throaty groans.

A quiet groan left your lips, feeling your pussy clench around nothing, you mentally cursed yourself for not bringing any kind of stimulation for yourself. It was getting unbearable, and seeing the bulge of Wires' cock inside Bubblegum wasn't helping in the slightest.

Wire glanced at you, a quick smug grin graced his lips before falling back into a pleasured expression as he rolled his hips. "Let me know when I can move" he groaned, holding Bubblegum by his hips. Bubblegum whimpered, pushing his ass back against Wire, giving him his answer. Without wasting a second, Wire was quick to set his brutal pace, pumping in and out of Bubblegum. The loud surprised yell, followed by a series of curses and moans were pulled from the blue haired man.

Wire reached forward, grabbing hold of the rope, he pulled Bubblegum back. Lifting his front up from the mattress as his body violently jerked forward with every brutal thrust. His eyes were wide open, mouth in a perfect 'o' shape as Wire gave him little to no mercy.

You were truthfully a little startled, not expecting Wire to be so brutal with his pace so suddenly. You had thought he'd given Bubblegum some time to adjust, then again they've done this more times than you could count (or so you assume). "You gunna sit there watching like a cabin boy witnessing his first pair a tits?" Wire growled, "You said you were takin charge, so what's your next command?" he looked at you for just a moment before focusing back onto Bubblegum.

You continued to watch with Wide eyes before swallowing, setting your thoughts straight you finally spoke. "Keep doing what you're doing, Bubblegum isn't allowed to cum" you paused for a moment, "if he does, I'm sure you have some kind of punishment in mind... I'll grant you that much lee way." Wire tilted his head back, closing his eyes for a moment he groaned.

"Understood" he panted, stopping with his thrusts for just a moment, he rutted against Bubblegum and pulled the man up by his restrains. Curling his free hand around Bubblegums' chest, he held him as close as he could without hurting him. "Ya hear that?" Wire growled in his ear, "I'm sure you haven't forgotten your usual punishment whenever you disobey.. right?" he mused, taking sadistic glee in memories that had been long stuffed away.

"Yes-" Bubblegum shivered, groaning as Wires cock throbbed inside of him, "yes sir."

Wire groaned in approval.

Lowering Bubblegum back to the mattress, he resumed with his brutal thrusts, keeping the rope to his restraints wrapped around a hand. "You tell me when you're close" Wire spoke. Loud vulgar moans filled the room as Bubblegum was pulled back p, allowing his voice to carry instead of remaining muffled in the blanket and pillows below him. "'m cl-close!" he cried out, body twitching as he neared his release.

Wire immediately stilled, but that didn't keep Bubblegum from pushing back up against Wire, his back arching further as he shot strings of cum that coated the blankets below him. Wire tsked, clearly displeased by Bubblegums' lack of self-control. "Fucking mutt" he growled, "did that on purpose didn't you? That fucking eager to get punished? Count."

You watched as Wire kept Bubblegum up by his restraints, using his other hand, he raised it and brought it down against Bubblegums' ass. A loud 'SMACK' rang around the room, followed with a groan. "One" Bubblegum whimpered.

"Wait" you stopped Wire, getting up from your spot, you figured it was time you took part in the fun. Wire lowered his hand, placing it against Bubblegums lower back, he waited, his eyes watching you with mild curiosity.

Crawling up onto the bed, you got in front of Bubblegum, placing a hand under his chin, you could feel the slickness of saliva that coated his chin. A wicked smile stretched your lips as you wiped the drool from his chin and brought it down to your false dick, coating it. "I told you you weren't allowed to cum, didn't I?" you cooed, looking down at him. "Now, be a good boy and put that mouth to use, I don't want to hear a peep out of you."

"But-" Bubblegum started, looking back at Wire with wide eyes. You glanced up at Wire, raising an eyebrow, you waited for him to go against your words. "Go on" Wire motioned, he understood what it was you were doing, and he had absolutely no objections to it.

Bubblegum felt a small twinge of fear in his chest, he knew counting was going to be near impossible while your fake cock was down his throat, so how was he supposed to please you and Wire at the same time?

"Well?" you mused, "get to work."

Bubblegum said nothing as he lowered his head, placing his lips around the soft silicone of your false dick, he kept his eyes on you as he took it down his throat. It was a strange feeling, but not completely unwelcome, just slightly uncomfortable. The silicone felt far too hard against his tongue, and it prodded his throat in a way that didn't feel natural.

But the worries of how the dildo felt in his mouth were quickly forgotten once he felt Wires' hand leave him, feeling a slight bit of dread build up in his gut, he closed his eyes and prepared for the slap to come. His body jerked when Wires hand came down and made contact, the stinging pain turned into a small simmering pleasure that welled in his abdomen, causing his cock to throb as it slowly hardened once again.

Attempting to move his head back to count, he felt your hand on his head, your fingers tangled with his hair as you pushed him back down. A muffled groan left him, one that was supposed to be a "two" but it was barely incomprehensible.

Wire tsked, "Worthless Mutt, can't even do something as simple as count" bringing his hand down again, Bubblegum jerked as it made contact. Another muffled cry slipped from him as he tried to count the number three, but once again, it wasn't comprehendible. Wire continued to bring his hand down, and you mentally counted up to nine before seeing Bubblegums' eyes flash with pain.

Motioning for Wire to stop, you pulled out of Bubblegums' mouth and placed a hand under his chin, keeping his head up. "'m fine-" Bubblegum whimpered, "just not.. used to this, been a while" he shuddered, feeling Wire rub at the red hand shaped welts on his ass. "Do you want to stop?" you asked, "I can run a bath for you... would you like that?"

"I can go shower myself... You still have Wire to punish don't you?" Bubblegum chuckled, wincing in pain as Wire pulled out of him. "I'll get him a bath started" Wire spoke up, disappearing into the bathroom for a moment, he came back with a couple of towels. Setting them on the bed, he made quick work of undoing Bubblegums wrist restraints.

Groaning in both relief and pain as his arms were finally free from the position they had been stuck in for the past hour or so, he slowly sat up and moved them around. Picking up one of the towels Wire had given you, you were quick to wipe down the smeared cum that stuck to Bubblegums' abdomen. "I'm a little disappointed" Bubblegum chuckled, sitting back.

"Why?" you questioned.

"Thought you were going to peg me" he admitted, "I was honestly a little excited about it, but I'm not complaining about having Wire fuck me again."

"I'll peg you another day" You shook your head and smiled, "Right now I think you're too fucked out and sore to think about having this up your ass."

"Could've been worse" Bubblegum shrugged. You shook your head, placing the towel on the floor, you got started on loosening the harness, letting it slip and fall to the floor, you let out a small sigh. It was nice not having that thing on after a good hour of wearing it, the straps got pretty uncomfortable rubbing your skin raw.

"Bath is ready" Wire poked his head out, ushering Bubblegum forward. "Do you need help?" you asked, watching Bubblegum as he slowly pushed himself off the bed. "'m fine, not that far of a walk." You watched as he wobbled toward the bathroom, wincing at the deep red that contrasted greatly against his pale skin. You silently thanked the fact that Wire knew how to hold back with you, you'd be crying like a baby if he spanked you that hard.

"___" Bubblegum looked back at you, "do me a favor and make sure Wire gets his punishment" he quirked a smile, "asshole deserves it."

You couldn't help but chuckle, "okay, I'll do that, for you... And Bubblegum?"

He cocked an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue.

"I love you."

"I love you too" he smiled before vanishing into the bathroom.

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Bubblegum and Wire were in the bathroom long enough for you to get the bedroom tidied up, cleaning off the dildo you had used, and stripping the bed of its soiled sheets. You thankfully kept an extra set of bedsheets in your closet specifically for things like this. Laying down on your freshly made bed, you sighed and looked up at the ceiling. You were tired, it was nearing dawn, and you haven't gotten a lick of sleep. You wanted to stay up, to make sure you could dish out Wires' punishment per Bubblegums request, but sleepiness was winning as it pulled at your eyelids.

Giving in to your urge to sleep, you stayed curled up sideways on your bed.

Shuffling and the sounds of mumbling slowly woke you up from your slumber, opening your eyes and slowly sitting up from your spot, you realized both of your boys were asleep. They were on either side of you, successfully sandwiching you between themselves. The mumbling started up again, and you realized it was Bubblegum sleep talking.

A small smile graced your lips, reaching up and running a finger against his cheek, you turned and faced Wire. His hair still looked slightly damp, and he smelt fresh, no doubt having joined Bubblegum in the shower. Looking toward the porthole window in your room, you could see light shining through the makeshift curtain.

Kid was likely awake, and probably wondering where you and the two boys were, but he knew better than to barge into your room unannounced lest he walks in on you getting it on with your lovers. He learned from his mistake, thankfully, though you were sure he enjoyed what he saw.

Unfortunately for him, Wire didn't like sharing (Bubblegum being the only exception, along with Heat, but you see him as a brother).

Getting ready to fall back asleep, you couldn't help but notice the very noticeable tent under the blankets, namely where Wire was sleeping. It gave you a wonderful idea of what you wanted to do for his punishment. Pulling the blanket back, you were pleasantly surprised to find him completely nude, likely far too tired (or lazy) to pull on any kind of clothing after his shared shower with bubblegum.

Scooting forward, you curled a hand around his base and lowered your head. Wrapping your lips around his tip, you lightly sucked as you ran your tongue over his slit, earning a sleepy groan from the man. Keeping your eyes trained on his face, you worked his cock deeper into your mouth. You couldn't help but groan around his cock, glancing toward Bubblegum, you took note of his eyes still being shut, you didn't want to wake him.

Wires' hands twitched as you groaned, the vibrations causing him to jerk his hips which resulted in his cock bucking further into your throat. Gagging, you breathed through your nose and steadied yourself before continuing. Bobbing your head over him, you pressed your tongue flat against the underside of his shaft, earning a few more grunts and groans from him.

Bringing your other hand up, you lightly cupped Wires' ballsack and massaged it, making sure to do it just as he likes. Taking him even farther down your throat, you could feel his pubes tickling the tip of your nose as you nearly made it to his base. A string of curses left Wires' lips as he slowly awoke, eyes fluttering open, he looked down and stared at you with wide eyes. He wasn't expecting to be woken up to such a sight, this was certainly new.

"Couldn't get enough, huh?" he whispered, taking notice of Bubblegum still fast asleep. "Fuck, I know I've done this to you a good number of times, never thought you'd have the guts to do it to me" he chuckled quietly. Pulling his cock out of your mouth, you smiled at him. "I thought I'd give you a little surprise... As for 'not getting enough' I didn't get anything at all, you and Bubblegum had most of the fun" you scoffed.

"You were the one that was dead set on punishing us" Wire motioned for you to come closer. You slowly crawled on top of him, straddling his hips, he groaned at the feeling of your wet cunt against him. "Really got you that riled up?" he chuckled.

Grinding against him, your pussy lips slid against the underside of his shaft, the friction sending electricity up to your core as you got the stimulation you had been yearning for. "Fuck you feel good" Wire groaned quietly, placing a hand against your thigh, he coiled a hand around to the underside of your ass and raised you up. Using his other hand to position his dick, he lowered you back down onto him, the feeling causing the both of you to groan and tilt your heads back. Furrowing your brows in pleasure, you bottomed out and wiggled your hips against Wire.

"We need to be quiet" you motioned with your head towards Bubblegum, Wire nodded in understanding. Lowering your chest, you pressed yourself against Wire as you slowly raised your hips. You could feel Wires breath on the side of your face, the quiet, breathy moans that left him caused you to clench around his cock.

"Fuck" he whispered, "you're making this hard."

Placing a hand on the middle of your back, he kept you steady as you ground against him. Using his other hand, he stroked the side of your face, "y'know I never got an 'I love you' how come Bubblegum only got it?" he questioned. You rolled your eyes with mock annoyance. "Big baby" you giggled, "I love you."

Wire hummed, "you sure it's not just my cock you love?"

You felt a small pang in your heart from that sentence, you were aware of how he felt, scared that no one would ever truly love him, only wanting him for his dick. "I'm sure" you whispered, "I really do love you Wire, and I'll spend the rest of my life showing you just how much I love you..."

A small, rare smile graced his lips for just a moment.

You yelped as he flipped you over, causing you to cover your mouth and glare at Wire as the bed shook from the sudden movement. The both of you remained still as you glanced over toward Bubblegum who remained asleep, muttering small things as he was off in dreamland. You both sighed with relief, "if you wanted to be on top you could've just asked" you playfully swatted at his bicep. "It's fine, see? he didn't even wake up" Wire cocked a smile, bucking his hips forward, a soft mewl fell from your lips as you struggled to stay quiet.

"Besides, I like it when you try to stay quiet, makes me wonder how far I can go before you start being real loud" he ground himself against you. Whimpering, you pouted, "I was supposed to be the one punishing you though" you huffed.

"Took too long, it's too late now, princess" he groaned, you clenched around him at the nickname. He's never called you princess before, that was new. "Fuck, do that again" he shivered against you, you clenched around him and he groaned. His eyebrows furrowed as he pulled out and slowly pushed back in. "You feel so good" he praised, causing you to clench once again, "wouldn't trade you for the world, never, not one thing could get me to give you up" he shuddered looking down at you with eyes blown wide with lust.

You felt the growing coil in your abdomen grow taut at his unusually soft words, causing you to come undone as Wire gave one last thrust. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your vision went white, "Fuck" Wire groaned, the feeling of your cunt fluttering and throbbing around him bringing him close to his own release.

Lowering himself down, he pressed himself against you and captured your lips with his. Giving one last final thrust, he groaned into your mouth as he finally came. He would've liked to last longer, but with having already been blue-balled with Bubblegum calling out early, and you falling asleep, lasting long wasn't much of an option.

Both of you panted, relishing in the afterglow of your love-making. Wires cock remained in you as he stayed on top of you for a while longer, keeping you close to him as you breathed in his scent. "I really do love you" you whispered, "you and Bubblegum, you both mean so much to me."

Wire remained quiet for a moment, you started to feel as if you had upset him before he quietly uttered back an "I love you too" before going silent again. You knew it would take a little bit of time for the man to get used to someone actually loving him for who he was, and you were willing to give him that time.

Circling your arms around his back, you let yourself fall back asleep with a content smile on your face.

[mrsjavierp]

Where you belong?

Chapter 8 - Fill the Void

Javier Peña x latin!f!reader

Summary: Running away from life as you always knew to start a new position as Head Chief on a DEA Office, far away, on Colombia. There, you'll face violence, as you never thought you could. There, you'll meet Javier Peña, your stubborn agent...

Warnings (to the whole fic): +18!, angst, smut, cheating, last relationships, drug dealing - Narcos Universe (not so accurate), bad spanish, english is my second language, use of Y/N and Y/LN. No physical description of the reader, only your clothes (sometimes). The POVs are shifting between reader (first person and Narrator - 3rd person)

(If I forgot anything, tell me, pls!)

Word Count: 4k

A/N: Thanks for your feedback, hope you enjoy this chapter! Hope to hear from you all soon! I'm also working on two stories (one shots) to our beloved Joel Miller and our corny cowboy Agent Whiskey

Tag: @creedslove | @pedrostories | @mjoee13 | @immyowndefender | @iamsherlocked-1998 | @pedroswife69 |

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Narrator’s POV:

Arriving at the CNP headquarters, Steve, Javier and you get there almost at the same time.

The tension between you and Javier was noticeable. Steve knew better than asking either of you: he wanted to live to see his girls again… And to catch Escobar.

When you locked the door in your office, the tears started appearing. 

You lied to Javier about not remembering breakfast: you hoped he lied about it too. You actually couldn't recall talking about Ben.

Fuck, was a name you didn't think in a very long time… 

Especially after meeting Javi.  

Is Javi that full of himself to say that to me? What did he mean by that? What did I tell him? And most important: what he really knew about Ben? - You thought.

On the other side of the door, Javier’s mind was racing, trying not to act by impulse. But he decided to call a friend in NYC, who could tell him all he wanted about your history with your ex. He needed to understand why you were so worked up, why that bothered so badly.

However, he didn’t want Steve to suspect anything. Luckly, they got a tip about La Quica again, that he was buying a toilet... The same one that was on La Catedral and heading to the hills on San Isidro road.

When Steve went to speak to Jacoby, to fly Centra Spike over that location, Peña took the shot and called Joe:

“Hey, Joe!” - he greeted him.

“Took you long enough, Javi, you bastard!”

“Well, I tried to avoid long distance calls, you know I hate them.”

“Oh, so the rumors are true, you left your wife in Texas?”

“I did... Better for her and little Lucas, you know…” - he was looking over his shoulder, but no one seemed to be paying attention to him.

“So, how is Y/LN on the colombian field?”

“So far so good, man. She's a good cop…”

“She was one of the best here… But I’m betting my chips that it is not about her resume you called, you want the dirty, am I right?”

Javier laughed. 

“You fucking bastard, I knew it!”

“So, what you’ve got about her and her ex?” - Peña asked.

“Peña, that was a huge mess… He was already working here for a while and, months later, she arrived from the NYPD through the front door and found by herself a lead to a prostitution scheme… It was so big that it was a closed door OP, top secret stuff, it was only her, me, our boss and another couple of guys. The operation involved high-class prostitutes, working for high profile narcos. Ben heard the rumors about the OP and tried to sweet talk her to join it… But you know how she is with her work… Things do not mix at all.”

“Oh, I know…” - Javi sighed.

“Yep, so you know the deal... At first, it was just an evil comment here and there. I don’t know if she heard it, she trusted him, she was going to marry him. We were working our asses off, long and crazy hours. He took advantage and lied to her. He got sloppy and the rumors continued to grow... But I still don't know what she knew. Anyway, his luck didn’t last long: we were about to bust a brothel on the night that the narcos were there. Guess who was in one of those filthy beds?”

“No way…” - Javier closed his eyes, incapable of believing it.

“Yep. She found out on the job. Didn't help when she also discovered that he was trying to trade inside info with criminals.”

“Fuck, he was a dirty cop?”

“Yep. Luckily, she was too up-tight with all of her work. Not only was she as clean as a whistle, she got promoted to Colombia.”

“I can't believe it. Fuck...”

“Like a motherfucking movie, am I right?”

“Thanks for telling me. I can understand her behavior now…”

“She's one of the best cops I've ever got to work, Peña. She didn't deserve that.”

“I believe you. Well, thanks, man. Call if you need anything.”

Peña hung up the phone, if he was a mess before, now he was a wreck. The same questions were going through his mind again: How is he going to keep Lorraine away? How will he manage his boy's custody? How is he divorcing her and keep you in the dark, until the process is over?

A couple hours later, the tip to Centra Spike  worked: a conversation between another sicario, Velasco, and his lover is recorded.

You, Steve, Javier, Centra Spike, Mili Group and CIA reunited to see area’s maps:

"Well, we can discard the smaller ones... Not Escobar's style." - Steve pointed out.

"Which one of these has at least 2 roads of access?" - you ask.

"This one, Y/LN." - Jones, from the CIA, responded.

"This is your winner, niños." - you draw a circle, indicating it.

"Y/LN, what about Pinzón? We're gonna need men, equipment, cars..." - Javier commented.

"Leave Pinzón to me, Peña." - you responded.

You went back to his office, but he refused.

"¡Cabrón!" - you thought.

You went back to yours, but in the way, Steve talked to you:

"Jefe, any luck?"

"Not yet... But let me handle it. He doesn't know who he's dealing with." - the boys looked at each other, curious.

You called Crosby, Crosby called Gaviria and… Let's wrap it up: about 15 minutes later, you all were preparing to bust Escobar.

All the efforts for nothing, unfortunately: Escobar escaped through your fingers, again.

Escobar, however, made a career fooling and killing police officers, what he thought was going to a truce about to happen turned into a fuse to another battle, which made him even more dangerous.

Days later, you all were right as the skies were blue: another attack came. 

Escobar's sicarios killed a bunch of Pinzón's men all around Medellín… 

Pinzón chose to resign - it was the last drop to his sanity. He wanted personal peace more than to defend his country… How would someone judge him? 

Escobar killed more than four hundred cops a year - although it was a risk, it had no garanties on being alive and no one could fulfill any expectations to actually get it done.

*

Days passed by and President Gaviria decided to bring Coronel Carrillo back from Spain, as soon as he could.

The first thing Carrillo did was talk to you, since Peña and Steve weren't alone anymore:

“So, Y/LN… You're the boss now. I hope that we can work together at the same pace.” - Carrillo smiled at you.

“Well, I can't say anything about style, but we sure make a hell of a team. I'm saying the same thing as I said to Peña and Murphy: I'm also a field agent… Don't let the high hills fool you.”

He smirked.

“Vamos, Y/LN. I've got to say hi to an old friend…”

****

Carrillo decided to put up a show: tell in grand style about who's back in town. The actual goal was putting Escobar's partners on the map, by transmission. So Carrillo would stick his nose out and so would Escobar.

He lets you, Javier and Steve mapping Escobar's spies.

About a couple hours later, he came back and you and your inside team did the best you all could to track them all.

“We captured six radio transmissions.” - Jacoby informed. - “But we haven't pinpointed the exact location.” 

“So our best bet is to corner each of these buildings. This time, we hit the ground.” - you said.

Carrillo ordered his soldier, Trujillo, to send 6 unmarked cars with 4 men each, to observe the buildings, with 20 minute-intervals to avoid attention.

After that, he called Peña to join him.

“Be careful out there.” - you warn them.

Minutes later, when you and Steve are alone, you ask:

“Steve, is he always like that? Taking Peña up and down?”

“Sometimes, Jefe… He probably just wants an update to what happened from someone he trusts… He doesn't know you yet, it's his way.“ - Steve told me.

You'd show Carrillo who you really were: a woman younger than all three (Steve, Peña and himself) whose balls were bigger. 

***

Peña, Trujillo, Carrillo and other officers captured 6 of the boys who were working for Escobar. 

They took them to a hidden alley, on Bairro Escobar.

They are on their knees, scared. Well, 5 of them, at least.

“Do you know who I am?” - Carrillo started. - “My name is Coronel Horacio Carrillo. Last week, 30 police officers were murdered.”

“Those pigs probably deserved it.” - one of them said.

“Shut up, kid.” - Javier murmured.

“Many of them were my friends. A person perched on rooftops guiding murders with radios are assassins themselves… I hope after this encounter you'll reconsider working with someone who thinks he's above the law.”

Although Javier knew Carrillo was right, something felt off. Wrong.

At the same time, Carrillo cocked his pistol.

“What?” - another boy provoked. He was no more than fifteen, brown skin. - “Am I supposed to shit my pants in fear?”

Javier's stomach ached badly. It's been a while since he was afraid of something.

“No.” - Carrillo responded, shaking his head. He pointed the gun and shot, with no hesitation.

His body just fell on the floor, like it was nothing.

“Am I making myself clear? I want you to tell your friends that this is what happens when you work for Pablo Escobar!” - he shouted.

Carrillo analyzed the boys and chose one: the youngest, probably no more than 7 years old. The boy was crying, in silence.

He bent down, looked deeply in his eyes and handed him a bullet.

“Take it.” - the little boy obeyed. - “Tell them this is for Pablo.”

Carrillo stood up again, as if nothing happened.

“Remember what you saw… And know what will happen to you if I see you on a rooftop. You can leave. Now!” 

The five boys ran as if their lives depended on it.

Javier couldn't move. He felt like throwing up. He looked at Carrillo, as if he asked something. 

Carrillo’s expression was cold and distant.

They all drove back to CNP in silence.

When they arrived back, Steve met Javi on his way out.

“Javi, where are the fucking spotters?” - Steve asked, anxious.

“Carrillo went a different way… He, uh… He cut them loose.” - Javier responded, screeching his head, tense. How the hell is he going to tell what happened?

“Oh, we're letting people go, now? I bet Y/LN will be pissed AF…”

Javi rolled his eyes and, lighting up a cigarette, said:

“Yeah, Murphy, we're letting people go.”

“And what does that mean?”

“Don’t worry about it, man.” - Javier opened the door of his truck. He needed to leave as fast as he could. He needed a hug. He needed to feel human again.

“Hey, fucking talk to me!” - Steve demanded, interrupting the friend.

“Let go my fucking arm.” 

“What the fuck happened?!” - Steve continued to bother Javier.

Javier sighted and responded:

“Carrillo put a gun to the kid's head and pulled the trigger… To make a fucking point.”

Steve swallowed hard. 

“We good now?” - Javier mocked, entered his car and headed to the apartment complex where you all lived.

***

About late at night, you hear fervorous knocks at your door.

You were awake, since you just got home.

You pick up your gun and open the door, without noticing that you were only wearing a thin long gray dress, showing your curves.

It was Javier, looking like shit with a bottle of whiskey and a cigar in hand.

“Let me in, please, cariño.” - his brown eyes were almost black. Sad and big.

You put down the gun and let him in.

“Peña, you look like shit… What happened?” - you asked, as you both sat down on your couch and he served whiskey to both of you and put the cigar in the astray.

“Salut, cariño.” - he raised his glass.

You raised as well, drank it up and put away the glass.

“Damn, Peña. That's good stuff… You didn't answer me. What happened?” - you uttered. You knew something bad had happened. The cigar, the good whiskey, his painful expression…

“Cariño, I… I don't know how to say it.” 

“Start from the beginning, Javi… I'm right here.” - you suggested, softly.

You were genuinely concerned for him.

He kissed your lips, softly, by surprise. 

You stop after a few minutes, reaching out for air. Your apartment felt like a thousand degrees. Your body was sweating, the adrenaline was running through your veins. But, again, you’d deny even from yourself.

“Javi…” - he already knew what you're going to say and he doesn't want to hear it again. 

“Cariño, please don't. Not now. I need to forget about today's route.”

“Okay, baby boy.” - you sat on his lap and kissed him deeply. He melted under your lips, his hands touching your body, hungry.

You only needed an excuse to be with him again. 

Just one more night… - you thought.

If you were wearing pants, they'd be on fire.

“Cariño, just a heads up…” - he started.

You looked at him, confused, waiting for the rest.

“I won’t be gentle. Right now, I can't. I'm really not capable… Are you okay with it?”

You continued on his lap, but now, you put your knees on each side of his body and he involved his arms around you. Even wearing clothes, the electricity was passing through both of you.

“Show me your worst, Peña… I dare you.” - you whisper.

He smiled, but his eyes darkened with lust.

Javier literally ripped your dress, revealing your skin.

“Hey! Are you fucking crazy, Javi?” - you yell at him. - “I’m gonna fucking…” - you didn't finish, as he slapped your cheek, not enough to hurt you, he never would, but enough to surprise you and make you shut up.

“You don't speak until you're spoken to, babygirl. You don't come until I say so. You won’t do anything without me saying. If you behave like a good girl, I may let you cum. If not, I'm gonna punish you. Understood?”

You shook your head positively, incapable of believing in what was happening.

He slapped your ass, bringing you back.

“Words, cariño.”

“Yes, I understood it.” - you responded, in a low voice.

Who was that man on Javier's body and where he was the first night we were fucked? - you thought. 

“Good girl, cariño…” - he touched your body, started at your neck and went down to your waist. - “Now, how do I begin? I've got so many options, so many possibilities… I know we only had sex one time, one night, but I feel like I know your body really well, cariño.”

You looked at him, anxious, waiting.

He picked you up in his arms and took you to your bed.

“Now, we're ruining your bed, cariño.”

He ripped your panties and, with no warning, kissed your mound. You relaxed as he kissed slowly for a bit. 

He got up, leaving you clenching over nothing.

He began to take off his suit and tie, your eyes hungry for him, mouth watering.

“What do you want, cariño?” - he asked, eyes locked up with yours.

“Can I help you undress, Javi?”

“Such a polite girl… Yeah, you can.”

You took off his tie, letting it rest on the bed. Helped him with the buttons on his shirt, holding back the urge to rip them as he did with your dress.

He took off his shoes and socks and you unbuckled his belt, letting it side with the tie… You had a dirty idea, but it would have to wait a bit.

At last, his pants went down with his boxers.

He was deciding on what to do, but you couldn't wait. Your hand touched his lower belly, aiming for his dick. 

“Oh, cariño, you want to use your mouth, now? Wanna please me?”

“Yes, Javi.”

“Beg for it.” - he said in that condescending tone you hated.

“Javi, please, let me suck your dick.” - you coo.

He caressed your cheek with one hand and the other held his shaft.

“I don't think you want it enough, cariño.” - and he slowly started going up and down his length. He had a stupid cocky smile on his face.

“You know I can be better than your hand, Javi… Please, let me touch you, I'm begging you…” - your voice barely was a whisper into your room.

“Go ahead, cariño… But don't be greedy. I don't wanna come right now.”

Your lips wrapped around his tip, while he held your head. Your tongue and lips worked up and down, while one of your hands cupped his balls.

“Fuck, cariño… I knew you were missing me, but didn't know you were so hungry for my cock.”

He grabbed your hair, setting the rhythm, until you couldn't stand only worth your knees on the bed, needing to claw at his tights, and your nose almost touching his pelvis. 

He was fucking your throat and you were so wet.

His mouth was making obscene sounds, saying how good you're doing, how badly he missed you and your beautiful lips.

He slowed down the rhythm, until he stopped, taking it off your mouth. His dick was aching for more, but he wanted to come inside of you.

“You did good, cariño. Can you continue to be a good girl for me?”

“Yeah, Javi.” - you responded. Your legs were trembling, your pussy throbbing for attention.

“Lay down and open your legs for me… Yes, just like that. Tell me, where did you leave your vibrator?”

“In the bathroom, the second drawer.”

“Don't move.”

He picked it up and examined it, curious about the pink wand in his hand.

“So, you've been touching yourself in the bathroom? Door closed? Biting your lips or a towel to not make any noise?”

You don't respond to it, you’re just running away from his glaze. 

He slapped your ass again.

“Look at me while I talk to you.” - he demanded. - “Answer me!”

“Y-y-yeah, Javi. I was doing it in the bathroom, biting a towel.” - you murmured.

“Now, you're gonna show me what you've been denying from me to hear, such as in person as through these walls… But don't come. Not until I say so.” - and handed you the vibrator.

“But Javi, I can't control myself when I use it…”

He smiled, the same sly smile you knew and hated.

“That's not my problem. You come when I say it.” - he was being ruthless towards you.

With your right hand shaking, you started to use your wand on the softest mode, as you were so aroused since it all started.

Your room was filled with vibration sounds and your moans. Your eyes looking at his figure, wishing he’d do something to you instead. 

You were also a hundred percent sure Javier was punishing you somehow. He wanted to prove himself again.

Javier, on the other hand, was admiring you. The way your pupils were dilated, your body was shaking, your smooth skin chilling, your beautiful pussy soaking wet… If he could, he'd take a picture just to eternalize that moment.

“O-o-oh fuck, Javi… I can't take it anymore… I'm so close, please, let me come!” - you beg.

He smirked at you.

“Oh, cariño, you're close?” - he leaned towards you, as if he was going to enter at your pussy. It only made it worse and closer, as you could almost feel his scent and his warm skin.

“Holyfuck, Javi, please! Please let me!” - you beg, desperately.

He grabbed his belt, tied your wrists together, holding your vibrator in your clitoris. After, he shoved his dick inside of you.

“Go ahead, cariño. Come for me and on me.” - he ordered.

You thank God he said that. You squealed his name high, releasing all of your juices onto him.

You were positively sure you woke up your neighbors.

“Oh, fuck! So good for me, cariño.” - Javier praised you.

He continued without any pity towards you, pounding hard inside you. 

Not only you’re embarrassingly wet, you were so overstimulated that the orgasm was knocking at your pussy again, so fast

“I love when you yell my name, cariño!” - he said, full of bliss.

“Javier, for god's sake!” - you yell again.

“¡Mierda! Cariño, are you close again?” - he asked with a devilish tone. - “What a delicious greedy pussy, missing me so much… Oh, fuck!”

Tears began to go down your face. It was impossible to hold anything more and, without his permission, you came again, your body shaking vigorously.

“Holy fuck, Y/N!” - It was his time to yell your name as loud as he could. - “I can... I can feel... You're so fucking tight, you're gonna rip my dick off!"

He untied you and turned off your wand. It relieved you for a bit, but he laid on top of you and chased his own orgasm. 

After he came, you both lay next to each other, gasping for air, eyes locked up to each other.

“I missed you so much, Javi…” - you reveal.

He smiled, happy. His hand went to your cheek, fondling.

“Yo también te extrañe, cariño. You have no idea…” (I missed you too.)

“I think I do, Javi… Te extrañe todos los malditos días desde la primera noche.” (I missed you all those damn days, since the first night.)

“Gracias a Díos, cariño. I thought I was alone in this mess.” (Thanks God.)

You laughed together.

“You can't pretend that you don't want to be with me anymore, cariño. I'm serious.” - he declared.

You sighed.

“I know, Javi… But we also know it's not that simple… We work together, I'm your boss, Escobar is on the run…”

“We can take it slow, we don't have to do anything you don't feel like it. But don't push me away again.” - Javier begged you.

“I really don't know how to, Javi. I don't know how to. I haven't dated since…” - you didn't finish.

His eyes were soft and warm, like cocoa on a winter night. Your heart felt like an ice cube on the sun, again. 

“Since your ex, Ben?” - he asked.

“Yep.” - you responded, popping the “p”. - “‘It’s not gonna be easy for you, so I’d like to warn you: if you have anything to tell me, tell me as soon as possible. I’m not gonna demand you to do it now, but think if you have anything to tell me, and if you do, you can.”

“First, we need to get to know each other. Build trust and I’m not talking about the field. Let’s get to know each other, talk, laugh, have sex, grab a bite. We’re neighbors, we don’t even need to leave our apartments if you don’t want to.”

“No one can know about us, Javier Jesus Peña. Not even Murphy.”

“Don’t worry about it, cariño.” - he pecked your lips softly.

“And please, don’t sleep with anyone else and it includes your informants.” - you rolled your eyes. - “I know, it’s stupid since we’re not in a relationship, but if you want to do it, please, just end this… this thing we’re about to begin. I’m not saying that again.”

“Cariño, for God’s sake!” - Javier laughed, his hand left your face to your waist. - “No one ever made me feel this way.” - you laughed. - “I’m serious, hermosa. Don’t worry about it.”

You breathe out heavily.

“Well, let’s see how it goes.” - you say, still not allowing your heart to sink further. - “We need a shower, Javi. Care to join me?”

He smiled and you both entered your bathroom... But Javier's mind didn't care for sleeping. He still needed to punish you for coming without his permission, while you were filling the bathtub, distracted.

"Of course, cariño... Besides, you haven't exactly been a good girl for me for a few days. Don't think I'll let you escape that easily."

Your eyes went to his naked figure, surprised.

"Oh, I thought I was off the hook..."

Next

[andydona-chan]

The mission had extended over to the school district. It was lucky it was night, so they could actually be on the school grounds without risking any lives.

Jirou, Bakugo, and Tokoyami entered the building and climbed to the third floor, looking for an advantage point to attack the villain.

They were expecting them to arrive in this area. They were supposed to get informed via radio, but Jirou was there to point out the exact location so Bakugo could lure him to where Tokoyami would be waiting and Dark Shadow would capture him.

But apparently, the battle was taking some time, or the b*stard Half and Half was just showing off down the street and making them wait.

"And now we just wait," said Jirou, sitting over one of the desks in the classroom they were in.

"Justice takes its own time to collect their tolls. We must be patient, " said Tokoyami, leaning back against the door frame of the classroom.

Bakugo walked towards the window and looked outside, feeling grumpy that he had been told to wait on Todoroki of all people!

"Let's go to another classroom. The tree out here is blocking the view and will interfere once they arrive. " He said, turning around dramatically and walking out.

"C'mon Bakugo, any room is okay, you can fly anyway," said Jirou, sliding her feet in the floor as she followed him. Tokoyami walked behind them in silence.

"Nah ah, not any classroom is okay, I know this place better than anyone, I studied here!"

"Oh, so in the many years since you came here and graduated, nothing's changed?"

"I didn't say that, but it just so happens that the classroom I was in my last year has the best advantage point in this whole place"

"Reminiscing on our past endeavors can help us unleash the nostalgia we often forget is important"

"Shut up..."

"So you want to remember your childhood or something? Tell us sad stories about your childhood friends?"

"No, I can assure you this place will work better... not that knowing about any of my childhood friends would help us in any way"

Jirou suddenly stopped, lifting a hand to stop the other two.

"Isn't this place supposed to be empty?" She asked, "I can hear noise in that classroom, but I don't think it's a thief. It sounds like when Denki does last hour homework"

"The spirits may not expect our presence here"

"Are you kidding?"

"No," she said, shaking her head still focused on the noise. "What? Are you afraid? I'm sure it is just the ghost of a boy who suffered badly from your bad boy behavior" Bakugou paled at her words, but Jirou didn't notice and continued walking, "I bet he was nice and small and probably thought the best of everyone, the one who gives out cute nicknames for people, those ghosts are yhe scariest..." she then noticed the almost white color on her classmate's face and how afraid his expression was.

"Do not... just don't, Jirou..." He said, gulping loudly.

She just giggled a bit and then reached out for the door to the classroom, to which both boys approached after her, Tokoyami very nonchalant and Bakugo a bit stiff.

"Pretty sure any ghost will just disappear if we're not subtle about it, most of them don't like being seen", she then slidded the door open, and the three of them looked inside.

The sound of scribbling on paper was more evident now that they were there, however, what they couldn't explain was the silhouette of a boy at the back of the classroom, hunched over the desk and writing fast.

Bakugo gasped and took one step back...

"Hey..." started to say Jirou, but then the scribbling stopped, and the boy lifted his face, his features darkened by the little light in the place, being the moon the only source. The girl felt a shiver run down her spine when two glowing green eyes turned up to see her.

A moment later, the dragging sound of a chair on the floor could be heard, and suddenly, the boy was at the door with them.

"Kacchan?" An eerie voice was heard echoing in the classroom.

From Jirou's left, she could feel Bakugo vibrating in fear, and if she had had any other quirk, she might have been unable to hear him mutter "D-d-de-ku?"

The boy changed his position again in what looked like a glitch, titling his head to one side, his glowing green eyes filling with mirth.

"You finally came back! It didn't work, you know? What you told me to do," the boy then appeared next to the window and looked up. "I jumped from the highest one, but I still didn't get a quirk. Guess we'llhave to try something else..."

From this point, they could see the matted hair of the boy, a dark contrast on what the moon revealed to be green hair, it looked wet and shiny with the little light, the boy's clothes also looked stained and he looked more frail, his pale skin visible on the moonlight revealed he also had blood on his forehead and some staining the freckleson his cheeks.

With a gasp Jirou understood why the boy seemed to be covered in blood, a second latter he was at the door again.

"I see you brought some friends. I've been writing down other things we can try, you wanna see?" Bakugo seemed to regain his senses at that moment, sobbed loudly and then turned around and ran as fast as he could out of the building.

They had to call in another group to deal with the villain, the three of them, Jirou, Tokoyami and Bakugo were unable to continue with the mission...

Explaining what happened was very, very difficult!

[sunshinebingo]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @vikingmagic33 🥳 you know what can make birthdays even more special? Smut! This is inspired by some fics written by this amazing writer and even more amazing lady... We Don't Slut-Shame Males In The Night Court... In The Name of Science... and When Do I Get To Be Ready?

Synopsis: Some dirty texts exchanged at the dinner table followed by smut, smut and more smut.

Word Count: 2.8k

Warning: NSFW. This fic is just edging and smut

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Bzz. Gwyn excused herself from the conversation to look down at her phone.

Him: Did you think of me when you chose to wear that?

She smiled. Of course she had. Who else would she wear such a plunging neckline for? She brushed a hand on her cleavage and down on the silky fabric of her little black dress and typed a response with her free hand.

Her: Maybe 😏 Do you like it? - Sent.

A few seconds passed. Bzz.

Him: I do

She chuckled both at what Nesta was saying and at his response.

Her: Come on 🙄 I think you can do better than that - Sent.

Gwyn got involved in the conversation before her again. But her mind was still across the table with him. She clutched her phone hard in her hand, waiting for a new message to come. The bzz took longer this time. She kept talking for a few more minutes, intent on making him wait like she had to.

Him: You look so beautiful and hot in this that I got hard from the second I saw you

Thankfully her phone was hidden beneath the table and no one could see her screen. Before she could send a reply, another message popped up.

Him: Is that good enough for you sweetheart?

And another one after that.

Him: Or would you rather I tell you how badly I want to fuck you right now?

She raised her head, eyes immediately finding Azriel’s hazel ones across the table already looking at her. No one but Gwyn noticed in that moment that all his attention was on her and not on the conversation he was supposedly having with Cassian and Mor. It was a miracle that no one in their family had noticed that their exchanges, starting with the glances they stole, had changed lately. No one had discovered yet that their relationship had morphed from that of best friends to something more over the past month. With how hard it was getting for them to pretend in the presence of the others, perhaps it would not take long before their secret was out.

The harder they fell, the harder it was to stay apart. And right now, they both wanted to remove every inch that was separating them. A smirk spread on Gwyn’s lips and she looked down at her phone again.

Her: Leave nothing out 😉 - Sent.

Then she went back to eating and chatting with everyone around the table. The wine she was having somehow felt stronger. Or maybe it was anticipation and arousal that was turning her mind foggy. Her feet bounced slightly beneath the table as she waited.

It had all started with a kiss when Gwyn got home from a terrible date one night. She had confessed to Azriel then that the only reason she went on dates was to forget that she was pining after the one she really wanted but could not have. She had not meant to admit her feelings for Azriel that night. Gwyn had been scared that asking for more would ruin what they already had.

But he knew her too much. He knew that there was no one that she could love without him knowing who it was. And he knew how to coax the truth from her lips. Almost an hour of double meaning conversation later and he was kissing her, confessing that he too had been harbouring feelings for her for a while. This had been the most life altering kiss she ever had.

Bzz. She took a deep breath but did not look at her phone yet. Bzz. She was really tempted but it would have been rude to look down when Emerie was looking directly at her while talking. Bzz. Every vibration teased her more. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.

Azriel coughed, making everyone turn to look at him but he just waved it off. But Gwyn noticed the few seconds that his eyes lingered on her. Taking advantage of the fact that Elain had joined their conversation and that now Emerie was turned to her, Gwyn unlocked her phone.

Him: I want to fuck you babe

Him: …so bad

Him: Sorry. That is inappropriate... 

Him: I must eat you out first of course

Him: Make sure your pussy is dripping and ready for me

Him: Then I want to fuck you until you are dripping with my cum too

Breathe, she thought. Just breathe. No one had to know how horny she was right now. Except for one person.

Her: What if I want to make you come first? - Sent.

Three dots immediately appeared on her screen…

Him: If only you could feel how hard I am for you right now sweetheart

She took a big gulp of wine, emptying her glass before handing it out to Mor who was refilling her own. After another smaller sip from the full glass, her hand reached beneath the table again to type another message.

Her: I would love to. But tell me… - Sent.

She raised her head to laugh at a joke Cassian had made. Through his own chuckle and casual demeanour, Gwyn noticed the strong grip that Azriel had on his glass and the way he was biting hard on his bottom lip. His eyes were filled with the same glow that it usually contained before he pounced on her.

There was an immense satisfaction in knowing that she could make a man like him react like this. Azriel was beautiful beyond reason and he could probably bring anyone he wanted to their knees with a snap of his fingers. Yet Gwyn held his own pleasure at her fingertips. She could make him so hard with only words that he would beg for her touch.

Wanting to tease him a little, Gwyn brought her spoon to her mouth and licked the back of it, making sure that he was seeing how the white sauce spread on her tongue. She licked the remnants of it from her lips then grabbed her phone again.

Her: Would you rather I make you come in my mouth first? - Sent.

Her: Or maybe on my tits?? - Sent.

Her: Or maybe you would like to skip all that and just fill me up with your cum??? 🤔🤔 She read the last text again and… - Sent.

Gwyn tucked her phone between her thighs and tried as best as she could to focus on the conversations around the table. She let out a few ‘’Mhmm’’ and said a few ‘’Really? Wow,’’ to Nesta, not knowing exactly what nor who she was talking about.

Fortunately, Cassian and Mor were also in that conversation which spared both Azriel and Gwyn from the need to be fully invested in the discussion. When no response came from him, Gwyn took her phone and typed again. Perhaps he was having a hard time choosing between the options she had given him.

Her: You know what love?? I’m really craving your cock in my mouth 😣 - Sent.

When she looked at him, he was looking down at his lap and his teeth were biting harder on his lip. He was taking deeper breaths than he was before and the grip he had on his glass was so strong that Gwyn feared it would shatter in his hand. Oh how she loved playing with her man.

......................

‘’How should we start, Az?’’ Gwyn asked in her most sultry voice.

She would never have imagined a month ago where her chaotic date would have led her to; a kiss that had resulted in more time spent together with Azriel, exploring each other’s body and fantasies, until he ended up with a white ribbon holding his wrists together on her bed.

Everyone believed that he had headed straight to his own apartment after dropping her off. He had even taken his hands off her for the two seconds it had taken him to reply to Rhysand’s text and inform him that they had both made it to their respective places safely after leaving their family.

The black dress that had turned him on earlier had raised higher and higher up her legs during the drive to Gwyn’s place. Then it had been thrown across her living room with the rest of their clothes joining soon after.

Gwyn teased him by dragging a perfectly manicured finger down his tattooed and muscled chest. His body trembled and he tugged on his ties when that finger reached beneath his navel. Gwyn stopped and bent down to rest her hands on either side of his head.

‘’You thought it was funny to make me so wet with everyone around?’’ she whispered to him before tugging on his ear lobe with her teeth.

“And you thought it was funny to make me so hard I almost came in pants with everyone around?” His voice was filled with so much want that she felt the reaction it caused between her legs. Gwyn lowered herself on his hard cock and moved just enough for him to feel exactly how wet she was for him. She chuckled when he tugged harder on the ribbon. If he kept doing that, either the ribbon or her bedpost would probably break. Not that it had not happened before.

‘’Fuck. Do whatever you want with me baby. But please – ‘’ he let out a whimper when Gwyn started dragging her tongue up his neck.

‘’Please what love?’’ she asked with a sweet voice against his skin. She left his neck to trail wet kisses down his chest.

Gwyn loved having him at her mercy. Azriel was the only one she had trusted to explore her sexuality so thoroughly. He was patient, understanding and as open-minded as she was. But most importantly, Azriel trusted and loved her. And she loved him. More than she had ever loved any man before. She always felt his absence when they were still best friends. Not a day went by without them at least texting or calling.

But now, nothing was ever enough. She had to see him and feel his presence. And when they were alone, she had to feel his hands on her in some way or another. Except for now. Right now, she needed his hands away from her. Only because it would torture him a little more.

‘’Please,’’ Azriel begged beneath her. ‘’Please make me come.’’

Gwyn smirked and looked up at him. Her mouth had reached right where he needed her to be. ‘’Good boy,’’ she purred and wrapped her lips around his cock. Azriel groaned at the warmth of her mouth. His gasp turned into a deep groan when she started moving her head up and down his length. She brought a hand to his balls and squeezed him gently as she took him as deep as she could into her mouth.

Gwyn pushed her loose hair aside with a hand so he could watch how well she could take him. The moans interrupted by her name coming out of his lips and the wet sounds she was making by sucking him encouraged her to go faster.

Pleasuring Azriel was as much for him as it was for her. Her pussy was aching for him so much but she needed him to come first. She needed to feel that she could have that control over him. She needed to feel that she could give him as much as she could take.

And when Azriel gave himself to her, she took every single drop of it, swallowing his cum as he emptied himself down her throat. Then she heard the distinct snap of the ribbon tearing apart. When she finally released his cock and looked at him again, Gwyn found him with his eyes still close and his breathing ragged.

She crawled back up on him with a wide satisfied smile. Azriel grabbed her face and pulled her down on him, crashing their lips together and kissing her like she was the air he desperately needed. The taste of his release still on her tongue mixed with that of his mouth made her body go weak. She needed more of him.

Gwyn moaned when he lowered a hand and pinched her nipple so hard it hurt. “Az I want your mouth on me,” she said, though it came out more as a pleading cry. A second later, Azriel flipped her so she was the one beneath him. Then he was moving down on her, stopping to suck and bite her breasts before going lower.

Azriel kept his hands on her breasts, squeezing them hard. His lust filled eyes fixed on hers when he reached between her legs. “Please baby,” she said as she threaded her fingers through his hair. “I need you to eat my pussy.”

And gods he did. Azriel pushed two fingers inside her while his mouth sucked and licked her. Gwyn pulled hard on his hair, causing him to groan. Azriel removed his fingers to replace them with his tongue. One of his hands kept playing with her breasts while the other teased her clit. Gwyn was a moaning mess. Everything was lost to her except for the pleasure he was giving her. She rubbed her pussy against his face, seeking more and more and more. Until it became too much and she shattered.

Azriel did not stop though. He kept licking and sucking on her pussy until she came down from her orgasm and another wave of heat rised again. Only he was able to draw such pleasure from her. Azriel was able to set her body on fire in ways she knew no one else could. But if she was to be set aflame, then she would make sure that he would burn along with her.

Gwyn tugged hard on his hair, urging him to come back to her, and moved to sit up against the headboard. Their lips joined again when he stopped beside her and the kissed deepened as she moved to straddle him.

“Are you hard again for me Az?” she asked between kisses.

Azriel chuckled. “I’ve been hard again since I got my mouth on you sweetheart.”

He grabbed her by the ass and pulled her closer and she felt his hard cock pressing against her. Desperate to feel him inside her, Gwyn stroked his cock a few times, pressing her forehead against Azriel’s, before lifting herself up and slowly lowering down on him. She held her breath until she was fully seated on him.

He felt so good this deep inside her that she could have come again by just sitting there. But she needed more. So Gwyn moved, going up and down on him while he nipped at her neck.

“Az,” she said in between moans. He only answered with a grunt and a hard bite on her shoulder.

“Fuck me harder please,” she begged him. Gwyn needed to have more of him. And she would give him every bit of herself in return. She took his face between her hands and brought their lips together. “I want you to come inside me.”

He kissed her hard and started to fuck her harder. His hands dug into her ass and he pushed himself up inside her fast and hard. She moved at the same time, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Are you going to come again for me baby?”

“Yes,” she cried out. Their movement became frantic. The room filled with their moans and the wet sound of their bodies connecting as his cock moved in and out of her. “Az, I need to come with you.”

“Fuck Gwyn,” was the last thing he said before he buried his face in her shoulder and spilled himself inside her. That was all she needed for her own orgasm to follow. Her body trembled and she held onto him as tightly as she could.

They stayed like this, face resting on the others shoulder, with Azriel rubbing circles on her bare back while she played with the strands of his hair she had roughly pulled on before. None of them were willing to open their eyes to reality just yet. After a while, Azriel lifted her up and carried her to the bathtub. The moments they shared after sex were always an extension of the act itself. They put as much patience and love in caring for each other as they did with bringing pleasure.

As she sat with her back against his front in the hot water, Gwyn closed her eyes and indulged in the peace and joy she felt in that moment. Although they were both ready to shout out to the world that they belonged together, they were the most content like this, wrapped up in each other’s warmth, and trusting the other with their bodies and hearts.

[therisingdarkness]

5 Times Ghoul Left the Bar Alone, and One Time He Didn’t

Welp, took me long enough. Battled like two weeks without a reliable internet connection but I can’t be stopped. It’s like 32 pages of smut, so have fun reading and if you’re not supposed to be reading try not to get caught. I’m not the feds. Not your mom. 

Obviously, written for @cloned-eyes and Ghoul, who feels like he’s become as much a part of me as Odessa is, so I hope they live a healthy and happy life forever and ever. Good endings only for me XD. I hope those who’ve read enjoy themselves, and I appreciate the love these chapters have gotten. You’re all very nice, and made this a really fun experience. Thank you so much!

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

PART 5

PART 6 (Part 1 of 2)

PART 6 (Part 2 of 2)

She liked the look on his face, the one she kept putting there every time she did something unexpected. Magda had been correct about assuming Ghoul’s inexperience, but Odessa didn’t think she’d so quickly come to adore his innocence the way she currently did. There was a part of her that wanted to tease him, to really test the limits of his patience…but she didn’t want to overwhelm him, either. What he had already allowed her to do was more than she had expected.

But she did love his look of wide-eyed astonishment when he set his eyes on her naked body for the first time. Selfishly she hoped it was the first one he had ever seen, vanity giving rise to ego in a way that made her feel wonderfully sexy and desirable.

She sat back in his lap, shuffling closer until she could feel the heat of his cock against the inside of her thigh and her knees met with the back of the couch, preventing her from pressing as close as she wanted. Ghoul held up his hands, back to not knowing where to touch or what was permissible—endearing, if she hadn’t already given him permission to do as he saw fit. But she didn’t fault him for it. This was new to him…and she wanted him to take things at his own pace just as badly as she wanted to push him down and show him everything he had been missing out on for all of his life.

“Surprised?” she asked, setting her arm around his shoulders and stroking his cheek, turning his head to hers. She kissed him, taking advantage of his slack-jawed expression to slip her tongue into his mouth and test the waters some more, curious about the velvety feel of his prosthetic tongue and the clinical dryness of his lower jaw. 

He didn’t salivate—that had been the first thing she had noticed, but it wasn’t an issue. Kissing him felt like kissing anyone, just different textures and flavors; there was no getting around the taste of silicone and the faint bitterness of metal, but his mouth was every bit as soft as it looked and she had been delighted to find the plate hiding his lower lip had been removable. It made things easier, which was a good thing because she had quickly fallen in love with kissing Ghoul.

He was sweet and gentle, tender in his explorations and the tentative way he kissed back, like he was still trying to understand how his mouth was supposed to move. His inability to feel as she did likely hindered his progress, but Odessa was patient. She didn’t mind that he was a bit clumsy, or missed the mark, or that he didn’t quite know what to do with his tongue. 

“I…I didn’t think about it,” Ghoul gasped as she pulled away from him after nipping his upper lip. “I…you didn’t have to—”

“I wanted to,” she said quickly, getting ahead of whatever nonsense he was about to say. Of course she wanted to. She had made up her mind the moment she had invited him inside, that this was how she wanted her night to end. He only took a little convincing to make it this far and she knew it wouldn’t take much more to get him into her bed. But all in good time—they had the whole night ahead of them, and neither of them had anywhere to be for the next couple days.

Filled with an affection for him that bordered on suffocating, Odessa pushed off of Ghoul's chest and climbed to her feet, stretching a little to alleviate the stiffness that had built up in her knees—and, maybe, just a little bit for show, to watch the way his eyes traveled up and down her body like he still couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was amusing how open he was in his desire for her when he worked so hard to maintain a mask of indifference toward everyone else. She hoped it was because he felt so at ease with her, that he could finally lower those walls he had erected around himself to keep others out.

Aware of his heated gaze against her backside as she turned to the kitchen, Odessa took her time gathering a clean hand towel and wetting it with warm water, making sure all the excess was squeezed out before returning to Ghoul's lap. This time, he helped her straddle him with an eager touch, immediately and curiously sliding his hands up and over her hips to cup her bottom.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, enthralled as he scooped up handfuls of her flesh and squeezed, making her giggle. "I…I mean it. You're th' most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"Flatterer," Odessa whispered as she tilted his chin up, pressing the wet cloth to the spot between his eyes. 

He closed them automatically and held very still as she wiped his face clean of the faded warpaint, until the only apparent discoloration in his skin was due to the scars surrounding his eyes. He really was handsome—she had no thoughts about 'despite the prosthetics' or anything of the sort. He was just attractive in his entirety and she couldn't look at him and imagine him any other way, even though it wouldn't have been difficult; there were thousands of men just like him, wearing the same face, many of them without scars.

But they weren't Ghoul. 

"What're you lookin' at?" he asked, laying his head back against the couch as Odessa trailed the cloth down his chest, wiping away all evidence of his earlier release before it became tacky and dry.

"I am just thinking how amazing it is," she said, "that out of the many thousands of clones they are making…there is none like you. Not a single one who could come close to being what you are."

A shadow passed over Ghoul's face and he glanced aside.

"Maybe that's a good thing," he said, shivering as the now cool cloth passed over his stomach.

"If only because I am having you all to myself," Odessa said, kissing his forehead. "You are so hard on yourself. Why?"

She dropped the cloth and reached between her legs for his cock, rolling his foreskin up over the head in light movements that quickly had him groaning again. She could listen to him forever, she decided. His voice sent shivers down her spine every time he talked in that low, rough, raspy way, and his groans of pleasure were similarly stimulating. She wanted to press her thighs together just listening to him; the heat emanating from her sex was almost unbearable.

"E-Easier," Ghoul stuttered, lifting his head to watch her. He stared for a moment, then, tentatively, touched a few prosthetic fingers to the back of her hand, trailing them up the length of her arm. Her skin broke out in tiny little bumps at the contact; the metal was smooth and warm, not at all cold like she had initially expected, and the 'pads' of each finger were textured in a way that must have aided with his ability to grip things.

"Can I touch you?" Ghoul asked, staring at her in a way that made her feel like she was being stripped bare all over again.

“Of course,” she said breathily, “as much as you want. Please. I want to feel you too.”

Any other man might have just gone for her breasts. She expected that, but Ghoul surprised her yet again, touching one of her lekku with both hands, curiosity written across his face as he teased the end, watching it twitch rapidly beneath his touch, then sliding up until he reached midway, where the nerve endings were abundant and far more sensitive. Odessa moaned, leaning into his gentle grip and closing her eyes as she indulged in the sensation, wondering what it was about him that made him so good at knowing what to do.

“I read up on this,” Ghoul murmured, his voice a raspy mess she had to work hard to decipher. “Halfway up is where, uh, you have to be careful—stores part of the brain?”

“Closer to the head,” Odessa groaned as he gave her lek a small squeeze, just enough to make her whole body twitch; he stroked back down in a silent apology, winding the tip between his fingers. 

“They’re…unique,” he said. “I like the pattern…it’s different from what I’ve seen before…they’re not tattoos?”

“N-No…the clan my father is from—mmm—all had markings like this. It is genetic.”

Odessa tried and failed to maintain her concentration long enough to keep touching Ghoul, but he seemed just as determined to stop her from doing so. He abandoned her lekku and ran both hands up her arms to her shoulders, then down to her breasts. He hesitated again, but touched one with his left hand first, sliding his last two fingers against her supple skin before cupping her gently. Odessa watched, biting the inside of her cheek to stifle a moan when he thumbed her nipple.

“That’s…that’s nice,” he said, giving her a squeeze. “Always, uh…always wondered how that felt.”

Odessa exhaled on a giggle, quickly covering his hand with hers before he could think to pull away. His curiosity was more of a boon than an actual hindrance. The last time she had taken someone to bed they had been almost too rough; she much preferred Ghoul’s reverent exploration.

“Keep doing that,” she said. “They are sensitive too, especially here–” she plucked at her own nipple, warmth flooding her body when Ghoul repeated the gesture on her other breast  “–but if you play with them…it is fun, I admit.”

He snorted, but did as he was told, taking her words to heart and setting both hands to task. He squeezed her breasts like he was testing to see if they were fruit that had ripened, then scissored her nipples between his fingers, watching her face the entire time; Odessa tried to hold back from moaning too openly, but it was difficult when he was so thorough. She had a good feeling that he was storing the results of his experimentation away for later, keeping little notes on her body for his own personal use. She hoped so, at any rate.

"Wish my mouth wasn't so dry," Ghoul muttered, more to himself than for her benefit. "Wouldn't mind…uh, y'know."

His ears burned red and Odessa snickered a bit, cupping the back of his head and bringing him down for a kiss atop his crown. 

"Do it anyway," she encouraged him. "It will only feel good for me."

He looked so sweet, shocked like he never expected her to capitulate to his whims. It made her want to give him anything he wanted, to let him do whatever he pleased to her without complaint. Admittedly, the thought of his mouth on her was…she was slick with the thought of it, and of what else he might do if she told him he could.

Patience, she coached herself.

Ghoul snaked an arm around the small of her back, holding her steady with his other hand on her ribs as he leaned forward, pressing his face between her breasts and inhaling deeply. Odessa chewed on her lip and stroked his head, bracing herself with a hand against his knee and arching her back so she could watch him nuzzle her. 

"Do I smell good?" she asked, curious about the way he lingered against her for a moment, apparently content to just breathe in her scent.

"Yeah," Ghoul mumbled before pressing a hesitant kiss to her clavicle. "You…always do. Kark, that's not weird, is it? I can't help it, you just always smell so—"

"No, I like that," she said, flushing happily. "If you cannot taste, then it is good you can smell."

The look he gave her was nothing short of gutted, and he buried his face into her neck, inhaling again, a deep sniff that made her shiver with how intense and intimate it felt. No one had ever paid such close attention to her before. She wasn't even wearing any particular perfume (those were even more expensive than they had any right to be), and the rain would have washed away all the stink from the bar. It was just her skin, she realized…that's all he thought smelled good.

"Mmm," she moaned through a closed mouth, hugging Ghoul tight around the neck with one arm as he tilted her back just to the point of being uncomfortable. She felt him kiss her shoulder, exhale hotly against the spot, then kiss her again, where the juncture of her jaw met with her throat.

His left hand found her breast, kneading the malleable flesh until he ducked his head to press a kiss to the swell of her chest. Odessa gasped aloud as he kissed his way to her nipple; his tongue, the moment it touched her skin, was obviously different. Like he had said, his mouth was dry and the bit of moisture clinging to the artificial muscle dried in an instant. 

But it was the effort that counted. 

She closed her eyes and moaned as he sealed his lips around her nipple and sucked as she had done to him, silicone and flesh soft and insistent in a way that was pleasurable even if it was a little strange. She felt the hard ridge of his teeth against her skin as he tested her boundaries, but it wasn't painful—if anything it only enhanced the pleasure she felt, knowing he was working hard to be mindful of her comfort.

Ghoul made a noise into her skin, a muffled moan that made her bite her lip until she was sure there'd be a bruise come morning. His hands held her in a vice grip, keeping her in place as he tormented her with teeth and tongue, switching from one breast to the other and pausing only to glance at her face to make sure she was still okay with it. Of course she was; the thought of withdrawing consent when they had already come so far was absurd.

"You are so good," Odessa gasped, grabbing the back of his hand as he pinched her nipple gently, rolling it between his fingers. "So good…you are making me feel so hot, all over."

"Yeah?" Ghoul asked, his voice rough with interest as he pulled off of her nipple to press a kiss to her neck. "You like it?"

"I am liking everything you do to me," she sighed. "But I want more. Can I…show how I am liking to be touched?"

"Kark, yes," Ghoul groaned. "I wanna know everything. I…I meant it. Wanna make you feel good too."

He was so sweet and earnest. 

How could I ever say no to him? she asked herself as she sat up on her knees. Ghoul glanced between them, at the space where her thighs met, and slid his hands over her hips to grasp at her rear. Odessa smiled and touched his head again, petting him until he looked up.

"Give me your hand," she commanded softly, knowing he'd obey without question. Wordlessly he offered her his left, favoring it for the experience of being able to actually feel. 

Then I will make sure he feels everything I do to him.

"You are so obedient," she murmured, cupping his hand in both of hers and kissing the knuckles of his last two fingers. "So good at following orders. You like to be having clear instruction?"

"Yes," Ghoul whispered, the upper half of his face caught in a blush. "You uh…you have me at a disadvantage. I'll take all th' help I can get."

"I will give it to you," Odessa said as she curled his prosthetic fingers toward his palm. She pressed a kiss to the tips of his flesh and bone fingers and then, without warning, slid both of them into her mouth, swiping her tongue over and between them with a faint noise of contentment.

Ghoul sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes widening and his mouth falling open as he watched her. It was a good look on him, a wonderfully innocent expression she wanted to be able to remember. He didn't move while she sucked on his fingers, lathering them with as much saliva as she could; she was already wet enough to go without…but a little more never hurt anyone. Besides, she wanted him to feel as much as she could offer him.

"Osik," he said harshly, in a language she didn't recognize. It was a curse, that much was obvious from his tone, and the sound of his voice went straight to her sex.

"What is that?" Odessa asked, pulling off of his fingers with a parting kiss. "That word? It is not Basic."

Ghoul clenched his jaw, the look on his face curiously enigmatic—blank, like he had to work hard to scrub all the emotion from his expression. Immediately, she understood that this was another subject he didn’t want to delve into, not yet. 

“It’s Mando’a,” Ghoul eventually responded. “From the planet Mandalore.”

“It is special to you?” Odessa asked, before sucking his little finger back into her mouth. Ghoul inhaled deeply and nodded without elaboration. 

"One day you will tell me?" she teased, tweaking his nipple playfully.

He hesitated, then nodded like he wasn't exactly sure, just afraid of displeasing her. Odessa pulled his hand between her legs and pressed her cheek against his so she could whisper in his ear.

"Say something else? I am liking the way you sound."

"Fuck. Uhm. Anything?"

"Whatever feels right."

"...uh…yooba solus…mesh'la."

Odessa kissed the ragged edge of his ear and trailed her tongue around the shell, down to suck on his earlobe; she felt him flinch beneath her, and then curl his soaking fingers into the tender flesh of her inner thigh. His hand was so close to where she wanted it to be that she clenched around nothing and gave a needy moan—frustrated, but not with him, never at him.

"What does it mean?" she asked. 

"Means…means you're beautiful," he said. "I…how do I touch you?"

"Like this," Odessa said, easily maneuvering herself to sit sideways in his lap. She spread her legs, giving him a perfect view of her flushed sex, and reclined back in his other arm. She heard him swear softly as she adjusted, sweeping his hand from her knee to the top of her thigh, feeling out her smooth skin. His touch electrified her in the best way, prickling her skin in the wake of his palm and the ghost of his hot breath against her lekku making her shiver as if she were cold, but there was only the heat of his body beneath her, surrounding her on all sides. 

“Watch,” she murmured as she set her two longest fingers against her cunt, rubbing in the way she liked best and slicking up her fingers on her arousal as it practically dripped from her—at this point he could have done anything to her; the smallest touch was going to set her on fire, she knew it, and it would be over before it had even begun. She wished she could say as much to him, but she was so focused on showing him what she liked that the thought slipped her mind.

"This is the most sensitive," she instructed, finding it difficult to talk with the way it felt like her heart was in her throat; she touched herself with two trembling fingers, parting the cleft of her sex to reveal the tiny nub of her clit hidden among her flesh. "This is the best part…but I will like being touched everywhere."

"You'll cum if I touch you there?"

"Yes…but not by itself. It is different for me."

"I'll do anything you tell me," he said, curling his arm around her waist and splaying his prosthetic hand against her hip. "Anything."

"You do not have to worry about—"

"No. I do. I…It wouldn't be fair."

Ghoul slid his hand from the inside of her thigh to her cunt, fingers slipping through the mess her arousal had already made of her. That first touch shocked her, eliciting a gasp that tapered off into a breathy moan as he firmed up his touch, sliding his last two digits through her moist folds repetitively. Odessa flinched, automatically reaching up to hook her hand around the back of his neck. She bit her lip and tried to keep from making so much noise, but it had been some time since the last time she had masturbated…and it was Ghoul. 

How could she resist when he was the one touching her?

"Th–that is good," she said breathily, her belly hitching as he dragged some of her slick up and over her clit, using two fingers (bigger and longer than hers, he made it look so much easier than it felt) to part her folds as he set his middle finger to task.

"Like this?" he asked, his voice husky and rough in her tchara as he traced featherlight circles around the little bud of flesh.

"Yes, ahhhh," Odessa moaned, sinking her nails into the back of his neck as tendrils of pleasure took root in her gut. "A–A little faster, please."

He was so obedient, so good at listening to her instruction, and he was so intuitive—she didn't need to tell him to keep making sure she was lubricated, or else the constant rubbing would become painful; he just knew and dipped his fingers back against her sex, collecting more lubricant. She didn't need to tell him that he could stroke her opening and tease her clit at the same time, he just figured it out on his own. Odessa rocked against his hand, moaning softly, barely able to think straight as he kept figuring things out on his own, letting instinct and desire drive his movements until she felt sick with the heat building in her loins and the pleasure corrupting her thoughts into mush.

"You're so hot," Ghoul murmured, sounding about as strained as she felt. "'S like you're burnin' up. Kark, I'd give anything t' be able to feel you properly."

"Oooohh," Odessa exhaled, arching her back as his fingers slipped against her cunt, dipping past her outer lips in a way that made her want to beg him for more. Her thighs tried to close of their own accord when he pressed against her clit, but he pried them back apart gently, with a chuckle that sent something racing through her, making her lightheaded and weak-kneed. 

"What else?" he asked in a hushed whisper, pressing his nose against her cheek and inhaling her scent again. "Tell me what else."

"D-Deeper," Odessa stammered, "your f-fingers, please. Inside."

"You sure?"

"Please."

Ghoul ducked his head, pressing another kiss to her breast before withdrawing his hand from between her legs—the opposite of what she wanted! Odessa whined in disappointment, but froze when he lifted his hand to his face, sniffing curiously at his fingers. She stared, wide-eyed, as he flexed them, watching the way her slick strung two together with a thin, dropping thread that glistened like a tiny jewel before it snapped. Then, without warning, he stuck those same two fingers into his mouth and briefly sucked on them.

"Can't taste it," he said, frustration drawing his eyebrows together. "But you smell…you smell amazing."

"Frotz," Odessa cursed, her heart hammering like a piston against the inside of her chest. She reached for Ghoul, snaring him behind the neck and pulling him down for a hungry kiss that felt more teeth than lips and though he couldn't taste her, she still could, the lingering scent of skin and sweat clinging to his breath as he gasped into her mouth.

"Salty," Odessa moaned, kissing him again. "Musky, like I have not showered. It cannot be pleasant…but I wish you could taste me too, I–I want you so much, please, Ghoul…please do not stop."

She felt his hand grip the inside of her thigh again, squeezing and kneading his way back to her throbbing cunt—she groaned when he swept his smallest fingers back against her, then cried out when he pressed deeper, testing the give of her flesh until he found her opening.

"There," Odessa said, squirming in his lap, dimly aware of the hard press of his cock against her hip and the way he grunted as she writhed against him. He sunk his fingers deep, down to the last knuckle, scissoring and pressing them against her inner walls until she couldn’t hold back her moans; her neighbors would complain, surely, but she couldn’t bring herself to care in the moment, not when he was right where she needed him.

“How’s it feel?” Ghoul asked, fixated on the way her thighs trembled. “Am I doing it right?”

He wanted confirmation so badly, and Odessa didn’t have her wits about her to tell him in elegant words that he was perfect and wonderful and so sweet that she thought she could love him if she wasn’t terrified of frightening him off. The affection she held for him felt like it was bleeding over the edges of herself, like a glass filled with too much drink, and everything he said to her, everything he did was another drop breaking the surface tension until she felt like she was going to overflow.

“Ghoooul,” she moaned, lifting her hips, trying to feel more of him, deeper. “Ooohh, please, I am—ahhh, mmm! I am so close, please!”

“C-Can I—another finger? Can I?” he asked, sounding breathless. Odessa’s eyes were already shut so tight, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth as she tried to fight back against the feeling inside of her like…like a band tightening. He had driven her so close to the edge of her orgasm she could practically taste it, and she nodded desperately at his request, blindly feeling for his face to pull him back in for another sweltering kiss that he returned earnestly.

She felt him rearrange his hand, adding his prosthetic middle finger to her sopping cunt, stroking her diligently before attempting penetration—two might not not have been enough to bring her to orgasm, but three felt like a severe punch to the gut, stealing the breath from her lungs and making her cry out hoarsely as the added girth stretched her with a pleasant burn that settled into the kind of ache she couldn’t wait to wake up to in the morning. It was perfect, he was perfect, and all she could do was hold onto him, crying out as he pumped his hand against her, scissoring his fingers and mapping her out from the inside.

“P-please, pleasepleaseplease,” Odessa whimpered, “faster, Ghoul, I-I–”

“I gotcha,” he groaned, pressing his forehead to hers and tilting her until she felt the soft cushion of the couch at her back and Ghoul’s weight against her side. He leaned over her, panting heavily as he fucked her on his fingers, the sound of it obscene, squelching, wet and heady as the scent of her arousal permeated the air between them. Pleasure bit and snarled around her bones, setting her nerves on fire from within until she thought she might actually black out—it was almost too much, too much, and yet she didn’t think to tell him to slow down or stop.

Ghoul’s thumb slipped against the hood of her clit again, rubbing tight, frantic little circles against the general area—not quite right but still pleasurable enough that her toes curled with the attention—and she felt his hot breath against her cheek, then her tchara where he pressed a clumsy kiss that made all the heat inside of her coalesce into one bright, blinding ball that slowly exploded, expanding outward as she finally came on his hand, crying out his name in a loud, drawn-out wail.

Her body drew taut as she shook, legs pressed tight around his hand and wrist to stave off the hypersensitivity of too many nerves alight with too much feeling all at once. Odessa moaned again, softer this time as she rode out the waves of her release as it washed over her again, gnawing away at her like a blurrg with a bone. It left her winded and warm all over, panting as she tried to steady her breathing. Dimly, she became aware of the way Ghoul stared at her, mesmerized, it seemed, by her reaction. 

Innocent, she thought, lifting a heavy arm to touch the back of her fingers to the arch of his cheek, so he could feel her.

“Are you okay?” he asked, tilting his head against her hand. “That…that looked intense.”

“I am fine,” Odessa sighed, inhaling deeply. A few stray tremors wracked her frame, but the brunt of her orgasm had already filtered through her; moving felt impossible…but the couch was much too small for them to comfortably lay side by side.

Ghoul swallowed and reluctantly withdrew his hand from between her legs, his wet fingers lingering against her inner thigh and the bend of her knee before he reached between them to take hold of his stiff cock. Odessa inclined her head, watching as he jerked himself indulgently, smearing her slick all over his length with a low groan that rumbled from somewhere deep in his stomach and passed through her. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply—she wanted him, again.

“You were so tight ‘round my fingers,” Ghoul murmured, gently pinching his foreskin and drawing it over the head of his member. “So wet. I didn’t know it felt like that. It was…it was so nice.”

“You were wonderful,” Odessa said, kissing his chest, right above his heart. Slyly she trailed her hand over his pecs and down his stomach, squeezing his side before sliding her hand past his to cradle his balls, massaging them methodically until he choked on his next breath. What was left of the skin tight undersuit he wore beneath his armor clung to his hips, the last barrier between them. She sat up and tugged them down around his thighs, then stripped them from his legs to toss them over the arm of her couch and, finally, curled up beside him to nudge apart his knees with one of hers.

“H-hey,” Ghoul stammered as she forced her leg between his and slid her hand against the inside of his meaty thigh, “aren’t you…aren’t you tired?”

“Are you?” Odessa quipped back, aiming a sultry smirk his way, disarming him completely as she squeezed the muscle she found. She liked the feeling of hair on his legs, softer and finer than the trimmed patch around his cock, or the sparse smattering of hair across his chest and belly. She loved touching him, loved feeling the way his breath hitched and his skin jumped beneath her fingers, twitching like he wasn’t expecting it.

“N-no,” Ghoul admitted, the movement of his hand stuttering as she cupped his balls again, passing them by to trail her nails over his groin and up his abdomen, poking his belly button for fun. He flinched and she kissed his chest again, stifling a giggle.

He gave her a bashful look, removing his hand from his cock and stroking his fingers against her lek, tracing the pattern of her stripes. She watched him, affection welling up inside of her until she felt she could drown in it. He was so sweet, so unlike the hardened man she had met months ago, who barely looked at her, didn’t want to talk to her, who spoke to her like she was a nuisance. It had taken time to break through that tough exterior, but what she found underneath must have been the man he was before the terrible event that disfigured him.

It wasn’t fair that he felt the need to tuck himself away beneath layers and layers of indifference and barely restrained anger, but she could understand why he did it. It was the same way her father acted after her mother died. She recognized hurt and saw the power it held over others…she didn’t fault him for trying to protect himself.

“You want to go somewhere more comfortable?” Odessa asked, walking her fingers up his stomach to tap on his chest. “The couch is too small.”

“Uh…yeah,” Ghoul said. “If you’re sure.”

She was more than sure.

“Come with me,” she said, sitting up suddenly and tugging on his arm. Ghoul frowned, but followed her to his feet, where she took him by the hand and led him to her bedroom. It was smaller than the room they left and her bed filled most of the space; a small closet with sliding doors took up one wall and she had managed to wedge a very small end table between her bed and the other wall, closest to the window. The window was, perhaps, the best part of her apartment; when she opened the shutters she had a view of Coruscant she liked to imagine most people only dreamed about…even though she knew it couldn’t be all that impressive. 

At night though, and especially that night, with the storm, it was something special. She released Ghoul and pressed the button to activate the shutters, opening them midway to reveal a one way window that spanned the entire length of the wall. The sound of rain intensified as the soundproofing screen pulled back, revealing the storm still in full swing outside. Lights from neon signs blurred into colored splashes through the wall of water, bathing her dark room in soft lights of blues, purples, and greens.

“It is not much,” she said, looking over her shoulder at Ghoul apologetically, “but I am not minding it sometimes, when it is like this.”

“Better than the view we have at the barracks,” Ghoul said, standing awkwardly at the foot of her bed. “I’d rather have this.”

It’s yours, Odessa thought reflexively, but that was a foolish idea, just things she wanted to say because she felt like giving him anything he asked for and everything he deserved. But the idea of him staying with her, even living there…it was the kind of thing she would have liked, if it were possible for him. She shook herself free of fantasies and left the window, sliding her arms around Ghoul’s waist in a hug that he returned, albeit stiffly.

“I want to do something for you,” Odessa said, pressing another kiss to the center of his chest. 

“There’s more?” Ghoul asked, sucking in a sharp breath as she slid both hands over his rear, squeezing playfully. 

“There will always be more,” she teased, before pushing him to sit on her bed. “Scoot back, all the way. Make some room for me.”

She followed after him on her hands and knees, her lekku falling over her shoulders and trailing over his skin as she crawled on top of him, trapping him against her pillows and the headboard with a sweet kiss he tried to return with some grace. His flush was back, sweeping down his neck and over his collarbones as he watched her with a wary eye, not quite sure what she planned on doing; this time, Odessa had no intention of cluing him in. He was smart and would figure it out on his own, eventually.

“You are so good,” she murmured, dipping her head to press a kiss to his throat; she knew he couldn’t feel it, but that didn’t matter to her. It was the gesture and what it meant to her, to show him that she accepted him as he was, prosthetics and all. She heard his breath quicken and the sound of him trying to swallow.

“So gentle,” she continued to praise him, littering more wet kisses against his heated skin, “so curious. I am enjoying watching you discover new things. The look your face has when you feel something new, the way you are touching me…I love it.”

She swirled her tongue around his nipple and plucked at it gently with her teeth; he groaned and she pinched the other, feeling voracious in that moment, like she could just eat him alive and drink up all the wonderful sounds he made. He was just so sensitive, all over it seemed, but she especially loved the way he didn’t shy away from the attention she gave him. He liked having his nipples touched, he didn’t try to stop himself from making noises of appreciation, and he was just so…so beautiful. She didn’t think she had words for it, but she teased him with her mouth and her fingers to draw out more of those sweet noises, reveling in the way his hands found their way to her lekku, touching them slowly.

“Ahhh,” he moaned, “hah, Odie—too much. I–I can’t….”

Another groan tore itself from his throat as she pulled off of him to blow cool air against his spit-damp skin, his nipple puckering from the torment. Taking pity, she continued to kiss her way down Ghoul’s body, trailing her tongue over the dips of his muscled abdomen and scraping her teeth over the jut of his hip. She could feel his erection against her stomach as she slid back on her knees, smearing precum against her skin and twitching needily as she ignored it in favor of pushing his legs a little further apart so that she could comfortably lay between them.

“Oh fuck,” Ghoul swore when she ran her hands up both his thighs, kissing the top of one and the inside of the other. 

“I have thought about this too,” she said warmly, looking up at where he sat propped against her pillow, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. Cute, she thought, before taking hold of his cock and licking a fat, wet stripe along the underside from root to tip. The noise Ghoul made was new, strangled, and his hands fisted up in her sheets, pulling them out of the careful tuck she had made them in this morning. Odessa sucked a spot at the base of his cock and then ran her tongue against a prominent vein crawling up its length before kissing the moist head.

“Odie,” Ghoul gasped weakly, “y-you don’t hafta—”

“Shhh. Stop trying to deny yourself things that feel good. Simply relax…let me take care of you. Is that so bad?"

"No," he groaned. “Just…you do that and I’m…kark, I know I’m not gonna last long. You’ll get a mouthful.”

“Then I will swallow,” Odessa shrugged, tugging on him lazily. Ghoul whispered another word in what she guessed was Mando’a, but spread his legs a little more and laid back against the pillows to watch. 

“You’re a menace,” he whispered, shaking his head.

Odessa smirked and sucked the insides of her cheeks, working moisture back in her mouth so she could drag the flat of her tongue along his girth in a smooth movement that made him grunt. She rewarded his honesty with another kiss, then tilted his cock to her plush lips, taking the tip into her mouth.

“Ohhh. Odie…damn."

He tasted good in that way men did, in a way she imagined she would have tasted to him; salt-licked skin, sweat, and the faintest smell of rain clinging to him where his blacks had soaked through. There was something else there, something she guessed was the scent that was uniquely Ghoul, smokey and heady without being overpowering. She wanted to bury her face between his legs and breathe it in, until she could define it. It was his scent, and for the first time she thought she could understand the way it must have felt to bury his nose against her neck and inhale so deeply; she wanted to do the same to him, just so she’d never forget what he smelled like.

Odessa took him deeper, swallowing past the head and fisting what couldn't fit in her mouth. He was girthy—thick—but not unwieldy. She had known from first sight he was going to feel amazing once inside of her…and she was glad she had been right. Ghoul groaned gutturally as she took him further, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him hard; she snuck her arm beneath his thigh when he shifted restlessly, pulling it against her shoulder and touching him aimlessly, her hand wandering up his hip and over his stomach for pleasure's sake. 

"Kri–kriffing hells," he moaned, lifting his hips jarringly, instinctively trying to thrust. "That's a sight. Kark, you feel so good, ahh!"

Odessa hummed idly, swallowing him down until she felt the tip of his cock brush against the back of her throat. She stayed there, breathing through her nose as she bobbed her head up and down, closing her eyes and focusing on the feel of him resting heavily against her tongue. She felt his left hand take up her lek, rolling the very tip between his fingers and sending little shockwaves of pleasure through her; she clenched her thighs together, thinking back to how it felt to be stretched around three of his fingers.

Stealing glances at him when he least expected it was quickly becoming a little habit she enjoyed—like now, when she cast her gaze up at him with her mouth full of his cock and saw the way he stared at her, wincing through a mixture of pleasure and overstimulation, chewing on his bottom lip though he couldn’t feel it and how he refused to close his eyes for longer than a few seconds, like he didn’t want to miss out on watching her.

He was gorgeous. 

Odessa pulled off of him with a wet gasp, slathering his length with her tongue and dropping messy kisses to the soft skin connecting his groin to his thigh. She wanted to ruin him for all others, wanted to fuck him so thoroughly he’d never think of anyone else, no matter where his path took him. Selfishly, she wanted him all to herself. He was special. He belonged to her, and she wasn’t willing to let him go so easily after it had taken so long for her to realize how badly she had been wanting him like this.

“I love your taste,” Odessa said huskily. “You are the perfect size, nice and thick. I cannot wait to be having you inside of me.”

"You just say things," Ghoul groaned, "fuck, y' don't know what it does t' me…."

He shuddered, the muscles in his stomach fluttering beneath her fingers in response to her whispered promise of things to come. He had to know—even if he was completely inexperienced he had to know, at the very least, where this all was headed. He bucked against her mouth again when she pressed her lips back to his cockhead, pressing the tip of her tongue against his slit in a tease. His aborted thrust forced him back into her mouth unexpectedly; she almost choked, but greedily took control again and swallowed him back down with a content moan, closing her eyes and gripping him as tight as she dared. 

“Uuunnhh,” Ghoul moaned, arching his back and digging his foot into her mattress to give himself more leverage. She tried to push his hips back down but he was so much stronger than her; she could barely move him and the knowledge did little to quell the ache of arousal that had crept back into her loins. She wondered if, another time, he would be open to holding her down and fucking her hard and deep, or carrying her easily in his arms to press against a wall—she shuddered with each thought, crossing her feet at the ankle and clenching her thighs together for the sweet friction that came with the act. She could already feel the slip of arousal trickling down her sex. Kark, he made her so wet.

“Odie,” he gasped when she withdrew again to lave her tongue against his balls, nudging them before sucking a portion of his sac into her mouth. “Fffuuuuhhck. Odie, I’m gonna–I’m gonna cum. Uggh, don’t stop, don’t stopdon'tstopdon’tstop—”

She didn’t stop, not once, not until he started to stiffen up and his balls contracted; she kept pumping him even as she took him back into her mouth, suckling him sweetly, waiting for that moment when he released; the first spurt of cum hit the roof of her mouth violently, followed by more just the same and Ghoul’s deep, drawn-out groan that pierced through the veil of rain pattering against her window and even the distant rumble of thunder. He rolled his hips up into her face and his hand found the top of her head, resting between the bulge of her lekku as he pressed down the tiniest amount. Another thrill shot through her when she thought about how easily he could mush her face and take what he wanted—he wasn’t the type of man, she felt, but it was an attractive mental image all the same.

She swallowed easily, sucking him through it until his moans turned to whimpers and the hand on her head began to push her away rather than hold her close. She pulled off of him a final time, wiping her lips with the back of a finger, and stared as his cock continued to pulsate, twitching deeply against his stomach as though still caught in the throes of orgasm. Ghoul himself lay collapsed against her pillows with his flesh arm thrown over his eyes, mouth open and chest heaving as he panted for air.

“How was it?” Odessa asked, sitting up and running her hands back over his thighs; the muscle jumped beneath her palms and Ghoul let out a little nervous laugh before dragging his arm just over his forehead so he could look at her.

“I’m…I’m s’posed t’ answer that?” he asked incredulously. “I can’t…it was…it was better than I–I coulda imagined. It felt so good. Nothin’ like it. Ever.”

His speechlessness was adorable. Odessa threw her lekku over her shoulders and crawled back over him to kiss him softly, sweetly, pressing her tongue past his lips to tangle against his. He was getting better at meeting her, mimicking the way she moved her mouth against his and answering her demands with the press of his own tongue. It was good…but she still wanted more.

“You’re amazing,” Ghoul sighed when she pulled back to straddle him, sitting against his stomach with her hands on his chest, kneading the thick muscle of his pecs. “I…is it weird to say thank you? I…I feel like I should.”

“It is not weird,” Odessa said, smoothing over his shoulders and picking up his left arm to reexamine his tattoos. “But do not be thanking me yet. We are not done.”

Ghoul let out a shaky breath and touched her knee with prosthetic fingers, trailing them up her thigh to squeeze her hip.

“I dunno if I’m gonna last much longer,” he croaked. “That took…that took th’ wind outta me.”

“You’re still hard,” Odessa observed, after glancing behind her. She reached back and gave his erection a squeeze as if to test it, causing Ghoul to hiss.

“It’s sensitive,” he complained. “Hurts.”

“We can stop. If you are in pain, we do not have to–”

“No. No, I can…I can handle it, just…just gimme a minute.”

Odessa smiled down at him, cupping his cheek and running her thumb against his upper lip. 

“Take all the time you are needing,” she said. “I am not going anywhere.”

~~~

He had underestimated her. 

In the beginning Odessa was ‘just’ the bartender, and then somewhere along the line Ghoul had begun to consider her more like an actual friend, someone he didn’t mind talking to, someone whom he liked because she didn’t try to judge him or pry too deeply into things that were none of her business. She was polite, somewhat bold, but pleasant and understanding—constants he could rely on whenever he visited 79’s.

But now…now he felt like she had flipped the script on him, trapping him between her thighs and the mattress of her bed, looming over him like someone he didn’t recognize. She was…Odessa was hot, he realized, sexy in a way that didn’t even come close to what he remembered from Rollo’s (and how the memory of her dancing had been completely obliterated by the sight of her naked and squirming in his lap, wet on his fingers as she clenched down on him, crying and holding onto his neck like there was nothing she wanted more than for him to stick his entire arm inside of her and take hold of her heart from within).

Ghoul ran his hands up her thighs from where she sat astride him, marveling at her beauty and wondering, not for the first time, how he had managed to luck out like this. Her vibrant skin, cast almost blue in the neon glow from the lights outside, felt softer than anything he had ever touched before and he cursed his hands, that only one of them was functional, and only half-functional at that. He wished he could feel her.

“I like the way you touch me," she said warmly, smiling down at him with half-lidded eyes, totally unaware of his inner turmoil. He thought she must be tired…but she hadn't complained once, just…just kept pushing him along, further and further like this had been her plan from the beginning.

Realization struck; Ghoul gripped her waist, trying to pull her down but she resisted, her hands planted firmly on his chest.

"Were you…tryin' t' get me in your bed all along?" he asked. "Even when we left 79's?"

Odessa grinned, showing her teeth. He had never noticed before, but she had the slightest gap between her front two. It was…it was cute.

"Yes," she said, triumphantly, like she was pleased he had figured it out. "I had hoped. Not expected, but wanted—badly—for this. It was my intention…but if you had said no—"

"I'm glad I didn't," he said emphatically, an emotion he didn't recognize pooling in his gut. For the first time that night…he was starting to believe her when she said she wanted him, not because he looked like a freak and because it would be an experience, not because she felt sorry for him, and not because he was so obviously lonely and touch-starved that he deserved a pity-fuck…but because she openly and honestly desired him. 

He still didn't understand why…but he was beginning to think…maybe it was okay if…if he didn't have to understand. Maybe that was part of what made her wonderful.

And she was wonderful. 

Ghoul squeezed the tops of her thighs, memorizing the shape of her so he'd know her even in the dark. He liked the gentle flare of her hips and the curve of her sides, and especially her soft breasts—she had been right, they were fun to touch. He liked the look of them in his hands, how perfectly they fit in the mold of his palm, how he could splay his fingers wide and almost encompass one. He liked her nipples, a shade of green slightly darker than her skin, and he liked the way she moaned when he touched her. It made up for the way she had held him on edge, teasing him with her tongue and teeth until his own nipples felt raw from her attention.

But he didn't mind. He couldn't even think to complain. Complaining would be unthinkably rude. She could flay the rest of his damaged nerves open and pull them like strings, puppeteering him whichever direction she wanted him to follow and he'd go willingly…so long as she didnt stop looking at him like he meant more to her than just another regular at the bar.

"I like that about you," Odessa said, curling over him to press her lips against his forehead. His skin tingled where she kissed him and he sheepishly wondered if it would be stupid of him to ask her if she could keep doing that. He…he liked the touching, he liked touching her, he loved what she did to him when she handled his cock…but the kisses…the kisses made him weak. He wanted to melt into her arms while she took him apart with every tender touch of her mouth against his war torn flesh.

"Like what?" he asked, shaking himself out of his musings. 

"Your determination," she murmured against his skin. Her breasts pressed against his chest, distracting him; it was hard to think past the way her nipples brushed his skin and the immediate way his cock twitched eagerly, like he hadn't already cum twice.

"You're th'…th' first girl who's ever touched  me," Ghoul said, inhaling sharply when she ground against his stomach—fuck she was wet, he could feel her slick on his abs and it was torture, it was a special kind of hell that he didn't know how to initiate whatever was supposed to happen next. 

Inside her, he thought. 

That's all he knew.

"I know," Odessa was saying as she held her hand firmly against his jaw and kissed her way to his ear. His hearing aid crackled as thunder rippled through the air, but if he turned it down he wouldn't be able to hear the way her voice dropped an octave when she whispered in his ear, her breath hot and fuzzy and making his heart leap up into his throat.

"But if you are wanting to stop, or take break, we can. I would not force you to keep going. I want to be with you so much…but I can wait."

"I–I don't wanna stop," he reiterated. "I'm fine, really."

"Promise you will tell me if that changes," she said, resting against him. Her lekku slipped over her shoulders, their weight comforting against his chest. He touched her back, trailing his fingers up her spine until he caught her shiver in response.

“I promise,” he whispered.

Odessa kissed him and it felt like a reward, tender and lush and all things beautiful; his entire body sighed in relief and he swept both hands from her shoulders down to her hips and ass, fondling her leisurely. Kissing her, with the way she kept slipping her hot little tongue into his mouth, allowed him to suck a bit of moisture into his cheeks. It didn’t hold for very long, but it made things easier and ‘felt’ more natural—as near as he could tell at least. He just knew kissing was nicer when he had worked up a bit of spit. And she didn’t seem to mind either, just…just kept touching him through it all.

Ghoul groaned and shifted beneath her, flattening himself further against her bed and distantly recognizing how soft and comfortable her mattress was, how good everything smelled—like her, he thought—from the sheets to the pillows and everything in between. It was nothing like the barracks, with thin mattresses that felt no better than sleeping on the ground, threadbare blankets that never kept them warm enough, and flat pillows that woke them up with cricks in their necks more often than not. 

He almost felt guilty for enjoying it so much, like he didn’t have any right to any of this while the rest of his brothers were forced to suffer. But then Odessa touched him again, breaking free of their kiss to stick her arm between them, questing fingers brushing against his cock, and suddenly he couldn’t be bothered to think about anything else. There was just her and the way she looked at him, like he was everything, like she wanted nothing and no one else.

"Still sore?" she asked, gently rolling his foreskin up and down his frenulum. 

"Uh-huh," he groaned, gritting his teeth at the slight pain that accompanied the pleasure.

Odessa shuffled back on her knees until she hovered over him, her sex so close to his skin he could feel the heat from it radiating outward.

Inside her, he thought again, gathering his elbows beneath him to prop himself up. 

He shouldn’t have looked—fuck, it was so hot, the way she played him, her slim fingers dancing on the end of his cock, her green thighs spread over his hips, soft and rounded and so smooth. A phantom sensation cropped up in his lower jaw, like his mouth was watering just looking at her; if anyone was capable of inspiring the spontaneous growth of new salivary glands, it’d be her.

“Odie,” Ghoul growled, feeling impatient just watching her jerk his member like that. “C’mon…stop teasin’. I–I can’t take it.”

“Sure you can,” she smirked. “You are a good boy. You can wait a little while longer.”

Good boy.

He shuddered, her words and her voice somehow connected directly to the nerve endings in his cock, making it throb as precum drooled from the tip, more than he ever produced before on his own. Was he supposed to be ashamed by that? It dripped onto his stomach, bridging the gap with a translucent string that thinned and snapped when Odessa held him still, rolling her index finger over his slit and smearing the rest over his head.

“Osik,” he cursed, running out of words with which to express himself. He felt dumb when she did that, when she did anything that left him bereft of expression, except his ability to moan. He couldn’t hold it in, not when she was so adept at making him feel so damn good.

“You are hard as rock,” she observed. She swiped her other finger through the precum on his stomach and immediately stuck it in her mouth, sucking thoughtfully. He watched, feeling like his insides dropped out of him, like he had just been kicked in the gut.

“Bet you could put a hole in my wall.”

“Odessa,” Ghoul warned through grit teeth, “please. I’m ready. You’re killin’ me.”

“I hope not,” she giggled. “I like you too much.”

He quickly tried to think of something slick to say, something that’d make her giggle again because the sound of her laughter was one of the best things he had ever heard, but she didn’t give him another chance as she slowly lowered herself to sit on him, the length of his cock aligned perfectly with her dripping sex.

I’m gonna die, he thought to himself as he dug his fingers into her thighs and threw his head back, hissing at the contact of her hot cunt—almost immediately it was too much, too hot, too wet, and she gave no quarter, immediately grinding against him, coating him in her arousal in a way he hadn’t even considered a possibility. 

It was hot, it was so hot, and she was hot with her breathy little sounds, so soft, and his name on her lips like a prayer. 

“Oohh,” Odessa moaned, “Ghoul, oohhh.”

It went to his head. It went straight to his head and his cock and he gasped, arching beneath her, holding her down by the hips so he could grind up against her. His cock moved through her plush sex as she rode his shaft, her fingers still teasing the head, keeping him from disappearing completely every time she rolled her hips against him. 

“Ugghh,” he groaned, craning his neck to watch the way her finger slipped against the reddened tip. “Kark, Odie, shiiii–hah!”

She did something then, pinched back his foreskin just enough to slide her finger beneath it—he shouted and bucked harshly against her, his hips almost clearing the bed. He didn’t know how she did it, how she knew to touch him like that, like she was intent on finding all the things he liked, everything that made him squirm, everything he had done to himself at least once before and things he hadn’t even thought about—like that—until she tried them for the first time. It was like she knew his body better than he did…and he would’ve given it to her, if she asked.

Anything to feel like this again. 

Anything to feel at all.

“Ahhh,” Odessa cried, “I want you inside me. Please, can—”

“Fuck, yes, finally,” he groaned in response, throwing his dick up against her, holding onto the sweet curve of her hip with one hand now as he gripped the bars of her bedframe behind him with his prosthetic, not trusting himself to maintain enough control to keep from accidentally hurting her.

She sat up again, little frustrated sounds escaping her as she fumbled him, his cock nearly slipping out of her hand as she hurried to angle him toward her sex. Ghoul thrust impatiently, not helping but drunk off the sight of her little hand struggling to contain his girth. She braced herself with a hand against his stomach and bit her lip, closing her eyes as she lowered her hips, this time keeping him pointed straight. Ghoul held his breath, every cell in his body coming to a standstill as he watched her.

Slowly, agonizingly Odessa circled her hips, rolling forward slowly as she pressed the crown of his cock inside of her. The pressure was immediate and immense, nothing like he had felt before, not even when he took to the showers to edge himself and his own grip was so tight as to almost be painful. This wasn’t pain, though.

It was…if there was a life beyond this one, like he had heard from others who were more familiar with different cultures, then maybe it felt like this.

His mouth fell open but no sound came out as his head made it past the ring of muscle at her entrance, only to be swallowed up by the vacuum-like crush of her inner walls sucking him in. His stomach clenched and he curled his fingers against her, the nails of his last two fingers scratching against her skin as he tried and failed to find his voice.

"Frotz!" she cursed, exhaling sharply as she dropped her hand down to grip his shaft near the base. She sunk lower, pausing every inch it seemed, to give herself space to breathe. He needed it too, to devote every last ounce of willpower he had into not immediately blowing his load early. Her wet heat enveloped him like a vice, an all-encompassing pressure that finally squeezed a ragged moan out of his throat.

It felt like forever passed until she released her hold on him to settle, her ass resting against the tops of his thighs and her sex spread wide around the thick base of his cock. Ghoul couldn’t stop looking, light-headed with desire and hand shaking a bit as he tried to scrabble for some sense of self-control before he really made a fool of himself. He swept his hand up her side, tugging the end of her lek and tweaking a stiff nipple, then steadied himself against her ribcage as she rocked her hips.

The movement forced a grunt out of him; he had no words to describe how it felt, but she was bewitching and he could watch her on end for days. She panted, her lips slightly parted and her eyes half-closed, her hands pressed hard against his stomach and chest as she adjusted, making herself more comfortable he guessed. Every movement sent liquid heat seeping into his veins, his blood so hot he felt like he was going to boil to death from the inside. 

“O-Odiiie,” he groaned in complaint when she lifted her hips, coming off of him a scant few inches that felt like a thousand, torment compared to the feeling of being surrounded so intimately by the most perfect warmth he’d ever known.

“H-How does it feel?” she asked in a near whisper, her voice hitching a bit as she lowered herself back down, coming to rest again. 

“I–I can’t,” Ghoul stuttered. “It’s–ffff. ‘S like…’s hot. Good.”

He sounded like an idiot. Shame rose up—she couldn’t possibly think any part of his inexperienced fumbling was attractive, but she laughed sweetly and tilted his chin up with a few fingers to kiss him. Her lekku draped over his chest and shoulders again and he wondered what it would feel like to bury himself beneath them and hug her against his chest. He bet sleep would come easy, if he could just hold her like that and let her scent surround him.

“You are so sweet,” she whispered against his lips, before licking into his mouth. “Let me take care of you this time. You do not need to be doing anything. Lie back and watch, okay?”

As if he had any ability to offer meaningful input on the matter.

How she could pretend to be so composed was a mystery to him, but it worked to his own benefit when she sat up and began rolling her hips against him in slow, undulating movements that worked his cock like it was caught in a sleeve, massaging every inch, her heat seeping into every molecule until he wanted to melt into her. She could do anything to him, he decided, anything at all and he’d just thank her.

He watched the lips of her sex cling to his shaft with every drag of her hips, her arousal causing the skin of her inner thighs to stick to his groin with a tackiness he reveled in. It was slow and tortuous, nothing at all like the frenzied couplings in the pornographic holovids he and every other clone had watched at least once out of sheer curiosity. It was better than he had ever imagined, better than he had dreamed, better even than Wolffe had said it would be the day he had come back from his first week of leave, grinning ear to ear and sporting a dark hickey on his neck.

Wolffe didn’t say it would feel like this, like something right had clicked into place, or that he’d feel so complete. He didn’t say it would feel like…like everything wrong was suddenly made right, that he’d stop caring about all the things that used to piss him off…like nothing else mattered, except this.

Odessa leaned back, her hands on his thighs as she gyrated, working her hips in a circular motion that almost made his vision black out. The base of his cock bulged as she fucked him over, exercising her inner muscles and squeezing him purposefully—she had to be doing it on purpose, there was no way it was an accident. Ghoul groaned, taking hold of her hips with both hands again, forgetting all about his trepidation surrounding his prosthetic.

He loved the way her flesh filled his hands, loved the sight of the indentations his firm hold left on her, pale spots in her skin that filled with color as soon as blood returned to the area. She bounced atop him a little faster, panting harder, sweat making her skin shimmer; the ends of her lekku curled and her nipples stiffened—her breasts jiggled hypnotically with every downward thrust, to the point where he almost couldn’t take his eyes off them. Every part of her paralyzed him and left him unable to do anything other than lie there and take it, groaning his pleasure at her ceiling.

She pulled off of him again and this time he thrust up, chasing after her warmth, wanting to bury himself so deep inside of her he’d never come out; she moaned as he ground up into her, pulling her back down to hold her in place.

“You’re so karkin’ hot,” he managed to growl, kissing frantically along her lek when she leaned over him. “You’re drivin’ me crazy.”

 “Good,” Odessa gasped, digging her nails into his chest, hard, pinching his skin until he knew there’d be marks left over. “It is so hard to–hnn–think. You are so big, so full.”

“Kark, I can’t listen t’ you—shit, I don’t…I dunno if I can—hahh—hold out much longer. You’re so tight!”

He fucked up into her again, thrusting on instinct and going by feel—and it felt right, felt so fucking good to have some control in the situation, where she sat up on her knees and let him move the way his body was begging him to. Ghoul braced both feet against the bed and held onto her waist, thrusting awkwardly until he found a pace that worked—slow at first, easy, long strokes that had her clutching at his arms and moaning his name all over again, clenching down on his cock ‘til it felt like she was trying to rip it off.

“Fuck,” Ghoul cursed, watching her sex spread wide around him as he rocked against her. Her thighs clenched hard on either side of his hips and she stuck her hand between her legs, scissoring her fingers around his cock and spreading her lips enough to show off her clit, engorged with blood, plump and glistening as she spread her arousal over it in rapid, frenzied circles that made her jerk against him. He wanted to touch her so badly, wanted to be the one doing that to her, but he only had so many hands and he couldn’t divide his attention the way he wanted—his next thrust was clumsy, she came down too hard and the clap of their skin almost startled him.

“Oooohh,” Odessa moaned, “do–do that again, please!”

“A–Again?” he asked, before lifting her up, arms straining even though she didn’t weigh that much, and dropping her again while thrusting at the same time. It was much harsher, the sensation more powerful, and the sound they made when coming together made him dizzy with want and need.

“Like that?”

“Yes!”

He could do that. He could do anything she asked of him.

Odessa’s fingers never left her clit as he took charge, thrusting just hard enough that the ache in his groin intensified to an almost uncomfortable degree. Her breasts bounced with every movement, her lekku swaying tantalizingly just out of reach. Her stomach heaved and the wet noise of her fingers rubbing into her sex—shlick, shlick, shlick—embedded itself into his brain.

If he died…if he went back on the field tomorrow and a shell dropped out of orbit and landed directly on his head, blowing him to atoms, he knew he’d die happy, having experienced this…no, having experienced it with her. 

“K-kark,” she whimpered, rubbing herself faster, her fingers pressing down hard, like it wasn’t enough. He could practically feel her frustration—he felt it too, on every thrust, like there was a tension inside of him so close to snapping and the fact that it didn’t was maddening. She clenched down on him and he groaned, his hips stuttering to a halt as he ground them together, trapping her fingers against her clit.

“Close,” he heard her whisper. “So close…please….”

His balls tightened and the band inside him stretched tight, a hole tearing through the thinnest part as she caught his eye, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she rolled her hips against his. It was that look that did it, that intense, almost hungry look that felt like another punch in the gut because he realized it was for him, that everything she was feeling was because of him and though he had never had much of an ego to begin with, even before all that happened to him, a masculine surge of pride came to life inside of him, and the band snapped.

“Fuuuuuuh-ck,” Ghoul groaned as he came, his cock twitching inside of her and his hands gripping her hips hard as he thrust into her again, his balls clapping against her ass with a wet slap. Odessa cried out, arching her back as she ground her clit against the base of his cock, collapsing over his chest and pressing her face against his skin as she let out a muffled noise closer to a scream than anything else. He felt her walls ripple around him, then constrict in pulses as she finished, triggered by his own release. The tighter she felt, the harder it was for him to move and he choked, bucking against her desperately as she clenched down on his cock.

He couldn’t hold back another impassioned groan, dropping his head back against her pillows and sliding his hands around the round of her ass, pulling her closer, as if he could somehow open up his ribcage and swallow her inside of him. He couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t get close enough, even though he was sure there wasn’t a single part of them that wasn’t somehow glued together at that point. He could hear her too, still mewling out her pleasure as they gradually came to a standstill.

His heart felt like it was going to explode with how fast it was beating, like a buzzing in his inner ear that had nothing to do with his hearing aid, something he thought he’d be able to feel if he were without. 

“Kark,” he rasped, mouth suddenly too dry as he tried to find words.

Odessa laughed tiredly, still trembling as she caught hold of herself easier than he could, pressing kisses to the center of his chest.

“Oh, stars,” she sighed. “Ghoul…eswo Ghoul…that was…by the Goddess, that was amazing…you are sure you are not doing this before?”

He panted, finally falling limp, feeling like all his muscles had turned to liquid and were bleeding out of his pores. She shifted and his cock, finally spent, felt like it had been fucked raw; a sweet, tender pain lanced through his groin and he hissed, giving her a slight squeeze.

“Don’t move,” he whispered, feeling choked up for some reason. “Just…stay like that…for a minute. I need…I can’t do it again. I’m…I’m wiped, I–”

“I am not moving,” Odessa said, pressing her cheek to his sweat-damp skin. “We rest now. You did…you are so wonderful, so good. I cannot wait for how sore I am going to be in the morning.”

She propped herself up on her forearms and stretched to kiss him, just a little peck that paled in comparison to previous kisses she had bestowed upon him, but for some reason…for some reason that little moment, that innocent little gesture and her content, sleepy look, with her flushed cheeks and her smile and the way she laid against him…it broke him.

He pressed his fingers into the corners of his eyes before the sting of tears hit, but it was too late to stop the way he shuddered, or the strange sound he coughed up. He wasn’t crying. He didn’t cry, not while alone and especially not in front of her.

But his body didn’t care about the shame he felt; he felt tears wet his lashes and drip down the arch of his cheeks. He wasn’t fast enough to wipe them away and she was too close not to notice. The pressure in his throat expanded down to his ribcage and it ached, it ached like it did in the alley, when he couldn’t see anything except Toydaria and his dead and dying brethren around him.

“Fuck!” he said through clenched teeth, frustrated and annoyed with himself for ruining a perfectly good moment. “Fuck, I’m…I’m sorry, I don’t know why I keep…keep doing this, I—”

“Shhh,” Odessa said, cupping his cheek. Her thumb found a tear and wiped it away gently, but another fell in its place and she leaned up, capturing it with the tip of her tongue. 

“It’s okay,” she murmured, kissing right below his eye. “If you need to cry, then cry. No one is stopping you.”

“I don’t know why,” he complained, looking up at her, distressed. “Everything was perfect, I’m just makin’ a mess of—”

“No mess,” she said gently, bringing her forehead to his. “Nothing is ruined. I am not upset, not kicking you out—you are okay. You are safe. Nothing is wrong with a few tears. If there are needing to be more, then that is fine too. I am not judging you for feeling too much.”

For a moment he thought he was going to lose control of his breathing, but her hand came over the top of his head and she pet him, rubbing back and forth until his shuddering—he hadn’t even realized he was shaking, fuck—slowly came to a stop. 

He was gripping her too tight, he realized, but Odessa just watched him, catching his tears with the bend of her finger and flicking them away or wiping them on her pillow. She…she really didn’t care. She was warm all over, she smelled like flowers native to her home planet, and her voice was so sure, so soothing…he didn’t know why he ever bothered resisting the gravitational pull she had on him, from the very beginning. 

“How are you real?” Ghoul asked.

“I do not know how to answer that,” she shrugged. “I am just…me.”

“I don’t know how I found you,” he said, lifting his left hand to touch his fingers to her face. She felt real. Odessa captured his wrist and turned her head to press a kiss to the flesh part of his palm and then laid back against him. His cock slipped out of her and they both groaned, with her finally rolling off to tuck herself against his side with her head on his shoulder and her leg still draped over his stomach.

“Maybe we have found each other,” she said, with a little smile. “Maybe it is the Force…or the Goddess…maybe just good luck? I am not caring so much what had a hand in it…but I like that it happened. You are…very interesting to me.”

“You keep sayin’ that,” Ghoul said, shaking his head. “I don’t get it. I don’t get what’s so ‘interesting’. What do you really mean?”

“Just that. You are interesting, and I want to know you more. It does not have to be more than that for now.”

He supposed she was right. He was too tired to keep trying to get a real answer out of her…maybe it was just a language barrier thing. Her Basic was fine, but…maybe there was a word in Ryl she was trying to translate that just didn’t have an equivalent. He could figure it out for himself, take up those lessons and try to learn as much Ryl as he could, maybe find someone to talk to who would understand what she was trying to say.

Ghoul yawned, exhaustion taking hold of him finally as everything around them fell into a strange stupor. He looked at the digital meter on her nightstand and realized only a couple hours had passed since he walked through the front door. It felt…it felt like a lifetime ago. The rain hadn’t let up at all since they left 79’s and the cool air against his damp skin sent a chill through him. Odessa hummed and sat up, twisting to stretch. 

“You are staying the night,” she said, as if to make that perfectly clear. He didn’t have it in him to argue, but nodded and pulled himself up to sit. Together they yanked back the sheets and crawled beneath, collapsing again almost immediately. Ghoul took hold of Odessa’s arm, tugging until she crawled back against him with a content sigh.

“You are so warm,” she mumbled as he pulled her into his chest. “I could get used to this.”

His heart leapt and he tried to think of something to say to that, but she yawned and wiggled in place, making herself so comfortable and small that he couldn’t bring himself to keep her awake any longer. But…he needed to.

“Odie,” he whispered. 

“Mm?” came her sleepy response.

“Uh…sometimes I…don’t sleep well. I wake up an’...it’s not always easy. It’s…violent, sometimes. I…I don’t wanna scare you.”

“I am not scared of you,” she said with a little snort. “If you wake up, so will I. Do not worry.”

Reluctantly he laid back down, chewing on the inside of his cheek though he couldn’t feel a thing. She said not to worry, but he did. Now that his lust was sated, now that all the desire had bled out of him (though not entirely; if he thought about her too hard he knew he’d want her again) he could think clearly. There were things about him she didn’t understand, things that had happened to him that made it difficult to get a full night’s sleep, or made it seem like he was…dangerous. 

He didn’t want her to feel like she couldn’t have him around.

But…she said not to worry about it, and she was so warm and her bed was so soft, and he was so, so tired. Despite his misgivings, his eyelids felt heavy, like there was a string attached to them and someone kept pulling on it. He yawned, his chest expanding, and finally allowed his eyes to close. The sound of the rain striking the window was a little soothing, he supposed, and the weight of Odessa on his arm felt…really nice.

Don’t worry about it, he told himself. It’s a problem for the morning.

~~~

Hours later, the rain finally stopped, but the storm hovered above the city like black doom. Lightning flashed in the clouds, arcing through the sky to make contact with long, metal rods mounted to the top of every building taller than twenty meters.

Odessa stirred slightly, cozy and tingling all over. Distant thunder rumbled, followed by a much louder booming that rattled the window and dug into her bones, pulling her out of sleep. She hummed to herself, stretching her legs a bit; almost immediately she felt a tender ache between her thighs, followed by a slow warmth that spread through her entire body.

Oh yeah.

Beside her, Ghoul slept on, flat on his back with his other arm hanging off the bed and his legs tangled up in the sheets he had managed to pull off the both of them. She hadn’t even felt him moving. With a little tsk, she tried to pull the corner of her topsheet out from under him—he jerked, and thunder shook the air again.

With a shout, Ghoul shot up, scrambling until his back hit the bars of her bed frame; even in the dark Odessa could see how wide his eyes were and how he looked around wildly, gasping and chest heaving—she almost froze, almost let the sudden shock of his waking disarm her completely.

“Wh-where am I?” he shouted, his voice loud, grating—terrifying.

“Safe,” she hurried to say, crawling over the mattress to place her hand on his knee. He jerked away from her, the look on his face both angry and frightened, and she quickly changed direction, sliding off the edge of the bed to hit the button for her window and then turning on the small lamp sitting on her nightstand. A warm glow filled the room and as the shutters unfolded to their closed position, the sounds from outside slowly abated. Odessa sat back down on the edge of the bed, watching Ghoul as he squinted against the sudden light, shaking his head a bit.

“You are safe,” she repeated softly. “You are in bed, with me, on Coruscant. You are spending the night, remember? It is still raining outside…there is a really bad storm passing through.”

Ghoul’s expression shifted almost immediately, like someone had pressed ‘reset’; all the aggression drained out of him and he hung his head, dragging a hand over the back of his neck.

“Damnit,” he hissed. “Fuck. I…I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, I knew this would happen. I…I’m so sorry Odie. I–I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No,” she said, shaking her head and crawling across the bed again. This time, when she placed her hand on his knee he only flinched. “You were just confused…it is a new place and it was dark. I am sure the thunder is not helping.”

He looked up at her, his face…he looked like a kicked tooka, like he wasn’t entirely sure if she wasn’t about to change her mind and kick him out of her apartment. It was a ridiculous notion, but she had a feeling he couldn’t help it.

“How about we leave the little light on,” she said, nodding toward the lamp. “I can lower the brightness and you will be able to see if you wake up again. Shutters are closed, and the soundproofing will keep the worst of the thunder from reaching you.”

He glanced over her shoulder at the aforementioned things and drew a long breath, his shoulders sagging with defeat.

“I don’t think I’m worth all th’ trouble,” he said.

“You do not think much of yourself at all,” she pointed out, “but that does not mean I think of you the same way. You are no trouble to me…you are not a nuisance. I still want you here.”

He was quiet for a long time after that, staring at her like he was trying to peel her apart and get a good look at what was going on inside her head. Odessa stared back, refusing to back down. She could see why others would be on edge around him; he didn’t blink and the silvery glint of his prosthetic eyes was…unnerving.

But not to her.

“Do you want to try again?” she asked, tilting her head. “I am still tired…and I know you must be too.”

Ghoul stared some more, but then lowered his gaze with a short nod as he gave up. Odessa breathed a sigh of relief and took hold of the sheets, giving them a good shake to straighten them back out before slipping back under. She reached over to tap on the lamp, lowering the brightness to a low glow that still left them with plenty of light by which to see, and then rolled onto her side, wriggling as she found her sweet spot.

The mattress dipped as she felt Ghoul settle behind her, his body heat a familiar thing by now as he scooted closer. She bit her lip, hoping he wouldn’t feel so embarrassed that he couldn’t cuddle close like he was before, but she felt his hand creep under her arm, the metal so smooth as he spread his touch over her ribs and under her breast and she smiled to herself, knowing she had won out over whatever plagued him.

He pulled her against him, his chest firm against her back and his breath hot against her lekku; to her surprise he lifted one carefully, pulling it over his shoulder to rest comfortably. Then, his lips pressed against the back of her neck in a painfully tender kiss that made her stomach flutter.

“Thank you,” he whispered softly, stroking her belly with the tips of his fingers. “You’ve…shown me more grace than I’m used to. Feels rude t’ just…take it.”

“Nonsense,” Odessa sighed, enjoying the feeling of his touch trailing over her skin. “It is easy to be kind. I want you to be happy.”

“...wish I knew why.”

“Because I like you. I want good things for you.”

“...I like you too.”

Her breath caught in her chest and held for a moment before releasing; it was the first time he had admitted it that entire evening, and though she would’ve been a little hurt if he hadn’t felt the same way, she hadn’t expected him to say anything. 

But he did and she couldn’t help the way she felt, filled with hope that…that this might not be a one-time thing.

“Ghoul—” 

“Jenot,” he interrupted.

Odessa paused, the word foreign to her.

“What?”

Ghoul shifted, squeezing her tight.

“Jenot,” he said again. “It’s…it’s my name.”

“Your…your name is Jenot?” she asked, confused.

“Yeah…uh…it’s what I chose back…back before. When I left Kamino. Ghoul is what…what th’ others called me, after I got put back t’gether. I don’t mind it, either, if you’d rather call me that. But my name is Jenot.”

“Jenot,” Odessa said, trying it out. “Jenot, Jenot.”

“Like I said, if it’s weird, you can—”

“Jenot,” she said, addressing him. “I like it. It is a beautiful name. I am so happy you are trusting it to me…thank you.”

She heard him inhale sharply behind her and the arm around her waist tightened just a bit more.

“No,” he choked out, “thank you.”

He kissed her lek and ducked his head against the back of hers, holding her firmly. This time, she didn’t try to turn around and look at him, nor did she comment when she felt something warm and wet drip onto her skin. She just lay there, idly stroking his arm and letting him take his time experiencing whatever emotion had taken hold. It was his right…and she thought it was…kind of beautiful that she was there to take part in it.

“Jenot,” she eventually sighed, feeling sleep take her as her eyes began to close again. “Such a nice name…I cannot wait…to meet you in the morning….”

His hand fumbled for hers, metal lacing between flesh and bone as he intertwined their fingers.

“I’ll be here,” he mumbled back.

“Good…I cannot wait.”

[bomberqueen17]

momentum

last year i kept missing updates and people were so sweet like “you don’t have to post X often! you don’t have to hit a deadline! do what suits your schedule!” and that was lovely and I did appreciate it, but the point of the deadlines was momentum. Now I have fallen down so thoroughly on posting ever at all, zero routine left, no concept of it even, that I have no momentum and my brain is like clearly no one cares about this so give up, and that sucks, and i’m exhausted and cranky and useless and shitty but by god i am not abandoning my like fifty WIPs that i care deeply about i swear and so anyway i am trying to force the engine to turn over, as hard as I can, i swear other people were excited about this and i can use that to get myself excited about it again, i can do this

so please help me get excited about literally anything, i am in despair.

SNIPPETS of THINGS i am TRYING TO MAKE HAPPEN:

direct prequel to Fit For Pearls:

“Did he ask you to tell me about the meeting?” Ciri asked, eyeing him.

“He did not directly ask,” Voorhis said stiffly, “but he knows I intended to ensure you had the opportunity to attend such meetings. Had he not wanted me to tell you, he would have needed to order me not to.”

“Is that how it works?” Ciri asked.

“It’s how that works,” Voorhis said, very stiff and formal and not much like his normal self. She wondered what he was trying to convey. Was it displeasure, that this was his task? Was it nervousness, that it was in fact not his actual task and he was perhaps taking advantage of some confusion to play politics?

She hated politics.

She’d chosen politics.

“I thank you,” she said wearily.

next bit of the Peace-Tied series, a tender little Iorveth & Yennefer moment with hair-braiding, very self-indulgent:

By the time they finished writing and elaborately illuminating the placard, Yennefer’s hair was caught back in a series of delicate little braids that then twined around one another, and caught her hair up off her neck. She was also inexplicably near tears at the tenderness of all of it. 

Iorveth knelt up to finish fastening the ends of her hair behind her ear, after having twined the braids up over her head. His body was a long, warm press along her back, his hands warm and big cradling her head. 

She tipped her head back and he held her like that, gentle and reassuring. “How’s that?” he murmured. 

She took a shaky breath, and he smoothed a hand down the side of her face, settling down on his knees to put his arms around her from behind, cradling her back against his shoulder. “There,” he said. “Now your hair looks like someone cares for you.”

“Is that what it means,” she murmured.

“It does,” he said, and pressed a kiss against the side of her head, above the hairline. “Thank you for fixing my face. I wasn’t ready to die, not like that.”

“I am glad that I could,” she said.

and finally this weird modern a/u (tw for self-directed ableist language in dialogue) i’ve been working on slowly forever that is so close to cohering and yet doesn’t quite, in which I think you can guess what Joe’s thusfar unknown real name is:

A hand caught him by the arm, two hands, steadying him, and helped him sit up. Joe was even more frightening up close; Roche had noticed the eyepatch from a distance but his face was heavily-scarred on that side, like somebody had gone at the eye with a knife and missed. Or, like something had hit him very hard in the face, taken the eye, then bounced off his cheekbone and twisted down his face. 

But his hands were strong and he steadied Roche for a long moment, and despite the frightfully leering aspect his damaged face gave him, his expression was actually neutral. “Is anything broken?”

“I got shot,” Roche gritted out, “twice, a year ago, this is as good as it fucking gets. I just landed badly, just now, and it takes me a minute.”

He saw Joe notice the cane. “Ah,” the man said. “I hadn’t realized.” He looked around. “Dogs knocked you over?”

“The saluki is a fucking menace,” Roche said. He couldn’t sit like this, it was agony on his hip. “They’re all fucking menaces.” He couldn’t get up, he couldn’t stay down, he was shivering with the pain.

“Let’s get you to a chair,” Joe said, calm and businesslike. “Where’s the damage? Hip and shoulder?” Roche managed to gesture, and Joe proceeded to mostly lift him unaided, which hurt like a motherfucker, but once he’d dumped Roche, surprisingly gently-- he was very strong-- into the armchair in the corner it was easier to get his various joints at angles that didn’t hurt. “Do you need anything else,” he said, far too neutral and calm. 

“Yeah,” Roche said, savage with agonized frustration, “I need to not be a fucking cripple.”

Joe didn’t answer for a long moment. “While I can relate to that,” he said, “I meant, do you have any medication or anything that would help?”

Gritting his teeth, Roche pointed to the paper bag he’d left on the sideboard, that still had the pill bottle in it. There were still a couple of pills in the old bottle but he wasn’t going to have Joe wander through his house looking for them. 

Joe took the bottle out of the bag. “One or two,” he said. 

“I can-- one,” Roche said, giving up; Joe was already opening the bottle. 

“Can you dry-swallow or do you need water,” Joe said, but he was already moving over to the dish drainer to retrieve a glass. 

“Water,” Roche said, resenting it. Joe put the bottle down and filled the glass, bringing over a pill between his thumb and forefinger, and the filled glass in his other hand. 

Roche took the pill and the glass, inwardly fuming. He could get the lid off a fucking pill bottle, and he hadn’t asked for this. 

“Would an ice pack help or is it past that?” Joe asked, and while his tone was neutral, it grated over Roche’s last nerve. 

“You know,” he said, “I didn’t ask for your fucking pity.”

Joe said nothing, just stood regarding him. After a moment, he bent down, looming uncomfortably close. “I know we don’t know one another, Vernon,” he said quietly, “but I want you to look me in the eye for a moment, and then tell me that you think I don’t know what it’s like to have to adjust to a new way of living after a bad injury.” *

Roche’s anger flattened out abruptly, staring into his neighbor’s mangled face. The remaining eye was green, astonishingly green against the medium-brown of the man’s complexion. “Uh,” was all he managed; he didn’t have an answer for that.

“I understand that you’re in pain,” Joe went on quietly, straightening up and smoothing his hand down the front of his battered jacket, “and I can extend you a little grace based on that, but I want you to realize what you’re doing.” He glared down at Roche. “One last time, is there anything else you need, or are you all right on your own from here?”

Face burning, Roche managed to grit out, “I’m all right on my own from here.”

Joe stared at him for a long moment, and then turned and left, closing the door carefully and quietly behind himself. 

The canine energy surged through the kitchen again in the wake of his departure, but then Strega came over and put her head in Roche’s lap, and he fondled the silky curls of her ears and said, “Awesome work, guys, we’re doing great!”

*yes this is the Look Deep Into My Eyes Ernie meme, i could not resist

[geralallfandoms]

|RICK GRIMES|

When everything falls apart

Warnings: Violence, grief, depression, beatings, blood, death, suicidal thoughts and all kinds of common things in twd.

Rick Grimes X Fem reader

The whole place was in a strange silence that had made you uncomfortable. You had gone out looking for your sister who was keeping watch in one of the towers but when you arrived, you noticed that it was empty.

On the other side of the fence you saw that something was moving, so you decided to go out and see, maybe she had gone out to get rid of a walker, just to go around the perimeter, but when you got there you'll immediately regret going.

The Governor, along with two of his men, were tying Hershel and Michonne hand and foot. You quickly reached for your weapon, but before you could even reach for it, one of them lunged at you.

"I don't think that's a good idea…" He whisper in your ear. If something else to do, you let them tie you down too, there would be no use fighting three people who were twice as big as you.

You thought about all the things they were going to do to them, even the idea of never seeing your sister again crossed your mind, but with a sharp and strong blow with the butt of the gun, all those things were erased and everything went dark.

When you woke up, your head was resting on Michonne's shoulder and Hershel's gaze was locked on you. "Are you alright dear? You received a strong blow." The man whispered, but it was not necessary to say it, your vision was cloudy and everything was spinning, it was obvious that the blow had been strong.

You looked up and were surprised to find that you were in front of the prison bars. Next to the truck was a tank that was aimed directly at your group. To your family. To the people you had met under horrible circumstances and who had changed your life forever. The people you would give your life for without thinking twice.

One of the men opened the door and took Hershel's arm "Is Hershel on the council?" You heard the governor say. "What about Y/n and Michonne? Are they on the council too?" The man took you and Michonne by the arm, leaving you kneeling in front of the tank.

You were in the middle of them, you could see your whole group in the distance, while Rick was on the other side of the fence closer, talking with the governor.

Actually, you weren't fully aware of listening to what they were talking about, you just thought about everything that could happen, about everything that could end badly, you couldn't stop thinking about what would happen to all the children who were in there, in all those who were sick and who would need help to get out.

"We can all live here. We wouldn't even have to see each other, we'd live in different pavilions...it might work. Your friends, they live here now, they're leaders...it might work." Rick's words sounded hopeful and for a moment you believed in them, for a moment you thought that they could work things out, come to something...

"Liar."

Said the governor interrupting your thoughts. And suddenly, without you noticing the moment in which he had taken the katana, you saw out of the corner of your eye how it shone in the sun, how it seemed to move in slow motion and how the edge cut part of Hershel's neck with a single blow.

The blood that spurted from his neck was going straight to your face.

Rick's scream along with his first shot were the triggers for the war to begin.

Bullets were flying everywhere and all you could do was crouch down and watch as the man writhed in pain, as gasps came out of his mouth, incoherent, perhaps you had managed to hear the name of his daughters, but your state of shock did not let you hear or think clearly.

You saw to your left how Michonne was rolling behind one of the cars, you wanted to copy her action taking advantage of the fact that the ties on your legs were quite loose, but when you managed to get up, a woman ran towards you until she threw you to the ground again.

His fists went directly to your face, another went to your stomach and after fighting and fighting with the ties of your hands, when you managed to let go, you hit her directly in the face, causing her to destabilize. The fight continued for a few more minutes that were endless, the physical and mental pain was too much and you just prayed for it all to end.

And as if it were a miracle, Michonne appeared behind her, grabbed her hair as she took the gun away from her and ended her life with a shot.

The blood came out of your nose without stopping, the woman passed an arm through your arm, helping you to stop. With slow steps they walked to where Rick was, who was still fighting against the governor, and once again, Michonne became someone's salvation; she took her katana from the floor and completely pierced the governor, ending all the curse.

Rick was almost the same or worse than you, but he clearly had much more willpower, since he got up practically alone, screaming in search of his son.

The woman took you by the arm again, began to guide you when she saw that you were still in shock and did not react around you, they walked all over the place in search of someone, of something that was useful.

As she lifted one of the weapons from one of the bodies, you saw a walker approaching you and when you looked up, you wished that katana had hit you and not Hershel.

In front of you, gray-eyed, snarling, arms outstretched, mouth open in search of meat, was your sister.

The woman you loved the most in the world, the woman you had always taken as an example to follow, the woman you had not been able to fire... to tell her that you loved her for the last time.

You allowed yourself to cry and scream. You walked up to her and started pushing her away, forbidding this thing to pose as your sister.

Arms took you by the shoulders, pulled you away from her. Michonne whispered in your ear that they had to go, that she was so sorry but they had to go, and when you realized that she was right, you simply let her take you as long as she thought it was necessary.

---------‐---------

They walked for hours, Michonne practically dragging you, you simply repeated the image of your sister over and over again in your head, without caring what was happening around you.

It wasn't until you saw that they were in front of a house, the woman was looking out the window as tears fell down her cheeks and her chin trembled. After a few minutes the door opened, revealing the person you least expected.

Carl and Rick grinned from ear to ear seeing that they were okay at least one more of the group had survived.

Rick practically ran to hug you, caressing your head and back, but he separated from you when he noticed that you didn't respond to his hug.

"Y/n?what's wrong?" he asked as he put his hand on your cheek, removing the dirt that ruined that soft skin that he had always loved.

"She...sh-shes dead"you said as the tears fell down your cheeks again.

Having him in front of you, caressing your face, seeing his eyes that transmitted so much peace, you let all your incentives flow.

Your legs went limp and he quickly took you in his arms, taking you to the couch inside the house, Rick sat down first and took you in his arms, causing you to sit on his legs, with your head resting on his chest, allowing you to listen. their beats.

You cried all night as you let Rick comfort you, you thought of all the moments with your sister, you thought of the thousand and one ways she had died, but in the end it was Rick's reassuring words and hugs and kisses, who managed to calm you down and put you to sleep.

Those who allowed you to rest your wounded heart, together with the person you had dreamed of being for so long.

(Hello! Thank you very much for all the support to the other story😭 I really did not think I would have so much support! I am always willing to take requests! I hope you like it, sorry for the mistakes, English is not my first language. )

[dirtyoldmanhole]

fluffy-ish gunter/corrin fic excerpt i'm exceptionally endeared to, and i think you all will like as well ~ post-possession, pre-final-anankos fight. gunter just had to debrief the royals on some of more personal anankos memories.

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“Do you want company, sir?”

Corrin would never voice these worries to the dusty air, but his hands were shaking badly again.

“Please.”

The quiet answering rasp almost broke her heart in that stone-still moment, and so gently, she moved to daintily sit next to him on that half-broken stone wall. Equally as gently, she laid her head on his armoured bicep.

“Do you know why I don't drink, Corrin?” It was in a tone of a man confessing, and so she stayed silent, eyelids closed and savouring the warmth of his muscled body. She thought she felt the faintest rasp of a strained, self loathing chuckle between those clasped black gauntlets. “I would have been in oblivion the entire time, my love. Twenty years at this point, and then some at the bottom of a bottle with my despair. Krakenburg, as you know now, would have doubtlessly taken advantage of that weakness.”

The last line, she almost thought she did not hear at all.

“I never forgot. Not for one day.”

Heartbeats stretched.

It was many moments later before he shifted again, wearily rubbing fingers one last time through his lined face.

Very slowly, he stretched, exaggeratedly, and slipped off of the stone wall as surely as he shed off the weariness and into a newer mask. The transformation did not take long; he turned, and one moment he wore the weight of the world on his shoulders, and in the next he wore a lightly amused expression she recognized as her old lecturer, teacher, and mentor. 

She had never noticed how slinky her old man was. She had, however, realised with a new appreciation how artless of an actor he was. There was a sinewy grace about it that kept her watching. For the heavy black-armoured plates he preferred, he always moved with a dancer’s taunt precision. One of his hands flexed with a catlike stretch before he laid it against the stone wall.

A lone gauntleted claw of his began to sketch out a crude layout of the castle against the stone. Spindly light white lines began to lace each other as he scratched at the rough texture, and he drew the throne room that she was far too familiar with, and then a spider-webbed series of tunnels radiating outwards.

“Castle Gyges has many tunnels. You are familiar with some of them but it is with luck we have several routes to the surface.” The design was quickly taking on a complexity far beyond what she could keep track of. “Essentially, two main routes to take.”

“How do you know all of...” 

At her words, Gunter gave a crooked, sly glance back down; too haunted to be called a true smile, and with his raised eyebrow framed by the shadows—the answer hit her like a bolt of lightning smiting down from the heavens. Corrin suddenly felt foolish, afraid that it would send her lover back to much darker memories from when he was under the thrall of the silent dragon. 

“Oh.”

“Indeed.” He nodded back at the pictograph, thankfully too morbidly amused to care about her unintentional tactlessness. Gunter continued lightly in the odd intimate moment. “You might even say possession has its uses. Now, pay attention my dear. This inside ramp that you all took is likely to be structurally unsafe by now, with multiple levels prone to collapsing.” One of his armoured digits traced a line just inside the throne room, a spindly scratch ringing the room itself. 

He was far too attractive like this, with his other gauntleted hand bracketing his other hip. The worst part, she decided then and there, was the smug little swagger with his legs crossed.

“There is, however—” And this time he tapped at another line slightly further away from the innermost rectangular room. “—a little known tunnel that is a path straight to the surface and far less likely to collapse on us midway and send us to an earlier grave." He chuckled darkly, glancing back at her with an odd fondness. “It will take longer, and there are traps—mine of course—but I'll show you where and how we can disable those.”

Oh he was pleased, Corrin’s stomach gave a little wobble-flop upon hearing his husky purr laced with pride, and it was her turn to try very hard to resist a blink or any kind of reaction. 

He had been planning this betrayal for much longer than anyone had ever assumed, and she did not know how she would have responded to that knowledge, days ago. In the end, after a small huff, Corrin did not know what it said about herself that she didn't care, now. Only that they all arrived back with no more lives lost.

“You’re recommending the longer path, sir.” Murmuring with her chin across her arms, and knees tucked in, she swayed on the stone wall as she watched up at him back. 

Gunter nodded with a professor’s approval. “There is also the element of surprise. Anankos is expecting you to be frightened, to opt for the quickest, easiest route.” 

And for you to not give us help. Corrin thought. 

The walls suddenly rumbled again, severe enough that pebbles clattered and echoed worryingly along the stone floor that stretched into the dark gloom beyond.

Gunter straightened, bracing himself off the stone and shedding yet another mask from that warmly suave lecturer she was intimately endeared to and back into the distantly cold knight, yet one who was a black-armoured protector. Now, she could only see the creased worry in the lines of his eyes adding to the bags under his eyes. 

He stared upwards with a calculating look, restless gaze searching for any additional sounds or clues. The endless stone seemed even heavier and more threatening than usual, pressing down ominously. 

“We need to get out of here now, milady. The quicker, the better. I would not trust this place past an hour… his power is growing again, even with Azura’s mitigations.”

Corrin nodded, reluctantly pushing off of the stone wall, and lingered by his side. 

“… thank you.” 

It was not the right words, could never capture all the tender, complicated nuances striving in her heart towards her lover. Instead, she buried her face in the crook of his arm, that unarmored tenderness of his muscles where she could feel his warmth against the dark cloth and leather, and savoured his masculine scent.

I missed you, so much.

A gauntleted hand closed around the back of her hair, and slowly stroked the strands back as he had always done since she was a child. 

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Part 13: Dance of Darkness

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Grace Burgess x OC

Summary: Lucy and Tommy iron out the arrangements with Alfie and Lucy makes an effort to comfort Tommy after a conversation with Ada goes badly.

Word Count: 4,940

Notes: Warnings for depictions of smut, violence, and references to prostitution.

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Chapter 6: Heartful of Love & Devotion

Tommy and Lucy exchanged grins as they watched the Digbeth Kid retreat from the snug. Good kid. Tall and gangly, with a large nose and funny clothes. It was rare that they got someone in there that was so wide-eyed and innocent to the world.

“Oh, I don’t know, Tom. Kids these days…” Arthur smiled at his paper.

“They didn’t fight, so they’re different. They stay kids,” Tommy said.

“I liked him,” Lucy tapped the ash from her cigarette into a tray in the middle of the table. “He seemed sweet.”

Tommy shot her a look from over his paper and she rolled her eyes fondly, knocking his foot with hers under the table.

The remainder of the people who wandered in to see them were generally uninteresting and insignificant, most of them searching to earn a few quid working for the Peaky Blinders, and a few with grievances that needed sorting or payments for protection.

“Shall we head back to the house?” John asked, stretching his arms as they all stood. Lucy downed the remainder of her tea and took Tommy’s outstretched hand to help pull her from her seat. The four of them walked down the lane, Arthur and John snickering to themselves about the Digbeth Kid, beginning to tussle. Lucy linked her arms through his and snorted at the display as John and Arthur pulled their guns, beginning to play cowboy with one another.

“If one of them accidentally shoots the other, I’m gonna laugh,” Lucy threatened in his ear. Tommy coughed to cover his snicker, elbowing her back fondly. Arthur and John continued to play with each other, bursting through the doors of the house with their guns still raised. They didn’t even notice that there was a mystery boy in the kitchen with Polly until they’d already hurled inside. Lucy hid her snicker in Tommy’s bicep.

Poor Michael Gray had looked rather stunned at the sudden hurricane that had burst through the door, eyes huge and wide, but as he continued to watch, a silent curiosity overtook the surprise. Tommy smiled at him welcomingly. Arthur and John both holstered their weapons, snickers stifling as Tommy introduced them–or, reintroduced them, technically–to their cousin.  

“I’m Lucy,” she said, in response to Michael’s curious look, shaking his hand.

“Thomas’s assistant,” Polly supplemented.

They took their leave hastily, after that. It was clear that Polly was anxious to continue getting reacquainted with her long lost boy. But her eyes were shining brightly, her whole being practically glowing with her joy. 

“I told you,” Lucy hissed into Tommy’s ear in quiet triumph. He just rolled his eyes, fighting back a smile.

∗ ∗ ∗ 

“You really think that Billy Kitchen will do alright with Alfie?” Lucy asked, taking a sip of her whiskey. They were alone in the snug, taking a moment to relax after their latest meeting with Billy Kitchen of the Black Country boys. Lucy hadn’t said a thing the entire time, just sitting on a box of crates in the garage with her feet swinging back and forth, eying Billy up and down while he talked with Tommy and John.

Tommy raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair with her feet in his lap, hand stroking along the patch of bare skin between her shoe and where her pants leg had ridden slightly up. “You don’t think that he will?”

“I think that Alfie is volatile. And Billy wants people to know that he’s in charge,” she shrugged. “Could be that they bump heads.”

“An alliance with the Black Country boys will be more than advantageous for us.”

“I know,” she hummed as he began to circle his thumb along the spot in her ankle that sometimes ached with the rain. “Just might be a good idea to keep an eye on them. So we can intervene before anyone comes to blows.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, taking a deep drag from his cigarette. “Anything else?”

“Ada’s moving into her new house with Karl. Everything seems fine, regarding them. No more threats or attempted attacks.”

Tommy nodded. “Good,” clearing his throat, he stubbed out his cigarette, finger sliding far enough up under the leg of her trousers to find the rigidness of a scar that ran along her calf.

“Oh, this will make you laugh,” Lucy smirked, eyes dancing wickedly with the mirth of having discovered something infinitely amusing to her. “The police have found lodgings for Mr. Campbell in a hostel in the city.”

Tommy raised an eyebrow. “And that’s funny how?”

Lucy grinned. “His landlady is the woman who used to run that whorehouse in Stechford. Apparently, she’s not really as retired from the work as most people believe. That’s something that the police have to know about.”

Tommy let out a laugh. “You think that they put him up there on purpose?”

“Word is that Moss is telling anyone who will listen that Campbell’s off his fucking rocker.”

Tommy chuckled, leaning back with his hand smoothed along her calf, turning the information over in his head. Considering how best he could use it to torture the troublesome Major. Curling the hand not stroking her leg under her chin, he encouraged her to lean forward until he could peck her lips.

“Very well done, love,” he smirked at the shiver that wracked through her at his low voice, rubbing the back of his knuckles against her cheek.

“We should head out soon,” she mumbled regrettably. Tommy hummed in agreement, giving her another kiss and squeezing her leg before pulling away. They’d just exited the pub, Tommy stuffing his hands into his pockets, when a voice called from behind them.

“Tommy, I need to use the telephone,” Michael said, having just rounded the corner. “Polly said you had one in the pub.”

Tommy hesitated, then huffed. “All right. Be quick. I have business,” he went to go back inside.

“I’m going to get another drink,” Lucy told him, following them in and going to the bar. Tommy nodded to her, and led Michael into the back room where they kept the phone.

∗ ∗ ∗ 

“What did Michael say when you let him in to use the phone?” Lucy asked, the car rumbling as it carried them closer and closer to Camden Town. Tommy didn’t take his eyes off the road when he answered.

“He said that he wants to stay with us. In Birmingham.”

“He’s not of age yet. His adopted mother might throw a fit.”

“He insisted.”

“He insisted,” she quoted back.

“The kid’s bored in that village,” Tommy sighed. “He’s just looking for a thrill.”

“After living a whole life in a quaint, boring, little village, I suppose I could see why the gangster life would seem appealing,” she shot him a look. “What does Polly say?”

“I haven’t heard her opinion on the matter yet.”

“Who knows what that could be,” she crossed her arms over her chest. “You think that he’s cut out for it?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. There’s…something in his eyes…” Tommy trailed off, frowning. They were pulling into Camden Town.

“I suppose we’ll just have to see how it goes,” she coughed. “Let him and Polly spend a little more time together, first. See how they really feel about one another. If he still wants to stay, after that, we can more seriously consider it.”

Tommy sighed. “Yeah,” he put the car into park and killed the engine. Lucy eyed the outside of the bakery. 

“How do you feel about this?”

“I feel that you were right about Alfie being volatile.”

“Mm. Well, if it all goes to hell, we can just shoot him.”

Tommy snorted as they got out of the car. “I thought that he was a near and dear old friend of yours.”

“Pfft. Not that near and dear.”

They were led into a dimly lit room in Alfie’s bakery, where they waited as their men began to file inside, standing in rows facing them, their aprons slung over their shoulders. Alfie came to stand beside her, arms crossed over his chest as he watched Tommy. Tommy paced back and forth in front of them, looking over the boys with scrutinizing eyes.

It could have all gone better. One of the men had cracked a joke after Tommy gave them all their instructions, and Alfie had a bit of an outburst. One of the men got slapped around…

Though, at the same time, it could have gone a lot worse. They all walked out of the bakery alive.

“You didn’t tell me that he was fucking insane,” Tommy huffed once they were a safe distance away, though his tone was more exasperated than accusing.

“He’s gotten even more volatile since I knew him,” she sighed, taking a cigarette he offered her. “But so long as everyone behaves themselves, follows the rules, and does their jobs, I think we’ll be alright.”

Tommy just hummed, mind clearly spinning behind those pretty blue eyes. 

∗ ∗ ∗ 

The car rolled to a stop in front of the house, Tommy killing the engine and stepping out, heading directly to the front door.

“Wait here,” Lucy ordered the two men in the backseat before following him. He unlocked the door, holding it open for her, shutting and locking it behind them. 

They found Ada in one of the sitting rooms, with a gun pointed to the door. She must have heard them come in. Tommy scoffed at the gun.

“You’ve got a key?” Ada looked like she wanted to scream. Tommy shrugged.

“I kept a spare.”

“Give it to me.”

To Lucy’s surprise, Tommy didn’t fight her on it, just pulled it from his pocket, tossing it once in the air and throwing it onto the table in front of Ada. She lowered the gun. Lucy began to stalk around the room, eyeing the half unpacked boxes and glancing out the windows. 

“The unpacking looks like it's going well,” Lucy said.

“Could do with some paint, eh?” Tommy looked around before sitting across from Ada.

“Yeah. When I decide,” she sat down, arms crossed as she watched Tommy examine the cover of one of her books. 

“Is Karl settling in alright?” Lucy asked, unable to stand the awkward silence that stretched into the air.

“Hm? Oh, yes, he loves the place. All these big rooms for him to run around in,” Ada shook her head, eyes filling with gentle fondness at the mention of her son, before hardening again when she glanced at her brother. “What is it that you want, Tommy?”

“Just, uh, came by to say hello,” he put the book down. Ada scoffed.

“Tommy Shelby never goes anywhere for no reason.”

He sighed, relenting and beginning to explain how he had eight hundred pounds remaining in the Shelby property fund that he wanted to put towards renting properties. He’d thought to come to Ada about it. That she might have some insights into the best way to go about providing accessible living to the needy. 

“To poor people? Ten to a room. No repairs, no water. And if they complain, you just send Lucy or Arthur and the boys round.”

Tommy didn’t look at Ada as she spoke. Lucy raised her eyebrow and forced herself to bite her tongue, else she would have torn Ada’s head off.  

She did not understand how they all could always think the absolute worst of him, and yet still claim to love him. 

“You know, I give advice down at the library. Families thrown on the street. It’s men like you we’re fighting,” Ada spat out.

Lucy felt her shoulders stiffen, the harshness of Ada’s words felt like a slap, even to her, and she wasn’t even that close with her. Tommy’s face was carefully blank, but when she caught a look at his eyes, she went completely still, startled at the unending agony that seemed to have been awoken in them.

“Well, anyway, I was just passing,” he stood suddenly, not even really looking at Ada, or rising to argue against her accusations. Instead, he just headed for the door. “Thanks for the tea,” he added, even though there wasn’t even a teapot on the table. Lucy felt her heart fall into her feet. Goddamn, Ada had really actually, genuinely, hurt his feelings.

“Tommy?” Ada asked, face twisting, almost as if she regretted what she’d said. He stopped at the door, turning to face her. Ada swallowed. “There are always men outside watching the house.”

Lucy was beginning to worry that if she bit her tongue any harder she was actually going to rip it off. Ada just delivered such a brutally harsh verbal blow to her brother that she had him physically retreating, and she thinks now would be a good time to complain!? And not just that, but to complain about her brother simply wanting to keep her safe.

Considering the recent attack on her by Sabini, Lucy would have thought she’d want the extra protection. 

Ungrateful idiot. 

They fought back and forth on it for awhile, until finally Tommy put an end to it. 

“If I thought there was no one watching the house, I couldn’t sleep,” he shrugged, looking around the room. “Cheerio, then,” the subduedness that had entered his voice ever since Ada’s comments remained, as did the barely discernible slump in his shoulders as he went out the door. Even after the door swung shut behind him, Lucy remained in her spot leaned up against the windowsill, arms crossed as she stared Ada down.

“Aren’t you going to follow him?” Ada asked, seemingly unnerved at Lucy still being there. It was very rare that they were ever alone with one another. Lucy gnashed her teeth together in an attempt to stop herself from screaming at her. She didn’t understand how the rest of the Shelbys couldn’t seem to realize what their words did to Tommy. It was like they really believed that he didn’t feel anything. That they couldn’t hurt him. They didn’t deserve him; at least not in Lucy’s eyes. They were never there, like she was, in the dark of night, after the business of the day was done, when his shoulders would sag with the weight of the world on them. When the sorrowful pain in his eyes looked as though it were at risk of running over. The painful, cruel things that his family said to him spinning on a loop in his mind, only feeding the self hatred that she knew festered inside him.

“Your brother loves you, Ada,” she said finally, in a voice that was much calmer than she felt. She looked around the great big room, in the great big house. “And without him…you would have nothing,” she met her eyes. “So stop being so ungrateful,” she didn’t linger, knowing that if she did, it would just result in a fight. “Something to think about,” Lucy called over her shoulder before exiting through the door, following Tommy outside and to the car.

∗ ∗ ∗ 

Tommy had barely said a single word since they left Ada’s house, hand clutched firmly to the car’s wheel, cigarette hanging from his lips. Any of Lucy’s attempts to make conversation were met with single word answers or grunts, his mind clearly very faraway. Eventually she just gave up, resigning herself to press her side against his while she looked out at the landscape passing them by, hoping that the physical contact would bring him at least some semblance of comfort.

His mood didn’t improve much by the time evening arrived, if anything, as the night descended upon them, he only seemed to grow more solemn. Shoulders deflated and eyes cast downwards. Lucy watched him stand at his office window, puffing out smoke at various intervals, her fingers pressed to her lips in worry. Standing abruptly, she stalked towards him until she was able to wrap her arms around his waist, nestling her head between his shoulder blades. 

“Let’s go home, hm?” she asked. “I’m tired.”

Tommy’s ribs expanded under her arms with a deep sigh. “Yeah. Alright.”

She got him back to her flat with little preamble, watching out of the corner of her eye as he stripped down to his shorts and climbed into bed. Running a hand through her hair, she tugged on one of the crimson nightgowns that she slept in, splashing cold water onto her face and wiping off her makeup. When she came out of the washroom, Tommy was laying flat on his back, blankets pulled up to his waist with one arm tucked under his head, eyes staring up at the ceiling. Lucy chewed on her bottom lip, frowning, before pattering her way over.

“Oi!” the exclamation burst from him in surprise when she climbed up onto his side of the bed, the shitty springs in the mattress squeaking at the added weight as she sat herself firmly down in his lap, straddling his hips. His hands caught at her waist, eyes wide as her sudden actions pulled him from whatever thoughts had been turning around in his mind.

“Ada’s wrong,” Lucy said, cupping his face firmly in her hands. “You’re nothing like those types of men.”

Tommy looked down with a worn sigh that was more than enough to tell her that he didn’t believe her. “Thanks, love.”

“I’m serious,” her fingers splayed out over his chest. “You’re not bad.”

His laugh was bitter. “I can think of at least fifty or so people who would disagree with that, Luce.”

“They’re all wrong.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

Lucy nodded. “Mhm. Besides,” she lowered her head to press a kiss into his neck. “I know you better than all of them. So I get final say.”

“Lucy…” Tommy huffed, though she could feel the way that his fingers flexed against her waist, his head tilting to the side to give her better access to his throat.

“I mean it. You’re not as bad as everyone says.”

“I…think that I might be, love,” his voice was quiet, the vulnerability in it startling her. Leaning back from where she’d been nuzzling his neck, she pushed her forehead against his, thumbs circling against his cheeks.

“Well, then I don’t care,” she kissed him. “I love you the way you are.”

Tommy blushed under her palms, one hand sliding from her hips to cradle the middle of her back. “I love you too.”

“Mm,” she nuzzled in closer to him, rubbing their cheeks together before kissing him again. Tommy opened his mouth to her, a small growl rumbling from his chest as her hands tangled in his hair, pressing herself more firmly into his lap, smirking at the firm, growing bulge she was met with in his shorts. “Feeling better?” she asked with a small laugh, head tilting back to let him kiss her neck.

“Hm, I don’t know…think that I could maybe use a bit more cheering up, to be honest,” he smirked lasciviously and she giggled, resting both hands on his shoulders and pushing him back to lay flat on the mattress. His hands slipped up her nightgown, warm against her sides, continuing upwards until he was fondling her breasts.

“Well, since you asked so nicely…”

Tommy laughed against her lips, and pulled her closer. Lucy raised her arms so that he could pull off her nightgown, tossing it to land in a heap on the floor. His hands were so warm, they nearly burned as he ran them along her naked skin, paying particular attention to her breasts. Humming, Lucy threaded her fingers through his hair, head tilting back as his tongue circled one of her nipples. He grunted when she grinded down harder into his lap, rubbing against his clothed, swelling cock. 

“Love,” he sighed, squeezing both of her breasts in his big palms, nuzzling his face between them. When she tugged lightly on his hair, forcing his face to tilt up to look at her, the expression of arousal on his face made her core throb. 

Tracing the shape of his beautiful, pouty lower lip with her index finger, Lucy smiled to herself, gently pushing on his shoulders. 

“Lie back. Let me take care of you.”

He shivered, but did as she said, falling back until his head hit the pillows. 

Wetting her lips, Lucy let her hands trail down his chest, leaning back on her haunches to just admire him for a moment. He was so gorgeous it often took her breath away; muscular and stockily built. She loved how tiny she felt sometimes in comparison to him. It made her feel so protected whenever he was wrapped around her or just simply standing at her side.

Not to mention that it made it particularly easy for him to toss her around or manhandle her when they were both in the mood for that sort of thing. 

Leaning forward, she pressed a kiss to the center of his chest, nosing at the smattering of hair there before beginning to work her way down. His muscles jumped beneath her hands, the vibrations from his hums buzzing under his skin. He stroked at the back of her head tenderly, groaning when she palmed at his erection over the fabric of his shorts. Hooking her fingers in them, she kissed along the v of his hips as she slowly pulled them down, his huge cock springing up and into her waiting palm, already throbbing and leaking precum. 

She wasted no time situating herself between his legs, pumping him in her palm.

“Tommy, look at me,” she requested softly, and he lifted his head from where it had flung back against the pillows in bliss at her touch. With his big blue eyes on her, she smiled, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock. 

“Fuck,” he hissed, hips twitching. 

Smirking, she focused her full attention on only the head of his dick, swirling her tongue around it, dipping into the slit to collect the precum there. He made a soft noise in the back of his throat that she was pretty certain was a suppressed whine when she sucked only the tip into her mouth, only allowing him in a few inches before pulling off of him with a small pop. 

“Lucy, please…” his voice was rich and hoarse, lips parted. Smirk deepening, Lucy dipped her head again, this time sliding as much of him as she could fit into her mouth. This time, she’d be nice and not tease him. Tonight was about making him feel better, after all. 

Tommy groaned, relaxing into the pillows. One of his hands rested on her head, not pushing, just gently resting there, and when she hummed around him he grunted, eyes closing as his face relaxed in pleasure.

She set to work on him in earnest, bobbing on his cock while stroking what she couldn’t fit with one hand, the other sliding up to lightly scratch at his abs before reaching around to very gently cup his balls. 

“Lucy,” the way that he said her name made her heart stutter. His voice was so soft; so gentle and loving that it almost made her want to cry. He was still caressing her head, brushing the back of it carefully across one of her cheeks. “Fuck, love, you look so pretty. So fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

On the next bob downwards she hummed, taking him as far as she could go, until her eyes started to water and she almost gagged. 

He moaned deeply at that, and while his hand splayed out across her the crown of her head, he still did not push her onto him. Always so careful with her. 

His cock throbbed against her tongue.

“Close, love,” he warned, and she pulled back to focus her licks and sucks on his sensitive tip again. Tommy’s hips bucked a little, trying to push deeper into her mouth. “Fuck, sorry,” he hissed, clearly battling to keep himself still. She gave him a little kiss to the inner thigh to let him know that it was okay, and then with one deep breath, took him down so deep that her nose pressed into the soft, dark curls of his pubic hair. 

Tommy made a growling sound, fingers curling against her scalp. His cock was twitching, and she knew him well enough to know the moment that his orgasm was imminent, pulling back at just the last second so that the head of his cock was resting on her tongue with her mouth open, so that he could watch as his seed spurted out, filling her mouth. When she swallowed it down he let out a weak moan, grabbing at her waist and pulling her up, mouth crashing into hers in a desperate kiss. 

Even after they parted, his hands cupped her cheeks, thumbs stroking over the freckles dotting her skin. A tiny smile danced across his face, and Lucy suddenly wanted nothing more than to cuddle up to him with her face nuzzled into the underside of his jaw. 

Behind the blissed out afterglow of release, she could see that he was tired behind his eyes.

“You’re always so good to me, Tommy,” she whispered, stroking his chest. 

“I’m pretty sure that goes the other way around, love,” he said, not unkindly. She bonked his forehead with hers stubbornly, shaking her head.

“You saved my life. You’ve kept me safe, taken care of me, given me a purpose and a place to live…” she bit her lip. “You’ve loved me when I didn’t think anyone ever would.”

His eyes filled with sorrow at that, quickly scooping her in closer. “No one deserves it more than you,” he pecked her shoulder. “You deserve nothing but good things, Lucy.”

Her throat constricted with tears. He was always so sweet when he wanted to be.

“I love you so much,” when he tried to look away, gaze focusing on the bed sheets, she grabbed his face, lifting it until their eyes met. “You’re not bad,” she swallowed hard. “Not to me.”

While his face didn’t change, something behind his eyes shifted, relaxing and softening. He caressed her face, thumb tracing over her lip and then suddenly both hands were on her hips, repositioning her in his lap.

“Wha–what are you doing?” she giggled, letting him manhandle her. Her eyes widened when he slipped a thigh between her legs. “You don’t have to–”

He gave her a stubborn look. “I want to,” he rasped, the sound of his voice dropping in pitch making her shiver, and then she moaned when he pushed his thigh upwards, giving her pressure right where she most needed it. 

He grabbed her face–always so grabby, this man–and kissed her hard and deep. Without even really thinking about it, she started to rock her hips against his leg, whimpering and pressing down hard onto him at the way he was putting just the right amount of pressure on her clit. 

She was so pent up already from sucking him off, it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge.  

“That’s it,” Tommy whispered hoarsely, kissing her neck, palming at her breasts. “Get off on my fucking leg, Lucy.” 

The first time they had ever done this, not too long after they first started sleeping together, it had been an accident. They’d been kissing, clothes nowhere to be found, and while Tommy had his face buried in her breasts she’d unintentionally started humping his leg. When she’d realized what she’d been doing, she’d been so horribly embarrassed she was half tempted to pull the blankets over her head and never come out. But he’d caught her by the hips before she could pull away, and bent his knee so his leg was pushing more firmly against her, grinning against her cheek when she moaned. 

“Whoa, now where do you think you’re going? Hm?” he’d whispered gravelly in her ear, helping guide her movements on him until she came explosively all over his thigh.  

Looking back at it now, it seemed so silly how she’d been so embarrassed, then. Especially considering some of the other things she’d let him do to her in the time between now and then.   

“Tommy, oh–” her head tipped back, climax growing near, and he kissed down the column of her throat, along her sternum, and between the valley of her breasts. He took one hardened nipple into his mouth, pinching the other one lightly, and she latched on tightly to his hair, practically wailing when he nipped at her lightly in retaliation for her pulling on his dark locks. 

A cry left her as she came, tensing while Tommy looped an arm around her waist, holding her close to him until she settled, slumping forward with her arms flung loosely over his shoulders. 

Lifting his head from her breasts, Tommy gave her a small, cocky smirk, chin resting on her sternum while he looked up at her with those pretty blue eyes. She kissed him, and he slowly reclined them both back into the bed, pulling the covers over their tired bodies.

Snuggling closer, she gave him a big squeeze. “I meant it, you know?” she needed to make sure that he understood. No matter what his family believed, or hell, even what he believed about himself, she’d never see him as a monster or a bad person. Not ever.  

He petted her spine, giving her a small smile. “I know, sweetheart,” cupping her cheek, he tilted her head up and kissed her again. “Thank you.”

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