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steven-grants-world · 3 months ago

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I love whiny Cecil, he could use me anytime 😏

Me when he calls:

What Did You Take?

A One For The Road Bonus Chapter

Cecil Dennis x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Day 9: Sex Pollen

Summary: Cecil took... something.

A/N: Thank you so much @thexsanctuaryx for betaing!

Warnings: kissing, swearing, talk of drunks, sex pollen, flesh lights, jacking off, p in v sex, oral (afab! receiving), please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 1556

You answer Cecil’s call almost instantly. He was one of the few people who preferred calling (or video chatting) over messaging, always said he liked to hear your voice.

You liked to tease him that really it was because then he could make sure he was speaking to the correct person, and hadn’t accidentally sent a saucy pic (his dick) to the wrong contact (poor Harry one too many times).

“Hey Cec,” you lean down, grabbing a tin of soup and putting it into your trolley.

“Hey,” He draws out the word, his voice soft and breathy. He was definitely jerking off.

“I’m food shopping.” You say with a smile on your face, “Literally grabbing tins.”

“Uh huh,” he swallows, the sound clicking.

You frown a little, sure Cecil had a big libido, but you were sure even he couldn’t find you picking up ingredients that interesting.

“What you doing Cec?” You tease.

“Jerking off.”

“I got that.”

He whines, a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. “I got the fleshlight between the sofa cushions and I’m…” he moans, “Fuck, it feels really good.”

“Yeah?” You grin. “Had to call and tell me about it?”

He hums an affirmative. “I… I can’t…”

You wait a beat, listening to his heavy breathing.

“I can’t get off.”

“What?”

“It’s not working, like, it feels good, so good, but I can’t get to the end.” He whimpers. “I, I took…”

“What did you take Cecil?” Worry spikes into your chest.

“It’s this… thing,” he always was so helpful with descriptions. “It’s, so it’s meant to make you super horny and keep going,” he groans and you hear a particularly wet thrust in the background, “and I thought because we’re hanging out later that it would be good for you if I was… if I could just keep fucking you and so I took it and fuck.” He sobs.

“Cecil?”

“It worked so quickly and I feel so hot, and I wanted to just come and take the edge off and I can’t.” His voice breaks at the end.

You’re already at the self-checkout, quickly paying for your items so you can get the hell out of there and over to him. “When did you take it?”

“Ummm,” he groans, the sound of his thrusts growing louder, “about an hour ago.”

“An hour?”

“And twenty.”

“Cecil! Fuck,” you grab your shopping and head to your car, how long could someone have an erection before they needed to go to the hospital. “So this is like super Viagra?” You say as you sit down and fasten your seatbelt.

“Sort of.” He groans, “God, talking to you helps actually,” he whines, “Feel so close.”

“Where did you get this anyway?” You pull out of the parking lot.

“Benny.”

“Benny?” You swear. “I’ll fucking kill him.”

“Noo,” Cecil whines, “He’s not that bad, he always gives me good deals, a friend discount.”

“Cecil, he sold you that weed that had roofies in it.”

“That was an accident-”

“And that ritalin and-”

“Can we not talk about him,” Cecil gasps, “please, I was really close.”

You pause, “My voice helps?”

“Oh god, so much.” He whimpers, swallowing thickly.

“I’m on my way over.”

He moans loudly, shivering. “Thank you, oh fuck, thank you, need to see you so bad.”

“Can’t leave you alone for a second can I?” You drive through the light on amber.

“You can’t.”

“Or you’ll go and take weird drugs that could put you in the hospital.”

“You could, um,” he groans deeply, “put me in you or something, I’m sorry, there’s an innuendo there somewhere, I can’t get to it.”

“Okay, now I know something’s wrong.” You tease, trying to make light of the situation and ease your slowly building tension.

He snorts through moans, and then whines pitifully. “I can’t come.” A little sob shakes through him. “I need to so, so, so bad. It hurts.”

“Fuck Cec.”

You make it to his house in record time, using your key to open the front door and practically throwing yourself inside.

Cecil is on you before you even get a chance to call out a greeting.

“You came,” he sobs, he’s naked, his skin flushed and feverish. His heavy cock bobs between his legs as he moves, slick from the lube he’s been using.

“Of course I did,” you stroke his cheeks, looking into his dilated eyes. “I told you I was on the way.” You say soothingly, he still hasn’t become used to you not stringing him along.

“Thank youuu,” He groans, leaning forward and kissing you messily, slipping his tongue into your mouth eagerly. Drinking in your air like it was his only source.

“Cec, Cec,” You manage to pull back, your hands on his cheeks.

He whines pitifully as your lips leave his.

“We should go to the hospital.”

“No, please,” He shakes his head rapidly, “Please, let’s, please, I need you so bad, let’s just fuck and try.”

“Fuck and try,” you snort despite your worry and he grins, his eyes lighting up.

“Yes, yes, try.” He drags you into the living room, yanking at your clothing and kissing your neck.

“Cec, maybe we shouldn’t in the living room, I mean, Harry’ll-”

He lets out a whine of frustration, taking his mouth off your skin only so that he can pull off your top and undo your bra. He licks your chest eagerly, focusing on one and then the other, his eyes rolling back as he sucks.

You gasp, your fingers instinctively sliding through his hair as he works.

He slips his hands down to your hips, hastily undoing your trousers and pulling them down to your knees.

“Cec,” you bite your lip, unsure if you should really be doing this and not taking him to the emergency room.

“Sorry, sorry,” he mutters, but doesn’t stop what he’s doing. He drags you onto the floor, finishes stripping you bare in a matter of seconds.

He’s everywhere, all over, licking and sucking and moaning in your ear as he squeezes and pinches and impatiently pushes his fingers inside.

You shiver at the intrusion, a little gulp escaping your lips. You shouldn’t be enjoying this quite so much, having him so desperate and needy for you.

Cecil whines, gasping and rutting against your leg as he curls his fingers and strokes your walls. “Fuck, oh god, oh god, oh god.”

You don’t even think he realises he’s speaking anymore, just letting whatever thoughts he has fall from his lips.

Pleasure cracks up his spine, makes his vision spin. He groans, bucking his hips faster as he buries his head between your thighs and sucks your clit into his mouth greedily.

You swallow, desperately grabbing at him as your body moves with his, chasing after the sensation he’s lavishing upon you.

He whines, whimpers, so, so close he can almost taste it, but still not close enough. He pulls away from you quickly, muttering apologies at your huff of frustration at the loss.

“Can I? Can I? Can I?” He kneels, taking himself in hand and notches himself at your core, the words fluttering out of his mouth in such a wanton mess they are nearly indistinguishable from each other.

You barely get a chance to nod before he’s pushing in, trying to slow the rapid buck of his hips by squeezing the base of his cock.

“Ohhhh fuuuuuuck.” He sobs, sounding even whinier than usual. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, feels so nice.” He rocks further in, pressing so wonderfully as he stretches you wide.

“Cecil,” you bite your lip as he just sinks down, thrusting shallowly as he bottoms out and presses his chest to yours.

“Yeah?” He sounds floaty, lost in the sensation as he rolls and rocks, keeping his length as deep inside as possible while he rubs the base of his cock against your bundle of nerves in a way that has your mind short-circuiting.

He feels so good like his body was made to fit inside and please you. You grab at his biceps, his curls, moaning against his lips as his fingers dig into your skin in desperation.

“Fuck, baby, please, ah, please can you squeeze my neck, please,” he splutters, his eyes screwed up so tight. “Gonna come, please, need to, I’ll take care of you after, I promise, I promise, I-”

You put your hand on his throat, a warm strong pressure, barely squeezing, more there to ground him than anything. And he sobs.

He ruts twice, frantic. His voice rises to an impressive pitch as he comes deep, his orgasm washing over him and robbing him of all other thoughts.

You expect him to collapse on top of you, nuzzle into your chest.

But he doesn’t.

He keeps moving, keeps bucking, causing pleasure to race along your nerves.

“Cec?” You bite back a moan, pushing his sweaty curls from his forehead.

“Fuck, that was so good, so good, fuck.” He grinds his hips, picking up the pace as he fucks his still very erect cock into you.

“Still hard, gonna come again,” he whines, all high pitched and breathless. “Gonna make you come with me this time.” He bites his lip, looking down at you with hazy, lust filled eyes.

It was going to be a long night.

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httpwintersoldier · 1 year ago

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『jolly sailor bold. || shanks x reader』

[PART 1 OF 4 - ONE PIECE'S KINKTOBER] - SHANKS VER.

[BUGGY VER.] [MIHAWK VER.] [SANJI VER.]

pairing: shanks x f!reader words: lenghtyyyyy summary: your curse leads you to a certain red-haired pirate that ends up taking you hostage for the rest of your life. And you very much agree with the decision. angst; smut; fluff.

You had been cursed as a young child. A devil fruit user with the ability of merging whatever they had in sight had taken you from your mother and merged you with a fish. A cruel revenge plan taken out on an innocent child that was made to forever swim the ocean.

That had obviously changed you, in more ways than physical. You couldn't establish contact with other fish, you couldn't make friends with humans (who thought you were a freak and a monster) and there were no other merefolk (not to your knowledge, at least.

The insanity of the lonely life had taken a toll on you. You had begun luring in lonely pirates and seamen, only to tear them apart and eat them before they realized you weren't human and tried to hunt you.

It had been going on for decades, although your body seemed to not age at all, more parts seemed to be growing in. At first it was just the long, scaly tail that had almost of a metallic blue and green shine to it. Then your eyes fully shifted to a charcoal black colour, and your hair followed suit. And, in the past years, your arms grew fins and your fingers grew webbing, both a pale green colour.

Your years of solitude were cut short when you found a certain red haired pirate.

The top of your head was above the water as you watched the ship. The captain had only one arm and three scars on his left eye. He seemed pretty goofy, along with the rest of the crew. You almost felt bad for killing them. Almost.

You dove down into the cold sea, scratching the bottom of the ship with your nails that were borderline claws at that point, until you found a tall, wide rock in the direction the boat was headed.

You sat on the rock, in such a way that it would hide your tail as best as possible, and began singing with your enchanting voice.

"My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold..."

You could hear a ruckus coming from the ship, several feet running on the old, creaking boards of the deck, and soon saw a plethora of men (dinner) standing on the edge, looking at you.

"...there is nothing can console me, but my Jolly Sailor bold..."

You heard more feet scaterring and several voices yelling "Behold Man!" and you smirked devilishly.

As the ship approached, the red haired male you had seen before jumped on the rock you sat on. Big mistake. He knelt down a couple steps away from you.

"Hello little lady, what are you doing here? Are you injured?" The man asked, with a deep voice.

You looked at him through your eyebrows and smirked.

"No, but you're about to be." You replied in a husky voice.

You lunged at the man, taking him under water with you so his mates wouldn't attack you and, as you dragged the male down to drown him, you made the mistake of looking him in the eye. And, as you did so, you felt yourself falter, and your body getting weaker, and weaker. Your eyelids began shutting against their will, and you saw black as your body went limp.

When you woke up, you were startled. Once you found you could, you opened your eyes widely and began struggling, looking for the man you'd caught who should've been floating somewhere next to you, only to find that you were stuck in some sort of wooden tub, your long tail hanging out of it.

You felt as if something was weighing on your chest and you couldn't breathe. Panic. You were panicking. Last time you felt that way you were being thrown in the water by your mother.

"You're awake." A deep voice said beside you.

You carefully looked to the side to find the red haired man you had taken into the sea with you.

"Who... who are you?... Why am I here? How am I here?..." You asked, more to yourself than him, with a dry throat.

You coughed after you did so, and the man handed you water. You looked at the glass carefully, not trusting it. The red haired male sighed and rolled his eyes as he took the cup and sipped on it, to show it wasn't poisoned, before handing back to you.

"I'm Shanks. I'm the Captain of the ship. The "why" would be because you tried to kill me. As for the how... let's just say I'm good at persuading people."

You laughed, after drinking the whole cup in one go.

"Sometimes girls get hungry..." You said, biting your lip.

Shanks simply scoffed.

"You are brave, for someone who's in your position to be talking that way..."

"What can I say..." You shrugged.

There was silence, as Shanks admired your body.

"What are you anyway?..." He asked, leaning closer on the tub.

The way he came closer to you showed how unafraid he was of you, of your... exquisite body, so to speak. That was new, you quite enjoyed it, had he not taken you captive.

"Call it a freak of nature, if you will." You replied, as you shrugged

After the man pressed you once more about your origins and anatomy, you decided to answer truthfully.

"I was cursed. Well, that's the cool way of putting it... Some weird Devil Fruit user has the ability to merge stuff together, be it dead, inanimate or alive. I was the result of an affair, from what I could gather in the fight between this woman and my mom. The wife of the man my mom had an affair with found her and decided to punish her by merging me with a fish I guess... In the beginning it was just small changes, some gills and scales, had to spend a lot of time in the bathub but nothing too hard, so my mom attempted to raise me like this. She gave up when the tail began to develop and threw me in the ocean..."

Shanks' eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were set on your fish-like characteristics as he heard your explanation.

"And you resorted to eating humans?..."

You shrugged once more. It was your go-to answer, it seemed. No better way to show indifference.

"It's either humans or fish. Both of them are part of me, but only one of them cursed me, then cast me away and treated me as a monster."

"But not all humans are to blame for your... curse." The man tried to reason.

"I was also not to blame for my mother's mistakes. Yet here we are." You replied quickly, looking him in the eye with your orbs, devoid of any colour.

Shanks sighed and slapped his thighs as he stood up.

"Hey! Wait!" You semi-yelled, making Shanks stop and turn around "What's to happen to me? What will you do with me?"

"Seems like there is only one thing to do..." He said, sighing and placing his hand on his hip "We'll find the Devil Fruit user and get them to undo this."

Your eyes shined for a moment and your face lit up, before reminding yourself that the race you were talking to was untrustworthy, and the cold expression that was so familiar to you returned to your faced.

"Why. What's in it for you? Aren't you going to sell me to some freak show? Or keep me as a pet?"

Shanks sighed again.

"The only freak show master I know doesn't have me in great consideration, and you talk too much to be a pet and are not that useful." Ouch. "It seems like we'd be saving a lot of lives by helping you. Including your own."

He didn't give you time to reply, as the Captain left the room and closed the door.

You huffed, and relaxed in the tub, realizing that you had been tense this whole time. There was nothing you could do but trust these men now... It was nearly impossible for you to hop out of the tub and drag yourself out on the deck and into the ocean without being heard or seen flopping around, and the porthole next to you was far too small for you to fit through it...

As the sun set and darkness enveloped the room, the red haired man stepped in with a light being held by his mouth and a tray on his hand.

"Do you usually carry stuff with you mouth?" You joke with a teasing smirk.

The man set down the light and the tray, and pushed back the cape to reveal he had only one arm.

You felt embarrassed for a second, but wouldn't let it show (obviously).

"Seems like someone got to you before me." You joked with a simpathetic smile.

The man let out a belly laugh and picked up the tray again, handing it to you.

"You're a cheeky one for sure..." The captain commented and sat on a chair in the corner of the room.

You stared at the tray, it was some sort of meat you obviously didn't recognize and bread.

"This is what?" You asked, a little disgusted, pointing at the sead animal in front of you.

"It's chicken legs. You know, food from an animal that isn't either part of you." The man joked with a smile, pointing between your human torso and fish tail, and you laughed a little.

You picked it up carefully and examined it. You gave up the poison suspicions, if he wanted to kill you he would've done so. You took a small bite, waiting for a nasty taste to hit your tongue, but surprisingly you found it delicious. You widened your eyes and looked at him in shock, before devouring the meal in front of you.

"I take it you enjoyed the food?" Shanks asks with a chuckle, as he raised his eyebrows.

"It was edible." You replied jokingly, licking your fingers.

After taking the tray, the man remained in the room, surprisingly.

"You're staying?" You asked, cocking your head and blinking rapidly, as your eyes were used to a lot more moisture.

"Well, only one person keeps guard at night and I don't quite trust you to not go out there and kill him. I think I'm the only one that can take care of you." He said and winked.

You felt hot. Why did you feel hot? The bath water was cold. Just as you thought about his wink, you shivered.

Shanks raised an eyebrow and looked at the water.

"Is it too cold?"

Before you could reply, he stood up and dipped his hand in the water. Having his hand so close to you... So close to touching your body... It sent a strange feeling through your body, and you didn't know how to react.

"It's... fine. We don't have heaters in the ocean."

Shanks knelt down next to the tub so he could be face-to-face with you.

"Yeah, but you also don't have still water. That," he said, pointing at the water you sat in "will get pretty disgusting if it's not changed, unlike the ocean."

You looked at the water and it was safe to say the man was right. The sediments entagled in your gills and scales from sleeping on the sand, as well as some algae that had gotten stuck to you began staining the water as it cleaned you.

Shanks, realizing you had silently agreed with him, laid a towel on the ground and picked you up over his shoulder. You shrieked and grabbed onto his shirt, not being used to being carried (or manhandled). The captain slowly placed you on the towel, and you watched as he cleaned the tub and replaced the dirty water.

"Why are you going through all of this trouble? It doesn't make sense. What's in it for you?" You asked, seemingly getting defensive all of the sudden.

Shanks scoffed and looked over his shoulder as he worked.

"You have to stop thinking there's something in it for me, sweetheart. I just think you haven't been given a fair chance. Before labeling you as anything, I want to make sure you have a fair chance to become the person you think you should be."

You were out of words. Apologies and "thank you's" were not your strong suit, so you kept quiet. The captain took the lack of response as acceptance, and finished the job.

You could very easily flop back into the tub - you had been climbing up rocks and jumping from them all your life, after all - but you enjoyed it when Shanks picked you up and laid you down in such a careful way, so you didn't protest.

You spent the next three months of the search for the Devil Fruit user listening intently to Shanks' pirate stories and (unconsciously) fawning over him every night when he came to watch over you.

After the first month he trusted you to stay alone, but he woudn't leave you. He'd rather have your company. The Captain loved the way your big eyes shined as you looked at him, paying attention to every of his words.

Both your feelings were very obvious, and had anyone been in the room with the two of you they would've called you out on it. But that was the best part of your "sessions": it felt like a secret. It felt so intimate, it was honestly ironic how either of you failed to realize how infatuated you were with each other.

"Y/N!" The Captain said happily as he walked in the room and knelt down next to the tub.

You crossed your arms on the edge of the tub and laid your head on them.

"Yes, Captain?"

You had began calling him Captain as a joke, but he not-so-secretly loved it, and it showed: he couldn't keep the big, stupid smile off of his face whenever he heard you call him Captain.

"We found her!" The man said, holding your face with his hand "We found the devil fruit user!"

A wave of emotions washed over you. First you were happy, ecstatic even. But then came the panic, fear, uncertainty... And it showed.

"Y/N, what's wrong? You look... disappointed?" Shanks asked, not quite sure how to decipher your look.

You opened your mouth to speak, but you didn't know what to say or how to express what you were feeling - it was all brand new. Thankfully, Shanks gave you time.

"I just..." you started "I don't know. What will happen next? I don't know how to live among people, will I even like it? Will I even be able to walk? Will I miss the sea?" Tears streamed down your face and you were in a panicked state as you thought of all things that could go wrong.

Shanks hugged you and caressed your semi-wet hair.

"Sweetheart," you learned to love that nickname, it always put you at ease "I can't force you to go back to who you were, but I think you'd be infinitely happier on land, with people to talk to, with people to have fun with, with... someone to love." Shanks' voice brokw a little, as he thought of you living happily side by side with someone that wasn't him, but he cleared his throat and carried on "You can always choose to swim in the sea, and you can choose to walk on land and live as you were made to. I know it must be scary, all change is scary, but you won't have to be alone anymore"

By the time he finished, your heart was beating fast for different reasons and your breathing had calmed down.

When you pulled away from the hug, your faces were mere centimiters apart. You could both feel the tension and the attraction, but none of you dared move. You were almost sure you were both feeling the same.

"What do you say, Y/N?" He whispered.

You smiled widely and nodded.

"Let's do it."

The next few days of sailing were intense and overcome with emotion, but it wasn't long after your conversation with Shanks that the red-haired man came in with a big smile. He didn't even bother grabbing a towel - he was far too excited for that. The man picked you up, not caring that he got drenched in tub water, and carried you out to the deck.

The sun hurt your eyes and it took you a while to get accostumed, but the strangest part was Shanks.

"Do it." He said, turned to someone you could not see since you were still flung over his shoulder.

His voice was cold, demanding and soulless. You had never heard it this way, and you had a hard time assimilating that it was, in fact, the Shanks that you knew (and loved).

There was a long silence, it seemed like no one dared move, speak or breathe.

Suddenly, a woman cleared her throat, and you felt as if your body was being ripped apart. You gripped Shanks' back and tried not to make noise, but you couldn't help the toe-curling scream that left your mouth.

You could feel your legs slowly separating, and after a few excruciating minutes your body fell to the ground weakly.

"Y/N! Y/N?" Shanks called, hovering over you and cupping your cheek.

You opened my eyes and looked down at your legs, arms and hands.

"Legs!" You yelled happily and looked up at Shanks "Shanks I have legs!"

Shanks wrapped his arm around your waist and spun you around.

"Shit! It worked!" He said, looking at your face, still holding you up by the waist, as he was afraid you wouldn't be able to stand on your legs just yet.

As he looked down, Shanks realized you were (obviously) naked, and that your body was glued to his. The Captain blushed and fought off any... improper thoughts - he surely wished he had brought the towel.

The man cleared his throat and wrapped his cape around you as he carried you inside and ordered his crew to escort the Devil Fruit user back to the port.

Shanks sat you on a chair on his room and looked through his drawers for some clean clothes,

"Uh here- this ought to fit you."

His cheeks were red (as were yours) and he looked away as you put on his large shirt and a pair of loose pants.

"Can you walk?" The Captain asked.

You gripped the sides of the chair nervously.

"I don't... I don't know."

Shanks silently held out his hand, inviting you to try. You took it and slowly stood up. Your legs were a little wobbly and your walk was a little unsure and weak, but you sure could still do it. Muscle memory from before-fish-time, you assumed.

"I did it!" You said, wrapping your arms around him.

"You did it!" He cheered as well, wrapping his arm around your waist.

When you pulled away from the hug, your faces were close, and after all those years of luring men, you had never wanted to kiss one until Shanks came along.

"Now you can go resume your life back in your hometown!" The man said with a smile.

You stumbled away from him, suddenly finding the strenght to stand on your own.

"What?" You asked, incredulous.

"You can... go! You can live your life again, Y/N." He repeated, not understanding your reaction.

You scoffed, hurt and disappointed. You'd think that after spending every single night together for three months the reaction would be different. You thought Shanks felt the same about you, you thought he'd pick you up, spin you around, kiss you and ask you to stay on the ship, but no. The second you took a couple steps, he was ready to send you on your way.

"Yeah. That's probably best if I go. I'll leave right away."

You turned around, exited the room and slammed the door shut, leaving a confused Shanks behind. You wobbled away as fast as you could, using the walls of the ship as help, persistently fighting off the tears.

"Y/N! Wait! You're leaving now?" He asked, chasing after you.

"Well you want me gone! Might as well start now!" You said while walking.

Shanks grabbed your wrist and you tried to free yourself from it, but his grasp was firm.

"Y/N can we- Y/N can you stop struggling please? Y/N-" When the Captain got tired of asking, he picked you up and brought you to his room, throwing you on the bed as he closed the door with his foot.

"What is wrong with you!?" He roared, looking down at you with a look you couldn't decipher.

You stood up weakly.

"What's wrong with me!? What's wrong with you!" You countered, looking at him with the same mix of emotions running through you.

"Me!? I got you your body back! I freed you! And all I get is a cold shoulder and not even a goodbye? Maybe you are a cold hearted monster after all!"

Silence.

Silence as those words hit you like a brick and Shanks realized what had left his mouth. Tears streamed down your cheeks uncontrollably for the first time in over a decade.

"Y/N-"

He was cut off by you trying to reach the door without another word. The Captain stood between you and the door.

"Y/N please I'm sorry I didn't mean-"

"Let me leave! Let me leave! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" You yelled at the top of your lungs, banging on his chest with closed fists out of frustration.

"Please Y/N, I'm begging you! I'm- I'm sorry! I was hurt!"

"Oh you were hurt? That's rich!" You said, laughing cynically.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He asked, more calmly.

You stumbled backwards and let yourself fall on the bed, sitting down since you weren't used to standing for long.

"You spent three months with me, every night. You were the only person I ever shared anything with. And then the first chance you get... You want me to leave? To send me away? I-Is that all I am? A project?"

Shanks knelt in front of you, taking your face in his hand like he had done many times before, but this time, it held a completely different meaning.

"Y/N... Is that what you think? You genuinely think I want you to go?" His thumb wiped your tears as he looked into your glossy eyes.

"You... don't? Then why did you say that?..."

Shanks chuckled and looked away for a second before looking back at you.

"Y/N, I want you to stay by my side every day until I die of some stupid reason." You and him cracked a smile at the small joke "I obviously didn't want you to leave, never did. I dreaded this day because I thought you'd want to leave... to be free to explore, find yourself and finally get out of this ship."

You cupped his face gently and felt him lean into your touch.

"Shanks... this is my home. You're my home. Plus, what better placed to explore in than a fucking ship!" I said with a smile and laughed.

Shanks retributed the smile, twice as big, and laughed as well.

"Hey little lady! Language!" He jokingly told you off.

You stared into each other's eyes as your heads tilted ever so slightly. That was the moment. It felt right. It felt perfect.

Your lips touched slightly, and you pulled away just as quickly, trying to process the moment. But when you realized how much you wanted it, how much you needed it, you grabbed him by his collar and pulled him closer, smashing your lips together. The kiss was rough and passionate, full of emotion.

"Princess I planned on taking it slow, but if you keep this up I won't be able to hold back much longer." Shanks whispered as he left sloppy kisses on your neck.

"Don't hold back. I want to feel everything I've been missing out on." You moaned.

"Well in that case," Shanks paused, as he manhandled you to lay on the bed and spread your legs so he could hover over you "let's give the crew something to complain about, shall we?"

The Captain didn't wait for your response, he simply captured your lips in a rough kiss once more and yanked down the pants you were wearing. His fingers slowly travelled down your body and parted your folds. You watched as he then took them up to his mouth and licked them clean.

"Who knew you'd still be this wet outside of the water?"

You blushed and rolled your eyes with a smile at the cheeky jokes you'd come to love.

Shanks removed his cape and shirt, and then kissed down your body, slightly pushing up the shirt you wore to reach your stomach. He pondered on removing the shirt, but decided against it - the Captain thought you'd look good being fucked in his shirt.

He toyed around your pussy, biting and kissing several spots on your inner thighs until you were moaning desperately.

"Please touch me there Shanks..." You begged.

That was his cue to begin eating you out like a hungry man. You didn't even know how to describe the feeling, but that didn't stop you from trying.

"F-fuck! That's so good Shanks- so good!" You moaned, as one of your hands gripped his sheets and the other tugged on his hair.

He moaned at the feeling of his hair being pulled and you swore the vibrations made it even better.

Shanks slapped your inner thigh and gripped it over and over, and you could feel something in the pit of your stomach forming.

"Oh shit-" You moaned.

Your breathing accelerated and your eyes closed as your back arched, preparing for whatever was coming.

When suddenly Shanks' mouth pulled away.

"What did you do that for?" You whined, looking at him through your lashes.

Shanks hovered over you and kissed you deeply. You could taste yourself on his tongue and you both moaned into each other's mouths.

"If you're going to cum for the first time sweetheart, you're doing it on my cock."

His hand expertly pulled his cock out, and you whimper-gasped when you felt it hit your pussy.

You looked down at it and widened your eyes.

Shanks laughed and caressed your cheek.

"You okay there, princess?" The Captain asked as he ran the tip of his cock along your folds, making you hiss.

"I'm- I have mixed feelings. Is all that going in me? And it feels good?"

Shanks chuckled and pecked your lips.

"I'll go slow, doll. If it doesn't feel good, you tell me, okay?"

You nodded, giving him the greenlight.

Shanks pushed into you, very slowly, carefully watching your face through the whole thing, until he bottomed out inside you.

"How you doing, dollface?" The man asked.

He wanted nothing more than to ram into you until the only word you could say was his name, but the man was patient.

"It feels... odd. But good. K-keep going." You said, suddenly feeling hot and shy.

Shanks slowly moved in and out of you, finding a merciful pace to fuck you in. His hand found your ass, that he gripped as tightly as he could without hurting you, taking out some of the frustration of not being able to fuck you as he wanted.

It became especially hard when you began tightening around his cock and moaning his name.

"Go faster, please-"

Those words were the only thing he wanted to hear. Shanks slapped the aprt of your ass he could reach from that position and steadily picked up the pace in which he fucked you.

"S-shit this is so fucking good Shanks!"

Your praises and moans were the sweetest sound he'd ever heard, and the man wanted to hold on as long as he could, to listen to them as long as possible.

The way his shirt looked on you while he fucked you was an even bigger ego-boost for him. You looked his, you looked like you belonged to him. Wearing his shirt, on his bed, with his cock buried deep in you... Fuck, it was a sight to see.

He bent over as he fucked you, his hand grabbing the base of your neck as his lips left sloppy kisses and small bites all over it.

"I wanna fuck you dumb. I wanna fuck your pretty little pussy so hard Y/N."

You didn't know how much you enjoyed dirty talking until you heard him whisper those words to you, and the most sinful moan left your mouth.

"Do it! Shit- fuck!" You cursed as he fucked you at an impossible pace.

Skin slapping and squelching sounds filled the room along with your moans and groans, and the familiar feeling at the pit of your stomach returned. You had no way of knowing you were about to cum so you couldn't warn your partner, but Shanks knew. From the way your back arched once more, and your hand gripped the wrist that was gripping your thigh, he knew you were close.

Shanks tried to hold off his orgasm as long as possible, and it was painful but oh so worth it. Your pleasure-filled face, mouth agape followed by the incessant calls for his name in the form of moans... it was art.

He came right after, burying his cock deep in you, making sure it all stayed in. His mark.

The Captain pulled out of you with a groan and plopped next to you. You waited no time to roll over and lay your head on his chest, swinging your leg over one of his as he wrapped his arm around you, his hand laying on your butt softly.

"I don't think I'll be able to walk for a different reason now..." You said, smiling up at him.

"Hey you're getting good at making corny jokes like me!"

You laughed together, then a deep silence ensued.

"Shanks... did you mean that?"

He cocked his head slightly.

"About what? Wanting to fuck you dumb? Oh very much!"

You laughed and slapped his chest.

"No! About... really wanting me here... by your side."

Shanks smiled as he looked at you fondly and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

"If you promise to tolerate me, I'd like to have you by my side until the end of my days."

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eddiemadmunson · 2 years ago

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Traitor - part 1 of 2

Summary: Y/N and Aemond are betrothed and in love, but when Aemond kills her brother Lucerys and is captured on Dragonstone, everything changes. Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon reader Warnings: Incest, there is no smut in this fic, only angst and sadness. My only warning for this fic is that Vhagar is going to do something unusual for dragons from ASOIAF universe. Word account: around 3000 words A/N: English is not my first language, let’s pretend that ** means that they are talking in High Valyrian

Y/N Velaryon was the only daughter and legitimate heir of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Ser Laenor Velaryon, she was born 9 months after the wedding. Rhaenyra and Laenor had tried to sleep together couple times before she started her romance with ser Harwin Strong who was the father of Y/N’s siblings and by some miracle, Y/N has been born. She grew up along with her brothers,uncles and aunt in King's Landing, growing into beautiful young, clever and kind woman. When she and Aemond were 16 years old their mothers decided to betrothed them to achieve peace between the two parts of their family. Y/N stayed in King’s Landing after that infamous incident between Aemond and her brothers and cousins, Rhaenyra wanted to take her with them but Y/N begged her to let her stay there with Aemond and Rhaenyra eventually agreed, leaving her only daughter with the Greens. Y/N and Aemond has loved each other since they were kids and everyone assumed that they will get married soon and live happily ever after. Aemond often flew with her to the Dragonstone so she could visit her family, but he always stayed at the beach or flew back home and came back few days later to get her back to King’s Landing. Everything seemed perfect, but then Aemond called her brothers Strong bastards at the family dinner and her mother forced her to go back to the Dragonstone with them. Y/N followed her because she was also disappointed by Aemond’s behavior and wanted to stay with her mother for a while so he could think about his actions. But couple days later King Viserys died, Alicent and Otto placed Aegon on the Iron throne and Aemond killed her brother. Aemond tried to talk to his beloved Y/N, he flew to the Dragonstone on Vhagar’s back as usually but he was caught when he tried to get inside the castle and Blacks captured him and took him as a prisoner at the Dragonstone.

Present time:

You were sneaking to the prison walls, carefully looking around if you are not being seen by your mother’s guards. It seemed that everyone was placed around the castle walls, expecting attack or some kind of rescue mission from the outside. They did not expect that the real danger was lurking inside the castle walls. The night was dark and cold, you were tired, so fucking tired. You almost cried your eyes out. Your dear brother, your baby brother was dead. You will never hear his jolly laughter again, see his eyes sparkle in excitement while riding his dragon, you will never see him grow up into a fine man, lord of the Driftmark, husband of a beautiful Rhaena, father of their future children. But the worst thing about this situation was that it was your lover, your Aemond who murdered your brother. His dragon Vhagar snapped your brother and his dragon in half above the Storm’s End. Lord Borros Baratheon sent a raven with the devastating news to your mother, along with the message, that his house supports Aegon as a true heir to the Iron Throne. You still couldn’t believe that Aemond would be able to do something like this to you. Sure, he hated Luke and he wanted his revenge for such a long time, but killing him? The Aemond you knew wasn’t a stone blood killer. He was impulsive, arrogant and could be cruel to those who wronged him, but he wasn’t a murderer. You had to talk to him you needed to know what happened, what changed so much in those ten days you two were apart. You slipped behind the guard’s backs and silently walked towards the prison cell. You saw Aemond sitting on the cold prison cell floor and your heart ached. You wanted to hate him for what he did to Luke, but your heart was a traitor and it started beating loudly when he looked up as if he could sense that you are near. “Are you serious, Y/N?” Jace said and walked out of the shadows. “What are you doing here?” he demanded answers and you gulped in shame. “I... I just need to talk to him, Jace. I need to know what happened above the Storm’s End, I need to know why he did it,” you tried to reason with your brother. “It doesn’t matter why he did it Y/N! He murdered our brother. Lucerys is dead because of him. We couldn’t even give him a proper burial because we couldn’t find his body, only pieces of Arraxes wings were found on the ground!” Jace hissed and each word was like a dagger to your poor heart. “I know, Jace, do you think that I don’t know it? Do you think that I didn’t cry myself to sleep the last three nights? You think I don’t care about Luke? And that’s why I need to know the answers,” you tried again, but Jace was cold as a stone. “I won’t let you go anywhere near him!” he stated. ”Jace, please, just couple of minutes,” you begged. “No, mother and Daemon will execute him tomorrow, nobody wants to hear his excuses or explanations. There is nothing to explain. That’s why he is gagged, nobody wants to hear a word from murderer’s lips,” Jace said coldly and your heart squeezed in your chest. “Execute? You can’t just execute him without a trial! Aegon and Alicent will want revenge; we will be stuck in a death circle, Jacerys! If you kill him, they will find a way how to hurt you, or Joffrey, or little Vicerys and Aegon. And what we are going to do next? Kill Helaena, Daeron, Aegon or his kids? This is madness! We need to find calmer way out of this!” you grabbed his shoulders, shaking him with desperate tears in your eyes. Jacerys was looking at you with disgust in his brown eyes, his father’s eyes. “Why are you defending him, sweet sister? Is it even possible for you to still have feelings for him? After what he did to our brother?” he hissed and you blushed. “I just want to talk to him,” you tried again. “No, go to sleep. I can’t even look at you,” Jace was adamant. You sighed and looked at Aemond who was sitting in his cell, his hands tied up behind his back, his mouth gagged, so he couldn’t say a word, but he didn’t make any efforts to say something, he was sitting there calmly, his eye never leaving your figure, his blue eye was looking at you with the familiar adoration and unknown urgency to talk to you. “Y/N, hey Y/N!” Jace shouted at you, you realized that he said your name couple of times before you started listening to him, too lost in Aemond’s eye. Jace grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. “How can you still look at him like that, sister? With so much love and adoration? Are you insane?” Jace’s voice was cracking, he was so mad at you or on this whole fucked up situation. “I love him since I was a kid, Jace. I can’t just turn it off, I am not saying that I want to forgive him or forget what he did, I just need to know why!” you were crying now, hot tears running down your cheeks. You felt Aemond shifting in his cell but you didn’t dare to look at him, your eyes focused on your brother’s face. “I have never understood why you fell in love him, Y/N. He is cruel, arrogant, weird,” Jace started listing the reasons why he didn’t like your betrothed . “He was like this to you, because you mocked him when you were kids and teenagers. You, Luke and Aegon were making fun of him all the time, he was only reacting to your behavior. Luke mutilated him and he never even felt sorry for it, you can’t blame him for not being really warm to you,” you defended Aemond as always. Since you were a child you were always on his side that was the main reason why he fell in love with you. “He calls us bastards all the time, Y/N,” Jace shouted and you said something what you immediately regretted. “The word is nasty, but the truth is that you are not Laenor’s sons. No matter how many times our mother or grandfather try to deny it, it’s a truth,” Jace acted fast before he had a chance to think about his actions, he slap you hard across your face. You gasped and fell on the ground. Your ears were ringing, your face was hurting, but it was nothing in comparing to the pain in your heart. Aemond went feral in his cell, you heard the clinking of his shackles against the iron bars as he tried to get to you or to Jace, but he was trapped there, but he somehow managed to take off his gag. “Touch her again and I will rip your hands off your body, bastard. Fucking coward!! Y/N, are you OK?” he was shouting and Jace was too shocked to react to him. He tried to help you, but you pushed him away, tears filling your eyes. “Don’t touch me, don’t you ever dare to touch me again!” you whimpered and run away, leaving them both in the cell.

When you woke up the next morning you tried to talk to your mother about Aemond, but she told you the same thing as Jacerys. She wanted Aemond dead, there was no other option for her. Your kind and cheerful mother was now full of sorrow and blood thirst. You tried to explain to her that his death will only lead to another deaths and it will destroy your whole family but she wasn’t listening to you. All she could hear in her ears was “revenge, revenge, revenge”. When she asked you why there is a bruise on your cheek you told her, that you slipped and the door hit your face. She didn’t look convinced, but she let it go for now, she had other things on mind. She wanted to execute Aemond today, when the sun will set. You didn’t try to visit Aemond again, you were sure that Jacerys put a guards in front of his cell, expecting you to come back. He obviously didn’t tell your mother that you tried to visit him, he was too embarrassed that he hit you. He tried to apologize to you this morning but you ignored him. You were wandering around the Dragonstone walls, trying to figure out what to do. You could send a Raven to Aegon, but he wouldn’t be able to do something to save his brother in time. You wanted to help him escape by yourself, but you weren’t a fighter and even if you would be the best swordswoman in the Seven Kingdoms, they were outnumbered. And yes, you came to the conclusion, that you want Aemond to live. You were heartbroken and shaken that he killed your baby brother, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to wish him painful death. You wanted him to escape, fly back to King’s Landing and never show his face in front of you again. But you had no idea how to do it. Suddenly you heard a distant roar. You could recognize her roars everywhere. It was Vhagar. Well he obviously got here on his dragon. She was too big and dangerous so nobody tried to get to her yet. You quickly got on the horse back and rode towards the giant she-dragon. This was probably a stupid idea, but you were desperate. She was resting on the beach, looking your way as you rushed to her, but she remained calm. She was used to you, you and Aemond visited her almost daily, you rode with him on her back many times, he loved to see your happy face when you two were together in the air. Your egg has never hatched and you didn’t claim any dragon, but you didn’t mind, you weren’t rushing anything, you were sure that your dragon is waiting for you somewhere, you just had to wait for the right time. You slowly walked to the old dragon lady. **Hi, Vhagar, it’s me, Y/N. Do you remember me, beautiful girl?** you asked her, your voice shaking slightly. You always felt respect to this magnificent beast. She always let you pet her and walk to her, but it was always with Aemond behind your back, talking gently to her, calming her down. She watched you carefully, her old eyes didn’t show any emotion. **I need your help big girl. Aemond is in danger. Your rider will die very soon if we won’t help him. Aemond is in danger!** you talked slowly to her in High Valyrian. You felt like a fool, dragons were smart but they were just animals, she probably didn’t understand a word you were saying. Vhagar looked at you with her ancient eye, not moving a muscle. **Please, we need to help him,** you begged her, slowly getting closer to her, she was now watching you carefully. This was stupid idea, she will probably burn you alive, but you didn’t want to live in a world where your own mother killed the man you love. You stopped dead in your tracks when Vhagar opened her mouth slightly and you noticed the hot flames forming deep inside her mouth. **No, Vhagar, be a good girl Vhagar, obey me, for Aemond. You are his only hope. Vhagar please!!** you pleaded with tears of desperation in your eyes. You weren’t afraid to die but you wanted to save Aemond first and he will die without your help, you had no doubts about that. Suddenly the wind blew wildly behind you, sending your scent straight to the old she-dragon’s nose. Vhagar hesitated and started sniffing, the look of confusion evident on her scaled face. She closed her mouth, the flames died in her throat. You let out a breathe you didn’t know you were holding. Vhagar’s massive head moved towards you and you stood your ground even though your survival instinct was screaming at you to start running away as quickly as possible. She sniffed you slowly and gently nudged your flat belly. Your eyes widened when you realized why the dragon is acting like this. **Oh, you can sense it do you? You can sense that I am with child,** you smiled softly and patted her nose as she kept nudging your almost nonexistent baby bump. **You can smell Aemond’s blood in me, that’s why you didn’t burn me alive** you realized and more salted tears were rolling down your cheeks. You have never cried so much in your whole life as you cried in the last 2 weeks. You were so happy when you didn’t bleed in the last 3 months, you waited until you were sure and you wanted to tell Aemond on his birthday next week. And now everything was ruined. You were expecting your first child with a man who you loved more than anything on this world but also with a man who killed your brother and whose brother usurped your mother’s throne. This felt like a fucked up story from one of the books you read in the library when you were spending your time with Aemond at his favorite place. You sighed and proceed to the next move. **I need to get on your back, big girl. Please cooperate with me, we are doing this for Aemond. Please don’t eat me or burn me alive,** you sent a silent prayer to the gods and slowly approached the rope ladder on her back. You touched it and she growled in warning. **Good girl, Vhagar. Please, obey me, the sooner you obey me, the sooner you will be able to have Aemond back in your saddle** you soothed her and slowly started climbing on the old dragon. Vhagar clearly felt uncomfortable, you were not her rider, you weren’t Aemond, but you smelled like him, she felt that you were carrying his child and maybe she somehow understood that you want to help him, so she let you climb up into her leather saddle. You were breathing heavily, the climbing took a lot of your strength. You took the reins in your hands and yelled. **Fly Vhagar, as fast as you could to the castle, before it’s too late,** Vhagar didn’t move for few moments and you thought that your efforts were futile but then she slowly started moving. You had to grip the saddle when the dragon started running on the beach, slowly spreading her massive wings, and before you knew it you were in the air. You made it, Vhagar listened to you. You quickly directed her to the castle, you were praying that you are not too late to safe Aemond and make your whole family hate your guts.

Next part coming soon

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jayke0 · 10 months ago

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Sorry but Cecil's 5 inches at MOST

And i don't mind 😏😏

#rfj #cecil dennis rfj #cecil dennis smut #cecil rfj #cecil dennis #oscar isaac characters #revenge for jolly smut #revenge for jolly

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stormkobra-5 · 3 years ago

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For filthy friday:

I keep thinking about the little tittering(?) sounds Cecil makes in that scene with Tina. It's just so cute? He's just such a whiny vocal baby, I know he would be burying his face in your neck making those pretty sounds as you peg him. That is until you tell him to ride you beds you know baby boy is bouncing on that strap like his life depends on it

Pssssssst Anon I have to say something: I love your mind.

I haven’t actually seen that part so 🤡 But boy I can IMAGINE. He buries his face in your neck if he wants to be able to hold you, to nip at your skin and leave trails of marks and bruises so that everyone knows you’re taken. And if he’s riding you? Oh man. The poor baby’s whimpering and moaning and begging (even if you’re giving it too him) at the top of his lungs. Let’s just say it’s no secret to your neighbors when Cecil’s getting pegged. 🥴

#cecil dennis x reader #cecil dennis x reader smut #cecil dennis #revenge for jolly #oscar isaac #oscar isaac hernandez estrada #stormkobra 5 answers #filthy friday

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lexinympho · 2 years ago

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[smut, slight misogyny (scummy behavior but it's from a place of pain), slight angst, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, birth control, corruption kink, creampie, MDNI]

Virgin killer Gyutaro who's hardened glare of distaste, one that's constantly aimed at the entirety of the human population, does a good job of hiding his easily breakable heart.

The one being who managed to touch the organ crushed it into a gut wrenching mess of betrayal the one time he put a bit too much trust into her. She'd lamented to him and offered herself up as she eagerly opened her legs for him, claiming she wanted him to be her first before screaming out in pleasure from the hard pounding the head of his dick delivered. Bearing witness to her hanging off of another man's arm the week after being ghosted sent him spiraling into a vengeful mindset, one he's familiar with already, but not like this. His insecurities run rampant, reminding him that this was an expected outcome, no one would want to seriously be with someone like him.

Yes, an expected outcome. It still broke a vulnerable piece of his mind he never knew existed though.

He clawed at the seams of his soul as the urge to take his anger out on someone spilled over into territory he found thrill in: taking her virginity, corrupting her and imprinting himself deep enough so she'd never think of another man. Her so called love for him tastes like a poisonous concoction now, but his memory, his experience with that sex, is something he craved more of.

Unsurprisingly to himself, he became addicted to ripping another woman's heart out much like his was on that dreadful day, grinning maliciously as he drinks in their shift from being smitten to absolute devastation.

Some sickingly sympathetic part of him pushes him to coo over their ears with sugar coated words of bitterness, his art of manipulation coming through strong when some find the audacity to come running back when it's clear he got all he wanted out of them. He's downright jolly when he has that second chance to crack down on some poor slut's self esteem with the reminder of their arrangement being over with, teeth baring from how big his smile is when their eyes turn dull at the sight of his new prey floating around him.

The best part is when some women come up to him with the heat of revengeful anger radiating from them, already aware of his ways with women and planning to give him food for thought for their fallen friend, only to end up as another fool whose ugly face is drenched by saltiness.

The high he gets from tasting a woman before another man can do so, coupled with the admittedly dark satisfaction that results from tossing her aside, is a mind game he doesn't think he'll ever grow tired of.

It's fun luring a poor soul into his arms and getting a good read on them to instantly know he picked a good one to play around with. It doesn't matter how long it takes for him to reach his goal; if anything, he finds the buildup that much more pleasurable once the end of the tale comes up. Treating a woman as sweetly as any man with a functioning brain cell knows they should, working his way into every fiber of their life and playing the part of a lovesick skirt chaser who's fast fingers would typically be a red flag. His mouth runs faster though, sweet talking her down to her underwear and into his bed as he palms at his raging boner through his boxers in anticipation of what's to come.

"I'm on birth control," his new cocksleeve shyly announced when she saw him reaching for the condom on his nightstand. Those four words sent more blood rushing to his cock, his horny brain always leaning more towards cumming inside rather than slipping on the protective rubber. It's hotter that way.

It wouldn't be enjoyable for him if he goes too fast, of course not, this is her first time after all. They taste so much sweeter when they're into it too. "It has to be special for you, doll," a line he's practiced enough times for it to sound genuine to the untrained ear. He's biting at her neck when he slips his fingers in, one by one at a snail's pace that's torturous for both him and the unlucky lady. His mouth moves downwards to her collarbone, and no sooner to her tits to hungrily nip and lap at the mounds. He works his magic once she's comfortable, poking and prodding at any and all weak spots he can find inside, bullying her clit until it looks like he abused the little thing.

He knows it's almost painful for her, definitely overwhelming based on her heavy breaths, but the strong tingles dancing in his stomach tell him to keep going until she's drenching his sheet with her slick (bonus points if he helps her discover she's a squirter). Screams and wails bounce off of his walls and reverberate in his eardrums, driving him to hurry and whip his dick out the moment she cries out for it in a desperate tone.

They're always so tight, a fact Gyutaro discovered early on in the game and still finds fascination in to this day. He pushes in as slowly as he did earlier when he began fingering her open, but he's glad to push in faster if requested; it adds to his ego when he gets a woman wet enough to take him smoothly and quickly. The literal second she gives the go ahead, he's practically going at it like a rabbit in heat. He doesn't hold back his strength, nor his words of praise and enjoyment, "You're so fuckin wet, best pussy I ever had~"

He mentally fist bumps himself at the visible shiver that ran through her body from his words. She sobs uncontrollably about being close, only serving to make him go faster and deeper to finally bring her over that edge. Once, twice, and thrice, she flails around with each orgasm he brings out as he has yet to cum, happily drawing this rendezvous out to pound at her cunt for as long as possible.

He can't restrain himself any longer though, her pussy's sloshing with each movement he makes, the scent and sensation send his body down the road to climax central.

Now he's close and ready to cum, drops of sweat decorating his flushed face as he changes position and aims right for her womb when his cock starts twitching for release. He hugs her frame to his like he loves her, sprays his cum all over her walls as though he cherishes her, even going so far as to press gentle kisses over her chest, neck, and up to her lips.

He doesn't remember her name though, he'd only known her for 3 days before she was ready to hop on his dick. She said she didn't know of him until a supposed friend of hers mentioned him at college. She wanted to see for herself how someone as sweet as him could possibly be the sex hungry fiend she'd been told walks around campus for fresh meat.

It's too bad she was sadly mistaken.

And it's too good for him that she was as willing as she was.

The warmth of the once sensual scene disappears swiftly and becomes replaced with the cold fog of Gyutaro's absence when he sits up from her and abruptly pulls out. All she can do in her worn out state is take in his pleased expression as he watches his cum dribble out of her, taking his thumb to run the excess over her tender clit and laughing when her legs jolt. He looks up and, like clockwork, watches her face contort into confusion at the sight of his cold eyes clashing with the afterglow of his smirk.

He stands from the bed to effortlessly slip his boxers back on and turn to her before giving her his famous line, "Get lost."

His pulse, still racing from his activites, help to drown out her pathetic "but"s as she stutters over her words in disbelief. His ears don't block out her cries of disappointment, instead listening to them as though they're the most beautiful thing one could hope to hear after a round of good sex. One roll of his eyes at her dramatic behavior is all she needs to jump up on wobbly legs and dishearteningly collect her discarded clothes before disappearing from his dorm room.

Much like any other night like this, he easily cleans himself up and crashes into his bed, patting his scratch ridden bare back for another job well done.

And much like any other night like this, what he'd just done settles into his bones, lighting his nerves like fireworks yet weighing his limbs down like lead.

Yeah, this is a sick and twisted thing he puts himself and innocent people through.

But he'll gladly indulge in the experience to dull the ache in the still cracked space of his mind that tends to relish in the post-sex stuff, something he mentally slaps his own wrist for doing when a lack of attachment is his #1 rule.

So he blissfully closes his eyes, excitement already coursing through his veins as he imagines what the next one will be like.

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f!reader x helena bertinelli where the reader is someone the birds are trying to catch and they get close to catching her but can't because she has her own little group of people who want revenge on the people who hurt them so the readers group kidnaps the birds and explains they are only hurting people who hurt them and like let them go then the reader and helena get together after they have a heated fuck maybe. i'm sorry that was a complete mess but i think you could write this beautifully

Helena Bertinelli x Batfam! Reader

✭so so SO sorry for making you wait so long for this request! I took my time to make it perfect and I really like the concept. It would make a good series!!! I made a couple of tiny changes and I hope that's okay

✭masterlist | requests are closed | allusions to smut but nothing graphic | fem reader

Harleen Quinzel stared at the invitation printed on thick tuxedo paper, the bold, white print declaring solemnly the date and place of Joker’s funeral.

All of her friends, Renée, Cassie, Dinah, and Helena, we’re gathered around the sofa, where Harley sat engulfed in a feathered frenzy of pink boas.

“You…okay?” Cass asked slowly, pulling her tootsie pop out of her mouth. Her chapped lips were blue and she was tearing the skin off nervously as she waited for Harley’s reaction.

It was a surprise for everyone when Harley sighed and tore the invitation in half. She tossed it on the floor and threw her head back. “I need a jolly rancher margarita,” she groaned as she rubbed her eyes.

The other women flooded around her, ready to support her in her hour of need.

“It’ll be okay,” Helena said awkwardly, patting Harley’s shoulder in an attempt to be comforting.

“No, it won’t be,” Harley said in a squeaky voice. “He’s dead and I…I never…”

“Told him you loved him?” Dinah said solemnly, laying a hand over Harley's voice as she dabbed the corners of her star blue eyes with her feathery scarf.

Harley cringed away and scoffed. "I wanted to be the one to kill him!" Harley cried out as she wept drunken tears. This was in part due to that it was Cass's twenty first birthday. Although, there wasn't much of a reason to get drinks when it came to Harley.

"He was a right old bastard and I'd be a liar if I said I was sad to see him gone," Harley cried, her accent growing thicker as she spoke so sadly. She shuddered and shook, sobbing intensely. The other ladies glanced to each other, everyone just as uncertain as the other.

Helena wondered, Is she really upset because that?

To be honest, Helena secretly felt that Harley had never fallen out of love with the elusive Joker. He was always the guy Helena would have been happy to kill but just never did and part of that was because she worried what it would do to the friendship she had with Harley.

"What a shock," Cass gleamed as she fished the invitation from Harley's pale fingers. "Bruce won't be happy."

"Bruce is never happy," Renée voiced as she slinked across the sofa, using her toes to slip her boots off. She laid on her stomach, stretching out like a cat.

"Bruce says killing is wrong," Cass said again.

"Bruce, Bruce, Bruce," Harley suddenly snapped. "That's all you ever talk about these days."

Cass, despite herself, was rather elated to be under Bruce Wayne’s trade. He needed a new bird to train and Cass met the qualifications. Her connection with the elusive Birds of Prey made crime fighting in Gotham rather easy. But despite that, Harley was sick of hearing the rich man’s name. She has had a grudge against Batman ever since he knicked her precious car, a vintage Oldsmobile Starfire painted pastel pink and remodeled to have a functional air conditioning unit and large cup holders.

It was Harley’s baby. It was just as important as Helena’s motorcycle.

Cass recoiled and held up her hands defensively. “Sor-REE!” She exclaimed as she threw herself away from Harley.

Harley wiped her eyes. “It’s just so heartbreaking to know he didn’t suffer the way I wanted him to,” she wept. “I wanted to do everything in the book. I had a speech.”

Dinah took the invitation from Cassie’s hand. She flipped it around to inspect either side. “It’s probably best not to go,” she said with a shrug. She squinted to find any fine print on the thick card, but found none.

Harley’s small face scrunched angrily. “Oh, I’m going,” Harley bellowed as she sat straight. “‘M gonna destroy that mother fucker’s last party. His resting place will be a wreck by the time I’m done with it.”

Helena quietly thought to her self that Harley Quinn would be likely to get herself into tons of trouble if it weren’t for her friends. She sighed and raised a hand to speak. When it was her turn, she spoke. “Think about it,” Helena said smoothly. “Why would you be invited! Everyone knows that you hated him before his death. They’re looking for the murderer. You’ve got to be careful. This is a trap.”

Dinah nodded in agreement. Her hair was in a natural cloud of gorgeous curls. She pulled on one of this springs as she thought. “The funeral is more of a test. If you go you’ll be bombarded. They’ll probably think you did it.”

Harley scoffed. She put a hand on her chest. “Why would they think something like that?” She demanded, looking genuinely concerned for her reputation.

“You just said that you wanted to be the one to kill him,” Helena pointed out.

Renée snored from her spot on the sofa.

Everyone glanced at her before resuming the conversation.

Harley flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I would personally like to meet the famed killer,” she said flatly. “Maybe sort out some serious shit.” She cracked her knuckles and to Helena’s disbelief, it was intimidating.

Cass was monumentally good at ignoring her godmother’s rage. She stretched her arms and legs out, resembling some fort of prowling feline who was perching up in a tree, waiting for prey to pounce on. “Wellll, we’re probably going to have to go anyways.”

“What makes you say that?” Dinah asked.

Cass held up one finger, wagging it back and forth. “Batman’s been keeping tabs on Joker for a long time. He was really weird about keeping everyone alive. He’ll want to know who killed Joker, and why.”

“‘And why’?” Helena echoed. “He was a horrible person. That’s ‘why.’”

Cass shrugged. “He don’t care!” She exclaimed in a hilariously bad southern American accent. “I bet it was Jason.”

“Who is Jason?” Dinah asked as she started rubbing her temples.

“Oh, he’s so hot, oh, my god,” Cass moaned. She sighed with content before moving on, waving a hand for continuity. “Anyway, he used to be a Robin but then Joker killed him.”

The silence in the room was deafening, even Renée’s head picked up and she stared at Cass with bloodshot eyes.

“Well, don’t worry, he’s alive now!” Cass said as if it would change anything.

Dinah shook her head. “The funeral’s off the table,” she said decidedly.

Cass snatched the invitation back. “Why’s that?”

“Yeah, why’s that!” Harley echoed, crossing her arms and pouting dramatically. Dinah looked much like a mother as she explained that it could be dangerous.

“What if we all went?” Helena suggested.

It must have been a bad idea because Dinah glared at her usually silent friend.

“Yeah, everyone’s afraid of her!” Harley said happily as she pointed to her tall, Italian friend.

Helena shrugged. “Not everyone,” she mumbled, but no one heard it.

“When we go, and we get ambushed, you can all say that I was right,” Dinah said as she smacked her thighs. She used her toes to grab a soft blanket before she curled up on the recliner, covering herself in the soft fleece.

Helena shook her head as she watched the rest of her friends settle in for the night. Harley used her feather scarves as a pillow. Cass settled her head on Harley’s butt, sleeping as soundly as she always did when she was with her guardian. Helena watched this fondly. In many ways, Harley was everything to Cass: mother, guardian, sister, friend, mentor. It looked nice to have someone so willing to trust you. Helena said her good nights.

And she went to bed, alone.

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Dinah Lance slammed into the door of Harley’s bullet ridden car.

Harley followed soon after, fingers scrambling and aching as she struggled to reload her P30. “Okay,” she said, her voice remarkably calm. “So you were right,” she said, even laughing a little bit.

Dinah was shocked that Harley could just laugh at such a time as this.

"You think?" Helena snapped as she pulled back a bow. The release was dainty compared to the release on a gun. It was easier for Helena to use her crossbow, allowing her to move thrice as fast as someone like Harley.

Although, Harley was above average when it came to ricocheting bullets like candy on Halloween night.

"I just wanna know who the FUCK killed Joker!" Harley screamed, right on cue. She stood and quickly aimed over the roof of her now bullet ridden Baby (Which Helena is going to get repaired with her own money, she already knows) and sent a shower of sparkling bullets across the way.

"HE WAS MINE!" Harley screamed again.

"Didn't he break up with you?" a man's voice called out after a moment of peace.

"HE WAS MINE TO KILL," Harley screamed for clarification.

"Ohhh."

Harley shot the man on sight. "He was askin' for it," she sniped when Helena gave her a dirty look. Helena forfeit.

"They're not going to let us out of here alive," Dinah called out from her stance. "I hate to sound cynical, but we're out numbered."

"Hold on," Cassie exclaimed over the gunfire as she crawled into the back of Harley's car, making her guardian cry out in anger. "Get outta there before you get killed!" Harley shrieked as she took Cass by the ankles and tugged her out.

Cass had taken hold of her red and black Jansport backpack. She threw it on the ground and started to dig through it, breathing hard. "Bruce gave me just one, he said it was for emergencies only. This feels like an emergency, right?"

The women all looked at each other for confirmation. "Yeah, alright," Dinah shrugged. "Emergency sounds fine, I guess."

"Not really the most urgent emergency," Helena admitted. "But by all means, use it!"

Cassie revealed a hand grenade, making Helena bite her knuckles to keep calm.

"Aw, fuck. Tell me you know how to use that," Renee swore from her position wrapped around a rifle that was jammed. She tried her best to fix it but eventually tossed it to the side, making it misfire and shoot a hole in the tire of Baby. The tire deflated and Harley wept obnoxiously loud as the car started to lose height.

"Why does God hate me?" Harley shouted to the sky.

Cass gestured for everyone to get down.

The Birds of Prey huddled together near the trunk of Baby, Dinah comforting Harley as Cass pulled the pin and tossed the grenade. Helena was shocked at Cassie's throw. She couldn't have done it better.

The ladies pulled Cassie into the huddle and tended as they waited for the explosion.

Helena even flinched as the blast sent rubble flying and pinging against the car.

There was silence following the incident, leaving the Birds to glance cautiously at each other before scrambling for a weapon and standing up. The group fell into the site of the mini war zone, looking around for any survivors that posed a threat. Most were unconscious, maybe even dead. Harley stomped over the wreckage, her Chanel boots crunching on the rubble as she stormed towards a man moving sluggishly. She pulled him up, her biceps bulging beneath her sleeves. "Who killed Joker, eh?" She demanded, her accent thicker with rage. "He was mine to kill."

"It was a whole group of them," the man gasped, trying to pry Harley's hands off him.

Helena watched cautiously, aware of the fact that Harley was truly angry and truly had a hard hatred against Joker and anyone that worked for him.

"This is the part where you elaborate," Dinah said in a grim voice. The man looked particularly frightened at the sight of armed women towering over him, especially while in the unyielding hold of Harley Quinn.

"There were other ladies, like you," he said, visibly sweating as he tried to wiggle away. "One had, like, this really bright hot pink hair. The other kept her face hidden. But there were more. There was a whole group of them, like you guys. That's all I know."

"Why'd they kill him?" Harley demanded, shaking him violently. Her blue eyes were filled with rage, and Helena knelt down to touch her friend's shoulder, a silent reminder that she was okay and she should take it easy.

"They said it was gift for a friend," the man stuttered. "Some guy who had beef with the Joker. These girls were getting revenge for a friend, that's all I know."

"How'd they do it?" Harley asked.

"M-Magic," he swore. Harley growled and the man started to tear up. "I swear! The girl with the pink hair had magic, and the girl with the mask just was...she was unstoppable. She was agile and strong and she had all sorts of tricks of her sleeves. She was like Batman."

Cass gasped, covering her mouth with her palm. "Holy cow," she said. "I know who killed him."

"Who?" her friends demanded.

Harley dropped the man and kicked him gently in the ribs, telling him to run away like the 'little piggy he was'. Boy, Helena had never seen anyone take off so quickly before.

Little patches of flames were still rippling across the site of the battle as Harley walked towards Baby. She leaned dramatically over the hood, hugging her car and whispering her goodbyes.

"So, who killed him?" Helena asked Cass again.

Cass was digging through her backpack, trying to find her cellphone. "I have to call her."

"Call who?!"

Cass took a deep breath. "Okay. It was way before my time with Bruce, but he had four apprentices at once. Dick Grayson,"

"Nightwing," Helena knew.

"Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd, and Y/n L/n."

"Jason Todd," Dinah repeated. "You said Joker killed him."

"He did. Jason and Y/n were best friends. Joined to the hip. When Jason became Robin, Barbara Gordon got...well, she got fucked up. Guess who was responsible. Joker found her apartment and shot her in the back. Paralyzed her."

Everyone looked at Harley, whose face was pale with horror. Helena could recognize the guilt on Harley's face. I could have done something, Harley's features cried.

"After that, Joker killed Jason. And the whole group fell apart. They were like a family. But Y/n was mad. She thought it was inexcusable of Batman to let Joker live after everything he had done. It caused a massive fight, and eventually Y/n left. Y/n wasn't even a Robin. She was a Batgirl, like Barbara was, and like I am. Barbara says she was lethal and always pulled her punches for Bruce's sake...

"It broke Bruce's heart, I think. He would never say it but...there are still framed pictures of Y/n around the house. She's like a ghost. But no matter how much Bruce loves her, he won't compromise his morals and beliefs. He wouldn't do that for anyone."

Helena was dumbfounded. A man would do that? Would let such a criminal live after hurting his apprentices, who he supposedly considers to be his own children?

No wonder this Y/n person left. Helena would have done the same. Y/n took the matter into her own hands, doing for her best friend what a father should have done for his son.

Harley was fuming. "I want to find this chick and I want to-"

"Harley, no!" Cass cried.

"You don't even know what I was gonna say," Harley snapped. "I want to thank her, and I want to hear every detail about that douche's death. And I also...I wanna apologize. To her, to that Jason fella, and to Betsy."

"Barbara," Helena corrected.

"Fine yes, 'Barbara'," Harley said. She dug around for her phone. "It's a good thing I got Triple A," she muttered as she scrolled through the cracked Samsung. She dialed the number. "Yeah, sure, I'll hold," she said to the operator. "I'm on hold," she alerted her friends.

"I'm not sure if taking Harley to see these girls is a good idea," Dinah admitted. Reneé leaned against Baby, whose tire was now completely empty and resembled a puddle. "Harley doesn't seem very stable right now," she added. Her voice was low so that Harley didn't hear, not as she was giving the Triple A hotline her information.

"I think Harley just wants closure," Helena admitted. "Whether or not that relates to her stability? I cannot say. But everyone deserves closure. I got mine, with Viktor. She should get hers."

The women glanced at each other, hesitant, before Dinah nodded to Cass. "Make the call."

Cass licked her chapped lips and flashed a thumbs up. "I'm on it."

With two of the Birds making important calls, Helena Bertinelli sat down in the bullet ridden back seat of Baby.

"Babs, hey. It's CC. You Gucci to talk?"

Helena wondered what that meant.

"Don't tell Bruce, like, at all, but I think I figured out who killed Joker. It was--oh. Uh huh. Uh huh. Interesting. Well, okay. Harley sort of wants to meet her, and the magic lady, too. Could that he arranged orrr...uh huh. Yeah. Gotcha. Totally. Yeah raspberries are fine. Yeah. Yeah. Okay. Thanks!"

Cass ended the call and tucked her phone into her pocket. "We'll Barbara already guessed it was Y/n. She already got in touch. Y/n and her pink, magic friend are going to meet up at a secure location in Bludhaven. It's about fourty five minutes away, but if Harley really wants her closure, then that's where we gotta go."

Dinah made a face. "Yuck. Bludhaven? There's not another place, like Jump or something?"

"Sorry, but secure location beggars can't be choosers," Cass informed. She dug around her bag for a tootsie pop. She threw the wrapper in the car and shrugged. "It's demolished, now, anyways," she said before sticking the candy in her mouth.

Harley Quinn fluttered back over, seeking impossibly calm. "They got a guy comin out. It'll be 30 minutes at most."

"Harley...we found Y/n."

Harley's blue eyes widened with glee. "That's great. Can I meet her?"

"Yeah, we're going to meet up in Bludhaven. There's a secure location there."

"Define secure location," Helena finally said. "Because you keep saying it over and over."

Cass sighed. Her candy rattled against her tongue as she spoke. "It's Nightwing's girlfriend's apartment," she finally admitted. "Hey, Kori is being a real friend for letting us borrow her place," Cass added when the Birds hesitated to agree with the location.

Harley was tearing off her cuticles with impossible focus. She stared at her thumb as she tore away the skin, humming softly. "I just want this over with," she said. Her voice was strained. Helena realized, with shock, that Harley was crying.

Dinah, Reneé, Cass, and Helena gathered close. Harley rested her forehead on Reneé's shoulder. She finally allowed herself to cry.

"He was a horrible man," she bemoaned. "And maybe I was a horrible lady. I let him do it. I didn't do nothin to stop it."

"Don't blame yourself," Reneé said firmly. "He woulda found a way to do it all, anyways. Besides, it's all in the past. The bastard's dead. You gotta move on with your life. Don't let old guilt weigh you down."

Harley sniffled but nodded. "You're right."

She wiped her eyes, smearing sparkling green eyeshadow around. "It'll be alright," she said decidedly. "I guess now all we gotta do is see this Y/n chick. I want to hear every detail of Joker's suffering," she muttered to herself, cracking the knuckles of both pinkies.

Helena couldn't fathom how Harley was feeling.

Over the days that the Birds spent waiting for their meet up, Helena Bertinelli spent her time recalling all of her past. She laid in her bed one night, fiddling with her baby brother's toy car. If they had survived--if any of them--what would life be like now?

She wouldn't have any of her friends. She would probably be in an arranged marriage with a man, because the familial elders would have expected Helena to procreate and carry on the Bertinelli line.

And as bad as that particular thought seemed, Helena wondered how bad it actually could have been; because she'd still have her family.

She would have her baby brother. Her mama's shoulder to cry on. Her father's warm hands to wipe away her anxious tears. Her cousins and aunts and uncles, even the ones she never really knew. She'd at least have them.

Harley Quinn was similar to Helena Bertinelli in the sense that they both had no one. No one, real, anyway. Dinah had family, Reneé had family. Cass was content with living with Harley and training with Bruce Wayne; she had her friends and her life. Harley seemed to have no one, like Helena.

There was a knock at the door the following morning. "Up and ad'um," Harley announced.

Helena groaned.

Being friends with Harley was hard especially during times like this, when she was surprisingly motherly and made everyone wake up early. Although what Helena considered early was considered by the rest of society to be the normal time to wake up.

Indeed, Helena's cracked iPhone screen read 9:07 in the morning. Most establishments were open. Establishments like coffee houses, which Helena was in desperate need to visit. Cassie made coffee every morning, and every morning Helena commented it tasted like jailhouse coffee made in a toilet.

Helena tugged on a pair of black, high waisted pants and a navy blue sweater.

She kicked her door open and shuffled down the hallway, ignoring Harley's house pets, Bruce and Wayne, the two hyenas, as they followed her around and jumped on her legs, asking for attention.

Helena sat on the couch and allowed the animals to settle in her lap. She bet Wayne behind the ears as Bruce curled up on her lap, sniffing the blue sweater.

"Drink coffee here because we're not stopping," Harley said as she crossed the living room, clearly in the middle of getting dressed.

"Who made the coffee?" Helena asked.

"Cassie."

"I'll pass."

"Fuck you, you spaghetti noodle," Cassandra swore from her position in the kitchen. She was busy piling her mug of coffee with cream and sugar.

"Spaghetti noodle?" Helena asked. "You could do better."

"Okay, then teach me something in Italian. How do you call someone a balding cock sucker in Italian?"

Helena couldn't help but laugh. "Start a little easier, like with puttana."

"Whas that mean?" Cass asked. She slurped her coffee loudly.

"Bitch."

Harley walked in, finally ready to leave. She bore a sparkling blue pair of knee high boots, a black mini skirt, and her favorite leather jacket.

"Hey, Harley. Puttana!"

Harley gasped. "Fottiti! Eh?! Coglione," Harley yelled right back. "I'm wearing shorts under the skirt," she added, pulling up the flap of her mini skirt and revealing athletic shorts and a gun. "Maybe you're the puttana."

Cass paled. "Have you been teaching her Italian, too?" She demanded Helena.

"She doesn't have ta!" Harley snickered. "Maybe I just already know it."

"Your Italian has the Bertinelli seal of approval," Helena said with a smile. "As does your temper."

Cass was shaken up by her encounter with her guardian and she simply skipped away to the arm chair. She whistled and Bruce went skipping over, too, eager to sit beside her.

"We're meeting these other chicks at Cassie's friend's girlfriend's apartment. So Helena, I'm telling you right now to be nice." Harley sounded stern and completely serious. Helena took it a bit too personally.

"What, am I mean or something?" She asked. "I can be nice."

"Meh," Cass said. Bruce laughed wickedly as if to agree.

Helena gave Bruce a dirt look. "Bacha ma culo," she muttered to the animal.

Because Harley's car was unsalvagable, the ladies had to wait for Dinah to pick them up with Reneé. Hopefully they'd bring breakfast. Knowing Reneé she was already smoking her third cigarette and eating directly out of a Dunkin Donuts box.

When Dinah did arrive, the three ladies kissed Bruce and Wayne goodbye and left. Helena, Cass, and Harley all carried some form of weapon, three or more at least.

Harley whimpered when she saw Dinah's car out front. Like Harley's had been, Dinah's was vintage, but a different make and model. Helena figured any good looking car reminded Harley of what she had lost.

The girls piled into the car, and Reneé passed Helena a warm coffee and a Dunkin Donuts box. Helena greedily took a bite from a Boston Creme, making Harley cackle. "Helena, you look like you just ate pussy," she cackled again, much like a fourteen year old boy.

"Yeah, sure," Cass said as she reached for an apple fritter. "Helena doesn't get chicks."

Helena paused. "I could get chicks," she argued after debating for a moment too long.

"Yeah, but you don't. You don't even go out," Cassie added before taking a large bite out of her fritter.

"Where's all the sugar raised?" Harley asked as she grabbed the box. She ate a single sprinkle.

"Dinah had both of them," Reneé said as she lit a cigarette.

Harley made a sound like a feral cat as Dinah hit the gas.

The car eventually floated onto the interstate, taking the first exit on the left towards Bludhaven.

Helena was still thinking about what Cass said. She could get chicks. She could if she tried. And really, what was Helena doing if not trying? Not having "a chick" didn't mean she could get one. It more meant that she was choosing not to have one.

Helena groaned at her own logic.

Dinah pulled into the lot of the apartment complex By now the sun was shining overhead, though not quite at its peak in the sky.

Cass immediately knew where to go, leading her friends up the stairs to the apartment where the infamous Y/n and Jinx were waiting.

An extremely tall woman answered the door. Her eyes were vivid green and she had hair like fire. Helena felt dizzy looking at her, for her beauty was so striking and unearthly.

The woman smiled at Cass. "Come in," she said softly. She had a strange way of speaking, Helena noticed.

"Is she an alien?" Harley asked Helena, in a whisper that wasn't exactly quiet. Helena rolled her eyes. "Seriously?"

"Yes," the woman answered with an airy chuckle. "I am, actually, what you would refer to as an alien. Though from where I am, it seems you are all the aliens."

Harley started to profusely apologize.

The woman looked frantic, and started to apologize for upsetting Harley.

Helena couldn't believe what she was watching.

"Kori? It's been two minutes and you made the guests cry," a man said as he rounded the corner. He was also tall with dark hair, and he neared his girlfriend. He must be Nightwing, who Helena had worked with before but never seen his bare face.

"Huntress!" Nightwing quickly recognized. Helana felt pretty good at the recognition, especially when he extended a fist for a fist bump. Helena gladly accepted.

"It's nice to meet you again. Or see you. You know what I mean," Helena muttered.

Kori was about a head taller than her lover, but it didn't seem to bother Nightwing.

Cass made herself at home quickly, kicking off her shoes and curling on the couch with what looked like a giant larva. Helena stared at the strange looking creature. It did move and it did seem to enjoy Cassie's petting. Kori rushed over and scooped the creature up like it was a little puppy.

"This is Silky!" She said happily, showing off her pet. Helena and Dinah seemed to be the only ones that realized it was a weird, almost slimy looking creature that was very clearly not from earth.

Reneé was shockingly okay with petting Silky on the head. Harley cooed at the creature and pet it beneath its chin. "I've never seen such a large silk worm," she said with awe.

Helena was shocked.

"What? I took a couple biology classes during under grad. I wanted to be a marine biologist at first."

That's fair, Helena supposed. Harley was a thousand times smarter than anyone gave her credit for.

Harley seemed to realize that all of her attention was on Silky. She pulled back and looked around. "Where's Y/n?" She asked.

The room fell completely silent. Kori smiled endearingly at Nightwing before heading off to the kitchen, mentioning something about a mincemeat pie. Helena cringed. Mincemeat pie? Definitely an alien.

"Dick?" Cass asked as Kori placed Silky back in her lap. Nightwing responded to the term and Helena infered that Dick must be his actual name.

"Is Bruce angry?"

Dick's face softened at Cassie's concern. "He'll get over it," he reassured her, taking a seat beside her. "Jason and Y/n will be here soon."

"Wait, they're not bringing Jinx?"

"They're not bringing anyone," Dick sighed. "Y/n has a whole group of friends, Jinx included. But she figured this was going to be better handled alone. After all, she and Jason premeditated that attack on their own."

"On their own?" Dinah repeated. "The guy we interrogated said Joker was killed with magic. We assumed it was a group effort."

Dick smiled sheepishly. "Jason and Y/n ordered the attack. They were prepared to carry it out all on their own, but Jinx and the others offered to help. They all seemed to have a grudge against Joker as well. But Y/n is pretty dead set on taking all the blame. She's scared Bruce will come after her friends."

"Do you think he would do that?" Cassie asked in a low voice.

Dick hesitated. "I couldn't say for certain."

The grievous silence that settled over everyone was interrupted when Reneé asked permission to smoke in the apartment porch. Dick nodded and smiled. "By all means," he allowed, gesturing to the sliding glass door.

Helena took a cautionary seat beside Harley, who looked slightly nauseated.

"What's wrong?" Dinah asked her friend.

Harley looked a little bit green in the face. "I'm just scared," she admitted. "Scared to meet Jason. And Y/n."

"Don't be," Dick reassured Harley. "They're nice, for the most part."

"That's not it," Harley said bitterly. "If I were Jason? I would want to kill me. I let Joker do all of that. He paralyzed your friend, right? He killed Jason, too, right?"

Dick looked uncomfortable at the mention of such events. "I didn't realize we were making family affairs public," he muttered to Cass. Cass shrugged. "You make it sound like we're the Royal family. "It'll be fine," she added when Dick continued to look uncomfortable.

The knock on the door startled Helena. Three stern raps on the door, just like when Helena was 13.

Helena stared at the door with momentary fear coasting through her blood.

"It's just them," Dick said. He must have noticed the tension on Helena's face, but he didn't realize just how terrified those three raps on the door actually made her.

Dick strode to the door and opened it, greeting his good friends with a hushed voice.

"Hey, Jay. Y/n."

Helena could hear them hugging and touching, greeting the way close family would during a holiday visit.

Helena stood and watched from the corner.

Jason Todd was and Y/n L/n were strikingly gorgeous.

Jason wasn't as tall as Dick, but he was broad and muscular, with hair black like charcoal and streaked with white, like wisps of winter.

Y/n wasn't quite as intimidating. Not at first. But the more Helena looked at her, the more she could see the hidden dangers that Y/n posed to anyone that might oppose her. Chunky platform boots that were too thick to be stylish, likely housing some sort of last resort weapon in the leather pockets. A leather jacket, raspberry colored, outlined with discreet handguns.

Jason was more outright, with his weapons strapped to his tactical belt, but Y/n? She was definitely the lion in sheep's clothing.

Her hair had streaks of hot pink going through its natural h/c, the tones of h/c like natural highlights. Y/n hugged Dick like a brother, her arms wrapping around him tightly.

The three once-apprentices of Batman huddled in the foyer. They were discussing something very quietly, and Helena caught Y/n's e/c eyes flickering over the figures that lingered in Dick and Kori's apartment. She assessed Harley, Dinah, and Helena most of all, likely seeing the same thing Helena saw when she looked at Y/n; hidden danger. Helena had her weapons packed the same way Y/n did.

Jason muttered something: whisper whisper whisper, Harley Queen, whisper whisper.

Y/n muttered something back. whisper whisper 'Quinn' whisper whisper Arkham Psych Ward.

Helena then heard a very distinct, "Be Nice" from Dick. "Kori will be very upset if you trash the place. She just redecorated."

Dick gestured for his friends to come forward, into the living room area, where Renee had decided to rejoin the group.

Kori hovered by the kitchen entry, clutching a steaming pot of mincemeat with her bare hands. Must be an alien thing.

"Jason and Y/n are here! I made the mincemeat pie," Kori said proudly.

"Looks great, Star," Y/n said. "Unfortunately I already ate-"

"I also have a frozen pizza in the oven," Kori snickered.

"I could probably eat again soon, however," Y/n corrected herself.

Kori set the pie down on the coffee table and looked around, eager to be a hostess.

Y/n and Jason took their seats, looking around at the new guests before them. "So you must be Harley Quinn," Jason said, folding his arms over his chest. He was abnormally attractive, Helena realized, much like Y/n was. It was likely they were dating, she then realized, and she felt an immediate sense of disappointment for no reason.

"That's me," Harley said carefully, not looking like her usual self at all.

"You wanted us to come. Why? Revenge or something?" Jason snarked.

Y/n didn't do anything to calm Jason. She rather sat there, tapping her boot patiently against the floor.

"I wanted to meet whoever killed Joker," Harley said. "And I wanted to, uhm, apologize?"

"You sure?" Y/n pressed, honing in on the first weakness Harley displayed. Harley grew frustrated. Helena could see that Harley wanted to lash out and stay something snarky or sarcastic; but her guilt was overruling her mind.

"Joker was a horrible person," she said. "He didn't love me. He used me. He hurt me...ignored me when he was tired of me. He'd leave for weeks on end without saying goodbye, then reappear like nothin happened. And I was too scared and alone to stand up to him."

Jason didn't seem convinced, but Y/n definitely had a visible change of heart. "I heard what you did for Cass," Y/n said. "That you adopted her. Why let her train with Bruce?"

Harley ground her teeth. "I don't really like Bats, but it's a good opportunity for her. Better than what I can offer her."

You have a side glance to Jason who just sighed heavily. "You have nothing to apologize for," he gave in. "My one concern, though? Rethink the whole Cass-Robin situation." Jason used a scarred hand to gesture a mess.

"I'm not a Robin," Cass interjected.

"Not yet?" Y/n asked.

"Not ever. I'm going to be the new Batgirl."

Y/n shot up to your feet and glowered at Dick. "Interesting how you left that part out," she said loudly. "You're going to let him get another kid killed? Or worse?"

"Calm down, friend," Kori said in a soothing voice. "I'm involved, now. Dick learned his lesson. We all did, and Bruce did, too. Nothing is going to happen to her."

"Well that's great. One more kid to keep an eye on, huh? What about Timmy? Or Carrie? Or what about poor Stephanie's mother? I'm not trying to go to another bat-kid's funeral," Y/n shouted.

Helena stared in awe. "Who's Stephanie?" She asked at the same time Cass did.

"Oh, you don't know?" Jason laughed. "Just a Robin that also died. Not by Joker's hand," he said when Harley looked like she would puke. "Not that it matters. The people that cross our paths aren't taken care of. Not by Bruce. Cassandra, Cass, whatever your name is. Don't expect anything from Bruce. He'll give you a place to crash and fun toys to play with, but he won't ever have your back."

Cass remained silent as Dick tried to calm Jason down. "I'm always with her," Dick said, being obviously careful as he chose his tone of voice.

Helena looked intensely towards Y/n, whose face was stoic. "It's Miss Cane's choice," Y/n said very softly. For the first time, Y/n looked at Helena, their eyes meeting. Lighting zipped down Helena's spine.

"I ultimately have nothing to do with whatever he does anymore," she added. "Only advice I have to give is to learn what you can, then leave. It's not that he doesn't care about you, or the others he takes on. He does. But nothing, and I mean nothing, will ever make him change his ways."

Cass nodded, looking like a wounded dog, nodded quietly. "Thank you for telling me," she whispered, her voice hoarse. Harley rubbed Cassie's back, looking like a mother. Helena was always stunned by Harley's capacity to be whatever Cass needed; younger, as a thirteen year old, Harley was a lot like a fun older sister. Now that Cass is grown, Harley's started acting like a mother, teaching Cass how to manage finances and other such things.

"How did you kill him?" Harley asked, changing the subject.

Y/n looked puzzle. "Joker?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, my friend subdued him and I...well I beat the shit out of him. He kept laughing, and it made me so angry. So I snapped and killed him. My friend helped with her magic, but ultimately, it was me."

Harley nodded, her shoulders relieving themselves of the tension they've held all morning.

"I guess I was expecting something bigger."

"Bigger then that?" Jason laughed.

"Well, we heard that Joker died from magic," Renee said from her spot on the couch. "That sounded way cooler then what Batserella did."

Y/n glared.

"Magic was sort of involved," she said through gritted teeth. "I couldn't have done it without her. Joker's will power was unique. He was a lot stronger then I realized."

"Ooh, let's meet the magic friend," Dinah said.

"No," Y/n said flatly. "She's staying in hiding. I don't need Jinx getting tracked down for what I did. I solicited the attack, she just wanted to help. She had her fair share of revenge."

Harley shook her head as she looked into absolutely nothing. "I should have killed him way earlier," she muttered.

"Yeah," Jason said. "Probably. No point in worrying about it anymore. We just gotta keep the body hidden."

Helena stared. "Why?" she asked.

"Lazarus pit," Y/n answered for her friend. "The key to immortality, some would say. It brings people from the dead. From the brink of death, grants powers, and all that. We don't need a Joker resurrection."

Jason took to his feet. Jason took to his feet, brushing off whatever dander he saw on his pants. "Star, you mind if I use your bathroom?"

"Not at all," Kori said kindly. Jason must have been over many times because he knew the way there.

"I live here, too," Dick sighed, making Kori laugh.

"I'll go check on that pizza," Kori said before fluttering back to the kitchen, her fiery hair swaying just below her thighs. Helena touched her own, short black hair and grimaced.

"Why do you call her 'Star'?'" Harley asked. "And why isn't she using oven mitts?"

The pot of mincemeat pie was still very warm to the touch.

"She's not from earth," Y/n responded as she stretches her legs out. "She's from a planet called Tamaran. She naturally has this ability to..." Y/n scratched her chin as she struggled to word it properly. "I guess she can just naturally produce weird, radioactive energy. Like, the fumes and matter found in stars. Extreme heat just doesn't seem to really bother her. I've seen her go into burning buildings to save people, something a regular person, like you or me, couldn't do. So sometimes we call her Starfire."

Harley's eyes watered as she thought of her own Starfire.

"So, she's like Superman?" Dinah asked. Dinah didn't seem to care as much for Harley's old car as Harley clearly did, because she was cursing God again.

"Uh, no. As far as I'm concerned, Cl-Superman thrives off of the energy of the sun. Kori can just withstand it. Big difference. Ask Kori, she'd love to talk about it."

Kori came back in with a steaming pan of cheesy pizza, and a side dish of what appeared to be yellow mustard.

"Thanks a million," Y/n said happily as her friend took a seat beside her. Kori cut herself a slice. She dipped her food into the dish of yellow mustard, taking a large bite.

Weird, Helena thought. It was almost insulting to the nature of food.

Y/n, Dick, and Jason all seemed used to Kori's mannerisms. No one minded her strange tastes in food or the weird lilt in her voice.

"So that's it?" Harley asked when Jason entered the room again and snagged a slice of pizza. "No one's mad at me?!"

Y/n paused mid chew. "Of course not."

Jason shrugged. "I don't give a fuck."

"Like, I came here expecting to be pummeled bu you folks, but you're so fricking nice. You've got an alien pet and Digornio pizzas. And no one cares about me at all!"

Y/n looked confused at Harley's outburst. Kori was quick to be at Harley's side. "We care about you!" Kori said soothingly. "Dick spoke very highly of you. He helped you and Helena Bertinelli just a couple weeks ago, and said that you were very considerate and kind to the mafia you caught laundering drugs into Gotham elementary schools.

Harley smiled sadly at Kori. "You just sayin' that to make me feel better or did ya boyfriend really tell you that?"

The redhead nodded happily. "He told me!" She assured. "Your friends even came with you to help confront Y/n and Jason," Kori added. "On my planet, we would conclude this hangout session with a shared reading of the Friendship and Graditude Verses."

Harley's eyes glistened with joyous tears.

"The who-there-and-a-what-now?" Reneé said as she dug through her pocket for another cigarette.

"Oh!" Kori said happily, clasping her hands at her breast. "It's a beautiful poem. Just around six thousand verses."

Dinah choked but covered it up with a cough.

Kori laughed sheepishly. "Not many people enjoy to hear it. But that's alright."The group very quietly began to disintegrate, people heading off to do their own thing.

Helena didn't like watching everyone interact with each other; she felt like an outsider looking in on an intimate moment between family. The bond these four people had; Kori, Dick, Jason, and Y/n, it reminded her too strongly of family. A family she didn't really have.

The Birds weren't real. They had their own lives. They were just fine with letting Helena be apart of the group, but she wasn't really close with any of them. Dinah and Harley were pretty close, always going to the cinema with each other. And of course Harley was like Cassie's mother-sister-guardian. And Reneé? Reneé was, admittedly, not super active with them all, but she cares. It was proven by the fact Reneé remembers everyone's birthdayc and always gets the perfect gift.

But Helena doesn't exactly contribute to the family. The group.

Helena stepped outside to the porch where Reneé had been smoking earlier. She looked down at the ground below, littered with dead leaves and pine needles.

The door slid open behind her and she saw that Y/n had followed her out.

"Hey," she said coolly, leaning against the banister beside Helena. "You're the Crossbow Killer, aren't you?"

Helena frowned. She typically would have yelled but she couldn't seem to muster the courage to yell at you. "I actually prefer Huntress," Helena said bitterly.

"Hey, my bad," you said, holding up your arms in a yielding stance. "Everyone called me Batgirl before. I tried to relabel myself as Batwoman, but being that I was fourteen years old and a B cup, no one took that seriously."

Helena actually laughed, despite the current flow of social anxiety.

"I heard how you helped take out Roman Sionis," Y/n added. "He really had his claws in Jinx for a while. I bet she would have wanted to meet you, had she known you'd even be here."

"So magic is real?" Helena asked.

Y/n smiled. "Yep. Sorry, I thought you knew. It must be shocking."

"How much more shocking can it get when aliens have been proved to exist?" Helena asked with a long sigh.

"You sound so sad over it," Y/n poked. Helena wasn't sure why Y/n even cared. She also wasn't sure why she was bothering to answe Y/n's questions.

"I don't know..." Helena mumbled.

Y/n looked at Helena thoughtfully. "You should come train with me and Jay some time."

"Jay?"

"Jason," Y/n clarified.

"Oh, your boyfriend."

Y/n's face contorted. "Hell no," she guffawed. "Jason and I? Good lord. No. Even if I was straight, Jason and I wouldn't work. He's my best friend."

"Oh..."

"I can set you two up, if that's what you're thinking," Y/n suggested. "But I gotta say, he's sort of a downer."

Helena shook her head. "No, not at all. You and I are in the same boat. I'm not-I mean like-"

"Hey."

"Yeah?" Helena gasped.

"Chill." Y/n laughed as she brushed some hair from Helena's face. Helena was stunned by the forward course of flirtation.

The moment of course ended before Helena could properly appreciate it.

Jason pulled the glass door open and looked at Y/n. "We gotta go if we want to make it to Karen's potluck," Jason informed.

Y/n huffed. "Tell Bumblebitch to quit inviting us to parties at the last minute." She looked sheepishly at Helena. "Sorry. Karen's a friend. I kind of have to leave. Jason and I should probably pick up a cookie cake of some sort to bring."

Helena nodded. "Have fun. I guess."

Y/n winked. "I'll see you around, Huntress. Perhaps I'll check in on Cass sometime soon."

Goodbyes were bid. Harley latched onto Jason, giving him a tight hug and weeping, apologizing, and overall swearing her fealty.

Jason, uncomfortable, pat Harley's head. "Please let me go," Jason said quietly.

"You smell like jasmine," Harley wept.

Jason pushed Harley off. "You're crazy. I'm not mad at you."

"Are you sure?" Harley pressed.

"Yes!" Jason exclaimed. "I'm absolutely sure! Stop fucking crying."

Harley wiped her eyes with the inside of her wrist before nodding. "Okay, okay. Will you text me?"

Jason dragged Y/n to the foyer. "Bye," Y/n managed to say before Jason tugged her over the threshold.

"He'll text me," Harley assured herself after the door shut.

Dinah pat Harley on the shoulder. "He most definitely won't."

Dick shrugged. "Don't take it personally."

Harley sighed. "It doesn't feel like I've accomplished anything," she admitted. Helena was sad to see her friend so forlorn. Harley always felt that she needed to accomplish things. Helena realized this when she found Harley's to do list taped to the refrigerator door. It changed everyday, always earning new tasks.

"Guilt is an ongoing feeling," Kori said softly. "It fluctuates, it comes and goes. But one day you will realize that you are able to bear it, or even look past it. Besides, making amends is the first step in bettering yourself."

Dick kissed Kori on the cheek. "So wise," he praises.

"You can all stay for lunch, if you want," Kori said gleefully. "After all, no one touched the pie."

One by one, eyes flickered to the untouched mincemeat pie on the coffee table. And just like that, the Birds all found a reason to leave.

"We should see them more often," Cass said with a pleasant smile on her face.

Helena thought of Y/n.

"Yeah," she said. "We should."

The Birds collectively looked at Helena, shocked. "Is Helena Bertinelli consenting to social interaction?" Dinah snorted.

"It's cos she wants to see that chick again," Reneé snickered.

Cass jumped over the car door, and landed clumsily in the back seat of Dinah's car.

"Y/n and Helena would be so cute together!" She cried as she dug around her pocket for a blue tootsy pop.

Helena grimaced as she entered the vehicle. "Let's just go home."

Harley made kissing noises in Helena's ear.

Helena hardly cared. She just wanted to go home.

If Y/n and Jason, Dick and Kori could make a family, then Helena could make a family too.

Maybe she already had one.

"Hey, guys?" Helena spoke up.

The ladies grunted and 'hmm'd in response.

"I, uh. I love you. All."

"We love you too, Hel," Dinah said from the front seat.

It was so casual. Dinah had just tossed the words out like they meant nothing. But to Helena, they were as precious as gold.

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That evening, Cass burst into the bathroom. Helena shouted profanities as she covered herself with a towel. "Y/n just texted me asking for your number," Cass said as another tootsy pop rattled against her teeth.

"Okay, and?!" Helena shouted.

"Well, can I give it to her?" Cass asked, somewhat obnoxiously.

"Yes, you can, now get the fuck out of here."

Cass have Helena a dirty look. "Hurry and rub clits with Y/n," she advised. "Maybe then you'll be in a better mood."

Cassandra screamed when Helena raised a fist, preparing to strike her. Cass sprinted out, and Helena shut the door after her.

Helena reflected on her mood. She had to admit, a decent sex life would probably keep her profanity and rage well maintained.

Perhaps Y/n violently killing Joker was the best thing to happen. For several people. For Harley, for Jason, and for Helena. Clit included.

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Dieter wonders idly how many edibles you let him have before you came. <- i think the idea of having to feed edibles to Cecil to make him come to a fancy party is VERY funny.

Loved this!

Eyes on Me

Ao3 link

Word count: 4300

Pairing: afab reader/Dieter Bravo/Cecil (Revenge for Jolly!)

Rating: so explicit. MINORS DNI:: Clicking read more implies your consent!

Warnings: Chastity play, orgasm delay/denial, public use of sex toys under clothing, pegging, canon typical drugs/alcohol use (so... A lot, but not in graphic detail), oral, anal, piv, established relationship - no condoms, cum eating, degradation play, subby boys/domme afab reader, no use of y/n and no descriptors other than having hair, enthusiastic consent, hand jobs, cock warming, a tremendous amount of fluff

Summary: Dieter Bravo is up for his second Oscar after Cliff Beasts 6 (shockingly) propelled him back into the spotlight. He's (mostly) sober and in one of his first solid relationships of his life. All he needed was a firm and indulgent hand. With you and Cecil, he gets everything he could hope for.

Or: You and Cecil are the other two thirds of Dieter's very- public polycule. You take care of him before and after a red carpet event, in your own special way. Both of your sweet, easy boys only ever beg for more.

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It's four hours until the Oscars and Lead Actor nominee Dieter Bravo, instead of being in a makeup chair getting dolled up by designer artists and enduring endless photoshoots, is suffering.

At least, to the untrained eye, he might be. You know different. You watch the tears break the waterline, dribbling into his ears, and smirk, petting Cecil for his hard work.

"Please-- please, mamí -- I need to cum," Dieter chokes, this stomach flexing hard, trying to drill his hips upward into Cecil's mouth. Cecil takes his whole length easily, his gag reflex long since trained out of him.

Dieter has you to thank for that, he knows. He's seen what you do with Cecil when he's across the world on a set and you're having fun at his house. You send videos and instructions on what he should do to himself when he watches them. When he's away, he watches endless loops of Cecil on a Sybian, deep throating a toy suctioned to the wall, or bound on all fours, his ass in the air while you toy him mercilessly, or on his back with no bondage but his own will, while you suck his cock slow and cruel, his whines and tears a symphony for Dieter to jerk off to in his trailer, alone.

Dieter just whines harder when Cecil moves with him, dutifully keeping the languid pace you set. He's fun, loves drugs and cutting loose and being goofy. Deiter adores him. But he's also a well-trained pet; nothing will make Cecil pause like the prospect of disappointing you.

You had both come into Dieter's life nine months ago, already together. He had met Cecil first, at a club where the guy was trying (and succeeding very well) at bumming drinks and hits off joints from the crowd at large. Dieter had watched him for a long moment that felt suspended in time (he had been high as fuck-- it could have been barely a minute) before he motioned the pretty young thing over. Cecil had been rumpled in jeans, boots, and a tee shirt, but his face was gorgeous, and Dieter had liked his energy. When he asked Cecil to come home with him, Cecil had straightened.

"My lady won't like being left out," he had said, which had struck Dieter square in the chest.

"You got a lady?" He'd asked. Cecil nodded, the motion loose from his heavy intoxication.

"I'm looking for a third. We do that now 'n then. You think I'm handsome?" Cecil had blinked up at Dieter with those huge soft eyes and Dieter had been helpless to nod.

"I do. Does she love you?"

"She loves me like no one ever has. I love her. She's so good to me, Dee," Cecil's eyes had gotten huge and wet, and Dieter only nodded. "She'd be really good to you."

"Can I be your third?"

Cecil had taken Dieter back to the apartment you and he were renting. He had been with you for over a year already, and was well-used to doing whatever you told him to do. Dieter had met plenty of dommes, women who he went to his knees for easily, but he had never met someone as easy to drop and open his mouth as Cecil. Hell, Dieter himself had never met someone he was more than willing to be compliant to than you.

That night, you had coaxed him easily to his knees. He's hardly been off them since.

Your soothing voice drags him back to the present.

"Now baby, we talked about this. Use your words correctly. Do you really need to? Are you going to use your word?" You ask, kneeling behind Cecil, your strap deep in his ass. He moans around Dieter's girth and rocks his hips back, asking for more, his cock hanging heavy between his legs. You drag your hand up his sweaty spine, into his hair, holding him down, his slick lips flush with Dieter's pubes.

"Agh! No! No, Mamí I can wait! Oh, fuck-- sssssCecil--!"

Dieter blinks down at Cecil and immediately drops his head back to stare unseeing at the ceiling. He is wholly unable to watch what's happening to him- he's on a hairtrigger as it is. The very sight of Cecil's glassy, unfocused eyes as he floats along in his subspace, red-faced and choking on Dieter's cock, his ass stuffed with yours, is nearly too much to bear.

He wants to grab so bad, but you told him not to touch- his fingers twist in the sheets by his head, instead. You watch him writhe, his jaw dropping and brow crumpling in distress as Cecil chokes hard, running out of oxygen, and you yank him up and off.

A long thick line of spit connects Cecil's swollen, slack lips to the tip of Dieter's throbbing cock. Dieter makes a strangled sound at the sight of it, his balls crawling up, but he bites his lip hard to distract himself from the imminent need to come. You slap him once, hard, on the inner thigh and he jolts with a heady whine.

"Roll over, Dee," you command, and he does, flopping to his front like a despondent ragdoll. Predicting your next command, he wriggles down and folds himself over the edge of the bed. "Good boy, Dieter. Cecil, eat his ass, baby. I need him nice and wet for his toy. Don't let him come, remember?"

"Yes, mamí," Cecil murmurs, twisting his hips back into yours mindlessly, and dives his face between Dieter's cheeks.

"Fuck," Dieter whines, reaching back to hold himself open. He desperately wants to fist his cock, to disobey, but he knows if he does, you won't follow through with the scene today. And shockingly, he wants that endgame more. You've managed to teach him how to relish in the glory of delayed gratification, and he's revelling in it now.

Cecil, for his part, absolutely devours him. Burying his face between someone's legs is a pleasure only second to burying his cock somewhere agreeable. After more than a year with you, he knows that he will get his pleasure, especially if he's good enough. You make him feel good, and now he has Dieter, too. It blows his mind, sometimes, that you had taken him in when he was on the verge of a mental break, cared for him, gave him something to work toward and have agency in. He loves you. There is nothing he won't do that you could possibly command. Your disappointment, to him, is tantamount to the apocalypse- unfathomable and terrifying. He does his best to make sure he never displeases you, and it rarely happens.

He adores the feel of your cock inside him, just sitting, rocking slowly and unevenly. It sends little frissions of electric pleasure up his spine. Cecil tips his hips up and back, spreads his knees another centimeter apart, his tongue buried as deep as he can get it in Dieter's clenching asshole. Instead of reaching down to fist his cock- you haven't said he could touch himself yet- he wraps his forearms under Dee's hips, his hands on the top rise of his narrow little ass, and pins him, rendering the much larger man wide open and immobile. He sucks on the rim and then, when Dieter clenches around him tellingly, slides his hand under, cinching his long fingers tight around the base of that fat cock, and stiffens his tongue to plunge back inside when Dieter inevitably bucks backward away from the pinch of pain.

He had been about to come.

"Fucking-- CECIL!" Dieter howls, writhing in his grip. You smack Dieter's ass, hard enough to leave a handprint and make the muscle wobble. Cecil pulls his tongue out and bites the red swell of flesh, making Dieter yelp indignantly.

"Don't you yell at my perfect boy, Deiter Bravo. He's doing what he was told to do; you are misbehaving. Don't think I can't see you trying to rub off on the sheets."

Dieter whines and goes limp, hissing when Cecil backs away at your command. You reach and drizzle lube over Cecil's long, pretty fingers and drop a kiss on his cheekbone. "Use your fingers, baby. Open him up real nice for our toy."

Cecil easily slips two spidery fingers up inside, avoiding Dieter's prostate, and scissors them. He lays his cheek on Dee's ass and watches the slide of his digits in and out, feeling something similar from behind on himself as you rock into him. When he slides a third finger inside, you gift him a firm slide over his own prostate, making his cock drool onto the wood floor between his knees. If you're not careful, you'll milk him dry before he can even come. And he's been too good a boy for that.

"Enough, baby. Hand me the plug, please," you croon, scritching through Cecil's hair. He pulls his fingers out, smirking when Dieter whines at the loss, and hands you the silicone plug Dieter will be wearing until you take it out tonight.

It's silicone and flexible, not overly large, but a constant reminder when he's moving, walking, or sitting. It's just short enough to tease his gland, or brush it when he sits. As long as he doesn't squirm, it's fine. Dieter whines when you seat it easily and pat the base, making him clench.

"Is it the vibrating one?" He asks, slurring his words like he's wasted.

"No, you asked for no surprises in case you have to go up and give a speech," you respond. He nods and slides down to sit on his heels in front of Cecil, letting the smaller man rut against him, seeking a kiss.

"Please, mamí," Cecil whines, bucking hard when Dieter sneaks a hand down to rub his whole wide palm over and then cup Cecil's purpling dick.

"Good boy, Cecil. Stand up with me now. Dee, hands by your feet. Put your head back on the bed." You grip Cecil's hips and haul him up, standing without pulling out the rainbow horse cock toy you have him impaled on. Dieter settles on his heels, his dick softening with lack of attention, and drops his head backward onto the mattress. "Open up."

Cecil's not allowed to touch his cock unless you tell him he can. He whimpers and waits, teary-eyed and drooling with desperation as you reach down and pump him a few times, notching his sticky-wet head between Dieter's lips.

"Fuck yourself 'til you cum, baby boy. You've been so good for me," you croon, petting him everywhere you can reach while he ruts forward into Dee's throat and back onto you. It takes mere seconds- he's far too wound up. Dieter swallows his load, licking and laving his tongue over Cecil's softening length to clean him of every drop while he shudders and whines at the sensitivity.

"Good boy, Cecil. I want you to take Dee to the bath and wash yourselves up. I'll call Bec," you pull your cock out of Cecil's ass and let him go, watching them stumble to the en suite while you dig for your cell and call his stylist and preferred on-retainer makeup and hair artist.

They are both due within the hour, and you are due an orgasm. You pick up the cock cage Dieter will need for the evening and saunter into the bathroom.

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Dieter fucking hates red carpet events. He takes no interviews down the row, only holds still for a scant few photos, and disappears inside quickly to find his seat and start swiping drinks off waiters' trays. His head is swimming with his anxiety meds and the dregs of the joint he'd smoked on the way over.

He needs a drink. Something stronger than champers.

Minutes later, he spots you and Cecil being ushered in the audience entrance and led toward his reserved row. You look stunning in a gown he picked out-- barely more than a sash, completely open to the waist in the front and back, a gold band about the natural waist to cinch it- and nothing underneath but carefully placed tape and a stick-on filming guard over your pussy. He adjusts his weight in his seat and curses the pinch of the cage on his cock for the thousandth time.

Cecil looks incredibly out of place despite the tidy cut of the suit and how pretty he is. Bec had done wonders with his gorgeous black curls. His thick scruff and sharp cheekbones catch the lighting perfectly as he follows you like a puppy with his typical slouching gait. Dieter wonders idly how many edibles you let him have before you came. His eyes are glassy but he's behaving- it can't have been too many. He wonders if you have more in that tiny clutch, or squirreled away in Cecil's pockets.

"Would you like a drink miss? Sirs?"

You give the waiter a kind smile and set your clutch on the table. "A cherry Italian margarita for me, please. And two double Taliskers, neat." The waiter nods once and disappears. Dieter reaches up and takes your hand, urging you to sit. You each take a side, effectively blocking him from dealing with whoever's assigned to be his row partner.

Cecil drops a hand on his thigh and leaves it there, and you take Dieter's opposite hand, and soon (not soon enough) the lights dim and the show begins.

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He's absolutely fucked.

There's cold metal in his fist and a dull ache in his pants, and his eyes can't focus on a thing. He can feel Cecil nearby; those long, pretty hands are on him. One of you has kept a hand on him all night. He likes it. He looks down at Cecil's long, slim hand on his ribs, overlapping the velvet lapel and the loose buttons there and tries to listen through the cacophony of music to what he's saying.

"Hmm?" He squints, dropping his forehead down to Cecil's shoulder. The man shouts and it's still nearly drowned out.

Something about you going out to call the car.

He doesn't remember who gave him the coke, or the last five drinks, but he knows he and Cecil have been partaking since he left the awards stage with his new trophy. You had a few drinks and mostly mingled, watching from the edges while they danced and got absolutely smashed.

He kisses Cecil messily on the dance floor, there in the middle of the after-party, and hears the sussurus of shutters clicking; the few paps allowed in getting their gotcha shots for the night.

Fuck 'em. He came out publicly as bi ages ago, and as poly with you two sometime in the last several months. It's nothing new. Maybe to the tabloids it's just juicy, considering he just won for a goddamn cowboy movie. He hasn't been seen being a menace or an embarrassment for months- they're thirsty.

Cecil kisses him back like a starved man, he always does. Dieter thrives on it, especially when everything is too loud and too much. You're both good at dampening the crowd, in different ways. He sucks on Cecil's tongue like a cock and pants into his open mouth, begging to go home, to come.

"I wanna fuck her," Dieter whines, his legs shaking when Cecil grins against his mouth and slots a thigh between his legs. The pressure on his heavy balls, his caged cock, is unbearable. The toy in his ass is starting to chafe, which is what prompted you to go get the car. He's remembering now.

"She's probably waiting on us now, c'mon," Cecil pants. He takes Dieter's hand and leads him through the press of the crowd toward the doors. He swipes a bottle of liquor off a tray and knocks back two drinks from their table (not theirs- some other actor's remains). They frot again in the elevator down from the rooftop, with Cecil against the wall, utterly soft and moaning encouragingly while Dieter pins him with his bigger frame and holds his face. There are other people in here, Dieter thinks passively, but he couldn't care less. He won, and he's about to take two people home he cares about. He's high and drunk, and happy. It's a nice change of pace from his usual lonely depressive benders.

The doors open, and suddenly they're in an absolute swarm of paps crowded into the lobby.

Dieter squints against the complete wall of flashing lights and slides his dark glasses up his nose. He clutches his Oscar tighter and pulls Cecil behind him, walking the harrowing path out to the relative safety of the covered garage.

You're leaning on a guardrail there, talking to someone on your phone. You smile at both of them and wave them over. For as stoned and drunk as he is, Cecil is the more steady on his feet. He leads Dieter over to you in a mostly straight line and you let him fold into your chest.

"Have you had fun, baby?" You ask, carding through his gelled, sweaty, tacky hair. He nods and fumbles for your skin, wanting you closer.

"'s a good party," he slurs, and you huff a laugh of agreement into his shoulder. The car pulls up behind him and you three pile in.

Dieter watches LA speed by outside the tinted windows, nursing the bottle of tequila Cecil had swiped. They trade it back and forth. He wants you to rub him off, but he knows you'll make him wait to come til you get home. Even if you start now, he'll have no relief for ages. If he's patient, a trait you've taught him well, he'll get everything he wants and more.

He wants to explode into a billion pieces and then those pieces dissolve, to be nothing for a while. To be held in yours and Cecil's hands, and everything is quiet and nothing at all is expected of him.

"Cecil, baby," you say, and he lolls his head over to hum at you in question. Dieter blinks and takes the bottle back when you beckon the younger man across the limo's width with a crook of your finger.

"Hasn't Dieter been such a good boy tonight, baby?"

"Hmm. Yes, mamí. He has. Won a pretty award and made his nice speech. Shared all his friends and booze and drugs with us. He wants to fuck you," Cecil says bluntly. He can't lie to you for shit. Anything that's told to him is told to you, even if it's nothing.

Dieter swallows and looks at you.

"Does he?" You cup Cecil under his chin and make him kneel between your knees on the floor of the limo. He goes easy. Dieter feels his cock protesting the snug cage again and winces.

"We'll be home in ten minutes, baby. He wants to bend me over the second we get in the door, doesn't he?" You urge Cecil to turn and sit on the ledge of the seat between your thighs. You reach around him and open his trousers. Dieter's eyes are riveted on your hands.

"Yeah mamí, he does. Wants to fuck you so bad, he's gonna come too soon. He's gonna wanna go twice. Oh, shit," he gasps, hands curling on the outsides of your thighs. He keeps his dark eyes on dieter, enjoying being put on display.

Cecil is simple- you both think he's pretty, and you care for him, and he wants for nothing, so he likes to be what you want- a toy. He only ruts a little into the loose curl of your fist and your other hand comes up under his chin, pulling him back against you. The back of his head goes over your shoulder; he's pulled taut against you and you're stroking him to fullness.

"Keep your hands away, baby. I don't need those. If he's gonna fuck me, we gotta take care of you, right? You've been a good boy, too. You kept our pretty boy safe tonight, kept your hands on him. Made sure no one gave him anything nasty, right? What all did you have baby?"

Cecil shudders when you pull him out of his trousers. You watch Dieter, his eyes like glinting black gems in the passing streetlights. He is about to snap. You can see him adjusting his weight on the seat very minutely.

"Dieter. Come sit across from us. Straight on your ass, hands on your thighs," you command, and he nearly falls over in his scramble to comply. "Cecil?"

"We had lots of drinks, mamí. Mostly weed. A few lines of coke. Not much. Mos- ahhh-- mostly weed."

"Thank you baby. Such a good boy. Isn't he, Dieter?" You ask. Dieter blinks at you owlishly and nods. "Tell him, sweetheart."

"You're so good Cecil. So pretty. Such a good boy. Kept me safe, from them, and myself."

Cecil whines and nods, desperately pleased. He loves being praised so thoroughly. You tighten your fist around him and start stripping it hard, coaxing a quick and brutal orgasm out. You've only got a few minutes left.

His hands scrabble at the backs of your knees. Dieter watches your hand, panting, wanting to cup himself. Mindlessly, he does, and you stop, your hand tight around Cecil's base. He whines pathetically and thrusts his hips up, chasing friction. Your hand under his jaw tightens and Cecil sags against you, leaning into it.

"Are you allowed to touch my cock, Dieter?" You ask pointedly, and he gulps. He's been so good, he doesn't want to ruin his reward for a thoughtless gesture. He slides his hand away under your pinning glare, and you begin again.

This time, Cecil is already precariously on the edge. He comes with a sharp gasp as you're entering Dieter's neighborhood. He doesn't even hesitate when you hold your hand up, licking it clean while he comes down.

He sucks on your fingers and stares back at Dieter while the driver navigates the Hollywood hills. "I wanna kiss you," Dieter whines, and you smile.

"Come here then, sweetheart," you croon, and he folds forward on his knees, sandwiching Cecil tight between your chests as he dives over his shoulder and claims your mouth.

When the car parks, Dieter practically throws himself out of it, beelining for the door. You get out and thank the driver and help Cecil do up his pants (he's already mostly asleep) and follow at a more sedate pace. You find him in the bedroom, already naked and kneeling by the bed, practically vibrating. Cecil walks straight to the couch, kicks his pants off, and passes out on his front. You snort at him and turn back to Dieter.

"Come help me get these stickies off, sweetheart." You slink out of the completely seamless dress and are left in nothing but the pasties. He scrambles forward and gently picks the edges off one by one, peeling carefully on your tender flesh while you play with his hair. The long, thin silver chain with the key to his cock cage ends between your breasts in a tiny locket. He kisses over the red patches left behind by the stickers over your nipples and mound, and nuzzles the locket, whining faintly.

His eyes are so wide and soft and dark you could easily get lost in them. "Please, mamí."

You smile indulgently at him and nod. "Okay, sweet thing. Go get a towel and get on the bed."

He darts into the bathroom and comes back, eager. You take the key out of your locket and snick the tiny padlock open. When you pull the plastic sleeve off, he hisses as his cock immediately starts to inflate.

"Eager boy. What do you want to do to me, sweet thing?"

You pull the ring off from around him and cup his balls, making him flinch again. "I want you on all fours. Wanna hold your tits and kiss your neck while I fuck you til you come. Wanna come inside, and sleep there."

Your eyebrows raise at the thought he put into it. You glance at the Oscar glinting on the little table beside the bed. Best Lead Actor in a Drama Film, it says. Underneath, added tonight during the party: Dieter Bravo.

"I want that too, sweetheart. Give it to me?" You blink up at him, and he folds forward, melting over you.

He wants the plug out, and you remove it. After, he licks you til you're dripping and slides inside, basking for a long moment before draping his weight down and holding you tightly to all of him.

Dieter loves connection; skin contact. For all that he's never been alone for more than a day, LA is a lonely place. The spotlight is cold.

You're warm. Cecil is warm.

Dieter barely lasts ten minutes in the end. He tears up and clutches at you and empties himself, swirling fingers over your clit until you pulse around his tender, aching length inside. You let him stay there, and he wants to weep.

The comedown is hard. He hasn't been this intoxicated in a long time, now.

The loneliness has abated. You and Cecil give him everything he doesn't have already. He has money, fame, connections, too much attention, friends who want things and friends who want clout. Two Oscars.

He finally feels like he's won.

Cecil snores loudly across the room. Dieter plays with the ends of your hair until he too, drops off. They're both going to feel like absolute dog shit tomorrow. You text the personal chef who comes on Sundays to meal prep and ask for a tray of water and breakfast to be left outside, not expecting a response. She gives none. You listen to them snore for a long moment in the dark, simply being, and finally drift off.

#revenge for jolly #Cecil #oscar isaac characters #smut #cecil dennis smut

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When It’s Cold (13)

So finals are pretty much over for me at this point. I have one more exam that I cannot even access for at least a week so I have free time and less stress. Back to this smut fest disguised as a love story.

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Felix remembered the day you came to Neverland.

It was an ordinary day as days on Neverland went. Hot and humid weather, Lost Boys being rowdy, pirates being scum, and Felix always on alert. It was nearing sunset when Pan’s shadow came back to Neverland with a new recruit in its arms.

The boys were expecting another boy but to everyone’s shock and disbelief you were a girl. A confused but bright eyed girl. You brushed the sand off your knees and introduced yourself to the boys. Felix remembered how much they hollered and cursed about a girl being on the island. It was a little strange but not worth the uproar the boys were making.

Pan called for silence and led you back to camp. He didn’t seem to even notice that you were a girl. He treated you just the same as everyone else. Being treated the same as everyone else also meant that you were subject to the same dangers. No special treatment. No helping hands. You either sink or swim.

The first night on Neverland is always the hardest. Felix didn’t expect you to make it to morning. Especially if the other boys decided to take you out while you slept. But when morning broke you were still alive and more than one of the boys were sporting fresh bruises. You yourself weren’t without injury. In fact, you were the most beat up out of all of them. But you were still standing.

The days went by and slowly life got easier for you. The boys stopped hating you and you even made friends. Felix didn’t talk to you much or at all if he could help it. It’s not that he didn’t like you but he wasn’t particularly interested in befriending you either. He was content to sit by and watch you.

You were lousy with weapons. Couldn’t shoot an arrow. Couldn’t swing a club or wield a sword. Surprisingly you could hold your own when it came to hand-to-hand combat despite the boys being bigger and more experienced. Still, your fighting wasn’t exactly great either. You thrashed around like a wild thing. There was no rhyme or reason to your fighting, there was only a biological need to survive. You kicked and punched and clawed and grappled as if your very life depended on it. Felix supposed it did.

What you were good at was traps and tracking. You knew your way around a length of rope and could create efficient snares and nets to trap food and Lost Boys. One time Felix came across a group of boys hanging upside down by their ankles. You sat on the other end of the gauntlet with an apple in your hand and a wide smile on your face as the boys cursed and yelled at you to let them down.

Felix decided in that moment that he liked you. He started talking to you a bit more. You weren’t friends but if you caught his eye when walking around the island you would talk. Never for long and not for anything extremely important. But you talked.

After a few years had gone by you were fully accepted as a Lost Girl. Some of the boys found you annoying and that went for Felix too when you were being especially irritating. Nothing you did was particularly fascinating and outside of traps and tracking you didn’t have any extraordinary skills. You were a person. A normal person.

When the adults came to Neverland and Pan’s life was put on the line was when everything changed. In the end Pan was believed to be dead and many of the Lost Boys boarded the Jolly Roger to fly away from Neverland.

Felix didn’t plan to go with them. He was going to stay on the island with all the other loyal Lost Boys. But then you came up to him with your wide, panicked eyes and asked him to come with you. You wanted to exact revenge on the adults for killing Pan and you wanted his help.

He could see in your eyes that you were going to go whether he said yes or not. It was at that moment that Felix realized that he didn’t want you to leave. You weren’t his friend. You were barely acquaintances but the thought of you being in a different realm split him. He had a choice, either go with you to Storybrooke to get revenge or stay on Neverland and probably never see you again.

Felix got on the boat with you. He consoled himself that after you got revenge he could find a way back to Neverland. He was doubly sure of it when he found out Pan wasn’t really dead but inside the Henry kid’s body. It would be fine. You all would get revenge and be back on Neverland in no time.

But that didn’t happen. Pan died, for real this time, and that left you and Felix alone with no way home. He told himself it was fine. They would find a way to get back and everything would go back to normal with or without Pan.

Then he did something extremely stupid.

He fell in love with you.

All it took was being alone with you for a couple months and he had fallen completely in love with you. Maybe that was why he never talked to you on Neverland. Maybe he knew deep down that if he got to know you he would end up in love with you.

Now you laid next to him in bed without a slip of clothes on, your naked chest pressed close to his. Last night he made love to you for the first time and when you both had calmed down from the high and finished your hot chocolate you pounced on him for round two. You didn’t bother getting dressed after the second time and Felix didn’t mind either. He liked feeling the heat of your skin against his.

He had thought of getting up and making breakfast in bed for you but he also didn’t want to run the risk of you waking up without him there. So he stayed and watched you sleep, mesmerized by the deep even breaths that puffed from your slightly parted lips. He couldn’t resist. Pressing a small kiss to your lips, then another to your cheek, and up to your temple and on each of your eyelids.

He noticed the change in your breathing. You were awake but you were trying to act like you were still asleep. He kissed the tip of your nose. “I know you’re awake,” he whispered.

You didn’t move.

“Fine then,” Felix sighed, “Should I find a different way of waking you up?”

His hand glided down your body and teased at the juncture between your legs. Slowly swiping up and down your folds before gently circling your clit. He could see you struggling to keep up the facade as your breathing got quicker. He sucked on your neck. “If you are still asleep,” he said, “then I suppose I should stop. I wouldn’t want to do anything without my darling girl’s permission after all.”

Felix withdrew his hand. “Alas, I guess I’ll go make breakfast instead.” he moved to roll out of bed when your hand caught his arm and pulled him back. Your eyes were open now and looking at him pleadingly. “Oh good, you’re awake.”

“You’re a terror,” you pulled him in for a kiss.

“You should have gotten up when I said.” His hand went back between your legs. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood this morning, darling. Or else I may have followed through and left.”

“And what has you in such a good mood?” you asked with a smirk.

He slipped a finger inside you, wiping the smirk off your face. “I’m not going to answer questions you know the answer to.” he added another finger, slowly thrusting them in and out until you were whining and writhing against him trying to get him to pick up the speed.

“Hush now, darling,” Felix kissed you, “No need to rush. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Felix,” you whined on a moan as you tried to drive his fingers in deeper.

“Not get enough last night?”

“Never,” you replied, taking his cock in your hand. “I don’t think you did either.”

“How right you are darling” he rubbed his thumb over your clit, causing you to moan louder and pump him faster. The pair of you stayed like that, undoing the other with your hands. Pace matched perfectly. A thrust for a stroke. Your walls clamped down around his fingers as you came and he followed shortly after. But he was far from done with you yet. He had only given you a few minutes respite before he tore the blanket back from your body and started lavishing your still sensitive cunt with his tongue. He briefly wondered how many times he could make you orgasm just from his tongue. He filed the idea away for another day and watched through hooded eyes as you gasped and writhed and ground yourself against his face. Gods he loved seeing you like this.

Once he had made you climax once more he climbed back up to your face and wiped the sheen of sweat from your forehead. “Good morning,”

“It certainly is,” you kissed him, moaning slightly of the taste of yourself on his lips. “If it wasn’t for the fact that I am starving I’d keep you in this bed all day.”

“The temptation is great,” Felix sighed, “But if we are going to be doing more of this today then we’re going to need our energy. Anything sound good for breakfast? I’ll make you anything you wish.”

“Chocolate chip waffles?” you asked.

“Chocolate chip waffles it is,” he kissed you once more before swinging out of bed. He went about his usual morning routine before heading down to the kitchen to make breakfast. When you entered some minutes later he noticed you were only wearing a dressing gown. It was hard to tell if you were wearing panties underneath but something told him you weren’t.

Well fuck.

He set the plate of fresh waffles down for you before kneeling in front of your chair and untying your dressing gown. And he had been right. No panties in sight.

“Felix,” you prodded his side with your foot, “What are you doing down there?”

“I thought it fairly obvious.” he shrugged, kissing up your thighs.

“I’m trying to eat,”

“So am I.”

You rolled your eyes and cut into your waffles. “Is your head to be between my legs all day?”

“In a perfect world, yes,”

“Insatiable idiot,” you sighed but didn’t tell him to stop. He made you fall apart while you ate. You seemed a little grumpy having to pause between bites so you didn’t choke while moaning. But other than that you responded perfectly to him.

“One of these days,” you said, after he had tied your robe shut once more and drew his attention back to his own, now cold, plate of waffles, “You are going to have to let me suck your cock so I can return the favor.”

“I don’t eat your pussy as a favor. It is as much for my benefit as it is for yours.”

“And could the same not be said about how I would feel blowing you?”

“You’re not going to give that up, are you? You know what I think of it.”

“You think that it sounds amazing and would happily let me go down on you if it wasn’t for the fact that you’re worried that you’re going to be too rough and end up brutally fucking my throat. I know you have better self control than that so your only real objection is tasting your dick on my tongue after, which is very hypocritical since you have no objections to having me taste myself after I come on your face. I do like it, by the way. It’s unbearably hot and I think you would agree if you would let me suck you off.”

“Do you think this is appropriate breakfast conversation?”

“Was eating me out while I ate waffles appropriate breakfast manners?” you retorted.

“Touche,” he smirked. “I’ll give it some thought. Does that please you?”

“Best I’m gonna get out of you for now,” you shuffled over to clean your plate in the sink. As you passed him you whispered hotly in his ear, “But please do give the idea your thorough consideration. Imagine it in great, explicit detail.”

Fucking hell. He really did love you.

~~~

At some point in the day between passionate embraces Felix and I started talking. At first it was hushed pillowtalk that turned to idle casual conversation. Then my mind started to drift. I looked out the window into the frost covered day and thought of a memory from long ago. Barely even a whisper of a memory. I was a child and I was sledding down a hill. The wind whipped and stung my face but there was also the biggest, happiest smile on it.

Felix smiled and nodded. Told me it sounded like a wonderful memory to hang onto.

I was more surprised I could remember it at all.

“What about you?” I asked, “I understand that for you all your memories of childhood are from a very long time ago but surely something must have survived.”

“Nothing of interest, darling, I assure you.”

“Oh come now, anything will do. I can picture a little boy Felix wading in a creek catching frogs or stealing little cakes from the bakery.” It was a nice image. A little three foot Felix with sunshiney golden hair and a face with no scars. Happy and laughing with no inhibitions.

Felix took in a deep breath. “There is one memory I remember with great detail,” he said, “Sure you want to hear it?”

“Absolutely,” I cuddled closer, tucking my head on his shoulder.

“I was maybe seven years old. Hadn’t had anything proper to eat in days. Mostly the bruised crabapples from the neighbors tree and molded bread thrown out by the bakery for the pigs. I was on my way to the tavern to find my father when I passed by a house with a pecan pie cooling on the windowsill. No one was watching so I grabbed it and ran. Hid behind a barn and devoured the whole thing with my hands. It was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted. Then I went home and my father punched me in the gut so hard I threw it all back up. I threw up on his shoes which made him angrier and so he grabbed the knife off the kitchen table and cut me down the face. Would have been worse if I hadn’t managed to runaway and he tripped trying to chase after me.”

The smile on my face slowly disappeared. Felix held me a little tighter.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, turning his face to mine. The scar that I knew so well now staring back at me with new meaning. “I didn’t know--I never wished to bring up unpleasant memories.”

“It was a long time ago, darling,”

“But still hauntingly fresh all the same I wager,” I kissed his scar, “But I thank you for telling me all the same. I am happy that you feel you can speak of such things with me. I know all the scars on your skin but not the ones inside. Now I do and I have never felt closer to you.”

“It feels good to say it out loud,” Felix traced my nose with his, “I can’t help but want to tell you every single thing that’s ever happened to me. Not just the terrible memories but the happy ones as well. The mundane and boring. Even the ones that I think would make you runaway from me in fear.”

“I will never run from you, my love. Be as sad or as happy or as boring or frightening as you want to be. My place is right here. Next to you.”

“I like when you say that,” he smiled softly, “My love. If I had to be anyone’s I am glad it is you I belong to.”

“And I to you,” I chuckled softly and wove my hand with his, “Now, what other happier memories do you have? I want to hear them all.”

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