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closedafterdark · 4 years ago

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Lee Saerom & Jang Gyuri x Male Reader

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categories: smut, angst, oral, mommy kink, scientist! gyuri

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“S-Slow d-down.. P-please…!”

Heavy breathing and the familiar sounds of a bed frame creaking filled an otherwise empty room. A pile of discarded clothing begins from the entrance leading to the bed itself. On the bed was a woman who was currently straddling someone’s waist, bracing herself onto his chest as she rode him.

He is greeted with a harsh slap across his face, the sound echoing onto the walls around them. He isn’t given any time to process the harsh sting felt on his cheek. The woman slicks her long, beautiful chestnut brown colored hair back as she meets the man’s eyes with her own aloof expression.

“Don’t you dare tell me what to do.” she simply said, her cold tone reinforced with another slap. This time, on the man’s other cheek.

He can feel her suffocatingly tight walls constrict his shaft, causing him to feel a mixture of both pain and pleasure. The woman’s fluidity of her hip movements caused his cock to be well lubricated with her juices. Having established a somewhat enjoyable rhythm, the man raised his hands and brushed aside the white lab coat the woman was wearing. The very moment his hands rested on her waist, he was met with his neck being constricted by her soft hands.

“Who said you could touch me?” she asked. “I’m the one in charge here.”

The man’s eyes widened in fear as the woman increased her pace. Her pussy was extremely wet and tight, causing his breath to be staggered as he struggled to match her tempo. Her cute butt and dangerously soft thighs met his with each bounce of her body.

“I… I’m sorry.” the man managed to say.

“Sorry? You’re not sorry. At least, you won’t be until I’m done with you.”

The woman in the lab coat continues to ride the man - her hot, wet pussy causing him to feel a multitude of sensations at once. Her muscles gripped onto his erect cock even tighter, the pace at which she was impaling herself onto him showed she had zero regard for his comfort. It was clear she had one goal. Using the helpless man to achieve her own satisfaction.

“My pussy is too tight for you, isn’t it?” she jeered. The bed underneath them both began to creak loudly as she continued to increase the pace at which she was riding him. Her slim, long fingers wrap themselves around his neck, causing the restriction of airflow. Not enough to suffocate, but enough for his breathing to become sparse. He gulps a small amount of saliva built up as he manages to admire the woman’s body through his fear. She was slightly taller than the average woman, her slim figure complimented by the tiniest hint of muscle and soft, delicious looking thighs. Her breasts were on the smaller side, but were easily able to hypnotize whoever should be staring at them as they bounced up and down while she continued to do so on the man’s cock.

A dangerously sweet face that was anything but. Her soft features were a testament to the natural beauty she possessed. Not a single blemish or imperfection on her face, nothing to hide the alluring look presented before him. Her eyes were bright, a twinkle of a wild personality being unleashed as her body bounced up and down on the man. Had the meeting been under more comfortable circumstances, the man would easily admit he is smitten towards her. The feel of her hands that continued to hold on his neck brings him back to reality - the time to admire her appearance is short-lived as he feels her already tight pussy quickly increasing even more in tightness as it pulses around his shaft.

She knows he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, as she runs one hand through her luscious, long hair and slicks it back and continues to impale herself again and again on his cock. She wanted him to cum and she wanted him to do it now.

“I know you’re getting close… so just hurry up and fucking cum already…!”

Her hands tighten their hold on his neck as the velvety walls of her pussy do the same to his cock. The bed’s loud creaking could not be compared to how roughly the woman slammed her body onto him. He isn’t even able to speak as the orgasm finally takes over his body. His toes curl tightly from the pleasure as the euphoric floodgates are opened all at once. She feels his cock throb inside her as her thighs clenched around his waist. Goosebumps formed on the man’s body as he instinctively thrusts upwards, releasing more and more of his semen into the hot, tight walls of her pussy. He holds onto her hips - surprised she showed no effort of pushing him away as she allows him to ride out his orgasm.

She grinds herself on his cock as the man slowly descends from his pleasure-filled high. The man is panting heavily, beads of perspiration formed on his skin as he struggles to return to normalcy. Finally opening his eyes, he is met with the woman’s beautiful eye smile once more. She gives him a seductive wink before blowing a kiss. Satisfied, the man continues to catch his breath.

“That was… amazing.” he said.

He is met with the woman letting out a hauntingly soft laugh. The look in her eyes shows she is not happy, in fact - the opposite. The smile on her face disappears as quickly as it appeared. His eyes widened as he begins to process what was going on.

“I wouldn’t call cumming in less than a minute and a half something to be proud of.” she said. Despite saying that, a sultry moan escapes her lips as she raises her hips and removes the man’s softening cock from her body. A stream of semen and juices begins to flow out of her freshly fucked pussy. She looks down at where their bodies were previously connected and her frown deepens.

“A shame that such a large load was released by someone who can’t even last long in bed.” she stated. The man’s ego would have taken a hit were it not for the fact that she quite simply scared him. She gets off the bed and grabs tissues from the nearby nightstand.

“What’s worse is that I would’ve enjoyed swallowing it. Bet you didn’t know that about me, didn’t you? I love swallowing. But now I have to clean this disgusting filth out of my body.” As the woman wipes her thighs, she bends over in front of the man, shaking her butt cutely at him as she grabs and puts on the lacy fabric of her sheer black panties.

“Seriously? I shake my ass and you’re already hard again?” her unwelcoming tone drastically lowering the temperature in the room despite the heater being on. The man swallowed another amount of saliva as he opened his mouth in response. Unfortunately, no sound was able to be produced. Instead, he chooses to nod his head nonchalantly.

“That’s too bad. Now you’re going to have to go home and jerk yourself off in order to relieve that. Still such a shame, I can see your poor cock throbbing. Just dying to be inside me once more.” The woman knelt beside the bed and slowly began to lower her face onto his crotch. Anticipating her wrapping her pink, plump lips around his shaft, he closed his eyes. After not feeling himself enter her mouth, he slowly opens them and sees she is blowing hot air onto his tip, still lubricated from her juices and his own cum. She held onto the man’s crinkled dress shirt next to him and tossed it onto his body.

“Gather your things and get the fuck out of my office. Now!”

The man fumbles out of the bed, his sense of balance still lacking as evident through his shaking knees as he quickly gathered his discarded clothing and shoes before storming out of the office in tears. Luckily enough, he didn’t seem to run into a young woman who made a fist in front of where the door was. She turned her head to see what just whirled by her as her gaze returned to the woman in the lab coat who is now putting on her bra and stockings. Leaning against the frame of the door, she smirks at the woman.

“Can I help you?”

“Looks to me like this is the scene of another failed experiment. Poor bastard never even stood a chance. How many does that make it, four?” The woman replied, tilting her head slightly as she put her pointer finger on her temple. The woman inside has finally put on her dress shirt, taking the time to button it up before tucking it into her skirt and wearing her slightly wrinkled lab coat once more.

“Is there a reason you’re in my office and making fun of my unsuccessful test run, miss Nakyung?”

“Unnie, lighten up.” Nakyung said as she closed the door. She goes ahead and sits on the nightstand next to the bed, the only other piece of furniture in the room. “You’re so uptight whenever I bring it up.”

“You would be too if you had to deal with idiots in an intimate scenario on a daily basis.”

“I am. Those poor souls end up crying in my office, causing me to clean up after you. You really should take it easy, unnie.”

“Did you call the person I told you to call, miss Nakyung?” the woman said, ignoring the previous statement and easily changing the subject.

Nakyung sighed. “Yes, I did. They’re going to be arriving later today.”

“Good.” the woman nodded. Not bothering to move her head up, her eyes met Nakyung’s curious gaze. She watched as she crossed her legs and brushed her skirt before speaking.

“Gyuri unnie.” Nakyung began. An eyebrow was raised as she grabbed onto her lab coat and fixed it, her name embroidered above its left breast pocket. Despite the cold stare evident on Jang Gyuri’s face, it still maintained a soft, calming feeling.

“You said you were okay with them getting together. Saerom unnie even asked if you would be okay with her dating your ex-boyfriend.” Gyuri tensed up slightly. Nakyung knew it was a sensitive subject, trying all that she could to avoid saying the one person’s name Gyuri was not overly fond of.

Two women sit across from each other at a quaint, yet spacious cafe. The decor looked as if it was stepping into a time portal - everything from the red neon rings surrounding the various wall clocks and the ceiling above to the black and white checkered flooring. The diner tops contained chrome finishes while the chairs used a shiny form of faux leather. The fair appearance of the waitress who delivered the women’s drinks was complimented by a red and white dress, complete with clubmaster glasses, overtly red lipstick, and a beauty mark that had no business blemishing an otherwise flawless face. She bowed to the women before leaving them to their conversation.

Neither woman said a word. Both looked around, as if to find something, anything to distract them from the tension in the air before them. The moment the two made eye contact, their eyes widened slightly before taking the cup in front of them and having a small, awkward sip. To anyone viewing from the outside, it would seem the two were friends, or at the very least, acquaintances discussing some important matters. Which is true, but the context of the situation was lost to everyone except for the two of them.

“Have you given my request some thought?” one of the women finally said, breaking the silence. The other woman coughs, not expecting that to be the first statement either person would say. She takes a moment to compose herself and gather her thoughts before speaking.

“Remind me again what it was?” she asked, a hint of a feigning innocence in her voice.

“I wanted to know if you’re okay with me asking out oppa. You know, your ex-boyfriend.”

The mere fact that she reiterated her point, and made sure to mention that it was her ex-boyfriend at that, rubbed the woman the wrong way. She placed her cup back onto the plate serving as a coaster below, albeit a bit louder than expected. She glared at the woman before her, though it was not one with the intention of malice. Instead, it contained pain, a longing sadness in her eyes.

“Does it really have to be him, Saerom?”

“It does.” the woman known as Saerom replies, sighing. “I know you two didn’t break up on the greatest terms. Trust me, I get it. I’ve tried so hard to get rid of my feelings by going on dates with other people. But somehow, I always found myself gravitating towards him. He has my heart, Gyuri.”

Gyuri’s eyes began to glisten at what Saerom had told her. It was true - Gyuri and her ex-boyfriend broke up because their careers were going to take them in completely separate paths. Rather than end up not having any time for each other at all, it was Gyuri who suggested they mutually part ways. Despite some time having passed, it was still a sensitive subject for Gyuri.

“I’m sorry.” Saerom said softly, taking Gyuri’s hand into her own. Placing her other hand on top, she began rubbing it gently, an effort to calm the abundance of emotions Gyuri was likely experiencing all at once. “I know what he meant to you. But I have to listen to my heart. The heart wants what it wants.”

Tears begin to stream down Gyuri’s face. Despite having heard something so devastating, she managed to keep a smile on her lips. She knew everything Saerom said was true, but it didn’t make it any less heartbreaking.

“Ah, why am I feeling this way?” Gyuri said, doing her best to wipe the tears out of her eyes. Regardless, they continued to flow freely down her cheeks. She was sorrowfully beautiful - a modern day tale of a woman who chose her career over her true love. And now to hear someone else, someone she was close to in particular, wanting to give love in a way she never could breaks her heart. It didn’t matter that they were in a public place. Years of built up longing and regret were finally released as Gyuri continued to cry.

All Saerom could do was continue to comfort Gyuri by rubbing her hand tenderly as she let it all out. Eventually, Gyuri manages to calm herself down once she realizes she’s all cried out. Her face is flushed, and her once bright, shining eyes are glistening with an overwhelming sadness. She initially wipes her eyes with the back of her hand before grabbing the napkin on the table to properly fix her appearance.

“You’re right. The heart does want what it wants.” Gyuri said after several minutes of relative silence.

“I hope you two are happy together.”

“They do seem pretty happy together...” Nakyung could be heard saying, bringing Gyuri out of her daydream. She glares at Nakyung slightly before turning away and putting on her heels.

“You know, ever since you dyed your hair and got those horrible excuses for extensions, you’ve changed a lot.” Gyuri said, staring out the window that overlooked the city.

“My boyfriend seems to like them, so they can’t be that bad.” Nakyung replied. “Can’t say the same about you, unnie.”

“Hey!” Gyuri whined. Nakyung got off the nightstand and linked arms with Gyuri, causing the older woman to scoff in fake annoyance before smiling as Nakyung batted her eyes and turned up the charm. She knew Gyuri was always soft for her.

It was a day like any other.

That is, since most days began looking down as you felt a sharp pleasure from between your legs as your girlfriend Lee Saerom’s head was currently bobbing up and down. A soft moan escapes your lips as your hand guides her rhythm. Saerom gives you a hauntingly sexy stare as her plump lips are parted by your cock. You felt her hollowed cheeks that are accompanied by her tongue running across the underside of your shaft.

Saerom’s pace was slow, wanting you to feel the pleasure gradually build up as the wetness of her mouth and the suction-like hold her lips have on your cock caused you to release steady moans of satisfaction.

She kept her eyes on you the entire time, smiling through them as she hears you enjoying the pleasure she is giving. Your girlfriend was extremely beautiful by every means possible, but there was something alluring whenever she had your cock in her mouth. Giving you one final bob of her head, she flicks her tongue back and forth on your base before withdrawing you from her mouth inch by inch. You let out a soft whine once she fully released your cock with a loud pop. She giggles before opening her mouth and flicking her tongue on your tip. She then strokes you before focusing her attention on your balls, lathering each one as she gently nibbles on them, causing you to shiver as they are particularly sensitive from her having squeezed them with a bit of pressure.

Saerom smiled sweetly as she continued, giving the tip of your cock a long, deep kiss before taking your cock back into the familiar warm and wet feeling of her mouth.

“Oh fuck, mommy…” you moaned out as Saerom resumed bobbing her head up and down. Despite having a mouth full of cock, she let out a giggle, causing her tongue to vibrate on the underside of your shaft. You felt her lips tighten around your cock as she played with your head. No matter how many times she has done it, it always seemed like she found a new way to cause pleasure to be felt throughout your body.

Saerom loved giving the sloppiest of blowjobs, and why would today be any different? Her eyes formed inverted crescents as she smiled at you while swishing around her built up saliva and thoroughly lubricated your cock. With your hand still guiding her rhythm, it was eventually joined by your other one as it ran through her voluminous, shiny black hair before resting on the back of her head.

Feeling the end was near, you began increasing the pace of her bobbing her head. Her eyes were filled with pleasure, wanting nothing more than to see you fully satisfied by her actions. Sounds of Saerom gargling on your cock and her saliva entered both of your ears as you relentlessly put more and more of your cock inside her promiscuous mouth. It couldn’t have been more than a dozen or so bobs of her head for you to finally reach your orgasm.

Unable to say anything besides moaning loudly, both of your hands grabbed onto the back of Saerom’s head and pushed her all the way down as your cock began to deposit hot, thick semen down her throat. Your body shakes from the aftershocks of pleasure as you curled your toes and continued pushing her head down. Saerom’s wet lips maintain their tight hold on you as she takes your balls into her hand and gently squeezes them, wanting to make sure she has drained you of every last drop.

You struggle to catch your breath as your knees have not fully recovered from the intense orgasm Saerom gave you. She regretfully removes her head from your cock inch by inch as some of your cum begins to leak out and drop onto the bed sheets below. She opens her mouth to show you the massive volume of semen you released for her. Giggling slightly, she plays with it, twirling it inside her mouth and tongue before tilting her head up and giving you a good view of your load slowly descending down her throat. Letting out a hum of satisfaction, Saerom cleans up the small amount of cock dribbling from your slit before smiling at you sweetly.

“You always cum so much for mommy, baby.”

One almost scalding shower and intense round of sex later, you make your way to the living room and see Saerom on the couch. There she sat, crossing her long legs for your viewing pleasure thanks to the extremely tiny boy shorts she wore. Her skin tight black tank top left little to the imagination as it showed off her wonderful midriff, the result of many hours at the gym which resulted in abs that you were a bit embarrassed to admit you enjoyed worshipping a bit too much. The outline of her breasts made you want to do nothing more than rip off the restrictive clothing from her body.

“... so yeah, he and I just finished moving into this place about a few days ago. You should totally come by when you have time.” Saerom said as she waved at you sweetly. She puckered her lips which soon met yours as you sat down next to her. “Nakyung” she mouthed to you when you asked who she was on the phone with. Despite the television being on, she paid little attention to it as she was currently engrossed in her conversation with Nakyung. She placed her legs on top of yours, something she has done plenty of times. While it wasn’t out of the ordinary, your hand began to rub them and admired how smooth and soft they were. It seemed Saerom had been using a new lotion, the fragrant aroma of lilac perfumed the air as you saw her wiggling her freshly pedicured toes. You teased her by squeezing her big toe, causing Saerom to playfully hit you.

Feeling a bit more bold, you sneakily wrapped your arm around her waist and pulled her onto your lap. Saerom yelped, having been caught off guard.

“Saerom unnie, are you okay?” Nakyung asked.

“Ah, ah. Yes, I’m just exercising at the moment.” Saerom yelled a bit loudly as you softly laughed while running your hands up her creamy thighs.

“Oh, what are you doing?”

“I’m… ah, about to do squats.” She moaned as one of your hands began to fondle her clothed breasts while simultaneously planting tender kisses on her neck. Her eyes grow half-lidded as lust quickly takes over her body. You helped Saerom out of her shorts and panties as she turns around and faces you. Her face is flushed as she cutely glares at you. Giving her a tender kiss on the lips, you smacked Saerom’s ass softly. She helps you remove your shirt, all the while still on the phone with an unsuspecting Nakyung.

You grabbed Saerom’s toned arms and pushed her face first onto the couch. Her long, beautiful hair was beginning to grow damp as she moved it all to one side for you to admire her neck.

You slapped her soft butt cheeks a few more times with your cock, teasing her. You slid yourself between them, causing her to have to restrict her moans before entering her. Your initial penetration caused you to moan as well, Saerom lost strength in her arms as her phone fell onto the couch. Giving her time to adjust to your cock, she fumbled around before placing the call on speaker.

“Fuck…” she moaned into the couch while covering her mouth.

“You’re so tight, mommy.” you said as you slowly thrusted in and out of her hole. Her velvety walls squeezed your cock painfully, arousing you even more. You thrusted into her slowly, yet deeply. Her asscheeks rippled from the force each time it collided with your lower body. Saerom bit down on her panties hard to prevent her moaning from being heard by Nakyung as you held onto her arms while you fucked her.

“Unnie, are you okay? You sound like you’re out of breath.” Nakyung’s voice could be heard through the phone. It was slightly alarming that the two of you quickly forgot Saerom was having a conversation. But that thought quickly faded as the two of you were being consumed by lust and passion.

“I-I’m fine!” Saerom panted heavily. “Harder, baby.” She whispered to you softly. You picked up the pace, causing her to bite even harder onto her panties as the sounds of your skin colliding with each other filled the spacious living room.

“Can I join you, unnie?” Nakyung curiously asked, causing your cock to throb inside Saerom. She turned her head back and rolled her eyes at you.

“N-Not… right now…” Saerom moaned, her voice trailing off as you held onto her hips and continued to thrust inside your girlfriend. Saerom was extremely wet, her juices coating your cock as you did your best to roughly fuck her quietly. Her moans fueled you to keep going. The two of you could feel every inch of your cock rubbing against her velvety tight walls. The sensation is becoming too much for Saerom to bear, her orgasm steadily building.

“Ahh, baby...” she moaned when she felt you pull out and re-enter her pussy. She wasn’t even given time to whine over the temporary loss of your cock as your tip finds a very sensitive spot.

“Awh, that’s too bad unnie. I wanted to wear the new sports bra and leggings I bought.”

“B-Baby! Slow down… Oh fuck!”

The feeling for Saerom is slightly painful, yet wonderful at the same time. Though she felt your cock throb once again by Nakyung’s statement, she doesn’t care. Each of your thrusts are filled with vigor, causing her to grit her teeth hard. Her toes curled from the pleasure, she knows your firm hold on her hips is the only thing supporting her at this point.Your pelvis meets hers, her soft flesh jiggling from the force. Despite wanting to spank her loudly as you know she loves it, you do so quietly so as to not let Nakyung hear. The effort seems moot, however, as Saerom’s moans and cries of pleasure are unexpectedly louder than usual. This position gives you full access to Saerom’s wonderful body, the result of a strict regimen and discipline. Saerom arches her back and her knees buckle as her body reacts to yours. She tries to find something to hold onto, anything that can act as an outlet from the consecutive bursts of pleasure. But each slam of your cock inside her means Saerom gets closer and closer to reaching her orgasm.

“N-Nakyung… can you… hold on a moment?”

You continue to thrust into her to the point of no return. Not caring that her phone was on speaker, all that mattered was the euphoric bliss of reaching her orgasm. Saerom screams as she finally climaxes. The pressure of her cum is so strong, it pushes your cock out of her pussy. Her body shakes as you watched her juices stained both of your thighs and the gray leather. Knowing you weren’t going to last much longer yourself, you entered Saerom’s still quivering pussy once more as your cock disappears between her ass cheeks with each thrust. A light layer of perspiration misted her beautiful backside as the pheromones being released caused an almost animalistic sense inside of you to awaken. Your left hand squeezes Saerom’s breast while your right tightly grips onto her wide hip. No longer caring that Nakyung could hear you both, Saerom releases a steady stream of loud moans and telling you to fuck her harder as the sounds of you penetrating her deafened the sounds of anything else.

“I’m… I’m gonna cum, mommy.”

“Fuck, fuck… fuck! Fuck mommy harder, baby! Keep fucking me hard just like that!”

With Saerom’s vulgar encouragement, you pushed your hips against hers until you felt your orgasm finally arrive. Thrusting into her deeply, your body shook - unloading into your girlfriend’s tight, warm pussy. Your cock throbbed inside her as you felt Saerom tighten around your shaft, milking you of rope after rope of semen into her wanton body. She flexed her beautiful back muscles for you as her moans of satisfaction could be heard. After giving you a bit of time to come down from your orgasmic high, Saerom slowly removed her body from your own.

You watched as thick gobs of your semen and her juices slowly dripped out of her freshly fucked pussy. You rubbed your tip against her hypersensitive clit, eliciting another mini orgasm and several violent aftershocks from her. Her lips quiver slightly from the amount of pleasure she was given. When the two of you are finished, you both catch your breath as Saerom turns around and pulls you down, causing you two to share tender, passionate kisses. Saerom breathes a sigh of relief, her eyes full of content and happiness from you.

“Unnie… when you and oppa are done sexercising, can you guys drop by the clinic?” Nakyung said while the two of you were still indulging in each other’s mouths.

“Sure thing, Naky.” you said without realizing, causing Saerom to smack you in the leg.

“Hi, oppa! I’ll be waiting for you guys. Seems like you fucked unnie good!” Nakyung teased as she ended the call.

Saerom’s big, beautiful eyes glared at you intensely as you leaned down and gave her another kiss. Despite her best efforts not to smile, she looked away as you peppered her face with quick pecks. Saerom then wraps her legs around you before flipping you over so that she is now on top. As you wrap an arm around her head and the other on her body, Saerom softly hits your chest.

“Want to go again?” you asked.

The location Nakyung sent to Saerom’s phone was easily obtainable by GPS. Surrounded by many high rise buildings, the clinic stood humbly sandwiched in between a residential complex and what you believed to be one of the biggest dance studios you have ever seen. Needless to say, you were a bit intimidated by the estimated value of the area. Saerom drags you by the hand - her carefree attitude a fierce juxtaposition to the woman who loves sex she becomes whenever you two were alone in private.

“Oh baby, this is where I go every week for dance class. Never realized there was a clinic next door.” Saerom said to you as the two of you stood between the two buildings.

“Is that so?” you said, raising an eyebrow. “So who do I have to thank there for giving my girlfriend such a nice body?”

Saerom giggled as you squeezed each cheek before giving her butt a firm smack. She hit your shoulder, a hint of shyness on her face at your sudden aggressiveness while in public. Her reserved nature was something you could never get used to, but it was nice to know your girlfriend had her soft moments. She chose to wear a skin tight, all black colored outfit. Her long sleeved top ended just before her abs and cute belly button you always teased Saerom about. Her black leggings left little to the imagination as you admired her long legs that showed off her well sculpted thighs and her round butt your hands were currently on. Completing the look were black clear heeled boots that almost blended in with her leggings.

“Why don’t you go inside first, baby? I want to ask the teacher what this week’s dance would be.” Saerom said. She tried breaking free from your embrace, but was unable to as you squeezed her butt harder and pushed her towards you. Saerom laughs, hitting your chest while you move your hands above her lower back and hold her tightly. The two of you stay in each other’s embrace for a few minutes before Saerom finally manages to escape. Heading towards the entrance to the dance studio, she is stopped when she feels you gently holding onto her wrist. You turned her around and placed both hands on her face before giving her a deep, long kiss. When Saerom opens her eyes, she blinks them several times repeatedly and has the biggest smile plastered on.

“I love you.” you said.

“I love you too, baby. I won’t be gone long.” Saerom replied before giving you one more peck and pressing the outdoor button to enter the studio.

Once Saerom was out of sight, you admired the clinic before you. It was a simple two story building. Despite still appearing in good condition, it was obviously on the older side compared to the modern architecture surrounding it.

“Okay Clinic…” you said, reading the sign aloud.

With uneasy steps, you entered the clinic alone. The receptionists’ desk and waiting room were barren - it was hard to believe there would be no patients in the middle of the day. Admiring the minimalist decor, you scan the area trying to find Nakyung. While doing so, you were unaware of the person sneaking up behind you.

“Guess who?” the person says while covering your eyes.

“You can’t just say guess who when I know it’s you instantly from your voice, Nakyung.” you said, turning around and extending your arms out for a hug. The two of you have been friends for many years - first meeting each other on a blind date and deciding it would be better to keep things platonic.

“You’re no fun, oppa.” Nakyung replied, pouting as you pinched her cheek. For as long as you have known her, Nakyung had short, bobbed hair. Despite the brief period she went pink, it was easy to spot her out in a crowd due to her blonde hair. You question how long it has been since Nakyung is now sporting longer, darker colored hair. Her eyes were big and bright like Saerom’s, which often made it easy to read her facial expressions.

“Sounds like you and unnie had a good workout.” She teased, nudging you slightly.

“I’m never going to hear the end of this, will I…” you said, sighing.

“Nope! Just like you let me hear the end of you and unnie’s session, I will tease you about it until the end of time.”

Covering your face with your hands, you were embarrassed about the whole situation. It wasn’t like you or Saerom to be adventurous at all. Nakyung patted your shoulder before telling you to come with her as she led you to a plain white room with two comfortable looking chairs and a bed with fresh, unwrinkled sheets. You tilted your head and looked at Nakyung confused before she winked at you and headed for the door.

“Just wait here until the doctor is ready to see you. I hope you like the surprise, oppa.”

There wasn’t much to look at - well, nothing to look at really. You didn’t want to be on your phone, knowing you would dive far too deep into random videos and get distracted. You noticed the bed itself would have blended right into the walls were it not for the wooden bed frame and nightstand right next to it. The room seemed a bit too perfect, nothing out of the ordinary. Wanting to clear your head and not overthink things, you approached the nearby windows and stared off into the distance at the view of the surrounding buildings and cars passing by below.

“I thought I closed this door…” a slightly deep, feminine voice behind you could be heard saying. It was one you knew all too well. Surely this was a mistake. How is it possible that she is the doctor Nakyung forewarned you about? With hesitant steps, you slowly turned yourself around as your eyes focused on a pair of black heels. Moving up slowly, you saw a pair of long, creamy legs that were slightly covered by a lab coat and beautiful chestnut brown hair with blonde highlights. The woman had her hand on the doorknob, almost about to close the door when she raised her head and her eyes met yours.

“Gyuri?”

“Oppa…?”

You still aren’t sure what’s going on. Meeting up with your ex-girlfriend certainly wasn’t on the list of things to do today. The only thing you could think of in that moment was to get out of the room. Seeing an ex again usually never ends well. While the thought of jumping out of the window occurred to you, being on the second story and the resulting hospital bills that would come out of it proved to be not worth the trouble at all.

“I uh… Just remembered I left the stove on at home. I should get going.”

You quickly walk to the door to exit the room but are stopped as you feel a pair of hands wrap themselves tightly around you from behind. Gyuri tilts her face to the side as she refuses to let you go. It was the same tactic she used whenever you two had an argument and she knew it was her fault. Your shirt began to get stained with Gyuri’s tears as she sobbed. Despite all that has passed and the terms in which your breakup happened, it always hurt you seeing her cry. You could feel her entire body reacting as you managed to loosen the grip she had on you. The moment you did so, Gyuri hugged you once more while crying into your chest.

“O-Oppa… don’t leave me. Please.”

“Gyuri, I don’t think…”

“Oh, Saerom unnie! You’re here!”

Hearing Nakyung and Saerom’s voices close by, you removed Gyuri’s hold on you once more and sat down on one of the sofa chairs. Gyuri’s eyes were slightly puffy, but she was able to quickly compose herself as the two women finally entered the room.

“Baby!” Saerom exclaimed as she ran towards you and jumped onto your lap, giving kisses all over your face before wrapping her arms around your neck. You smiled at her, but your eyes couldn’t help meeting Gyuri’s. They lost the brightness they usually had, sadness filling them up as she continued to see how happy your girlfriend was.

“Unnie, you’re here too. I was looking all over for you.” Nakyung said to Gyuri.

It seemed to fall on deaf ears though, as Gyuri continued to stare at you and Saerom. Despite her claims of having never been jealous, you used to always tease Gyuri whenever she gave you one word answers or pouted after you talked to another female. More often than not, there was always silent treatment until you cooked for her or tried to do a cute, yet embarrassing dance for her to lift her spirits.

“So… Why did you call us here, Gyuri?” Saerom asked. Gyuri’s eyes widened as she felt all the attention on her before shaking her head and assuming a formal expression.

“I called you both here today because I need your help, miss Saerom. I’m conducting an experiment and would like you two to be volunteers.”

“What experiment exactly?” you asked, as Saerom dismounted your lap and sat on the adjacent sofa chair. You weren’t sure, but you could have sworn you saw a slight smile on Gyuri’s face from said action. Clearing her throat, she continued.

“Miss Nakyung.” Gyuri said to her cute assistant. Getting the hint, Nakyung waved to the both of you before closing the door. The situation gets a bit more tense once Gyuri locks it. You and Saerom looked at each other - confused, yet beginning to get suspicious.

“Oppa. Do you remember that day we had a date in the library?” Gyuri asked you, a haunting smile on her face.

“Um…” The awkwardness of being in the same room as your current and ex-girlfriend was something you hoped would never happen. You were a bit hesitant to answer, especially with Saerom sitting next to you. “We had a lot of dates at the library.”

“Yes, but do you remember the one where I wasn’t wearing any panties and told you I wanted to study how to stimulate the human body… So I sucked your dick and you fucked me in that one area no one ever went to? God, I can still remember the feeling of your cum leaking out of me as we left.”

You turned to Saerom and saw she was gripping onto one of the sofa chair’s armrests quite tightly. Her large eyes could probably pierce pure steel with how focused they were on Gyuri. You moved your hand slightly as you wanted to place it on top of hers and reassure her, but second guessed yourself as Saerom finally spoke.

“Is there a reason why you brought up ancient history and have my boyfriend and I locked in an empty room with you?” Saerom asked coldly.

“I’m glad you asked.” Gyuri said, smirking. Taking her phone out of her lab pocket, she scrolled briefly before turning it landscape mode, pressing play and handing it to Saerom. You leaned towards your girlfriend as the two of you watched Gyuri naked on top of a man. The two of you winced slightly as the sounds of Gyuri slapping his face could be heard.

Saerom’s hands were on her thighs as she grabbed handfuls of the skin tight leggings covering them. It was strange seeing her so nervous - you were used to the radiant, confident girlfriend who seemed like she feared nothing. But as the two of you watched the man in the video being used by Gyuri, you could do nothing to help as Saerom’s facial features easily transitioned into fear and doubt.

“That was p-p-pretty hot… but why did we just watch you h-have s-sex with a guy?” Saerom stuttered. Gyuri smirked, knowing she had gotten into Saerom’s head.

“My experiment is what parts of the body or techniques are the most effective in getting as much cum out of a man as possible.”

Grabbing her phone from Saerom’s lap, she bends just enough for her face to be near your ear. She blows a puff of air near you, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to rise. “I imagined that it was you I was riding. How hard your cock always got inside my mouth. The way it throbbed in me whenever we had sex in public places. Just so you know, my pussy is even tighter now, baby.”

“A-And you want us to be your test subjects?” You asked after clearing your throat.

“That's correct. Unless… your girlfriend here is scared that that loose pussy of hers isn't able to get you to cum?” Gyuri suggested to Saerom, crossing her arms.

It seemed Saerom had had enough. Her hands firmly hold on Gyuri’s slim wrists as she throws her onto the sofa chair next to you. She heads for the bed, but not before making a show of it, running her hands through the curvature of her butt before they make their way to her abs. She flips her hair in a seductive manner, as she bites on her lower lip and flashes you fierce bedroom eyes.

“You.” Saerom said, summoning you by pointing her finger towards her as she removes her boots. “Sit on the edge of the bed and put your cock in my mouth. Now.”

You were never one to keep a woman waiting, especially now with you and Saerom having another pair of eyes as an audience. The ferocity in her eyes scared you, yet aroused you at the same time as Saerom got on her knees. Not even a second after you sit on the edge of the bed like she asked, Saerom makes quick work of yanking your pants down to your ankles, hurriedly removing them before you see they are tossed to a faraway corner of the room.

Saerom pulled on the hemline of your boxer briefs and freed your cock from its cotton confines. You moaned softly as she peppers your cock with kisses, starting from the base until she reaches the tip. Gripping your shaft with her hand, you watched your girlfriend’s wet tongue swirl around in a counterclockwise motion. From the initial contact, your head is sensitive. Her large, round eyes remained focused on yours as she prepared you for oral sex.

You have had the pleasure of being inside Saerom’s mouth many, many times. It was one of the first things she did once the two of you agreed to be mutually exclusive to one another. While many were filled with raw lust and a race to get you to reach your orgasm quickly, you enjoyed whenever Saerom wanted to spend the day in bed having lazy, sensual sex. There were some days she would just tease you by spending the morning edging you with her mouth. She was never opposed to risque or public sex: it just was something that was never brought up.

Saerom then tugs on your balls and brings them downwards, spitting a large amount of saliva onto your shaft. Normally, Saerom would take her time. Teasing you as a means of building up the intimacy and lust inside you both. But it seems Gyuri’s mocking tone and the fact that you had history with her has awakened something inside Saerom. Perhaps it was always there, never needing to be released. Until now.

You let out a fully content sigh as Saerom finally takes you inside her mouth.

It was as if a large amount of pressure had been released all at once. Her tongue attached itself onto the underside of your cock as she made wave patterns on your length. She made sure to swipe your leaking slit each time, knowing it was one of your favorite things she does. The pleasure causes you to close your eyes, with your hands finding the back of Saerom’s head on their own. You felt a sharp pain quickly course through your body as you open your eyes and see the teeth marks Saerom has left on your cock.

“Mommy is in charge, baby. Which means no touching me while I suck your dick.” It seemed Gyuri really angered Saerom, with your girlfriend wanting to prove she is much better at pleasing you. You nodded slowly as Saerom resumed bobbing her head between your legs. You certainly weren’t one to challenge her. Especially while her hot, wet mouth was providing a wonderful feeling.

All you could do was close your eyes and savor Saerom’s mouth on your cock. She bobs her head and takes an extra inch each time, as you feel more of your shaft covered with her saliva. The feeling of her tongue drawing random shapes and even letters on the head of your cock is blissful. Saerom massages your thighs in order to get you to loosen up as she pleasures you like she did earlier this morning.

Saerom’s eyes are filled with heavy desire as you look down once more and think about how beautiful your girlfriend was, and how lucky you were to call her yours. Her eyes formed crescents as she managed to form a smile at you. Bobbing her head a few more times, Saerom removes your shaft painfully slowly from her mouth, much to your disappointment. You watched as your cock was thoroughly covered in her saliva, several thin strands were connected from your tip to her red lips and chin.

“Mommy wants to ride you, baby.”

Saerom immediately pounces on top of you, pushing you onto the bed as the two of you exchange in fierce kisses. You wanted to be the dominant one, but that notion quickly fails as her tongue overpowers yours while she roughly bites on your lower lip.

She continues kissing you as the two of you managed to help strip each other. Buttons fly off your shirt as she almost rips it off your body. You wanted nothing more than to reciprocate the favor and rip a hole in her leggings, but Saerom muscular thighs keep you locked in place. You were helpless as your girlfriend has you under her spell. Once she removed the last few pieces of clothing, one of which being a very skimpy thong, your eyes were graced with her wanton body. She was the perfect mix of toned and curvy, not an imperfection in sight. Saerom plants her chest against yours, the feeling of her nipples beginning to harden as she gives you a final, pleasure-filled kiss.

You could have stared at her wonderful proportions all day long if possible. But the thought of being inside Saerom caused your cock to throb with excitement. Saerom giggled, giving you a few strokes before placing her hands on your chest and turning herself around. Long hours at the gym were now on display as you were met with her muscular back. Saerom’s round, full cheeks were enticing - you wanted to squeeze each one and give them firm smacks. But she was the one in control. You knew there was nothing worse than an already angry woman being even angrier.

“Oooh, baby…” Initially thinking the words came from Saerom’s lips, you looked nearby at the sofa chair and saw Gyuri’s legs spread open as her hand descended down her body. You almost forgot she was in the room with you both, Saerom’s control over you making it easy to only focus on her. Her skin was just as smooth and creamy as Saerom’s - a trait you were slightly worried you were able to easily recognize. Forming the letter v with her fingers, she places her lips in between them. A dangerously erotic moan escapes her rosy pink lips as you watched Gyuri touching herself. Her eyes were half open, as they began to ascend upwards towards the back of her head.

While Saerom would have normally teased you by hitting the tip of your cock on her lips, or rubbing them against you to get you lubricated, she wasted no time by raising her hips and lowering herself onto you.

“Fuck…” the two of you moaned out at the initial penetration. Your eyes immediately closed as Saerom let the pleasure of you being inside course through her. Her hips grinded against your body as she quickly finds a comfortable pace, the lubrication from her saliva and natural juices making it easy to be welcomed inside Saerom’s tight body. Her wide hips which you enjoyed so much moved in a circular motion, allowing you to feel all of her. It was safe to say both of you loved her body.

“Oh baby, fuck… you feel so good inside mommy.” Saerom moaned, throwing her head back as she moved her body up and down your cock. A thin layer of sweat began to form as the temperature of her body began to increase. Sounds of her pussy being sheathed by your shaft and her plump, round ass against your thighs filled the room as Saerom gave into her lust-filled moans, letting out erotically charged laughs as well.

“Fuck her harder, baby.”

You managed to move your eyes slightly as you saw your ex-girlfriend fingering herself. Her face is flushed - you aren’t sure if it’s more from her own self pleasure or the fact she was watching you fuck another woman. Whatever the case may be, Gyuri has stuck another finger inside herself while her other hand is busy rubbing her sensitive nub.

The temporary distraction is short lived, as Saerom continues bouncing herself repeatedly on top of you. A bit disappointed you weren’t able to fondle her breasts or slap them, her tight, hot, wet pussy makes all of your troubles go away. The only thing the two of you could focus on is the pleasure emanating from between both of your legs.

“Baby, do you love how tight mommy is?” Saerom asked, knowing full well what your answer would be.

Gyuri’s moans were a slightly lower register than Saerom’s, yet no less erotic. The background noise of her pleasuring herself while moaning out your name proved to be motivating, filling you with motivation to extract as much desire from both women in the room, albeit in different ways.

You were going to assist Saerom in whatever way you could in order to prove Gyuri wrong. Her plump ass slams down against your body as she uses all of her energy into getting the most amount of pleasure from you both.

“Fuck…!” Saerom screams as she continues bouncing on your cock. Her hands make their way to your chest as she braces herself. Your normally vanilla girlfriend had a new side awakened in her - a lust filled vixen who probably wouldn’t care if the room was currently filled full of people. All that mattered was the pleasure gradually building up inside her, letting it be known by the increasing volume of her heavy moans.

“Baby, fuck… I’m gonna cum. Mommy’s gonna cum so hard on your cock!”

Saerom lets out an ear shattering scream as the orgasm hits her all at once. Her body quivers as she feels the pleasure shoot upwards in her spine. Her toes curl while she holds onto your chest for support. Her juices liberally coat your cock as you feel the hot, tight, wet flesh grip onto your length. Her orgasm is so intense that it begins to coat both of your thighs.

Heavy breaths and a heaving chest are what Saerom does as she recovers from her intense orgasm. With your cock still inside her, she turns her body around so that you were both facing each other. Exhaustion painted on both of your faces, you smile at each other as you can feel her pussy having smaller pulsing aftershocks. As Saerom lowers her face and is about to capture your lips once more, she suddenly screams as you feel her being forcibly removed from your cock. The sensation is slightly painful as you regain your senses and see that Gyuri has tied your girlfriend’s wrists behind her back.

“What the fuck are you doing? I was just about to kiss him and keep going!” Saerom screamed in anger.

“I couldn’t just sit back and watch you fuck him. Now, it’s my turn to finish this experiment.” Gyuri replied, grabbing Saerom’s thong and stuffing it into her mouth. Taking off her lab coat, Gyuri straddles your lap and repeats Saerom’s initial action. She uses all of her strength and flips you both so that her back is now on the bed and having you on top of her.

“Fuck me, baby. Please. Fuck me like you used to. Fuck me like you fuck her now.”

Gyuri doesn’t give you much time to process what is currently happening as she grips your still erect cock and lines it up with her drenched lips. Almost as if it was drawn to you, her pussy requires little effort in order to part itself and allow you entry.

You might have been feeling nostalgic, but there was something about re-entering Gyuri’s pussy after years being away from it that felt familiar. Tight, wet, velvet-like - all words you could use to describe Gyuri, but just as easily Saerom.

She closes her eyes, the feeling of you being inside her overwhelming all of her senses at once. Wrapping her legs around your waist, she pulls you down towards her and kisses you. Moaning inside your mouth, you surrender yourself to the woman you once loved.

Her pussy was tight, almost not wanting to let go of you as you began to withdraw yourself until only your tip remained. Pushing your hips forward, you re-enter her once more. Gyuri is drenched from teasing herself earlier, likewise you are lubricated from being inside Saerom. Relief is evident on her face, her entire body loosening up and relaxing as she moans due to your cock.

“Baby… fuck. I missed having you inside me.”

You have had the pleasure of being inside Gyuri many, many times previously. Each time was just as wonderful as the last. The two of you continued kissing each other as you continued thrusting inside her.

“Baby… keep g-going.” she panted inside your mouth.

She interlocks her fingers with yours as Gyuri’s body bounces below you as you continued fucking her. It doesn’t take long until she orgasms, you feel her walls quivering slightly until they tighten around your cock and another set of juices coating you once more. It seems it is just as intense as Saerom’s, her thighs holding onto your waist for support as she pulls you closer to her. She gives you another kiss, this time much softer. It was almost as if she was thanking you for helping her achieve bliss.

“K-Keep fucking me, baby. D-Don’t stop until you cum in me.”

It seems her walls also refuse to let you go as you resumed fucking Gyuri. You held onto her delicious looking hips as the tightness of her pussy is almost overwhelming. It squeezes every inch of your shaft in a way that Saerom’s hadn’t.

“Oh my god… baby.” Gyuri cooed after a deep thrust inside her.

Every entrance and exit out of her wanton body caused her inner muscles to tighten around you. Even though you were the one mainly in control, you could have sworn you felt Gyuri’s body pushing back against you.

“A-Are you close, baby?” Gyuri asked, exhaustion in her voice.

You knew it was only a matter of time, your own orgasm was fast approaching. You quickened your pace, both of your bodies colliding with each other as skin smacked against skin in a satisfying way. The bed below you both creaking loudly as you felt the friction between the two of you from how fast you were both fucking each other. Gyuri’s repeated moans along with her telling you to fuck her harder and faster are all that it takes for you to reach your tipping point.

One final deep thrust inside Gyuri causes the two of you to moan loudly as your shaft throbs and her walls pulsate and tighten around you as you release thick, hot semen inside her. The orgasm causes you to give several slightly weaker thrusts as she drains you. Feeling a bit lightheaded and exhausted from having to fuck two women back to back, you wipe the sweat on your forehead with the back of your hand and look down to see Gyuri - fully content, her dark brown eyes almost amber-like in color from the satisfaction you have given her.

You catch your breath as she smiles through her eyes like she always did after the two of you were intimate, her soft hands gently cupping your face as you kiss each other once more.

Gyuri stands alone in the balcony, the slightly chilly night time breeze a cool relief on her still slightly flushed face.

She admires the lights of the nearby buildings and cars passing by below. As she tries to read a fluorescent sight of a business far away, she feels a blanket draped over her shoulders as you appear next to her, smiling and handing her a hot beverage cup with a sleeve.

“It’s your favorite. Hot chocolate with a bunch of marshmallows.” you said.

“You always did know how to take good care of a woman.”

Both of you sipped on the hot liquid, a satisfied hum coming from Gyuri as your bodies begin to warm up.

“Where’s… Saerom?” She asked, a bit hesitant. Through all of your years knowing her, Gyuri was never one to be timid or shy.

“She’s talking to Nakyung. Something about the both of them wanting to get massages or something. You know, girl talk. Guess Nakyung knows someone.” you said, shrugging your shoulders while taking another sip.

“Oppa, I…”

“It really was nice seeing you again, Gyuri.” Despite you interrupting her train of thought, she turned to you and listened intently. “After you broke up with me, I had so many questions. I couldn’t understand why. Was it my fault? Did I not give you enough love?”

“Oppa…”

“But reminiscing on the old days, us having sex again. I’m… thankful. We can’t go back to how things were. But the nostalgia - how your skin felt. The lotion you still use. How your kisses gave me butterflies each time. How you made me feel comfortable around you. It was… nice.”

Gyuri was smiling, and despite her face not being that visible in the dark, you were able to see tears streaming down her face.

“Am I… getting rejected by you?”

“You’ll find someone better than me.”

Gyuri grabs onto your shirt, tiptoeing and pulling you down towards her as she gives you a kiss. You stood there, stunned, as you felt her pour her emotion through the connection of your lips. Both of you opened your eyes when her lips left yours, a soft sadness in her eyes betraying her warm smile. She fixes the knot on your tie and returns to looking out at the city skyline.

“I’m glad you’re both happy together, baby. Hopefully she shows you as much love as you gave me.”

#kpop smut #kpop fanfic #fromis 9 #saerom #jang gyuri #male reader #reader insert

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lady-o-ren · 3 years ago

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Moonstruck

Chapter One (Here) // Chapter Two (Here)

Chapter Two

The wolf wasn't beneath the trees.

But his big feet make him easy to track, leading Claire and Caspian out of the wretched wood to a sea of wild hills that look like waves under the heavenly glow of the night sky. As they near two rolling mounds where the tracks drag against the earth, she sees a lonely crofter house nestled between them like a little boat, abandoned and shabby looking, but it's roof is still thatched and the stone walls still stand. Good enough really for a place to rest one's tired head.

Yet Claire wonders why a wolf would seek a place so out in the open.

Better yet why anyone would seek out a wolf.

"Because you're an absolute nutter, Beauchamp," says Claire to herself. " Or very possibly you're suffering a concussion."

Swinging a leg off Caspian, she tugs on his reins with a warning to stay put and gathers a deep fortifying breath before stepping into the shadow of the house where the door hangs open.

Inside, shafts of bright silvery light illuminate the room, seeping in through the only window. There are cobwebs and dead leaves strewn about the place, emptied of almost everything except for a wobbly looking table by the soot stained hearth and a stool that must've been made for a child tucked into the corner. . .

Opposite of the big red wolf, eyes bright as stars in the pale blue dark.

Claire's breath quickens and her pulse jumps at her throat but she manages to keep her voice steady. Somewhat.

"We still have that deal don't we? You restrain yourself from biting my head off and I don't shoot you between the eyes."

A miserable sound echoes from the wolf's maw and that's answer enough for Claire. The floorboards creak beneath her as she shuffles about the room, finding a bit of flint left behind from vagrants come and gone and makes a pleased and grateful sound when the sparse bits of wood in the hearth catch fire. She then kneels down in front of him, fist outstretched and shaking as she chants -

"Please don't bite me. Please don't bite me. . ."

It's only when Claire feels something hot and wet swipe against her knuckles does she realize her eyes have been shut and she recoils in surprise,flat on her arse with a shriek.

The wolf however snorts heartily.

“You're laughing at me aren't you?”

The corner of his long mouth quirks wryly as his bushy tail swings back and forth and Claire finds herself cracking a smile. The first of this very long and preposterous night.

"Well, a sense of humor must mean you have a heart after all. More so than Caspian anyways.”

And she hopes it means he isn't too badly injured.

Claire comes closer again and tentatively runs the back of her fingers against the wolf's broad crown, his dark copper fur soft against her skin, slanted eyes gone to slits. Encouraged now, she scratches behind his ears and the wolf makes a sound of pleasure from deep within his throat and drops his head onto her lap, sighing with heart filled contentment. She laughs softly with growing affection, her fingers finding their way underneath his great maw that makes his head upturn and tail to swish, swish.

"I don't care what you say you're a puppy and a sweet one too, aren't you?"

She then impulsively imparts a kiss atop his head and the wolf bumps his nose against her chin wanting another.

“Cheeky lad,” she murmurs warmly, but gives him another anyway.

However, she came here for a reason and that wasn't to cuddle a wolf.

Stroking her hand along his neck, that has him kicking out a long powerful hind leg, she says -

"I know I don't look it, but I know more than a thing or two about broken bones and gashes. Will you trust me to help you, even if it hurts?"

A beat passes before he licks at her wrist and she takes that as a show of trust and extricates herself from beneath the red wolf. Gently, she probes his back and ribs first and is amazed there's only a few marks from the bear, hardly deep at all. But then her hands pass over a crisscross of scars beneath his thick coat and her eyes meet his, searching.

“Someone's hunted you, haven't they?”

A frightful tremor crawls over him that grips at her heart and without thought she presses herself against him wishing she could ease whatever horror he was remembering.

“I hope you tore the bastard apart. Slowly. Bit by bit.”

His sides lightly shake and she knows it must be laughter.

Pushing her wayward curls behind her ear, Claire then touches him gingerly over his injured shoulder. The muscle is swollen and a part of her wonders if it's just a bad sprain. But she remembers that odd angle of his leg as he walked and how he nurses it close to himself now.

“If you were a man I'd set your shoulder and wrap it in a sling. I've done so before though it's no small feat. But I haven't so for an animal much less a bear-sized wolf . . .” She sighs. Upset with herself. Hand at her brow, the cut throbbing more so now. “There isn't much I can do without another pair of hands."

She looks helplessly at the wolf.

But there's no way for him to express to her that it's alright, he's suffered worse. And would gladly do so again and again if it meant keeping her from harm. This brown haired lass like no other woman he's ever seen before. Sae bonny and brave.

So he nuzzles her palm and mouths the soft skin like the puppy she says he is and feels his heart swell and the pain in his arm to cease when a smile softly graces her face lovelier than a moonbeam.

Aye, she was worth it.

Claire leaves him for a moment to settle Caspian for the night in the old byre behind the crofter house and comes back with blankets from the horse's saddleroll, a flask and a fold of her cloak full of bittie yarrow leaves she'd found growing between the stones.

The flask is filled with brandy (courtesy of her former betrothed) that she douses torn strips of her gown with to clean the wolf's wounds (murmuring sweet things as she does so knowing how sharply it stings) while the yarrow leaves are mashed between her teeth and applied carefully like a salve.

For his poor shoulder however, she says -

“I promise I'll figure out what to do in the morning. I owe it to you for saving me. Thank you by the way,” she softly adds, and scratches behind the wolf's ears as he likes until his eyes begin to droop and a long winded yawn escapes her mouth.

She's exhausted. Body bruised and aching from being tossed around like a ragdoll but she doesn't think she can sleep in a gown that's been slobbered and bloodied. So while the wolf is fast asleep, Claire undresses down to her chemise and stays and quickly wraps herself in one blanket while laying out the other for a makeshift bed, leaving her cloak to dry by the hearthfire.

Her ruined gown however she grasps in her hands.

No longer did it shine with promise.

No longer was she to be a bride.

At least not for him.

“The bloody two-faced fucking bastard,” Claire mutters angrily, tossing the damn garment across the floor to gather dust as a tear rolls down her chin. She then curls herself into a ball by the fire, shivering beneath the scratchy grey wool, and wrings her heart out of any lingering affection she's ever had for Frank Wolverton Randall by remembering the last moment she saw him.

That morning of their wedding behind the church. Swaying on his feet as he groped a woman she could've sworn was his cousin. And then keeled over, grasping his manhood right after she kneed him.

If only they hadn't been on sacred ground she would've kicked him too.

But just maybe he pissed himself.

Lost in that ever pleasing hopeful thought, Claire is startled to feel a deep huff of breath cloud down her neck like steam and looks up to see the red wolf looming above her.

"You absolute fool," she scolds, though it's spoken without bite as she sits up to cradle his face with both her hands. " You're only making things worse for that shoulder of yours."

The wolf doesn't care. He nuzzles her cheek where the brokenhearted tear had fallen, making a sad whimpering sound as he does so that endears him evermore to Claire's heart.

"No use arguing with a stubborn wolf is there?"

There isn't. He licks the side of her face making her softly giggle before plopping down beside her with a heavy thunk and Claire can do nothing more but sink down against him, his fur radiating a tender warmth that seeps into her tired bones.

Claire wakes with the morning light that floods the room and stings her eyes that immediately shutter close behind the back of her arm.

While embers have kept the room bearable, she knows the only reason she hasn't woken with a sniffle is because of the heavy, heated weight that engulfs her like a brushfire. Drowsily, she lets her hand wander to the furry head atop her chest that rises steadily with a deep inhale of smokey air and then strokes softly down until her palm oddly meets naked flesh. . .

Her eyes bolt open and through the sleepy blur she sees a stranger, big and naked draped across her, mumbling something hot-breathed and incoherent as he smothers his face between her breasts right before she screams.

#Outlander #outlander fic #outlander fanfiction #jamie x claire #moonstruck

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emptyacnt · 3 years ago

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Spared.

Rengoku Kyoujuro x Fem!OC (NSFW) Minors DNI

Yukari had been a simple baker before she became the wife of the Flame Pillar. She was alone in this life, and her only ambition was to keep up the trade that had been so beloved to her mother and father. Her tiny confectionary stand was extremely popular in her village for the desserts she baked every day, beloved by people young and old alike. Rengoku had been passing through her village one day, intending to stay the night before continuing on to headquarters. He became curious about the small crowd gathered around the stand, always in the mood for delicious food, he joined them. He was delighted to see that what they were so excited about seemed to be mochi shaped to look like various small animals. When it came to his turn in line, he intended to ask for twenty of them, but the moment he and Yukari met eyes he felt like his words had become a tangled lump in his throat. Her short black hair perfectly framed her round face, her cheeks chubby and pink like a cherub. Her brown eyes were so big and her lips so plump, she looked like a precious doll. Rengoku tried very hard to always be respectful of others, especially women, and tried his best not to think improper or degrading things when he saw attractive women. But the perpetual pout of her lips went straight to his cock. She smiled at him and his heart skipped a beat.

"Hello! What would you like?" she asked. Her voice was so soft..

"GREETINGS! I! WOULD! LIKE! FOOD!" he choked out. The eloquent sentence that had been in his mind completely fell apart by the time it reached his mouth. His cheeks flushed an embarrassingly dark shade of pink, and Yukari covered her mouth as she giggled quietly.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh at you! You're just.. Really cute!" she said. Rengoku felt like his knees were going to buckle. Her sincerity and openness made him feel like he could trust her, that he could tell her his insecurities, his anxieties, and be met without judgement. Though it was far too early to be thinking like this.

"If you haven't decided, would you like one of each?" she asked. He nodded and listened intently as she explained the different flavors of each little mochi animal. He furiously nodded in agreement at everything she said, eager just to hear her speak more.

He stayed in that town longer than necessary, stopping to get so many pastries from her every day that it made his stomach hurt, but it was well worth it just to see her smile.

The day finally came that he couldn't waste any more time in that town, he needed to return to headquarters. He lingered around her stand in the evening until he saw her beginning to pack up for the night.

"Y-YUKARI!" he said, louder than he meant to, making her jump.

"AH! I did not mean to startle you. I wanted to ask, could I walk you home, please? If it's okay." he asked shyly. Yukari smiled and nodded. The two of them walked side by side and Rengoku thought she looked even more beautiful in the dim light of the lanterns strung up on either side of the road. The way she might look at night, in bed, with him, just barely lit by an oil lamp or a candle.. He wanted to tell her she was beautiful, but the words felt like they wouldn't come out no matter how much he tried to force them.

"This is my home. Do you want some tea?" she asked as they approached a small, humble cottage. This place wouldn't be big enough for the two of them and all of their children, he thought.

"Oh, YES! I would very much like tea!" he replied.

Her home was comfortable, even if it was only big enough for one person. He slid his shoes off and sat down at her kotatsu, looking over at the small table by the door with pictures of her parents and grandparents, flowers and incense. It seemed she really was alone in this life, and that made Rengoku want to stay by her side all the more. She returned from the kitchen with a tea tray and sat down at the table with him, excitedly chatting about different pastry ideas she had as she poured cups for them both.

"This tea smells wonderful, what is it?" he asked. It smelled like sugary fruits, like apples and pears and mangos.

"It's something my mother used to make for me, it's her recipe. It always cheers me up whenever I'm feeling sad!" she said.

"Are you feeling sad tonight?" he asked.

"I guess so. I've really enjoyed seeing you every day, and I guess.. I know you aren't from this town, so you'll have to go home eventually right? I guess, I'll miss you." her smile was so sad Rengoku couldn't stand it.

"I WANT TO STAY WITH YOU! I do have to leave, I WILL WRITE TO YOU! I think you are VERY BEAUTIFUL AND I WOULD LIKE TO MARRY YOU." he blurted out.

That had been a year ago, and after what felt like an eternity of exchanging letters and brief visits between missions, Yukari was now his beloved wife. His father had not attended their wedding, but he hadn't seemed to even notice when Rengoku came home to collect Senjuro for it.

"I think that Yukari's a really nice lady." Senjuro had said.

"I think that mom would've liked her a lot."

The other Hashira were so happy for him, especially Mitsuri who couldn't seem to get enough details about their courtship. Kagaya was delighted as well, the happiness of his children was shared equally by him.

Throughout their courtship Rengoku, however much he wanted affection and intimacy, had done an amazing job of controlling himself. At most they had kissed and held hands, he didn't want to push himself onto her or rush her at all, and so he had to satisfy his urges towards her alone. It wasn't that he had never touched himself before, but it had never been so desperate. Many nights he found himself bent over on his knees in bed, clutching a pillow tightly with one hand and whispering her name into it as his other hand furiously pumped his cock.

When their wedding night finally came however, all of his fantasies dissipated, replaced with intense nervousness and apprehension. It was their first night alone in their new home together, and just the idea of seeing her naked made his entire face turn red. Yukari had just finished bathing, and now she wore a thin white yukata as she knelt in front of her mirror, combing out her hair which now reached her shoulders. He watched her with admiration, every little thing she did seemed to excite him or make him smile. Perhaps that was what it meant to be in love with someone.

"Kyou, are you ready to take a bath?" she asked, smiling at him.

"Y-YES!" he replied.

"I won't be long-" he broke off as Yukari stood and took his hand.

"Can I go with you? I'd like to help you." her voice was sultry, Rengoku couldn't stop himself from grabbing her cheeks roughly and kissing her. It felt surreal, that this soft, warm person was his wife now..

"Come along!" she said cheerfully as she broke the kiss and led him out to the bath. He nervously stripped for her and had to look away as she blatantly stared at his cock.

"Oh goodness! May I?" she asked. Rengoku wasn't sure what she was asking, but he could deny her nothing regardless.

"Yes! Of course!" his breath hitched as she took his cock in her slender fingers. He clenched his teeth as she wrapped her soft hand around it and began to slowly slide it up and down his girthy shaft, not breaking eye contact with him as she did.

"Yuka- You're making me- Very excited." he said, inhaling sharply through gritted teeth as precum already began to leak from the tip. Yukari brushed her finger across it and brought it to her lips, slowly licking it off of her fingertip.

He was so hard, just for her. But, he still needed to bathe. Fuck it, he couldn't relax like this. He scooped her up into his arms, tossing her over his shoulder.

"Ah- Kyou!" she shouted in surprise as he carried her inside.

"I absolutely cannot! Relax in this state! I WOULD LIKE TO SLEEP WITH YOU, IF YOU ARE READY TO DO SO!" he said as he gently laid her down on the futon. Yukari giggled as she opened her yukata, exposing herself for him. Rengoku breathed shallowly as he looked down at her, trying to memorize this perfect image. The exact curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts..

"Kyou~" she cooed, using a tone she had never used with him before. She reached out for him, brushing her fingers over his arm.

"Come here, please."

He crawled between her legs, leaning down to kiss her. Her lips were so plush, so soft.. He experimentally nibbled her bottom lip and she tangled her fingers into his fiery hair, pushing her tongue into his mouth. He continued trying to control himself, to not just flip her onto her hands and knees and ravage her, but sliding his tongue along hers was making self control and disciple extremely difficult. He reached between her legs, running two of his fingers between her lips and moaning into the kiss when he felt how wet she was already. He ran his fingers across her small entrance, to her clit, making her gasp. He nuzzled against her neck, kissing and licking it as he rubbed soft, gentle circles around her clit. She spread her legs wider for him, writhing as he moved lower to take one of her nipples into his mouth. He had intended just to gently suck on it, but the way her moans were becoming more and more desperate was making him less and less able to contain himself. He nibbled it roughly, smirking with satisfaction as she cried out his name.

"Kyou- I-" she broke off as she came and Rengoku leaned up to kiss her again, wanting to swallow each of her moans and whimpers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, wiggling impatiently against him. He chuckled into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her tightly and nuzzling his cheek against hers.

"Kyou! I want you inside me.." she said, giggling as his hair tickled her.

"RIGHT!" he said, positioning himself against her entrance.

Yukari took his face in his hands, staring deeply into his eyes as he slowly pushed himself inside of her. Rengoku's eyelids fluttered as her warm cunt enveloped him.

"Yukari- You're so tight.." he moaned, clinging to her as he completely filled her. He stayed still a long time, enjoying the feeling of her cunt fluttering around his cock.

"Please Kyou, please move, I want you to fuck me really hard." Yukari said Rengoku could hardly believe this was real, hearing her beg for him like that..

He bent her legs, tilting her hips upwards and causing him to slide even deeper into her, as deep as physically possible. They both cried out in unison as he pressed his forehead to hers. He began to move at a relentless pace, slamming in and out of her as fast as he could. Yukari was so noisy, her eyes rolled back as she clung to him, digging her nails into his back. She was started to drool, her plump lips being open so long as she let out a string of mewls and whimpers. Rengoku licked the corner of her mouth, sighing contentedly.

"Yukari, my love." he said between groans.

"You feel so good. I'm gonna finish soon.."

Despite how deep his voice usually was, the moan he let out as he came was a desperate, needy whine.

He wasn't ready to let go of her yet. He was tired, but there was nothing he wanted more than to stay buried inside of her. He rolled over, taking her with him so she was laying on his broad chest, and together they fell asleep, still connected.

It was two months later that Yukari found out she was pregnant. Rengoku told Kagaya first.

"This is wonderful news. Congratulations to you both." he said, smiling sincerely.

"You have a duty to your wife and child. Never forget this. Before your duty to humanity. Before you are a demon slayer, you are a husband and a father."

A husband and a father. This reality didn't truly sink in until Yukari was very near to giving birth. He came home one day to find that she had fallen asleep reading. The book lay open at her feet, her belly swollen beneath her kimono, her breasts heavy. He curled up beside her, sliding his hand into her kimono to rest it against her bare stomach where their child gently kicked. He smiled, nuzzling against her.

"Kyou! I'm so glad you're home." Yukari said as she awoke. He helped her stand up and she rested her hand on her stomach.

"The little one sure was restless today, perhaps they miss you." she mused. Rengoku's heart swelled with pride. He was really going to be a father, and he would be the best he could be. Like his father had been when he was young, when his mother was still alive.

A particular mission had come to the attention of the demon hunters, one that would require a Hashira's presence. Rengoku intended to go, but Yukari was days away from giving birth. He wondered which duty he should attend. He had to protect humans, but the idea of his child entering this world without him being there broke his heart. Kagaya understood well the importance of a father's relationship with his children, and so sent Uzui Tengen to see to the train mission in his stead. Rengoku was relieved. He fully believed in Tengen's strength and knew that no matter what the demons were up to on that train, he would be able to handle it.

The following day, Yukari gave birth to a little girl. She already had a tuft of blonde/red hair on her little head, but she had Yukari's wide, brown eyes. Rengoku cried as he held them both, his beloved wife and his first child, he felt like his entire world was right there, between his strong arms.

It was three days later, while Yukari and little Ruka slept curled up together, Rengoku received the crow baring the news of Uzui's death.

He sobbed as quietly as he could, the last thing he wanted to do was wake his wife and child and distress them. His guilt was overwhelming, it should have been him who died, it should have been his mission. His body shook with rage and sorrow, until Ruka began to awake. She cooed and whined, wiggling a bit. Rengoku walked over to them, kneeling down and scooping her into his arms. She took his hair in her little fist, tugging on it and trying to put it in her mouth. He smiled down at her, though tears still ran down his cheeks. If he had gone on that mission, he would have never met his own child. Yukari would be here alone, receiving the news of his death, and Ruka would grow up fatherless. He squeezed her tightly, sobbing into the blanket she was swaddled in. When he finally calmed down, he climbed into bed with Yukari, laying Ruka down beside her and nuzzling into his wife's hair as she slept. He laid like that, an arm draped over his wife to rest his hand on Ruka's tummy, sobbing until he fell asleep.

Thirteen months later, Rengoku sat with Ruka in the kitchen, helping her eat rice. She had been babbling so much lately, he and Yukari knew her first word would be coming soon.

"Oo..aauu..." she began and Rengoku excitedly leapt from his chair.

"YES? ARE YOU SPEAKING?" he shouted.

"UU..Oo.." Ruka struggled, determination evident on her tiny face.

"OTOU-SAN?" Rengoku said, full of hope that she was finally going to be able to call him her father.

"Uu.. UMAI!" she shouted triumphantly.

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #demon slayer oneshot #demon slayer fanfic #rengoku #rengoku kyoujurou #rengoku x reader #demon slayer x reader #luca writes

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ooc-but-stylish · 3 years ago

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freezedive:

I think I said it in one of your other beautiful posts, but I thought I’d mention it again. All of the ridiculous cutscenes did give us a golden nugget of information on Luna that most of us who are brutally critical of her (like you and me), suspected all along: Luna openly admits to Gentiana that she doesn’t think she has anything to offer Noctis outside of being an oracle. And Gentiana makes it worse by speaking in fancy words by saying some bullshit about her being the oracle is her being human or something and that she is fulfilling her true calling and that is what Noctis needs? Idk but it reeked of emotional manipulation.

I hold little to no regard for Ravus because there’s evidence Luna was being brutally beaten right under his own nose while he was busy being the Emperor’s lapdog thinking it could maybe give him the power to save his sister? The man should have opened his eyes and defended her against the men that kept them jailed

I happened on this reply to roxainn’s post while trying to recapitulate all my other FFXV critical posts and reblogs on the way to making new ones.

Crawling back to find anything about this point, I find that it was posted 3 years ago. But at least I reblogged the reply to it.... and missed that it was literally @ ME. Goddamn did I slack.

But here’s my reply, 3 years late, which should elaborate on where I stand on this.

Yes, the flashback that gets triggered by a random creepy little girl in Tenebrae is about Luna and Gentiana. Somehow the little girl knew about that conversation even though she wasn’t there to witness it first-hand? Or maybe Noctis was imagining what the conversation would be like between Gentiana and Luna off of the vague suggestion from the girl, and it’s just him telling on himself that his imagination of Luna says all that? Otherwise the not-altogether-tinfoil-hat theory says it’s Gentiana in the form of a little girl, telling Noctis something that IMO should piss him off but just makes him sad and guilty because Luna loved him so much, don’t you see. She loved him so much that after wrapping her entire life around him, she’d just want to keep that going for the rest of their lives!

Gentiana opens the conversation with, “At first, the father had mourned the fate of his chosen son. Yet in Tenebrae, the two found solace. It was not the Oracle who assuaged their fears. But the girl…she holds…the true power.”

Then Luna replies, “I have little to offer a king, other than the voice afforded the Oracle. Nevertheless…” She turns to look at the wedding dress. “And—I’m afraid he might find this foolish… But…to be together with Noctis again, even if only for a short while… It…would mean the world to me. I do not seek to guide him, merely to stand beside him.”

The exchange is all types of fucky.

First off, she was twelve. What comfort could she have offered Regis and Noctis? What comfort was she capable of when Sylva was right there, an adult with experience of an Oracle and a personality thanks to a presumable full life not hampered by grooming of the gods?

Second, every other scene of Luna as a child is of her telling Noctis his duty, and that it was her duty to see it through. Did that assuage his fears-- the fears he didn’t have at the time since he never knew the entire meaning of his fate and was being told a saccharine, embellished version of it by Luna right there? Did that comfort Regis, knowing a little girl would also die to protect his son if the gods wanted it, but that she wouldn’t have the will to avert their fates whatsoever?

Third, even she thinks Noctis would think her desire to be with him is foolish. So... was she expecting that Noctis himself didn’t have feelings for her or want to spend time with her of his own volition for reasons outside of her job? She was looking forward to a marriage with no emotional security, where her desires are one-sided and unreciprocated, and the man she cares for think she’s worthless outside of her powers? She would’ve been willing to put herself through that, given a choice?

We know what we know and think what we think, but the fact that this was placed right in the vanilla game and no one thought that was wrong, and instead they doubled down on it in patches, is pathetic on their part.

Moreover, what does The Girl have, that was separate from The Princess and The Oracle? Every facet of her being wrapped around Noctis since age 4. She was nothing but her duty by the time Noctis met her; they had no scenes where they acted as children would. Even supplemental/promotional art for other XV media and related locales cement that. Little Luna serves Little Noctis pastries, she’s not seen eating with him. Luna teaches Noctis how to play piano, she’s not playing with him. Dawn of the Future came out with its own art, and Noctis is afforded the liberty to sit in a chair, and his son(?) sits on his lap, while Luna and her spitting image child(?) are both on their knees, looking up at the dudes.

In most of their art together, Luna and Noctis are either not meeting each other's gazes, she's bending or kneeling to him, or he's supposed to be holding her close but he hover-hands her, or there’s that one time where they took a selfie and the picture was of their Pocket Edition versions. They’re still not looking at each other in that one. And it’s not canon.

Anyway yeah, any conversation Gentiana has with Luna about Noctis is emotional manipulation on Gentiana’s part, but the writers manage just enough to make everyone involved seem creepy and reprehensible in their own way.

In DOTF, Luna has a death soliloquy that confirms she sunk into the water at the end of the game’s Chapter 9, but the soliloquy is about how she was prepared to die even at the age of 12, and she put on a smile and resolved to be strong for Noctis’s sake, so that he wouldn’t remember her having a look of despair. There’s a line there about how she would cry herself to sleep but Gentiana would wipe her tears. Gentiana does nothing else except allow her to cry and wipe her tears afterward, and makes no effort to save her from her fate or at least take her out of terrible situations so that she would cry fewer tears. But there is cut dialogue from the game, and used in the novel, where Gentiana revealed herself as Shiva when Luna was <16 (probably still 12 at the time), when she thought she was being held back from forming the covenants, so there’s that. And Luna still somehow ignored that this meant Shiva allowed Sylva to die, and thanked this useless goddess for her nonexistent generosity.

For whatever reason they had to add a passage where Luna superimposes the image of an eight-year-old Noctis onto the adult version-- quote, "the image of him as a child, burned into my eyelids, overlaps with his now-grown face"-- even though Noctis has canonically sent her photos of him as a teenager (15-16, around the time he met Prompto in high school, see: Brotherhood). Granted, that's a translation from Luna's voice actress reading an excerpt as if it were first person POV. The English version says she sees the child image first, then the adult version is superimposed. Then not much after that there's a passage where Noctis smiles as his child self and it was "that smile she loved that had been in her heart all these years, giving her strength, always and forever".

So she was groomed and turned into a shell since age 4, believes she has no value outside of her job and turned her grooming on a similarly vulnerable child, and her strongest image of him, the one she fell in love with and kept in her heart, is of the helpless boy that promised her the world without knowing the cost. The smile of the carefree boy that didn't know his journey would end with his soul annihilated. It couldn’t have been that hard to have her see an image of him as the 30 year old True King of Light that he would become. At least she'd sound a little less like a weirdo who continually places herself (and is placed by the narrative) as below him, unworthy of him, etc. but also has strong feelings and memories toward a goddamn child.

Re: Ravus: you already got a reply to that, but for real? Ravus was also shafted by the plot and beaten down by terrible, amateur writing. The narrative shits on him as if it’s written by a high schooler or otherwise emotionally arrested adult trying to push a Mary Sue Protagonist. The modus operandi for those stories is that everyone who disagrees with the protagonist in any way has to suffer tremendous humiliation including but not limited to death, because the Protagonist Is Just So Good And Perfect And Always Right.

Nothing Ravus does justifies his treatment in-game or in-fandom like he’s a one-note out-and-out villain who wanted nothing but to kill Noctis and disrespect his sister, to the point where his corpse is defiled multiple times in Chapter 13 and he’s twisted into a perversion of himself that begs to die.

Chapter 13 has Noctis land next to Ravus’s corpse and all his letters to Luna, and Noctis has piss all to say about it, either out loud or to anyone. He looks at the Sword of the Father, glances at Ravus, and without a word takes the Royal Arm and lets the Magitek arm-- still dripping, still gross-- fall onto Ravus’s body and doesn’t even move it.

He had no way of knowing beforehand that Ignis and Gladio knew of Ravus being killed. WE didn't even know they saw security footage until Ch13V2 was added in. Noctis happening on his late fiancée's dead bro sounds, I don’t fucking know, like something you’d want to tell everyone else about later. Along with the letters he wrote evidencing that he intended to return the Sword of the Father to Noctis!

An aside: The Letters from Ravus are just weird to behold; it isn't 100% clear whether Luna ever received all of those letters. She had to have received the first one, at least. But the idea that Ardyn intercepted even one other letter so that Luna never heard from her brother between Tenebrae and Altissia is farfetched. He shouldn’t be able to intercept those messages as if they were delivered conventionally. Luna has a pair of magic space-bending Shiba Inu that send letters instantly across continents. If she’s sparing their use to send Noctis one-liners and stickers but can’t afford that for Ravus to send her discrete updates on Noctis’s status, she’s a piece of shit.

They do meet in Tenebrae as Ravus wanted her to, and they have the conversation where he gets on her case about her “throwing [her] life away” for Noctis. So chances are higher that Ardyn only got a hold of all three letters after Luna received them and no sooner, but then he shouldn’t be tossing letters from Ravus at the dude’s body when it makes more sense for him to toss down letters to Ravus, since the writers wanted to make a point of Ardyn having a vicious streak. It makes way more sense for Ardyn to deprive Ravus of Luna’s writing, then insult him with them post-mortem, unless Ravus’s notes were really all he could acquire, meaning Luna never once wrote back to her brother.

The Doylist explanation is that the writing team sucks and couldn't be assed to think of anything for Luna to say because they didn't think of her at all. The Watsonian explanation is that Luna’s a piece of shit and that tracks with her in Kingsglaive watching her brother burn alive in response to the Ring, but ignoring him and running to Regis’s aid instead, but then the rest of the plot presents her as morally pure through her white clothing and “unconditional, self-abnegating love” for Noctis.

Back to the topic: I don’t know, maybe I’m being old fashioned, but Noctis should’ve given more of a shit that his dropping the Magitek Arm on Ravus’s body was probably what turned him into a mutated abomination begging to die, and he thought so little of Ravus that the dude isn’t even in the glimpse of "people who helped me get this far" in the Beyond. Ravus doesn’t even get a spot to wish Noctis and Luna well on their afterlife wedding, not that it makes any sense for any of them to have words to say since Noctis is already dead, no one was there with them, and none of the bros expressed any sign that they knew that Noctis was bound to get married after his sacrifice (he sure doesn’t mention it in the final campfire scene and that’d be a better place than any). But anyway, Regis is in the Beyond at Noctis’s side even though he never told Noctis a damn thing and still never spoke to him from within the Ring, but Ravus? Nah, he’s the real asshole somehow and doesn’t deserve any recognition whatsoever.

The only other characters I know of that have a remotely similar dynamic to Noctis, Luna, and Ravus (lovers, but the girl has a straight-edge protective brother working for the bad guys) is Nero, Kyrie, and Credo (see: Devil May Cry), but as much as I think the writing in that series is hokey as fuck, at least the writer(s) for DMCs 4 and 5 had enough sense to make the love story simple and based it from a line from Amagasaki City-- “I love you, so I love the city that you love.”-- and opted against portraying Credo as an outright villain because if Nero killed him, Kyrie would resent him for it even though she knew Credo was working for the same Order that threatened her life.

Shouldn’t Noctis care about the shit Luna cares about even if he has no personal investment in it or it’s inconvenient to him? Shouldn’t he care about Tenebrae and its prosperity? or about Ravus? Nah, it’s okay, Noctis doesn’t have to respect Luna’s love for her brother or her kingdom because for all intents and purposes, she doesn’t care for Ravus or for Tenebrae as much as she loves Noctis. Her love for Noctis and her looking forward to the wedding is what matters here.

The yaaaas queen vicious clapback from Kingsglaive!Luna about how Ravus is the Empire’s dog is especially rich coming from her when she’s fellating the gods all through the game even though Eos’s equivalent of The Holy Bible says the Hexatheon’s Revelations destroy cities and that undoubtedly means people are killed by the gods, and their summoner is complicit, because there’s no such thing as a perfect evacuation. See: "Revelations left great devastation in their wake, with entire cities being laid to ruin," noted in the Cosmogony long before the True King even exists.

Luna herself didn’t see a problem with this and helped in the effort, with no regard to the collateral damage she would cause with the summoning: bonus points for the part where Leviathan is hostile to humanity and threatens to eat every living being if Noctis fails! She had even less regard to the damage Niflheim would cause in their attempt to kill the gods even though she was first-hand witness to them sacking Insomnia. Waking and defeating Titan deprived Lestallum of the meteor they derived power from. Waking Leviathan destroyed Altissia. Luna’s refusal to leave Insomnia when told to by Regis led to her being used as bait and taking the whole of the Kingsglaive out of Insomnia in time for their Face Heel Turn and Insomnia being destroyed. Everything else leads to the eventual World of Ruin where people also die.

All because she killed herself prematurely from the covenants and didn’t hold back the longer nights as she promised to the public’s face and on her honor as Oracle she would do. Her dying words in Chapter 9 were her being completely satisfied with her fate because “[her] prayers were answered, [her] calling fulfilled��, even though the calling requires that she dies and she should’ve known better than anyone that her death, even if it was for Noctis’s ascension, would endanger the rest of the world for 10 years and helped the Starscourge spread. But instead of fighting for her own life to stem the plague for as long as possible, she let herself die under the belief that "Noct can handle this" to give him the chance to be the revered King of Light. She also didn’t make a single appearance on the world of the living in her spirit form during those ten years until Noctis needed help with a piddly imitation of the Magic Wall, only then does she come down in her ghost form with seemingly all of her power intact, and summons five of The Six as if Noctis can’t easily do it himself.

But Ravus is the lapdog? Luna’s the one with her “ends justify the means” behavior and what looks like general neglect for actual human beings.

Anyway, Ravus stabs Caligo in the back and kills him, and that move only makes sense in light of the idea that Caligo was manhandling Luna as seen in the Dawn trailer. Ravus was 16 when Tenebrae was overrun, and there’s no reason to believe he was magically immune to institutional abuse, so there’s a high chance that he was abused by the Empire too, held resentment of that, and waited for the time he’d be able to retaliate with no repercussions. Gentiana as a goddess is 1000000% more on the hook about letting Luna be beaten than Ravus is, since he saw his mother die in front of him while Regis ran away. Regis had the power of the Ring and could have used elemancy to put out that fire, or void magic to banish Glauca and his MT army, didn’t do that, but he totally spares enough magic during the treaty signing to toss around Thunder spells straight from his hand, cast barriers, and summon some Royal Arms straight at Iedolas, and that’s bad enough. Gentiana who’s been the Fleuret family attendant since Luna was born and also is Shiva who can freeze people with her fingertip had even less excuse to let that fire rage, to let Sylva die protecting her son, and to stand by and allow her ward(s) to get thrown around by some random Imperial soldier.

#freezedive #ffxv critical #ffxv criticism #lunafreya critical #gentiana critical #regis critical #lunafreya nox fleuret #ravus nox fleuret #regis lucis caelum #ravus deserved better #long read

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astrodances · 3 years ago

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Can I request Penumbra just away from the city reflecting on the situation she found herself in only to see a ship crashing on the moon's surface and rushing off thinking it's Della, but only to find Donald. Then, resolving to keep him safe from Lunaris, while filling him in on the invasion plan.

Hey dear anon! Don't know if you're still around, but I finally wrote something for this prompt from like two years ago! And I hope you don't mind, but I deviated slightly from the prompt to make it canon-compliant (a.k.a. Penny doesn't get to Donald first). Thank you for the prompt though, and I hope you enjoy! :)

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Sea of Treachery

It doesn't take Penumbra long to find her spear after she confronts Lunaris about his true intentions. She knows the lay of the land, especially the perimeter around Tranquility, better than anyone, and her spear juts out easily from the surrounding rocks when she finally spots it, the metal glistening in brilliant sunshine.

She should be proud that she landed the throw all the way from her garage. Instead, she's just relieved to see Della's repairs on the shaft still holding strong.

Maybe, just maybe, she wasn't so helpless after all.

Yet instead of going back to Tranquility, Penumbra finds herself meandering the outskirts of her city, until she reaches the drawing of Della she made before on a rock. The crack she made with her spear is still there, of course, its path piercing Della's chalky hair and arm. Penumbra traces the fracture with her hand, letting it linger here and there.

Where there was anger before she now only feels remorse. She fell for Lunaris' trap. She flipped the switch and sent Della home early. She put her own people's lives, and most certainly those of the Earthers, of Della's people, in the hands of a very dangerous man who now has the key for his plans with the manual.

With a startling swiftness and a ferocious cry, Penumbra twists about and tosses her spear directly into the rock behind her. The resulting splintering sound is satisfying, but not as much as the image of her general's face that her mind projects onto the rock beneath her spear. She knows it won't help her current dilemma, but she can't deny that it takes some of the sting out of the betrayal.

The next two Earth rotations turn out to be one of the most exhilarating times of Penumbra's life, if her heart rate's anything to go by, but she would gladly take on all of the Moon's beasts herself instead of this feeling.

Lunaris has been quick to rally the Moonlanders into beginning the construction of his fleet of ships, and they've bought into it, leaving Penumbra no choice but to look like she's supporting the effort, too, like a good, loyal second-in-command. But even with the facade, she's certain that Lunaris can practically hear her thoughts, her doubts, especially since their little talk after Della's departure, and at any moment, he'll catch her for it.

The only respite she can find is in going back out to Della's rock whenever she can. "For target practice," she tells the others, yet she doesn't tell them exactly where. Better to let them think she's choosing random targets to keep her wits sharp, for the glory of the Moon, and all that.

At the very least, Lunaris seems to buy it, or he's too busy with his new regime to really care what she does with her free time. Whatever the case, she'll take it.

Very little concentration goes into her practice while she's out at the rocks.

Penumbra's been an expert in spear combat since her youth, so most of her tosses turn into a show of strength, both of her own and of her spear's repaired state. (At this point, she refuses to properly fix it, and thus lose Della's handiwork.) But more importantly, it keeps her hands busy so she can think, which is probably why she doesn't notice how Della's rock has turned from target to spectator, and how most of her throws tend to be in the direction of Tranquility.

In the solitude of the rocks, one clear truth comes to light.

She has to stop the invasion. She has to stop Lunaris.

She doesn't know how exactly, and with Lunaris having the upper hand in pretty much every regard, her work is certainly cut out for her. But she has to try, or at least warn Della, if she can.

Della.

Just three rotations ago, Penumbra would've been ready to wage war on the Earther herself, fueled by lies and a sense of her planet's superiority, all in the name of protecting her people.

But now...

Now she's just hoping that she can save both their worlds. That Della won't ever even have to know that everything she worked so hard to return to was almost lost again because of an error in judgment.

She hopes that at best, she can stop the invasion and use the new ships as Della still thinks they'll be used–for the Moonlanders to come visit Earth. For the chance for two old roommates to get together again.

But at least, she'll be able to destroy the ships and the plans, even if it means never seeing her friend again.

Now...

Now she's...seeing the Spear of Selene?

Penumbra rubs her eyes with one hand, the other grasping her spear as she stops in her tracks on her way back to her throwing area. Another glance up into the void of space and there's no doubting that flash of red tumbling down to the surface of the Moon. It makes impact a few seconds later, a cloud of lunar dust rising in its wake that can't be a good sign for whoever's on board.

She can't see the crash site from where she's at, but it's out towards what her people call the "islands" of the wastes, from what she can tell.

She's running towards it before she can stop herself, sparing a glance at her drawing of Della on the way. "Oh, Della, that better not be you," she tells the rock.

It can't be her, because if it was, Lunaris would take her prisoner, and use her to propel his cause further, to prove that she is an Earth spy with plans to invade the Moon.

But it must be her, because Penumbra could see the patches of gold used to repair the ship during its descent, and there's no way that another Earther could've already made it here in the Spear, for whatever reason. (She refuses to believe that this is beginning of the second wave of an invasion. There's no way Lunaris was telling the truth, not after what she'd seen and heard from him personally.)

Confusion and concern war with each other in Penumbra's mind as the ship finally starts coming into view. There's smoke and lingering dust and scorched gold.

This doesn't make sense.

Unless there was an actual malfunction (which Penumbra will never forgive herself for even falsely mentioning if it turns out to be the case), Della should be home with her family, meeting her three boys that she did all of this for, that she gushed about as her main reason for loving Earth. She wouldn't want to come back here, not like this and not so soon, unless...

Penumbra pushes forward ever faster, her spear at her side and conviction in her heart.

She has to reach Della first, before Lunaris or any other Moonlander finds her. Let them find the wreckage later and think what they will.

She has to keep Della safe, no matter her intentions, and together, they'll stop Lunaris.

At last, the entirety of the Spear of Selene and its crash site of a crater come into view, but what she sees next causes her to duck behind a nearby rock on the crater's rim.

She's too late. Lunaris and his guards have arrived, and they have indeed taken a prisoner.

But it's not Della, thank her lucky star.

Penumbra peeks out from her hiding spot, low to the ground, and tries to identify the newcomer. He has a white hat and black clothing, a far leap from the Earth garb she's seen so far, but his face seems familiar. When he finally speaks, and one of Della's descriptions of her family comes to mind, it hits her.

"Donald?"

#DuckTales #Penumbra #Della Duck #Donald Duck #Lunaris #a hint of #dellumbra #my fanfics

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Stars Align: Chapter 11

“No,” Sam refused, “not yet,” he breathed out over her wet, tingling, and throbbing area, and dug his fingers deeper into her arse and pulled her back down to him.

With a slight gasp, and a confused expression, Cait’s head snapped back against the bed, yet again. She was hit by another wave of climax within seconds, as Sam shoved his tongue right into her and swirled it around inside of her. It tickled every nerve ending around her opening and around her lower walls. This orgasm was different, she was not aware that she would be able to achieve climax in this area without her g-spot being stimulated. It was a most pleasant surprise, with its own intensity, and it wasn’t nearly as sensitive to the touch as her clitoris was after an orgasm. Sam had awakened pleasures in her that no man had.

Cait arched her back as she came down from the high that was her second wave of pleasure, and without warning, Sam wrapped his lips around her clitoris and sucked very gently. She jolted as though electricity shot through her, squeezed her eyes shut and choked out another high-pitched sound of pure ecstasy. Sam finally came up for air and gave her a very proud smile. Cait exhaled and smiled down at him, legs trembling around his head. He turned his head, briefly shut his eyes and placed a soft kiss on one of her inner thighs.

“I…I’m getting a little sensitive now, but that was pretty incredible. Thank you. You didn’t have to give me multiple orgasms though. I would’ve been happy with just the one,” Cait gave him a cheeky smile, and leant up on her forearms.

“I was enjoying myself. I didn’t want to stop,” he confessed, his intense blue eyes not letting go of hers.

Just those words sent another jolt of pleasure to her already sensitive area. Her heart thumped strongly on an off-beat and a shiver crawled down her spine. The fact that he genuinely enjoyed pleasuring her turned her on all over again, and it made it all the sexier.

She was beyond ready to ravage him, at this point. Sam pushed himself up and crawled up her body to meet her mouth. Before he reached her mouth, Cait grabbed the small packet of baby wipes she kept in her bedside drawer, and the breath freshener and held them out to him, before he reached her mouth. He took them without question and wiped his mouth and sprayed his mouth a few times. He tossed them aside and leaned down to meet her waiting mouth and took the opportunity to squeeze her boob a few more times.

With a gentle push to his chest, breaking their kiss, Cait licked her lips and shakily whispered, “alright, now it’s really my turn.”

Sam’s mouth turned up at one side and he gave her a nod as he moved backwards off her and rested on his knees. His cock was standing at the ready, about to split through his sleep pants. She spotted a wet patch at the tip and immediately wondered how he would taste.

Cait leant forward and rested on her own knees, to match his height, “lay down,” she commanded.

Sam did as she said, folding his hand behind his head, which made his biceps bulge. Cait was distracted by them for a few brief seconds, then focused her attention on his torso, and then lower. She grabbed the waistband of his sleep pants and pulled down. His lifted his arse up, to assist her, and she took care to lift the waistband up and over his cock, as to not bend it forwards and hurt him. She saw the head of his cock, then she pulled his pants down lower and lower, hypnotised by every bulging vein, the thickness, and the length. From what she had felt grinding up against her on previous occasions, she could tell how thick and long it was, but seeing it with her own eyes was different. She swallowed hard when it was fully uncovered. Her eagerness intensified and she ripped his pants the rest of the way off. She seductively ran her hands up his thighs, feeling the soft, curly hairs beneath her palms. Her hands reached far enough up that she stroked the sides of his balls with her thumbs. He squirmed a little at this, then shut his eyes. She extended her index finger out and touched the head, smooth, warm, and with some stringy fluid attached. She proceeded to trace every vein with the tip of her finger, her eyes flicking up every so often to catch his reactions. She then wrapped her whole hand around his shaft and gently squeezed and pulled upwards, while stroking his balls with the palm of her other hand. He inhaled sharply and his chest moved up and down a little quicker. She pumped upwards a few more times, starting right at the bottom and going all the way to his head, gripping him tighter as she went up, then releasing him a little as she went back down. His legs stiffened and tensed against the side of her naked body. She continued to pump and squeeze and stroke and picked up the speed until she could hear his breathing through his opened mouth. Not breaking the rhythm, and so he would not expect it, she bent down and wrapped her lips around his head. He jolted his hips forward, then reached back to grasp a pillow, while letting out a short, strangled moan. She smiled with her lips still closed around his head, then brought her tongue down flat on the tip and stroked it gently, at first. He had a clean sort of salty taste. It was pleasant, like the taste of gargling salt water, but not as intense. Her hand was still moving up and down on him, her other hand gently massaging his balls. She then swirled her tongue around lower on his head, feeling his hips grind upwards into her with every new movement. She moved her hand to the bottom and held it there. She sucked on his head, her tongue stroking one side for a few minutes, before she pulled her mouth completely off with a pop. Before he could register that she had stopped, she opened her mouth wide and took him in her mouth, carefully moving her jaw so her teeth wouldn’t rub against him. She took him as far to the back of her throat as she could, then began to suck upwards, then dragged her mouth back down with less suction; trying to mimic the action of her hand. She used her hand to still pump a small area at the bottom of his shaft, following the rhythm of her mouth. With his generous size, she repeatedly felt like she was going to gag, and concentrated hard on not thinking about it. When she felt like she came close to gagging, she took him slightly less in her mouth and her hand pumped him a little higher to compensate. He didn’t seem to notice, he was still breathing heavily and bucking his hips every five seconds (which didn’t help with her not gagging, but she thought it was really hot nonetheless). After maintaining a steady speed and rhythm, she decided to change things a little. She picked up her speed, sucked harder, but swirled her tongue all around his shaft and rotated her head so her mouth was twisting and turning on him. Another low grunt escaped his mouth and he reached down and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pushing her up and down, matching her rhythm. She paid attention to his own movements, when she felt his hand on her push down a little harder, she knew to go faster. When he pulled her hair a little tighter, she sucked harder, and experimented with her grip on his balls. Twenty seconds later and he let out a loud, deep, husky groan, and spilled into her mouth. She felt his cocked contract with each spurt, and she stopped her movements. She slid her mouth slowly up so that less of him was in her mouth, giving his fluid more room in her mouth. When he was finished, he exhaled a loud content, and slightly exhausted breath. His grip on her hair loosened and switched to an affectionate rubbing on her scalp. She slowly swallowed, feeling the hot, slightly thick fluid run down her throat. She cleared her throat and licked her lips, wiping her mouth with the top of one hand. She lifted her head to look at him, through the dark curtain that was her curls. He was already peering down at her. He moved her hair out of her face and tucked one side behind her ear. She got up on all fours, causing Sam’s eyes to instantly lock on to her boobs on that angle. He reached out and took them both in his hands as she brought her body up over his. She laid down on top of him and stroked the tip of her nose against his. His breath was hot and still a little shaky against her lips. Spraying her mouth once, she leaned in and gave him a deep, slightly opened-mouth kiss and smiled sweetly at him, in which he reciprocated.

“How was that?” Cait asked, idly running her nail through the stubble on his cheek.

His response was a slight moan, and he rolled his eyes back, “you’re good at that.” He cupped the back of her neck.

Cait giggled and looked down, slightly running her fingers through his chest hair. She bent her head and tenderly kissed the top of his peck, then leant her chin against it and peered back up at him. His eyes were now closed, and his breathing was now even and steady. Slowly and carefully, she lifted herself off him and slid off the bed, creeping to the bathroom.

She tiptoed back into the room and crawled back next to him, snuggling against his side. Her arm draped over his belly and her head resting against his shoulder, she let her eyes slowly close.

Not knowing how many minutes or hours later it was, Cait woke up to the feeling of Sam tracing the light blue veins that were spread out across her chest. She had rolled onto her back during their nap, her head to the side, facing away from him. She lazily opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him. He smiled and stroked her cheek adoringly. Cait weakly blinked and smiled contently. He leant forward and kissed her on the forehead.

“We’ve kind of slept the morning away, how about some lunch?” Sam asked.

“Oh yeah, I’m actually starving,” Cait scrunched her face up slightly and held her belly.

“I’ll go out and get us something,” Sam rolled onto his back and stretched his long limbs out.

“Fine, but you’ll be taking my money with you,” Cait stated as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and fetched her wallet. Pulling out a few notes, knowing it would be more than enough, she took his hand, placed the money in it and closed it, “you bought breakfast las time.”

Sam knew not to insist otherwise, plus he was far too distracted by her bare arse as she deliberately turned around and swung her hips a little more as she walked out into the kitchen. He licked his lips and swallowed deeply. He quickly slid out of bed and followed her. There was absolutely no need to wash up the few plates and cups in the sink at that precise moment, and completely naked, but she wanted to tease him.

He walked up to her, but kept a few feet of distance, to admire her full form from behind.

She felt his stare and flirtatiously flicked her hair as she peered over her shoulder with a smirk at him.

“Caitriona Balfe, this is the first time I’ve seen your bare arse, and I already know it’s going to be the death of me,” Sam breathed as he took a couple of steps forward, and gently took her cheeks in his hands and squeezed.

“Mm,” he purred into her ear, then placed kisses up the side of her neck.

It was short-lived, as she quickly turned around to face him, instantly feeling his cock semi-hard again, against her belly. She was pushed right up against the kitchen counter, and Sam leant in to capture her lips, but a bubbly, soapy hand stopped him.

“Turn around,” she directed.

Reluctantly taking his hands off her waist, he turned around. To get a full view, her soapy hand pushed against his back to make him take a few steps forward. His arse was as sculpted as the rest of his body. It was round, pale with a dusting of light brown hairs covering it. She didn’t even have to touch it to know that it was as firm as a rockmelon. A most attractive sight, a result of hard work; several thousand squats, no doubt.

She stepped forward and let her hand gently slide across the middle of one cheek, over to the next.

‘Soft, very firm, and so sexy. I want to squeeze it, but I don’t think it’s possible…it would be like trying to squeeze a watermelon…but I’m still going to try,’ Cait made up her mind, eager to sink her fingers into him.

With the same hand she used to stroke him, she let it slide down to the bottom of his left cheek, then opened her hand wide and pinched with all five fingers. She was able to get some flesh in her hand, it was more like a ripe mango. He flinched at her sudden squeeze, and a grin grew across Cait’s face. She leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his shoulder.

“Now that’s an arse,” she breathed against his shoulder.

Sam smirked, then let a slight laugh out of his nostrils as he turned to face her. He slipped his hands around her waist and pulled her close. She gave him a cheeky smile and wrapped her arms around his neck. He leant in and finally captured her lips with unexpected force, causing her to lean backwards, then he slid his hands down her body and gave her own two cheeks another good squeeze. Before they became completely lost in each other again, Cait’s stomach growled rather loudly, and Sam halted his movements immediately. He let out a giggle against her mouth.

“Alright alright, I get the hint. I’ll go get food,” Sam rubbed her back, then ran into the bathroom to pee and brush his teeth. Cait smiled to herself then went into her room to get dressed. Throwing on some comfy jeans and an oversized jumper, she sat cross-legged on her bed and opened her script for Episode 5, commencing Monday. She had read over it previously and was excited to be able to work closely with Sam on this one as well. But this was going to be different. What had happened between them was going to create a different dynamic in the way they worked together. Her mind quickly wandered to how it would be in their scenes.

‘Will it be harder? Will it be easier? Will we be able to concentrate? I’m sure we will…we know how to be professional. We have to be, we don’t have a choice. We can’t do anything that will lead anyone in believing there’s something going on. It’ll be fine, I’m sure it will,’ Cait decided, determinedly.

Cait then dragged her attention back to her lines, until a delicious smell wafted through her doorway, a combination of mint and a sweet cologne. He smiled and winked at her as he passed her bed and slid through the sliding door. Within a minute he was back out, wearing jeans, some brown boots, a long sleeve jumper, and slipped on a warmer coat on top, to bear the freezing cold. She stared at him from head to toe, admiring how his body looked in clothes, absentmindedly biting down on the tip of her pen. Everything fit well with a body like that.

He walked around the side of her bed, “anything you prefer?” Sam asked as he fiddled with the collar of his coat.

“Whatever you get, I’m not too fussed,” Cait shrugged.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to get you something you don’t like,” Sam furrowed his brows slightly.

“I’m not a picky eater, don’t worry,” Cait reassured.

Sam nodded, “alright,” then leant down and gave her a quick peck on the lips.

Within seconds he was out the door. Cait watched him go with a content smile. She let herself fall back onto her pillows, shut her eyes and brought her mind back to the passion they shared that morning.

Ten minutes later and she had snapped out of it when she heard Sam’s key in the door. She quickly sat up and slid off the bed to greet him.

They enjoyed their lunch together, facing each other on their little dining table, talking, laughing. How quickly they fell into easy conversations, as easy as they fell into intimacy.

Half an hour later and they were both on Sam’s bed, scripts in hands. Cait was leaning against a mountain of pillows on one side of the bed, legs stretched out. Sam was on his back with his head in Cait’s lap, holding his script up in the air as he focused on it.

“It’s a good thing you’re dressed, Cait. If you were still naked, there would be no line-learning happening,” Sam stated, not moving his eyes from his script.

Cait lifted her script to smirk at him, before lowering it again.

“Don’t worry, I’m rather schleppy outside of work. I don’t think you’re at any risk of losing your concentration,” Cait replied, still reading her script.

Sam dropped his script then and turned his head to look at her, “I wouldn’t say that,” Sam flicked his eyebrows up seductively.

Cait let out a shy giggle and jolted his head with a bounce of her thighs, before going back to her script.

A few minutes later, Cait recalled her thoughts on their dynamic working together now and thought it would be good to discuss it.

“So…given what’s happened between us, it’s obviously going to be a little different at work, won’t it?” Cait asked, fiddling with her fingers.

Sam turned his head to look at her again, “yeah it will. But we have to separate that from Jamie and Claire. We have to keep that same energy and relationship between them that we have so far, which I know we’ll be able to do. On set and in between takes, we’ll just have to be cautious. It’ll be hard not being able to touch you, but when the day is done, I have you all to myself, without peering eyes,” Sam smirked which turned into a cheeky grin.

Cait reciprocated and nodded.

The rest of their weekend was spent mostly in bed. They were completely unable to keep their hands off each other. They had to allot themselves chunks of time to focus strictly on their lines, but when those slots of time were over, their bodies were glued together. They drank each other in at any opportunity, and as much as they could. When they weren’t showering, on the toilet, or eating, they were on each other like they’d never have another opportunity.

Their 5am alarms went off, Monday morning, and Cait fumbled with her phone to turn hers off, then did the same with Sam’s. She was held tightly against Sam’s body, his arms around her, and after she placed his phone back on the bedside table, he pulled her back tightly into his spooning cuddle.

“Sam,” Cait croaked out, nudging him, trying to break free from his embrace, “we have to be on set at half five.”

“Mmph,” Sam responded, nuzzling into her messy curls a little more.

Cait sighed.

“You know…I can’t kiss you good morning like this,” Cait stated.

Sam immediately released her then and pinned her onto her back before she could move an inch. He leant over her and gave her a generous but closed-mouth kiss. She knew he was strong but wasn’t aware that he was that strong at 5am in the morning.

The depth of the kiss made her body melt, and tingles of pleasure zapped between her legs. The effect he had on her by simply pecking her on the lips was something she was going to enjoy getting used to.

They peeled their bodies apart and got ready for their day. Once out the door and at the bottom of their stairs, Cait felt Sam’s warm hand curl around hers and thread his fingers through her fingers. She squeezed his hand and stroked her thumb over his as they shivered through the walk to meet Ron and head to their location. Once they got closer to the intense floodlights of the studio, their hands broke apart and they shoved their hands in their pockets.

The end of each workday ended much the same; Sam and Cait ravaging each other before they were all the way through the door. Restraining themselves from touching each other for 12+ hours had proved to be a difficult task, and they had a lot to make up for every evening. Plus, seeing each other in costume was now 100 times sexier now that they could do something about their arousal. They stole flirtatious looks here and there on breaks, in between shooting, and stood closer than probably necessary in their one-on-one scenes together.

Night after night ended in a blissful release for them both, and they were becoming more confident in their sexual endeavours, Sam especially. On a particular night, he pushed Cait against the wall, tore her clothes off, then lifted her up and threw her down onto his bed. Another night, he lifted her onto the kitchen counter, made sure she was naked from the waist down, and dug his face between her legs, refusing to move for twenty minutes. Cait enjoyed waking Sam up in the middle of the night with either her hand or mouth wrapped around his cock. They made the effort to have spontaneity in foreplay, as the orgasms came about in much the same way, orally.

By the end of the two weeks of filming Rent, the last day (where everyone was in full costume and makeup), it was a particularly freezing cold, wet day. On a brief break, Cait was standing with a few of the crew, arms crossed over her chest, her body trembling all over, even with her thick, woollen coat with fur on the hood and cuffs. She was so cold that she became more pale than usual. Sam kept watching her with concern. The crew didn’t bring a costume parka for her to wear, and they didn’t even have a spare with them, as there were many actors on set, and they knew how warmly Cait would be dressed; yet Cait was freezing just the same. Seeing the faces of the crew members, they were clearly ridden with guilt. Cait being the gracious person she is, smiled, shook her head and appeared to tell them she would be fine.

‘Fuck this,’ Sam huffed, with a shake of his head.

He marched over to Cait, with long strides and touched her forearm. He had always been protective of Cait, even back when they hardly knew each other. He didn’t know why; it was just an instinct he had from the very beginning. He was even more so protective of her now that his feelings for her had intensified greatly.

She turned her head and smiled at him through chattering teeth, lips showing a hint of blue around the edges now. He instantly pulled her close to his body and wrapped his arms around her. Cait hesitantly put her arms around his back. The crew inched away from them.

“Sam, they’re watching us…” Cait whispered anxiously.

“I don’t care, Cait. You shouldn’t have to freeze. It pisses me off that they don’t even have one spare parka for you,” Sam answered sternly, cuddling her tighter to him.

Cait relaxed in his embrace and wrapped her arms around him tighter, revelling in the warmth of his body. The numbness in her arms and hands was finally going away.

“If anyone asks, it’s just a friend helping out another friend,” Sam shrugged.

Cait nodded against his chest. She was hoping their break wouldn’t end anytime soon, she didn’t want to let go of him, but at least acting distracted her from the fact that she was freezing.

“Thank you,” Cait squeezed him briefly, “for taking care of me.”

“Of course,” Sam squeezed her back, then slowly and discretely nudged her curls with the tip of his nose.

For the remainder of their day, Cait couldn’t stop thinking about Sam’s boldness and thoughtfulness. It was quite the turn on for her, and she wanted to show him how much it truly meant to her. It had become dark quite early, and they were in the middle of a forest. They had stopped filming for another break, and luckily Sam was right next to her, as they had just done a scene together. The cast and crew all gathered over to the fire, and Sam rubbed her spine up and down briefly, before walking passed her to join the others. Cait grabbed his wrist before he could step out from behind Travis the horse. He whipped his head back to look at her and stumbled, a confused look on his face, and a quick look back towards the group that would be expecting them. Without words, only a quick tilt of her end, gesturing towards the opposite direction, Sam followed her. They walked quickly, hand in hand, thankful for the pitch-black. Cait led him to a deeper part of the forest that was far enough away from set that they wouldn’t get caught. She pushed him up against a tree with some force, reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, and tasted every inch of his mouth, with a few bites to his cold lips. Sam let out a shivered moan as she pecked up and down the side of his neck, with her lips equally freezing, but it was still sending shockwaves of pleasure around his body. Sam pushed her back away from him then, bent down, opened her coat and covered her cleavage in kisses and flicks of his tongue. The contrast of his cold lips, then hot tongue quickly sent her blood pulsing quicker around her body and settling at her nipples and clitoris. He continued his attention up her neck and along her jawline. He stood at his full height again when he made his way back to her mouth. Cait reached down and pushed her hand underneath his kilt and ran it up his thigh, eager to touch him. Sam’s breath hitched as her cold hand stroked his hard cock, and he grabbed on tighter to her. She used her other hand to hold the back of his neck.

She breathed into his ear, “you being so bold in holding me in front of everyone earlier, I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day. I wanted to show you how much it means to me, and how sexy I thought it was,” she bit down on his earlobe gently.

Sam stifled a moan as she began to rub the head of his cock with her palm.

“So, I wanted to be a little bold too. I would’ve done this in front of everyone, but I’m afraid we would’ve been sacked on the spot,” she purred into his ear.

Sam chuckled breathlessly and nodded.

“C-Cait,” he shook, grabbing her wrist to stop her, “as much as I’m enjoying what you’re doing, I’m not going to last much longer, and I can’t mess this costume up. Plus, it’s a risk, especially with us both being gone right now.”

Cait nodded, “well, consider it a little preview for what’s to come later,” with one last kiss to his throat, and a step backwards from him.

One side of Sam’s mouth flicked up, and a look of hunger came over his eyes. He hooked his index finger in the front of her dress, between her boobs and pulled her back towards him. He kissed her mouth tenderly, not breaking it immediately. Then, when he was sure his cock had gone flaccid again, he threaded his fingers through Cait’s, and they made their way back. Cait did her coat back up, one-handed.

“If anyone asks, you walked me to the toilet. It’s dark and I’m a wuss,” Cait smirked up at him.

Sam giggled lightly and squeezed her hand in response.

As they approached the bright haze of the fire, their hands broke apart and they sat on opposite sides. There were a few looks and questioning glances in their direction, but Ron’s face lost all suspicion after Sam explained. Cait breathed a discrete sigh of relief and engaged in a conversation with Bill Paterson.

Cait felt more than ready to take things to the next level. She felt enough time had passed for it to be appropriate for them to properly sleep together. They had definitely taken things slow, step by step, opening up more and more to one another. She had given him every signal she could think of that she was ready, but he always seemed to back off, or redirect his attention.

Tonight, she was going to give him a clear message. Shortly after arriving home, their limbs became a tangled mess, and they made their way to his bedroom while. After breathlessly tearing clothes off each other, Cait was beneath him. As soon as she felt him ready, she wrapped her legs around his waist, angled herself to line up with him, and pushed herself forcefully against him. The tip of him entered her slightly, but he immediately flinched and tried to distract her by licking and sucking every inch of her from her belly button, down to her ankles, then back up to her area, throbbing and wanting; wanting something that wasn’t his mouth. Cait began to wonder if he didn’t want her, if having sex would make things too serious and maybe that’s something he didn’t want, with her.

‘Maybe I’ve made him out to be this perfect guy, when maybe he actually isn’t. Maybe this is his true colours, his flaws appearing. Maybe he has a problem with commitment…maybe he’s interested in someone else and doesn’t want to be exclusive…oh what the FUCK! This is exactly what we talked about trying to avoid, in the first place! Putting pressure on it to be something official, that wasn’t the plan. But…we also said we’d take it one step at a time…and those steps have developed into feelings for him, real feelings…whether I like it or not. He mustn’t feel the same…maybe I’ve been misreading him. It’s either that or…he’s just not ready for that next step. Maybe I’ve come on too strong…has he found that to be a turn off? I know men do tend to like to make that first move…Fine. I’ve led the way up until this point. Now I’m going to back off. It’s all on him now. I’ll leave it up to him. Then I’ll know once and for all how he feels. I’m not going to ask him about what’s happened, why he blatantly backed off. If he’s not comfortable with sex, talking about sex will only make him more uncomfortable. I guess it’s going to take some patience, but it’ll be worth it to know how he feels about me,’ Cait decided.

Feeling rejected and self-conscious, she propped herself up and slid her body up his bed, away from him.

“Sorry, I’ve um…my head has just started to really hurt. I’m getting a splitting headache. I think maybe all the late nights have finally caught up to me. I think I just need to have an early night, catch up on some sleep,” Cait murmured quietly, not making eye contact with him.

Sam kissed her knee and nodded his head, “of course, that’s alright. You go in the shower first,” he crawled back up her body and tenderly kissed her on the forehead.

Cait gave him a small smile and made her way quickly to the bathroom. Once the door was shut and locked, she leant against it and her eyes instantly became thick and hot tears fell over her lower lashes and dripped down her cheeks. She squeezed her eyes shut and held her face in her hands, inhaling sharply through her nose. Letting out quiet, broken whimpers of sorrow. Throwing her pyjamas on the counter, she stepped into the shower and turned it on. She leant her forehead against the cold tiles and shut her eyes, while waiting for the water to warm up. The tears didn’t stop flowing, as she was now gravely aware that perhaps everything was just too good to be true.

After ten more minutes of sobbing, she pulled herself together and washed her face. She washed off all signs of vulnerability and hurt and distracted herself with thinking how she should approach things, going forward.

Sam had tiptoed to the doorway leading out to the kitchen. He leant against the doorframe and listened for the sound of running water, to make sure she was definitely in the shower and wouldn’t be coming out for at least five minutes. He jogged back behind the sliding door to his room and dived underneath the bed, reached out and grabbed a long and thin, navy blue box.

‘Really must move this to a better hiding spot. I wasn’t expecting her to want to come into my room again tonight…Fuck that was a close one though…it took everything in me to make myself back off when the head of my cock was inside her! I wanted to take her right then and there. She’s clearly ready, and so am I. So badly ready. But she’s such a special woman, so when we have sex for the first time, it should be special,’ Sam thought to himself.

He opened the box and smiled contently at the two plane tickets to Paris, for a long weekend after episode six had been shot, and their Christmas vacation began.

He closed the box, then his expression suddenly became worried, as he widened his eyes slightly and rubbed the back of his neck.

‘I hope she says yes. I hope this isn’t too much too soon, a trip away together. It’s been a full month. A full month of our bodies being stuck together every single night…What if this would be putting pressure on what we are…Oh fuck, have I just made a really stupid decision?! She may not even feel that strongly! Fuck fuck FUCK. Fucking idiot,’ Sam scolded himself with a deep slam of his fist down on the top of his chest of drawers.

He rubbed his forehead vigorously, then paced, staring at the carpet.

‘Alright. Okay. She’s ready to have sex, of that I’m certain. She’s ready and willing to have sex with me. So…what would be the problem with having sex with me in a really great city, in a five-star hotel room? I may be worrying for nothing…Well…time will tell. In a couple of days, time will tell,’ Sam calmed his frustration and anxiety.

He put the box deep into one of his drawers and covered it with clothes.

He heard Cait come out of the bathroom. He didn’t expect to find her tucked into her own bed, when he opened the sliding door. Cait was laying with her back to him, scrolling through her phone.

“Oh…we’re sleeping in your bed tonight?” Sam asked.

Cait looked out of the corner of her eye at him and hesitated, “yes,” was her dull reply.

“Okay,” Sam nodded, “I won’t be long.”

Fifteen minutes later, when Sam came back into her room, Cait was fast asleep, phone still in hand.

Sam smiled crookedly at how adorable she looked. He carefully leant down and slid the phone out of her hand. He checked its battery and plugged it in. He leant back down slowly and placed a very gentle kiss on her mouth. She stirred slightly on her pillow then rolled over to her other side. Sam slipped in next to her and put his arm over her hip to hold her and stroked her belly. Unable to get his other arm under her neck without disturbing her more, he folded it under his head, and before long, he too was fast asleep.

Eight and a half hours later, Cait woke up. It was 5am on Friday morning. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, and seeing the moonlight stream through the window, she was aware of how early it still was. She felt well-rested, but emotionally, she felt no better. She was thankful to not be in Sam’s embrace, as it provided an easy escape, without making contact. She carefully turned over and saw Sam on his back, still fast asleep. His body was still close against hers. She slowly lifted the blankets up and slipped her legs out, managing to creep out of the room without him stirring once. They didn’t have to be on set until a little later today, and for the fact that this particular episode meant hardly any scenes together, Cait was also grateful.

‘Distance might be what is needed,’ Cait hesitated.

She decided she was going to go on set early, without him, and go through her lines. She needed the distraction, and, more than anything, she needed to be out of that trailer.

Fifteen minutes later, all rugged up, she carefully opened and shut the trailer door, locking it behind her. Shivering, and her teeth-chattering, she buried her mouth and nose deeper into her scarf, as she powerwalked her way to the Hair and Makeup trailer. Luckily, the girls were also there, and the trailer was open. They greeted her and welcomed her in. they went back to their coffee and conversation when they saw Cait sit down and immediately open her script.

An hour later, Sam awoke, instinctively reaching out for Cait. When he felt nothing but an empty space next to him, his eyes popped open. He furrowed his brows confusedly, then reached for his phone.

‘6:12am. Don’t need to be on set until 7,’ Sam nodded to himself.

Sam stretched, threw back the blankets and stepped out of bed, and went in search of Cait. The kitchen and bathroom were both empty. He frowned and looked back towards his room. Taking long strides and pushing the sliding door across, he peered in.

“Cait?” Sam called.

His heart picking up the pace a little, he jogged to the trailer door and went to open it. He looked down on to the stairs and around the outside of the trailer. He shut the door again and went to get his phone to call her. Just as he picked up his phone, he received a text from Cait.

- Hey, I’m just on set. I woke up really early and wanted to use the time to go through my lines. See you later on.

- Oh, thank God, I was beginning to worry when I couldn’t find you. No problem, if I don’t see you much today, I hope you have a great day, and I’ll see you tonight 😊

- Thank you, you too.

Sam thought nothing of it. He threw his phone back on her bed with a smile of relief and jumped in the shower.

Knowing Cait would be in hair and makeup, that’s exactly where Sam headed. Until Ron called out to him from the studio building. They had new costumes come in and he needed to be fitted, which was a rather long process, as the costumes had many layers. Half an hour later, Sam saw Cait emerge from hair and makeup and his eyes lit up. She was looking breathtaking as Claire, as she always did. She was being escorted by some of the crew, along with Graham, Tobias, and a few of the other men playing redcoats in the garrison. They were headed to the cars to go on location. Sam wanted to call out her name, but Ron was three feet away on the phone, and he didn’t want to embarrass Cait. He just watched her walk away, his heart sinking a little that he wasn’t able to give her a proper ‘good morning’, and because of the fact that he really wasn’t going to see her until tonight.

7:30pm, and Sam staggered his way through the trailer door, exhausted. Cait looked up at him from the dining table, a mouth full of pasta. Sam giggled at her cheeks puffed out, full of food.

“Well, you’re a sight for sore eyes,” he quickly made his way over to her, leant down and kissed her mouth, then cheek, then down her neck.

He then bent down on his knees and wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder.

Cait quickly chewed and swallowed her mouthful, “hi, how was your day?”

“Ah it was alright. I missed you,” Sam kissed her shoulder.

“Me too…” Cait replied quietly, poking her pasta with her fork.

Sam leant back to look at her adoringly, then stroked the side of her face with the tip of his nose.

“I made you some as well, it’s just in the oven,” Cait reassured, wanting to distract him.

“Oh, thank you,” he kissed her on the temple and went to grab his food.

When he sat back down, he attempted to have a conversation with her. They always had the best conversations over dinner, talking and laughing about aspects of their day, recalling things they both found hilarious, inside jokes they came up with together. Tonight was not like that. Cait was giving Sam one-word answers, and hardly looking at him.

“Cait, what’s wrong?” Sam asked, putting down his fork and reaching over to put his hand on hers.

She looked at him then, her eyes full of sadness, “Just exhausted, it was a big day,” Cait shrugged, “I might go in the shower and then go to bed.”

She slowly removed her hand from under his, gave him a slight smile, then got up. He watched her carefully as she washed up, grabbed her pyjamas, then headed to the bathroom.

‘Fuck, she’s definitely upset about last night! It has to be that. I wasn’t going to surprise her until tomorrow night but…this has to be fixed now,’ Sam thought, mind made up.

Quickly finishing his pasta and washing his bowl up, he stripped off his clothes and very carefully opened the bathroom door. He poked his head in and could hardly see Cait through the shower screen, as it was fogged up. Luckily, the shower head was also very noisy, so if he was quiet enough, she wouldn’t notice him until he was actually in the shower. Sam opened the glass shower door and stepped in. Cait was rinsing her face, with her back to him. He took a few moments to admire that luscious arse, before stepping closer to her. He placed his hands on the sides of her shoulders and felt her flinch at his unexpected touch. She quickly turned around, rubbed her eyes and looked at him with questioning eyes. He held the sides of her neck with both hands and captured her wet lips. It wasn’t long before she melted into his mouth, responding with her tongue and gripping at his waist. Sam then reached down, grabbed her arse, lifted her up, then turned to press her body against the tiled wall. She wrapped her legs around him tightly and held on to his shoulders. Their tongues danced; their breathing became ragged. Sam released her mouth and moved his downwards to her jawline. He kissed along it slowly, feeling Cait angle her face upwards. He knew what she wanted and dragged his tongue straight down to her neck. He nipped and sucked until a moan came through her heavy breathing.

“Cait, I just want you to know that I want you, so bad,” Sam breathed out, between kisses down her neck and across her collarbone.

Cait let out a sigh of relief, which he physically felt; she let every tense muscle loose.

“You do?” Cait asked, with a heavy breath.

“Of course, I do. You’re the most beautiful, sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. I can hardly control myself when I’m around you, I can’t get enough of you, Caitriona Balfe,” he continued, switching over to the other side of her neck.

Cait touched his face and looked him in the eye, “then…why d–,” Cait began to ask.

Sam put her down but kept her pressed against the wall.

“I want it to be…special. You mean a lot to me,” he brought one of her hands up and kissed her fingers.

Cait’s face broke into a smile, an expression in her eyes as though she was about to cry.

“So, I have a surprise for you for when we get out. In the meantime, though,” he turned around and grabbed her pink loofa ball and the body wash off the shower caddy, “need some assistance?” he asked with a cheeky look.

Cait giggled, bit her lip and nodded with a flick of her eyebrows.

He smirked and squeezed some of her coconut body wash onto the loofa, placed it on her chest and swirled it around. His other hand squeezed and massaged her boob. Cait leant her head back against the wall, feeling herself throbbing and becoming wetter. He lathered her shoulders, then her neck, then down to her belly. He used his knee to push one of her legs further apart, then pushed and swirled the loofa around her tingling, pounding area. He took the loofa off and used his fingers to rub the soap in each crevasse on either side of her clit. His fingers then rubbed down to her opening, where he lathered more soap on the skin around it. Sam felt her legs begin to tremble, and she was moaning louder and more frequently. He washed both of her long legs, then turned her body. Still bending down, he leant in and bit her hard on one arse cheek. She squealed then giggled, and he admired his teeth marks on her before swirling the loofa over it and the rest of her arse. He continued up her back and placed a kiss on the back of her neck. After rinsing off the loofa and hanging it back up, he reached up to grab the shower head and put the spray against her back, first. He continued rinsing off the rest of her body and replacing the spray with his mouth. He reached between her legs and used his fingers again to remove any trapped soap, as he rinsed her. The feeling of the pressure hitting her clitoris was making her gasp and grip his shoulders. Once he’d finished rinsing her legs, placing kisses and bites up her inner thigh, he put the shower head back. He bent back down and sat on the shower floor, stretching his legs out through hers, which he pushed apart again. He sat up straight, held on to her legs, then placed his whole hot mouth onto her, his tongue flat and darting back and forth on her clit. Her whole body jolted, and she fell forwards, catching herself on the shower screen. She leant against it with both hands and rocked against his mouth. She’d never sat on his face before or stood over him like this. She had the control, which made it all the more of a turn on. The more she rocked and grinded herself into his mouth, the more he gripped at her thighs and arse and moaned into her. It was a big turn on for him as well, letting her take control and just seeing her from that angle.

Alternating between her two areas, licking, sucking, and digging his tongue inside of her, it wasn’t long before she screamed out and grabbed the back of his head, pushing herself further into him as she road each wave, contracting every few seconds on his mouth. Placing one last kiss on her, he got up, tipped his head back to flood his mouth with water, swished it around and then spat it out towards the drain. He took her mouth again in a deep kiss and pulled her body tight against him, revelling in the skin-to-skin feeling. His hands explored up and down her back before cupping her arse cheeks and squeezing.

Forcefully, she pushed him back against the wall, lathered his loofa up with body wash and washed his body. After swirling the loofa around, she then used her hand to rub the soap in more. When she came to his arse, she mimicked exactly what he did. Without warning, she leant in and bit down hard.

“Ah!” Sam grunted in pain, “did I bite you that hard?”

“Pretty hard,” Cait smirked, then leant back in to kiss the bite, before rubbing foamy soap over it. After finishing his back and legs, she left his cock for last. She squeezed the loofa, so soap oozed out of it, scooped it up with her hands, then rubbed her hands together. She placed one soapy hand on his balls, then the other on his cock. She gently massaged his balls, then moved her other hand up and down on his cock. She swirled her fingers around the head. Sam had his eyes closed, chest heaving. Cait reached up and grabbed the shower head, rinsed off only his cock, then continued to pump. She bent down and placed her mouth on the head only and began to suck hard, swirling her tongue around it and moving her head. Sam let out a breathless groan and tangled his fingers at the back of her head, with one hand. She maintained her speed, then alternated between slow and fast, and within ten minutes, he exploded into her mouth, each grunt and moan in time with each ejaculation. He let go of her wet hair, then wrapped her up in a hug, panting against the side of her neck.

Turning the shower off, Sam stepped out first and held out her towel, for her to step into. He wrapped it around her and then grabbed his own. Once they were both dry, dressed, and their teeth were brushed, Sam led her out of the bathroom and into his room.

Turning towards her, he held her chin and placed a peck on her mouth, “sit down,” he instructed.

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Don’t make me slap you pt 30

Marley sighed softly as she floated in a still sea covered by a heavy fog. At first, she thought she was simply dreaming but deep down she knew what was actually happening, she was floating away. This must be her final dream based on how calm and soothing the ocean water. She no longer felt the burn, she was at peace just like what she heard from others. The only thing she would change was the thick fog as she hoped to go out while staring at the night sky.

She wanted to mourn herself once more but she was unable to grip her frustration and anger. The only thing she felt was a small ripple of regret for those she left back at home on that distant beach. She may be gone and they may cry for a bit but she knew they would be strong enough to move on. If anything, she wanted to see them smiling one last time. Slowly the sky and water darken as she could barely feel anything, she closed her eyes and prepared to embrace oblivion.

“Hey...”

“Hey, wake up!!!”

Marley’s eyes snapped open as Little D No. 2 brought his face close to hers.

“Oh good, you’re awake~”

Suddenly, another Little D pushed No. 2 away while shaking him violently.

“What is with you and waking her up, how rude can you be!?”

“Hey, get off of me!”

With that, the two little demons began to tussle back and forth all over the bed while the other ones cheered on their respective side. As the fight continued, their voices grew more and more shill with each blow. Marley tried to ignore them but they bounced the bed with each time they hit the mattress. Finally, with a snap of her final nerve, Marley quickly sat up in the bed and grabbed each of the little demons roughly.

“Can’t a girl die in peace? Take your fighting somewhere else!” She yelled as she bared her fangs.

No. 2 struggled in Marley’s grip while the other little demons curled up.

“Ow, let go!”

“Not a chance, ya demonic ball! I want to go peacefully and I can’t do that if you all are fighting! Now get out of my room!”

And with that, Marley gathered all the little demons and tossed them out of her room, and slammed the door. She sighed deeply while dusting her hands of the chaos. She turned to return to her bed only to stop dead in her tracks. Her eyes were wide with surprise as she realized that she had got up from her deathbed with lively vigor. Quickly, she rushed over to the full body mirror to see her reflection. There she stood, skin polished and revitalized, the bags underneath her eyes gone, her scleras were white and clean instead of gray and veiny. No ash could be seen anywhere, even her hair was shimmering in the soft lighting of the room. She was so shocked that she stumbled back before slumping to the floor.

“What the hell...”

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Diavolo sighed as he looked at his desk for the first time that day. Thanks to Barbatos, it was organized based on importance and urgency but he felt no rush to do any of it. He wanted to be by Marley’s side and ease her suffering but he feared her rejecting his comfort. He sighed deeply before ruffling his hair, however, he was interrupted by cries of help accompanied by crashing. Immediately, he snapped to attention and rushed out of his office only to have a Little D rush into his arms.

“Save me, save me!” He cried out.

“From what?”

Just then more screams of terror echoed as the Little Ds were flung into his office hallway by an unknown force. Suddenly, the air grew cold as ice crept against the walls and floor. Diavolo’s eyes widened to the point of tearing up as Marley slid into sight while holding an iced-over morning star. A joyous smile crept on his face upon seeing the selkie standing on her own two feet. He slowly began to stagger toward the armed woman, trying not to show too much of his joy.

“Marley...” He managed to crack out.

Hearing her name being called, Marley turned to see an elated prince. However, Diavolo’s joy was short-lived as Marley growled at him while baring her fangs.

“You...”

“Pardon?”

In a flash, Marley rushed straight toward Diavolo on the icy floor while gripping the icy morning star tightly. She then jumped toward the demon prince and readied herself to swing her weapon against him. Suddenly, Diavolo released the little demon before instinctively grabbed the weapon by its shaft with one hand while holding Marley close with the other.

“Marley, it’s me!”

“I know it’s you, now let me go so I can hit you!” She hissed.

“What? Why do you want to hit me!?”

“Because you turned me into a zombie! Do I look like Zombie Goth Girl? Now give me back my mace!”

“Actually, it’s a morning star-”

“I don’t care, now gimme!!!”

However, Diavolo only stared down at the lively woman trapped in his embrace. It didn’t even register that she tried to attack him but the sheer act of her lively destruction and fiery temper was the greatest proof of life he could ask for. In an instant, he pulled the weapon out of her grasp and held her tightly with both arms, lifting her off the ground as his embrace tightened. Marley then violently beat her fists against the nearly invulnerable demon.

“Let go of me!!!” She growled as she tried to push him away.

“Marley, you’re alive, you’re healed.” Diavolo choked out as he began to tremble with joy.

“I’m glad to see everyone so early in the morning.”

Diavolo stopped himself only to look at the calm Barbatos who was easily sliding on the icy floor.

“Barbatos, is this your doing?”

Marley snapped her attention to Barbatos who smiled normally. She then pulled her arm out of the prince’s embrace and pointed at the butler in an accusing manner.

“You the one who turned me into a zombie?!”

“I’m afraid you are mistaken, Miss Marley. You can’t be a zombie for the sole reason that you are still alive.”

“...I don’t believe you. I should be dead right now!”

“You would’ve been but my lord asked me to take care of your pelt while he slumbered.”

Diavolo blinked while Marley continued to squirm in Diavolo’s grasp. Suddenly, a very stern look bloomed upon the prince’s face as he stared at his faithful butler.

“Barbatos, when I said take care of her pelt-”

Barbatos simply bowed his head before giving his calm response.

“My lord asked me to take care of her pelt without specific details. So I assumed I was allowed to take care of the pelt as I saw fit. If this wasn’t your desire, I deeply apologize for my actions, my lord.”

Diavolo stared for a moment before his expression melted away to something warmer. He then turned his gaze downward at a frustrated and confused Marley. Suddenly, his embrace grew tighter as he enveloped his body around the unexpecting woman.

“There’s no need for apologies.” He claimed happily.

“Diavolo...Let go...Can’t...Breathe...” Marley wheezed as she tried to tap out of the demonic bear hug.

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“You can be at ease now, Marley.” Diavolo claimed with a smile.

Marley just gave him a side glance as she held her weapon close. There she sat at the table across from the heir to the throne who casually sipped his tea. Under normal circumstances, she would go with the flow and join him in enjoying breakfast but these were far from normal times. She was dying, she was supposed to die but there she was, alive and well. Still feeling Diavolo’s warm gaze upon her body, she turned sharply away from. Before Diavolo could speak, a flurry of little Ds burst onto the balcony, huffing and puffing.

“We’ve finished cleaning up the main hallway, my lord.”

“Well done, everyone.” He praised as he held up a plate of treats for the little demons to feast on.

“Yeah, it was a real mess with all the ice and smashing.” No. 2 claimed with its face stuffed.

However, a quick glare from Marley took all the air out of the haughty creature’s snide remark. Thankfully for the tiny devil, Barbatos had returned to the balcony holding his cloth covered bundle. Taking the hint, all the little Ds dispensed, leaving the trio alone. Gently, Barbatos unraveled the cloth, revealing Marley’s pelt. However, Marley’s wide eyes that were filled with relief were replaced with shocking confusion as she lowered the morningstar she held. The familiar shades of grey were absent as Barbatos presented a pelt of jet black with bands of white. Instinctively, Marley recoiled away from the pelt as she dropped her weapon, cracking the tile. For the first time since knowing her, Diavolo saw she was shying away from the fur with a shaken expression.

“Marley, what’s wrong?”

“That’s not my pelt...”

“I assure you, Miss Marley, this is yours.”

“It’s not, mine’s grey with white rings.” she muttered.

Barbatos straightened his spine while Diavolo interlocked his fingers and sat back in his chair with a solemn look on his face.

“Barbatos, care to explain to our guest?”

“Very well, this pelt is yours but it’s from another place in time.”

Marley’s eyes grew wide as her hair puffed up at the very concept Barbatos offered. Seeing this, he decided to take things slow.

“I have the ability to see the past and future as well as their endless outcomes. Of course, I will never alter them without the permission of my lord. However, he wished for me to take care of your pelt and the best way to do that was to replace it with another one.”

Marley still looked at the man as if he was speaking a different language. Once again, Barbatos changed his tactics.

“Think of time like a river with a multitude of branches and dead ends that I can alter as I wish. If time is a river then living creatures are the fish that swim in the water while an object like your pelt would be a stone, polished and carried upon the riverbed. Your stone was cracked and would only break away as more water beats across it, leading to your death. All I did was replace your stone from the river with another stone from one of the dead ends where it would have been destroyed anyway. Unfortunately, sometimes the stone may not look the same due to different experiences in the river.”

Marley thought for a moment while still looking at the fur.

“...If that’s the case, what happened to that Marley, the one who originally owned it? Was it her ‘dead end’ when you got this? Do we still have the same soul?”

Barbatos gave a soft smile as a comfort.

“It no longer matters since that Marley no longer exists and I assure you that I was not the cause of their demise. However, I assume that they shared your goal of wanting your pelt to live on in some way. A soul may be shaped by its experience but all that matters is what you choose to do from this point.”

Marley looked at the surprisingly kind gaze that Barbatos shared with her. Slowly, she reached and received the strange sealskin that came across time to be held by her. Once in her embrace, a feeling of safety and familiarity washed over her and cleansed her of her dread. The soft velvet against her fingers drew her closer as she rubbed her face gently against its silky exterior. She felt so drawn to it, she didn’t realize that she rose from the table to transform back into a seal for the first time in weeks.

Diavolo quickly rose to his feet to see Marley in her ‘Mochi’ persona but it was striking just how different she looked. No longer was she an orb of a grey seal adorned with many small rings, she was larger and longer with a deep velvet black pelt and decorated with four large white stripes. She bounced over to the glass of the balcony door and tilted her head back and forth as if to look at her new coat. After a brief few minutes, Marley turned to Barbatos and Diavolo and gave them a hasty puff that ended in a high pitched snort. Surprised, Marley scrunched up her snout and tilted her head before making more noises. Diavolo and Barbatos couldn’t help but chuckle as Marley continued to test out her new voice. She turned her attention at the laughing demons and gave a surprisingly low growl at the duo.

“Hmm, looks like your vocal range has increased, Miss Marley.”

“And I must add that you look beautiful in your new coat.” Diavolo chimed in.

Marley snorted at them before peeling away the sealskin to walk on two legs again.

“Barbatos?”

“Yes?”

“Where’s my treasure?”

“Treasure, miss?”

Upon hearing his response, Marley dropped to her knees and gripped her new pelt tightly. All her hard searching and planning made a mote point as her brain was filled with all her hardships that she endured. The largest treasure stash that she ever found and protected for over three months were now lost to the literal flow of time. Concerned, Barbatos and Diavolo called out to the discouraged woman who sniffled slightly.

“Are you alright, Marley?”

“I’m fine, or I will be at the least. Can I borrow your phone real quick?” She asked shakily.

“Sure, but whatever for?” He questioned as he handed over his D.D.D.

“I need to let them know that I’m alright now.”

Marley called the brothers one by one, only for the phone to ring out each time which made Diavolo look away with slight shame in his face.

“They haven’t been responding to my calls or messages as of late.”

Marley just gave Diavolo a cheeky grin lined with mischief and revenge.

“Ok, then let me try something else that will get their attention.”

Diavolo looked on confused while Barbatos looked away with his shoulders trembling.

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twdbegins · 4 years ago

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Gone From You

Simon x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Language, smut.

A/N: I’m writing in third person nowwwwww. Changing it upppppp.

Word Count: 2,161

“You know I could never sleep without you.”

He cursed under his breath for the millionth time that day. Why couldn’t people just do as they were told? He felt like he was constantly having to clean up other people’s messes just to keep things from totally falling apart. He expected there to be mistakes and hiccups along the way. That was only natural. Lately, though, it seemed that EVERYONE was fucking EVERYTHING up. The ones who were never an issue and always did their work well were suddenly falling short and causing chaos. Simon wasn’t trying to be the kind of guy that wanted to do everything on his own because he felt like he was the only one competent enough to do it. But sometimes it was easier to do things himself to assure they would get done right. He had been running himself busy to the bone, because he really cared about this place and wanted it to thrive.

She didn’t like watching him do this to himself. He was totally overwhelming and overworking himself to the point where he was tired in all aspects. He was a hard worker for sure and she respected that about him. She would never discourage his work ethic, but what he was doing wasn’t healthy at all. He needed a break and needed to take time to think about better ways to do his job. However, she realized that getting this through his head would be a challenge. He straggled into his room late one night, already pissed off and not really in the mood to talk about work.

She wouldn’t have brought it up if she had realized just how upset he was. But like the efficiently sneaky guy he was, he didn’t exactly make his frustration obvious to her. She mentioned it calmly and sweetly, but didn’t get the response she expected;

“Simon,” She called; “I’m not sure that the way you’re handling these things is right.”

He yanked his boots off and angrily tossed them into the corner of the room. He scoffed and shook his head incredulously;

“Oh, great. Now my girlfriend is telling me how to do my job too.” He sneered.

Her eyes widened slightly at that. That wasn’t what she was trying to do. She didn’t want to aggravate him any further, but he needed to hear what she was saying;

“I didn’t mean it like that. I’m really worried about you,” She confessed; “You’re running yourself dry and I just don’t want to see you completely stress yourself out.”

The tips of his ears went red as his blood pressure continued to rise. He felt like everybody was against him and that he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. He wasn’t angry at her. She knew this, which is how she kept her patience. He desperately needed to talk about his feelings, but he didn’t know how to. He was only taking his anger out on her because she was there.

“Maybe I should worry about myself then, yeah?” He growled.

She tried her best not to take it personally. He needed time to process everything and cool off. That didn’t make his demeanor and words hurt any less. She went quiet for the time being. She knew better than to say anything else. He slid into bed shortly after, a deep sigh escaping his chest. He rested one of his arms over his eyes to keep any remaining light from irritating his sudden headache any more.

He knew deep down that he wasn’t being right to her. She cared about him and wanted him to be happy. It wasn’t fair that he was taking his own problems out on her. Against her head’s wishes, she figured it would be best if he was alone tonight. She waited a few more moments before swinging her feet over the side of the bed. She changed back into her clothes that she had been wearing earlier. He heard her soft racket and removed his arm to look at her;

“Where are you going?” He asked, a little less harshly than before.

She looked back to him, keeping her same soft tone;

“I’m, uh, going to go check on some stuff in the infirmary,” She said pushing her feet into her boots; “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He felt guilty suddenly. He didn’t mean to push her away the way he had been the last month or so. She was the last person he wanted to be on bad terms with. He sat up quickly and called for her;

“[Y/N], wait. I’m-”

She was already out the door and on her way down the hall by the time he had a chance to get a sentence out. Another deep sigh sounded from his lungs, but for a different reason. He wasn’t being fair to her. He suddenly realized how his selfishness and pent up frustration was affecting the ones closest to him. He was always so quick to take it out on those around him. He considered it a fatal flaw of sorts. He didn’t waste much time before getting out of bed again and also re-dressing himself. He wasn’t going to let this go on. He owed her an apology and an explanation.

He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he walked down the desolate hallway. It was still and quiet during the late night hours, something he hadn’t been accustomed to in the last several weeks. He thought of her as he continued to walk quietly around the Sanctuary to the infirmary. The way she cared for him at all times of the day and how she was always there for him even when he probably didn’t deserve him. She always sought out and focused on the more pleasurable things about him. Like here he was now, being an absolute jerk to her and she was still patient enough to understand that he wasn’t angry at her.

He loved her to an extent that he could barely comprehend, which was another reason why he felt a guilt ridden pit in his stomach as he grew closer to where she was.

He saw her in the wheeled chair that she kept in the room, she spun herself glacially from side to side as her eyes scanned each line in the book she was reading. Her head rested in her hand, unbothered and unaware of him standing in the entranceway. He watched her for a moment or so before easily saying her name to get her attention. Her head snapped up and her gaze averted to him. Her eyes were full of surprise at the sight of her boyfriend who she had just left back in her bedroom just a few moments ago. She was sure he would’ve fallen asleep by now. She closed the cover of her book and kept her stare on him.

“Hey.” He said somewhat awkwardly.

“Hi,” She replied back; “I figured you’d be asleep by now.”

He shrugged, his signature grin appearing on his face;

“Come on now. You know me better than that,” He said entering the room fully, closing the door behind him; “You know I could never sleep without you.”

She returned a warm smile at his remark. He always said he slept better when he was with her. She stayed in her seat, trying to gauge his mood. She didn’t want to upset him further by crowding him. He leaned against the counter where she kept supplies in the cabinets above it, just a few feet from her. He wasn’t exactly sure of what to say, but he had to say something.

“Baby, I’m sorry.” He apologized in his deep, low voice.

She felt a wave of warmth wash through her. It was a relief to hear him say those words. She knew he had a lot going on that didn’t have to do with her. Still, it was nice to confirm that he really wasn’t upset with her.

“It’s okay, Si. Don’t worry about it.” She said finally standing from her chair and walking over to him.

He shook his head;

“No, it’s not. I shouldn’t ever talk to you like that. You don’t deserve that.” He noted.

She wrapped her arms around him, resting her chin on his chest and looking up at him.

“You’re a man under a lot of pressure right now. You can only take so much,” She assured him; “I understand that.”

“Pressure or not, it doesn’t make it right for me to push you away like that and then get angry when you reach out to me,” He explained; “I’ve missed you.”

She turned her head just slightly so her head was tilted as she continued to look up at him. Oh, that face she always made when she was listening closely to him made him weak in the knees. He kissed her forehead as he let his own arms drape around her. He had so missed holding her in these moments where it was just the two of them. Even if it had only been a month or so without her, when it came to love, it felt like an eternity.

“You know I care about you, right?” He asked, letting his fingers gently drag across her head and massage her scalp.

She hummed in response;

“Yeah. Of course I do.”

He smiled again and kept her body close to his;

“Good, because I don’t ever want you to forget that I do care about you and I love you endlessly. You’re not any part of the reason I’ve been stressed out lately.” He purred.

She told him that she loved him back between kisses, something she had definitely missed recently. His slow kisses traveled down her neck, the sound of her whimpers and soft gasps beginning to stimulate him. She sank down to her knees and before he knew it, her nimble fingers were unbuckling his belt the way she had done dozens of times before. His heart began to race and his breathing quickened at the feel of her hands pulling his boxers to the floor to pool around his feet. He sprung free and forth in front of her, a devious smirk forming on her face. Instinctively, his hand went to the back of her head and wrapped gingerly into her hair;

“Oh, baby. You don’t have to-”

A throaty moan flowed from his chest as she cut him off by wrapping her lips around his tip. She pushed her head forward and drew it back slowly a few times, enough to get him riled up before releasing him for a moment;

“You really want to talk yourself out of this?” She coyly spoke.

He only shook his head with shallow breaths, his hand persuading her head back to his crotch. She took him into her mouth again, licking a solid stripe from the shaft to the tip before he pulled out and slammed back into her throat. He pulled her head back enough to where she could do as she pleased, but he had enough leeway to keep himself grounded.

He pushed back in, hitting her reflex as he usually did, but she knew to swallow around him and push through it. She looked up at him and his head had fallen back against one of the cabinets. His soft groans and moans were all she needed to hear to know to continue her oral ministrations. He eventually looked down at her, his chest fluttering and his voice ringing out;

“You’re always so good. So pretty on your knees for me...” He breathed out.

She couldn’t help but let out her own moan at that, he continued to help to pull in and out of her mouth. He fucking loved her. Not just in moments like this, because she was so much more to him than a good blowjob giver. Although, she was that too.

She knew he was close, the slight twitch that she felt was a sign of that. They knew each other’s signals and signs backwards and forwards. It wasn’t like this was their first time together. It surely wouldn’t be the last.

“God...you’re such a good girl,” He gasped, almost crying out; “Fuck...”

She felt his release hit the back of her throat, his eyes rolling back for a few seconds as he came in her mouth. She grunted lightly at the sudden sensation, but swallowed all of him and leaned back on her heels and wiped at her slightly teary eyes and swollen lips. She gave him a second to recover, his hand softly gripping her arm to bring her up to him;

“Come here.” He pulled her to him once more, kissing her tenderly and passionately.

She giggled against him and he could feel a little bit of the tension had gone. He knew one thing for damn sure.

He wasn’t going to leave her like that ever again.

#simon #simon x reader #the walking dead simon #simon twd #twd simon #simon twd x reader #simon the walking dead #simon twd fanfic #simon twd imagines #twdbegins

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closedafterdark · 4 years ago

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could you write a smut for choerry

"Was I a good girl today, oppa?"

You looked to your left and saw the bright woman next to you, Choi Yerim. You were both sitting in the backseat of a taxi on the way back to your apartment. You were slightly nervous, it was the first time you brought anyone over since you moved. This would be Yerim’s second night in a row she was staying at your place. The both of you are heading there after a relaxing dinner and a movie.

Yerim’s mood wasn’t her usual bright and chipper - she responded to your attempts of conversational talk with one word answers or having a constant scowl on her face. You noticed people passing by quietly asking each other why she looked so uptight. The truth was you didn’t fuck Yerim like she wanted you to. She was in the middle of sucking your balls the previous night when you told her you were going to bed after she made you cum. Yerim did not take kindly to that, yelling very loudly that she wanted to get dicked down. This morning you found yourself in your bed alone, your morning wood as erect as ever since Yerim wanted to give you the silent treatment. You didn’t mind though, Yerim always acted like a spoiled brat whenever you denied her sex.

“Yes you were, honey” you said as you flashed an extremely weak smile. Yerim’s smile was beautiful, it melted all of your worries away when you saw her look at you lovingly. You weren’t afraid to admit you were whipped for her, most of your day wanting to center around her. There were some days where you felt like a potato standing next to such a beauty.

The streetlights were not working in your favor, constantly turning from green to red after only allowing a few cars to pass. The driver didn’t care what went on in the back seat, yelling about how his wife doesn’t let him do what he wants so he’s stuck driving strangers around. You wore Yerim’s bag as she handed it to you before you two entered the taxi. She traced her finger along the leather strap before roughly gripping onto it and pulling you close to her. She blew hot breaths of air into your ear before speaking.

“Are you going to fuck me until I can’t walk?” she whispered in such a sexy tone that the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. She pulled on the leather strap even harder as she licked your ear.

“Oppa needs to punish his bad girl. Fuck me so hard the neighbors will call security about noise complaints”

Thankfully, the taxi arrived outside your apartment less than ten minutes later. You were afraid Yerim was going to yank your pants off from how horny she was. You paid for the taxi and closed the door shut. As the driver sped off, both of you entered the main lobby of the apartment complex before heading into the elevator. Yerim’s naughty hands couldn’t keep themselves off you, having already unzipped your jeans and unbuttoned your shirt.

As you kept trying to prevent her hands from continuing any further you hurriedly enter the passcode to your apartment. Yerim squeals with excitement as you both enter. She kicks off her shoes and runs into the living room. You managed to luck out and have a rent controlled apartment: two bedrooms, living room, large kitchen and two bathrooms. The second bedroom was still empty besides a desk and bed, not that it mattered since you lived alone.

“I need to pee” she groaned as she hurriedly ran to the guest bathroom. She wore a formal casual outfit on your date: a newspaper printed blazer paired with a loose tie worn on top of a thin spaghetti strap top which outline her wonderful breasts nicely. She complimented them with a pair of white shorts. You would’ve preferred her wearing skintight blue jeans, but knew she’d be even more furious from the previous night’s denial. Her brown hair flowed messily down as you loved her tint of lipstick and eyeshadow she chose today. She had the perfect balance of seductive and sweet.

You put her bag away on the kitchen countertop. You removed your button up shirt and socks. You head back to the living room and hear the sound of the toilet being flushed. Yerim runs towards you instantly and jumps into your arms. They instinctively held onto her now exposed bottom as she wrapped her legs around you. She wrapped her arms around your neck as she began kissing you. Her tongue parted your lips as she hungrily bit on your lower lip. Your tongue fought back in response as both of you wanted control. Yerim deepened the kiss as one of your hands caressed the back of her head. Her breasts pressed against your chest as you tried your best to quell her insatiable lust.

“You didn’t even kiss me in the taxi, oppa” she said in between your kisses. One thing you loved about Yerim was she enjoyed giving extremely wet kisses, thin strings of saliva often connecting your mouths together. What people didn’t know about Yerim was her sweet face was a mask for how she acted in the bedroom. The more spit, the better.

“The driver was watching. It’s not my fault you wanted to give me a blowjob in the backseat” you said teasingly as your lips gripped onto her neck and began to suck gently. She moaned loudly as you tightened your hold, sucking the skin as hard as you could. You parted her from her when you saw a small mark form. Yerim’s voice was always so erotic, it never took you long to have an erection around her.

“You’re making me so hard” you said to her coolly once your lips parted her neck.

“You’re so bad” she replied. “That certainly isn’t because of me”

Yerim gave you a deep, long kiss as she hopped off your body. Your jeans and boxers flew onto the couch as she kneeled down before you, using one of the throw pillows as a cushion. You always found her butt cute, jiggling as Yerim gave you a blowjob. You looked on in delight as she took you halfway into her mouth. She certainly knew how to give head, the pleasure beginning to overload your body as your knees buckled. She flattened her tongue and ran it on the underside of your shaft, long licks starting from base to tip. The moment Yerim took you fully in her mouth you felt your cock be drenched. The feeling was almost unbearable, she had never given you a blowjob like this before.

“Oh shit, that’s a good girl” you say, running your hands through her freshly dyed hair. You heard loud squelching sounds. You looked down and saw Yerim was fingering herself, her leaking pussy dripping onto the hardwood floors. You laughed, she had a lot of pent up sexual frustration from not getting fucked the night before.

Yerim teased you, releasing your cock every time you felt you were going to cum. She would stroke you as she took your balls into her mouth individually. Her airtight suction on them caused you to moan loudly. After your cock was thoroughly drenched, she stroked it a few times before slapping her hollow cheeks with them. She moaned as she felt the saliva cling onto them. Yerim loved any form of sex she could get.

Yerim loved being in control whenever she gave you blowjobs, this however was not going to be one of those moments. She secretly loved being dominated. You grabbed her beautiful brown hair and formed a makeshift ponytail. You dictated the pace at which she sucked your cock, making her bob up and down to a rhythm you chose. You loved hearing Yerim gag because of your cock, her muted screams of pleasure unable to be loudly heard. After releasing her sloppy mouth, she began to catch her breath as you lifted up her tired body and pushed her onto the bed. She giggled as you jumped on top of her and gave her a kiss. She unhooked her bra and tossed it on the floor. You grabbed onto her beautiful thighs, massaging them as you slowly spread her slender legs apart.

“Look at how wet you are already. This isn’t very ladylike” you quietly hummed as you parted her beautiful pink lips. Yerim liked to keep herself cleanly shaved, you told her it tickled whenever it would brush against your nose.

You traced the juices that were beginning to leak out of her and popped them into your mouth. She always tasted so sweet. You loved when she was wet for you. You rubbed both lips for a bit to tease her before inserting your middle finger slowly inside her. Yerim let out a loud moan as your finger entered and exited her. Her body began to move with your finger, her screams getting louder every time you inserted another finger. Your left hand massaged her breasts, extremely soft and just large enough for you to squeeze. You played with her erecting nipples, loving how they caused her to moan.

“Holy fuck... oppa... Your fingers are so wonderful” Yerim shyly moaned, as she occasionally put a hand over her mouth in order to prevent your neighbors from hearing. You didn’t want to deny such a pretty girl her wish, so you continued to finger her. Her painfully tight walls wrapped themselves around you. You removed your other hand from her breast and used it to part her lips even more. Your thumb ran circles around her clitoris. Yerim let out her loudest screams of the night. Her entire body was twitching, wanting more. You held her legs in place as she stretched her neck out. She was enjoying being pleasured by you.

“Oh, fuck!” she screamed as your three fingers pulled out of her, just in time as her orgasm arrived. Yerim was a squirter, and tonight was no different. Her juices stained the bedsheets, your thighs and stomach, some of it even managed to hit the mirror across your room. Her body began heaving as her orgasm winded down. You teased her even more by giving her still wet pussy a deep kiss.

Yerim was thoroughly wet for you. Now that you prepared her, it was time for the real thing. You spread her legs once more as your tip hit her entrance several times. She moaned as you gave her a satisfied smirk. Her eyes were weak, pleading for you to enter her already.

“Good girls deserve to be punished. By being fucked until they can’t walk the next day” you said as you entered her love cavern. Both of you moaned in satisfaction, you closed your eyes as inch by inch penetrated her. She was extremely wet from her orgasm, allowing for easy entrance. You inserted yourself halfway before pulling out. Yerim yelped in surprise when you immediately inserted yourself fully inside. She closed her eyes and let out loud moans as you began to fuck her. You stopped a few times, trying to establish a rhythm good enough for the both of you. You listened to her moans, trying to find which one was the loudest. Her voice gradually increased in volume as you became rougher.

Yerim’s extremely pink pussy was beginning to be explored by your red tip. Each thrust made you want to go deeper and deeper. Your hands held onto her hips for support so that you could pound her to your heart’s content. Yerim’s screams filled the quiet room and complimented the squelchy sounds your bodies were making. You wanted her to look at you, but her eyes remained close a majority of the time. You couldn’t blame her though, the feeling was euphoric for both of you. Yerim loved being a bottom, she found it sexy whenever you took control.

“Fuck, you’re so tight!” you said as one of your hands slapped her breast. She let out a moan as her eyes finally opened. She looked at you weakly as you continued roughly fucking her.

“Keep fucking me! Just like that... oh fuck, you feel so good” she screamed, as you slapped her breast again. She was so ladylike whenever you two were in public, most people would be surprised at how much she loved dirty talking in the bedroom.

“Pound this bad girl’s slutty pussy! Fuck me like the slut I am!”

Hearing her dirty talk ignited a newfound drive in you, welling inside your body. She never thought of herself that way literally, but knew you both were turned on whenever she said such vulgar things. Your hips rocked back and forth as she felt you stretching her out. Your hands now held onto her neck as you softly began to choke her.

“Look at wet oppa’s slut is!” you moaned as your sweat dripped onto her milky white body. You felt your release fast approaching.

“I love when you fuck me like I’m some cheap whore, oppa!” Yerim screamed as she smiled naughtily at you. “A whore who deserves to be punished by her master”

Your stamina was beginning to deplete as you felt your limit approaching. You thrusted into her several more times roughly before she gripped onto your waist and pushed you deep inside her. Your load sprayed deep inside her, spreading all over her warm and wet walls. Both of you moaned in ecstasy as your head throbbed inside her, releasing until you felt there was nothing left to give. Both of you panted deeply as she grabbed your face and gave you a tender kiss. You pulled your cock out of her, Yerim moaning as her bright red freshly fucked pussy began to leak out your white present.

One load was never enough for a slut like Yerim. It was now nighttime as your phone on the nightstand began to ring. You raised your head just high enough to see who it was from. Jeon Heejin.

“Heejin’s probably wondering where you are” you said, as you were currently inside Yerim. She was currently on all fours on your bed, her soft ass rippling every time it came into contact with your stomach. You doubt she heard or even cared what you were saying as she was too horny while being fucked. You smacked one of her cheeks loudly, causing her to yelp from the stinging pain.

“Hi, Heejin” you said, slapping Yerim’s ass once more.

“Oppa!” Heejin was a cute girl you met one day who introduced you to Yerim. You were close to her and her friend, Kim Hyunjin.

“Oppa, are you busy? The girls want you to come over for drinks!”

“Right now?” you asked as you began to think of excuses of why you’d be late. You couldn’t just say you were currently inside their friend.

“I, uh...”

“Wait, are you fucking Yerim?” she asked you suddenly. You were surprised, how did she know? The call went silent as both of you heard the squelching sounds coming from Yerim’s wet pussy. Yerim’s unique voice could be heard even through her erotic moans.

“You are fucking her! No wonder she’s not here with us right now” Heejin teased. “What position are you fucking her in?”

You sighed. You certainly didn’t expect Heejin to be so vulgar or smart about knowing Yerim’s whereabouts.

“She’s being fucked doggy” you said as you slapped Yerim’s ass once more. She let out a loud moan as you continued fucking her.

“That sounds so hot, oppa! I want to be fucked like that by you too!” Heejin said cheerfully.

“Yerim’s getting fucked? I want to get fucked by oppa! Oppa, it’s Sooyoung! Why haven’t you fucked me yet?”

Amidst the complaints from the girls about whose turn was it to have sex with you first, you groaned as Yerim began to fuck herself onto you.

“We’ll be there in a few hours” you quietly moaned to Heejin.

“Wait, no! It’s okay! I’ll just come over and feel that hard cock pound my pussy!” Heejin said.

Yerim’s walls began to constrict your cock, squeezing tightly. You knew she was about to cum soon. You powered on, your own orgasm soon approaching. You slapped her ass as Yerim began to scream.

“So it’s settled! I’m coming over to get some dick” Heejin said, not caring that she was listening to another woman get fucked by you. “We’re almost done here anyways, how does 10 sou-”

“I’m cumming, Yerim” you groaned as you put your phone on speaker and dropped it on the bed.

You pulled out of Yerim as she got on her stomach and took your cock inside her mouth. Several bobs were all that it took as you pushed her head down and released. You groaned loudly as her walls were painted with your white present, mirroring what occurred hours ago. You slapped your cock on her tongue a few times as she crinkled her eyes. You watched as she tilted her head up and saw your load travel down her throat. She took your tip inside her mouth a few more times to clean up the last remaining traces of cum.

“Oh fuck...” you moaned.

“That was pretty hot, oppa. Did you make her swallow?”

You forgot you were still on a call with Heejin. Knowing her, she put it on speaker for all to hear.

“Yeah...” you weakly responded.

“No, you can’t come over! The only thing coming here is oppa inside my mouth and pussy!” Yerim yelled.

“You’re not the only slut who likes cum!” Heejin yelled back as she ended the call.

You laid on your bed, exhausted. Yerim was back on her stomach as she took your slowly erecting cock back into her mouth. She gave soft kisses on your tip before sucking sensually. You stared at her beautiful big eyes and smiled.

“If Heejin’s coming over, I better drain as much as I can from you” she said as she slapped your shaft on her cheeks.

“You know Heejin’s my girlfriend, right?” You said as you stroked Yerim’s head softly.

“Yeah, but I give better head than her” Yerim replied as she licked your tip, cleaning off your precum.

“Well...”

She shot a mock angry look at you.

“I’m just teasing. Although Hyejoo’s bust is looking big these days” you said.

“Well then... I’ll just have to show you why those two losers don’t compare to me” Yerim said as she stroked your cock several times before climbing onto your lap.

“By the time Heejin arrives, you won’t even remember her name. This cock is mine” she said in a cute voice as you both moaned from Yerim lowering herself onto you.

It was going to be a long, cum filled night.

#asks #loona smut #loona #choerry #choi yerim

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crystalsexarch · 3 years ago

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Seventeen: Destruct - E

He has seen her do terrible, extraordinary things. Were she anyone but the Warrior of Light, they would surely call for her destruction.

He's also seen her masturbate.

Ambiguous female WoL. G'raha Tia has figured out where the Warrior of Light takes time for herself. He decides to take some time for himself, too.

Also on AO3.

Part of the 2021 FFXIV Writing Challenge

He has seen her do terrible, extraordinary things. Were she anyone but the Warrior of Light, they would surely call for her destruction.

Within a week of her appearance at the find, G'raha Tia came to associate acts of great violence with a devilish laugh. Where others might've warded unruly hippogryphs away, she punished them at the call of a cackle and a leap of faith. He'd seen her fell ten enemies with a single slash, burgeoning with aether. He’d seen her rocket through the air like a fiendish fireball, bloody lance in hand. He’d seen her rend and cleave and kill and—

He'd also seen her masturbate.

The first time, he thought he was hallucinating. He was walking along the lakeside, picking up pretty rocks when he saw something like a siren reclining on a mound of water-worn stone. She wasn’t wearing her armor, nor her trademark helmet. In fact, her trousers had been tugged off of one leg entirely to hang at the side. At first his tail whipped with fearful suspicion—was she in danger? Was she hurt? And then he saw the rough rhythm of her fingers up and down between her legs.

All his breath left his body, along with the bulk of his balance. By some miracle he stayed on his feet and kept himself from combusting on the spot. She was smiling! Not a care in the world, bare and unabashed! Once G'raha got his footing, he wandered back the way he came, somehow making it to his tent without anyone noticing the shapely outline at his groin. There was only one reasonable way to get rid of it, and he did so with just a few quick strokes and a well-placed tissue.

It would be misleading to say G’raha simply stumbled upon her again. By then he’d probably jacked off more than half a dozen times and driven himself half mad in so doing. With every orgasm, his fantasy went further; his lips on her nipples, her hand groping his cock, his cum filling her cunt. Each night he would finish, sweaty, panting, and wide-eyed. He would stare at the floor and wonder how he might excise this profoundly unprofessional attachment. For a while, his accidental obsession plagued him even more than his headaches. He started taking walks again. And he tended toward a certain path.

One day, he passed the stone where he’d first seen her working for her pleasure. Her spot was empty. Feeling both relief and disappointment, he kept walking and kicked a few pieces of driftwood on the way.

On his way back, however, her half-naked form once again occupied the area. She had her knees up and her legs spread wide. From his spot around the corner, he couldn't see her hole but he could hear it, slick and wet as she fucked it with her fingers. Without thinking, he gripped his filling cock through the fabric of his trousers and squeezed. The wanting, the aching was so painfully immediate. He was doomed to come the moment he felt the warmth of his own hands and imagined how much warmer her body might feel around him.

Shamed, he waited for her to leave before making the solemn trip back to camp that time. Laundry day came early.

A wise man would've chosen a different walking path or changed his habits. G'raha needed to spend more effort on tomes and relics, but every time he settled into his tent, his red eye would ache like an icepick. The walks gave him temporary solace, the stones he found made pretty souvenirs, and the sights he collected? They made compelling memories, selfish as he was for indulging in them every night and morning.

But he could be a selfish man. He could be bold. The third time he saw her at the rock, he walked right out into the open, right into her line of sight, like he was confronting some ancient enemy. He knew very well she could kill him if she wanted to, but he had the most uncanny feeling that destiny wouldn't want to find a substitute to fill his role. He had a feeling he’d survive the encounter.

Her hand came to a gentle stop between her thighs. She didn’t say a word, but she did look at him at least. With a single eyebrow raised, she seemed more like a bored adventurer than a deadly dragoon. Something about the slightest quirk of her lips—something haunting in the electric shade of her eyes suggested words that went unspoken: well? And?

He looked to the lake for a moment, then rectified his mistake; this was suddenly a game of wills, and he didn't want to blink. He fingered his belt buckle and shifted his weight, trying to remember what confidence tasted like.

It probably tasted like her. When he reaffirmed his intent to gaze upon her nearly naked body, her little sneer grew twice as mischievous. She shuffled on the rock and spread her legs again, made her hips even with his across the way. For the first time he had a perfect view of her opening, glistening and swollen.

He wanted more than anything to pump her to completion. She was a hero, sure, but she had an emptiness he was capable of filling The proof was yalms ahead, pulsing before his very eyes. If only it could pulse beneath his fingers or around his cock. If she was letting him look, would she let him get away with more someday? In the heat of the moment, he thought it was a worthy gamble.

So he lost the belt. Just undid it and ripped it from the loops, tossed it aside. He wanted to look calm and confident for the next steps, so he took a deep breath before going for the fly of his pants. It was a bit like showing off, this act, so he slipped his cock out with a little twist of his tail and a loose, casual stroke. As if this weren't a big deal. As if this weren't the hardest his heart had ever pounded outside of direct mortal peril. Fully on display, he didn’t think he had anything to be ashamed of. He prayed he didn’t have anything to be ashamed of.

She narrowed her eyes and waited for him to stop moving. Only then did she let her gaze drop to his chest, his waist, beyond. Whatever she saw, it didn’t keep her from smiling, nor from hooking a finger between her lips and plucking upwards.

G’raha exhaled, his mouth holding a circle. He had his dick out in the middle of the shore, shaft hard and slit pointed skyward, but hells if he didn’t feel good about it. He might not have been a predator, but he didn’t think he passed for prey either. As she thumbed her clit, he dropped to a squatting position and tugged at his cock a few times, wondering whether words might ruin the moment.

What would he say? Let me handle that or let me fuck you. Let me finish inside. He could see it so plainly in his mind’s eye, the sight of her dripping with white and still not full enough for satisfaction. Let me breed you, came one especially foolish impulse. Primal, rooted deep in biology. And yet he felt it in his balls. He curled a fist around his base and steeled himself against the need to spill that very instant.

He survived long enough to keep stroking. She rubbed herself faster.

From there he moved so slowly, like he was trying to notch a silent arrow before a seldom-seen beast. She paid him almost no mind at all, fingering herself the same way she had before he came out of the shadows. He watched with every part of his body, cock coaxed to full length and attentive. As she spread herself with one hand and fucked herself with the other, he dabbed at the precum building at his head and slicked it down his length as best he could.

He wanted so badly to watch her come first. He'd made it so far without coloring the shore with his seed. Maybe he should've called himself lucky and gone into premature bliss with a smile on his face, but instead he whined and twisted his lips at the first unhappy spurt of cum. The jerk of his hips was ugly, strong enough to send him lurching forward. He placed his free hand on the ground to keep himself from toppling over completely. Stroking out the last of his release, his head darted up to check her reaction.

Well, he might not've been smiling, but she certainly was.

When she came moments later, she raised herself up on her heels and rocked into the curl of her hand, feverishly flicking back and forth. It was a long and frenzied climax, full of sighs and laughter. That cackle—it was the same one he'd heard echoing ahead in the Labyrinth of the Ancients, the same that many came to know before blacking out for good. For all the heat on G'raha's cheeks, the idea brought a cold chill to his spine. That and the breeze helped him remember where he was and how vulnerable he was while doing it.

While his hands stuttered in trying to get his dick back in his pants, the Warrior slipped easily into decency—smalls, trousers, and tunic back on in the blink of an eye. He was barely standing by the time she patted her thighs and turned over her shoulder. "Tomorrow!" she said.

"Tomorrow?"

But it was too late. She hunkered down in that dangerous way dragoons do, before launching herself over the side of the mound and onward. She was gone.

Around that time, his muscles started to ache, tired from holding the same ungraceful squat long enough to drain himself of semen. Were it not for an incriminating patch of ground before his feet, he might've been able to convince himself the whole thing didn't happen. And would it happen again? Tomorrow? He rubbed his forehead with the back of his arm and took a deep breath. Research. He should return to his research.

On his way back, he tread a bit heavier and with more unsteadiness in his gait. His footsteps looked uneven in the silt of Silvertear. For the rest of the night, his thighs hurt like hells...but for some reason his head didn't.

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rosesvioletshardy · 4 years ago

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can we do it? - billy/four - chapter 6

this story is almost to being done, not sure how many chapter i exactly want to do but it’s close to finishing but i’ll try to add something at the end.

also i’m very sorry by how terrible the beginning of this chapter is i stayed up all night writing it and i’m very tired so i’m not sure if it’s fully edited or how many mistakes there are

summary: one team, seven people, two lovers. things are about to get crazy and zero and four don’t know if they can manage do it.

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# of words:2,486 (little shorter than last one sorry)

warnings: (terrible) SMUT (please don’t read if you’re not 18+), oral (m receiving), fluff, angst, substance use???

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All throughout the night, Four couldn’t sleep. He kept tossing and turning, unable to get the thought of almost dying out of his head. Usually he had no problem the first time when he first met One and Zero, but for some reason this time it became worse. He got up and sat on the bed, running his hands over his hands and face before looking around and going to his bag. Four searched around for a bit, since it was dark and the only light he had was from the windows, before he found what he was looking for and went outside. He didn’t smoke often, just when he was stressed and needed to relax. He loved seeing other cities at night because of how each of them always had different energies and different lighting structures. As he was smoking, Zero felt cold before turning and felt an empty spot next to her. She got out of the bed to see a figure smoking on the balcony before realizing it was Four. She shook her head and got out and went to wrap her arms around his waist. He turned his head to find her behind him before she let go and went to his side. They stood there in quiet as he breathed in the smoke and exhaled.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked

“Didn’t have my heater with me. What about you? Was it because of what happened?” she asked him, rubbing his shoulder concerned. He didn’t answer and stood quiet smoking which meant that he was.

“I overheard.”

“What?”

“I overheard what you said just before you guys stopped. You said, “I’m not going to watch another person I love die.”. Is it true? Do you love me?” he asked not even looking at her while putting his cigarette out

“Of course, but it’s a different kind of love and I haven’t truly felt it before with someone. I didn’t even realize at the moment. Look. There's something I need to tell you. He’s going to kill me for this but, Six, he was my brother. We’ve been through everything through thick and thin. He was my best friend, and the best older brother. Seeing him die made me want to shut away from everything and never even bother to feel again. Then, that one night, I felt something but I disregarded it, and kept ignoring everything. You kept charming your way into my heart and I let you in. a few hours ago is when I said it out loud for the first time. Hell, I even pulled a gun on three making him stop the car.” she said making four let out a small laugh

“You pulled a gun on someone? I would’ve loved to see that.” he said smiling

“Yeah, I did, but I didn't want to hold it in any longer. I didn’t want to say something that could’ve been too late, but it’s not too late now. I love you Four.” she finished

Four looked at her with a small smile on his face before looking down. He left out a small laugh before lifting his head, and grabbing her face to kiss her. She pulled him in as she took one of her hands to hold his face. When they broke away, their foreheads touched as they breathed heavily.

“I love you Zero.” he told her

“One more thing i wanted to ask you” he asked after a moment of silence as she nodded

“Earlier, when you ran off to the bathroom? Are you okay?”

She stood there in silence because she didn’t know exactly what it is and they didn’t know when they were going to be finished so that Five would be able to test her

“Yeah, it was probably just nerves or something bad I ate. No need to worry.” she told him as he nodded and looked back over the city

The two stood in silence, staring at each other before kissing each other again with more passion as they walked back into their room, trying not to trip or hit anything. When they reached the bed, she took off his shirt as she broke away from the kiss and started to kiss against his jaw and neck before finding his sweet spot as he moaned. He laid down on the bed as Zero sat on his lap as they connected their lips again. After moments of kissing, he was about to flip her over before she stopped him

“No. Tonight, it’s all about you.” she whispered looking into his eyes

She broke away and began to leave light feathery kissing against his neck, his breath hitching as one of her hands reached down and began to palm him through his sweats, already hard. He let out a groan, Zero leaving marks over his collarbones. While pressing kisses down his chest, she pushed down his sweats along with his underwear. His cock laid against his stomach, as pre-cum glistened at the head. She wrapped her hand around it and started to slide it up and down slowly. Four couldn’t help but let out a groan as his eyes closed and let out a small “fuck” while his chest rose and fell heavily. She leant down and gave a kiss to his head and licked underneath causing him to let out a gasp.

She slid her lips over his head, moaning before taking him even sliding down even further. Bobbing her head up and down, hands around his dick as he lightly grabbed her head and pushed her down further.

“Fuck. I’m so close.” he barely whispered

She continued to bob her head as he tried to hold in his moans as she began to suck harder, working his shaft with determination.

“I’m going to cum, fuck.” he told her as hold ropes of cum shot out of his cock. The salty liquid ran down her throat, warming her insides as she pulled away with a pop. Four looked at her in awe as she moved away to take off his shirt that she was wearing. Leaving her in her underwear, she began to grind on him as one of his hands reached for one of her breasts as she moaned when he did so. He hooked his fingers from his other hand around her underwear, signaling her to take it off. When she took it off, she grabbed his cock and lined herself up as the tip touched her. She slowly sank down as small whimpers left her mouth as he applied pressure to her clit.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Are you okay?” he groaned hitting his head against the headboard, his bottom lip between his teeth as she seated down on him, his cock buried inside her with his hands now tightly set on her waist, enough to leave small bruises

“I’m fine. I’m okay, just want to make up for the plane ride”

“Well woman, you’re doing a lot more.”

Zero started to roll her hips, letting out small breaths of relief and a breathy moan against his neck. Her hand moved from his shoulder all the way down to her clit where she started to rub herself. Four was letting out moans of her name as she bounced up and down on him while he thrusted up. His hands loosened the grips on her waist, now one to her ass and the other caressing one of her nipples, sending a shockwave of pleasure. She leant down so that both of their foreheads were touching as they continued to move in sync

“Oh this feels so good, baby girl.”

“Does it?” she asked panting and moaning, while whispering dirty things in his ears making him thrust into her harder, moans and groans coming out from the both of them

His hand moved down to her clit and started to massage it, as Zero was panting, all while repeating his name and small whimpers in between

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” she whimpered as he began to get more rough against her core

“Shit, i’m so close. Do you want to cum?

“Yes. yes, i do.”

“You’re such a good girl. Let go” he whispered to her before kissing her as she became undone, letting out a whine

“Only for you baby. Please fill me up, fuck. Come inside me.” she told him, voice shaky

“Shit, baby”

Four gave a few more thrusts before he released inside of her. His cum coating her walls, a warm sensation filling inside of her as they breathed heavily, a thin layer of sweat covering their bodies as they pressed their foreheads together.

“I love you”

“I love you too”

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As their breathing died down, it was quiet. This time the sex felt different for them, as if there was more emotion and they felt more connected. He looked down at her and kissed her head as she took his calloused hand and began to trace the tattoos that scattered his knuckles, kissing each of them.

“What do they mean?” she asked him, looking back into his green eyes

“Not sure, just felt like getting them. I think my favorite one is the lion’s nose. Makes me feel stronger.” he told her as she flipped over onto her stomach

“Lion’s nose? I always thought it was a whale tail?” she laughed causing his to smile

“Well i guess it kind of does look like one, but yeah it’s a nose.”

“Do you think the rest of this mission is going to go the way it’s planned?” “No. remembered what happened several hours ago? Whatever happens, just know we’re in it together and we always have each other's backs.” he told her giving her a peck and holding her hand

“C’mon, we should get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow.” he finished as Zero went back to her original position and laying next to him, holding him

“Night, four.”

“Night Zero”

The next morning they knew they had to get up earlier so Four can go back to his room after covering up the markings they made on each other. After their talk the night before, they didn’t care as to what One thought about them or if he didn’t allow it. They both found someone who cares about them and they didn’t want that to be torn away from them.

The team gathered in the same spot where they gathered before but in an empty truck further out where no one can fully see them. Four grabbed Murat out and took him inside where they all were. Before they started to talk, One got mad at Seven and Zero for the stunt they pulled the night before claiming that they should’ve left Four behind.

“This shit isn’t sitting right with me, man. You made me a promise. You said you’d always let me pull the trigger.” seven told one

“Yeah. yeah. I did say that.” One said

“You remember that?!” Seven asked, grabbing One by the collar and pushing him up against the wall.

“You know why we don’t use names?”

“Why?”

“No offense, Four, I’m glad you’re alive, but you left us out on that street there. We were totally exposed. The both of you.” One told Seven and Zero pointing at them

“If i was up there, I’d expect you to leave me and not turn back. Mission is more important than the man. We were lucky enough to get the footage at any possible camera available removed.” he finished

“No, fuck that. Fuck the mission. You don’t leave a soldier behind.”

“Well, I got news for you. Seven, you’re not a soldier anymore. She’s not a hacker. She’s not a doctor. She’s not a spy. He’s not a hitman. And I'm not a CEO.” “You mean a rich asshole?” Zero interrupted

“Oh i’m still a rich asshole sweetheart. I just don’t have a name.” he said looking at her

“You are. What’s your name?” Seven asked Four. he looked at him, Zero, and One before saying his name before this life happened

“Don’t tell him.”

“I’m Blaine. I just saved your life. What’s your name?” Seven or Blaine told Four as he took a moment

“It’s Billy.” he said. Zero looked at him even though she already knew. He still did look like one every time she glanced over at him

“Billy. You look like a Billy.”

“You look like a Four.” One interrupted

“And you? You said you loved him. So, what’s your name?” Blaine asked Zero

“Y/N.”

“Yeah I can see that.”

“I’m Javier”

“Camille”

“Amelia.”

“God dammit. Okay we’re leaving now. Four, Zero. I need to talk to you.” One said in a demanding tone as everyone looked at them then left

One didn’t even know where to start as the two stood next to each other as he paced back and forth. Every now and then he would stop and point as if he did think of something to say before going back to doing what he was doing. Billy and Y/N didn’t know what to do besides stand next to each other and subtly brush their fingers against each other to make sure they’re both alright and not have their hearts bust out of their chests from how fast it was beating

“Mad doesn’t even cut it to how angry I am right now. Did the two of you not listen to a single thing I said?” One asked flailing his hands everywhere

“Oh my god. This is why I don't want shit like this to happen. How long?” he finished while rubbing his temples while the two stood silent before speaking

“Since you, two, and three went to Vegas. That was our first time sleeping with each other.” Billy answered truthfully. One couldn’t but just let out a deep sigh while running his hand through his hand

“Jesus. I can’t control this group.” he whispered to himself

“Okay. I know I’ve been against things like this since the beginning of this group, but if you two break up and it ends badly, I’m not going to say I told you so. Be careful about this.” he finished pointing at both of them before walking away and leaving the two standing there.

All Billy and y/n could do was stare at each other before grabbing each other’s hands and following. They both knew what the other was thinking and told themselves from the beginning that if they decided to end things, it should be mutual and they would talk out every single one of their problems. She wanted him to feel like he was in a safe space and didn’t have to hide his feelings deep down and he wanted her to know that focusing on herself was okay and that she didn’t always need to pretend that her feelings weren’t valid and always play the therapist role.

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hyperpsychomaniac · 3 years ago

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Bonding Exercise - Chapter 3

DT 17 Fanfiction

Summary: Scrooge is sick of Della and Launchpad fighting over the Sunchaser, which is costing him money, so he sends them on a 40 hour flight and orders them to sort out their differences.

Chapter 1

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Della groaned and hoisted herself up off the floor. She wiped her beak and blinked at the faint trickle of blood that stained the back of her hand. "Ah, fooey."

"Della?" Launchpad's strained voice came to her. "Della… you… you okay back there?"

Della rubbed at her head. "I… I think so." Her gaze fell on the spine that protruded, some six or more inches, from the back of the pilot's chair, its tip stained red. "On, no, Launchpad." She ran to the front of the cockpit and grasped his arm. "What are you asking about me for? You're…"

Launchpad shifted with a moan, but the spine effectively had him pinned to the pilot's seat. He put a hand to his shoulder and shuddered as his fingertip brushed the jagged edge.

Della pushed his hand back to his lap. "Don't touch it. Let me look…" She prodded carefully about Launchpad's jacket. The material around the puncture was stained red, but he didn't appear to be bleeding heavily. The spine itself wasn't quite in his shoulder but closer to his upper arm. Maybe he was lucky, and all it had gone through was muscle.

Launchpad looked up at the ceiling as she inspected. He didn't complain, but his breathing was heavy. "Della… you got to get this thing out of me."

"I thought you said you couldn't feel it?"

Launchpad managed to fix her with a glare. "Well, I can now." He gulped. "It… it hurts to move. I don't want to be stuck here."

"I'm not sure we should remove it. Not until help gets here."

"Why not?"

"Remember Woodchuck first aid? If something's stuck in, just leave it. You could make the bleeding worse."

Launchpad groaned in resignation. "I… I know. I just taught that kids that like a month ago. The guidebook… it doesn't bother to say you can… you can feel it in there."

"You going to be okay?"

"I'm… uncomfortable. But we only have to wait… for help to come. Right?"

"Yeah." Outside the punctured windshield, the air was still dust red, and the wind howled. Who knew how long the storm would last. Della bit her lip. "I could always go scout around? Depending on how bad it is out there…"

Launchpad grabbed her arm. "No! Don't leave me."

His big hand clamped onto her so tightly, it hurt. Della stared at him.

"Don't leave me stuck in this chair… I… don't leave me alone."

Della pressed her fingers into his hand, and his grip loosened.

"Sorry…"

Della smiled at Launchpad faintly and squeezed his hand in what she hoped was an encouraging way. Like she knew exactly what she was doing and wasn't wondering how the hell she was supposed to get him out of this. "Hey, I get it. It sucks to be alone, especially when you're hurt. I can't go outside until the storm dies down anyway. Listen, I'm just going to go and grab the first aid kit, some food and water, and something to make you more comfortable. But I'll be right back, okay? I'll bring them all up here so I won't need to leave you again."

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Della slung up Launchpad's arm in a sling to keep its weight off his shoulder. She rearranged a couple cushions she'd liberated from the back seats in his lap so he'd have something to lean on and gave him a blanket. It wasn't much. But it at least felt like she'd done something to help him.

Outside, the storm was dying down. But it had also grown dark. Leaving now would still be super dumb, and besides, she'd promised she'd stay. So, once Launchpad had insisted for the third time she'd done enough and he just needed to rest, Della settled herself into the copilot's chair. It would've been comfier on the floor, using the spare cushions. But that didn't seem fair when Launchpad was pinned to his seat. She could afford to nap. The discomfort would at least mean she wouldn't sleep too deeply, and she'd be there if Launchpad needed her. Maybe things would look better in the morning.

In the dim lighting of the cockpit, Launchpad's phone screen flickered on. Della groaned. Why did he keep playing with it? He should be trying to sleep. She briefly considered taking it off him, but he wasn't one of her boys, and she didn't need to mother him. If it was distracting him from the three foot long shaft stuck in his arm, then maybe it was the best possible thing he could be doing.

Della closed her eyes for what seemed only a brief moment.

"Come on, why… why won't you reply!"

Launchpad's desperate plea brought Della snorting awake. He was hunched over his phone. His arm trembled as he tried to both hold the phone and fumble out a message with one hand. "Launchpad? Hey, are you okay?"

"I knew this would happen!"

"Okay, okay, hang on…" Della spilled her blanket and pillows to the floor as she rushed over. This close, she could feel his body heat and smell his sweat. She put a hand to his forehead. He was burning up. "Oh, LP. Are you in pain? Does it hurt worse? What's happening…" She should've stayed awake!

Launchpad shoved the phone at her. "They won't reply!"

"Who… there's no reception."

Launchpad pulled the phone back and clutched it to his chest. He was panting, and he looked at Della with wide, unfocused eyes. "I don't… understand… they… they contacted me! I knew this would happen. I wasn't going to reply; I was just going to ignore them. But I… I wanted to talk to them. I wanted them to say… they missed me, or… But they're never there when I need them!"

"LP, slow down. There's no reception, and..." It wasn't getting through. "There's no reception," Della finished lamely as she pushed his hair from his face. And it was all she could do, and she didn't know what was wrong, and… she drew in a sharp breath. This wasn't Launchpad's usual slowness to grasp the obvious. "I think this thing might be venomous. I'm sorry, I think we need to get it out." Della wasn't entirely sure. Maybe it was just some sort of delayed shock to his body making him sick, but that was just as bad.

"I said we should take it out before!" Launchpad put a hand to the spine. Della felt him tense up as he gathered himself.

"Wait, wait!" She grabbed his hand, and he dug his fingers into hers. "We'll get it out, just… one minute. Let me get the first aid kit, and..." She dropped to the floor, dragged her toolbox out from under the console, and came up with a pair of pliers. She couldn't yank the barb straight out. Its jagged edge hooked back on itself, and they'd do more damage hauling it out the wrong way. "We're going to pull you off it instead of it out of you, okay? Just… hold still."

Della unwrapped the sling from Launchpad's arm and tossed it out of the way. Then she pressed the pliers closed around the spine, as close to his shoulder as she dared. The less spine he had to haul through his shoulder, the better. The spine twanged as the tip snapped off, and Launchpad groaned.

Della cringed. "Sorry."

"I can't… I don't think I can do this. I just… I just want my Mom and Dad to say something back. And… and I don't understand why they won't." Launchpad shuddered as tears spilled over his beak.

His Mom and Dad? Della got down on the floor in front of him, hand on his arm. "Is that who you've been messaging all week?"

Launchpad shook his head. "No. I mean, they… contacted me. But I hadn't messaged them back. Not until… just now. I didn't know what to say! I didn't want to… screw it up. But, I… I knew what would happen. I'd reach out and, and they wouldn't be there." He choked off, and his head dropped, shoulders shuddering.

"LP, I'm sorry…" It didn't tell her everything that was going on. But it explained why he'd been so obsessed with the phone. "You weren't ignoring me. You were just, aw, I'm sorry. I'm sorry they're not here. But I am, okay? I know it's not the same. But I'm going to get you out of this, back to where there's some reception, and then you can send whatever message you want, and your parents… they'll reply, I promise." It wasn't really a promise she could make. But what parent wouldn't? She had to say something to help, and they just had to get out that damned spine.

"Launchpad…" Della squeezed his arm again, hard enough to get him to look at her. "I need your help. First, we're going to pull you off. Then you've got to help me get off your jacket, then you don't have to do anything else, but I'll need to stop the bleeding. You ready for that?"

Launchpad looked at her with tear-filled eyes. But Della was sure she saw something in his gaze harden. "Yeah."

"I'm not sure how many yanks this will take. But don't stop, no matter how much it hurts. Stopping in the middle of everything…" Della gulped. "It doesn't help. It just makes it worse, and you just gotta get it over with, trust me. It's still going to hurt like hell, and… just don't give out on me until we've got you off, okay?"

Launchpad didn't reply, but Della felt him gather himself, then he heaved his whole body forward. He cried out and shuddered to a halt. He'd moved himself inches along the spine; the tip had now disappeared inside his shoulder. Della got a hand around his back.

"Come on, LP…"

Launchpad whimpered, and for a moment, Della thought he was going to check out on her. Then he wrenched himself forward again. His shoulder rammed into her, and they both crashed to the floor.

Della hefted him upright as she dragged the jacket off of him. He swayed, barely able to keep himself upright, and his gulps for air came in ragged gasps. She grabbed up wads of bandages and pressed them to his arm. They were soaked through almost immediately.

This is why they told you not to pull stuff out. Della pressed more bandages against Launchpad's arm, and this time, they didn't immediately soak through. She bound the wad around his upper arm with as many loops of bandage as she could. It was ugly, a big lump, but it wasn't soaking through, which was the whole point.

Finally, Della breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, LP. I think… I think I'm done."

Launchpad's full weight sagged against her, and Della steered him to the ground. He rested his head against her lap. She found she didn't mind. In fact, she put an arm around him without thinking and held him protectively against her. After a few moments, his breathing started to steady, and Della finally felt that maybe, she hadn't mucked up. She'd actually done the right thing getting that thing out of him.

"Della?" Launchpad said weakly.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"There's no reception, huh?"

"No."

"That… makes sense."

"LP, I'm sorry." Della gently pushed his hair from his face with the back of her hand, which wasn't caked in blood. "For everything. You weren't ignoring me. You were just stressing about your Mom and Dad and, and I was just being a jerk. I'm sorry they can't be here for you. I'm sorry you're stuck with me."

Launchpad found her hand and squeezed it gently. "No, I'm… glad you're here."

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Eventually, Della extricated herself from under Launchpad. He was sound asleep, she was getting uncomfortable, and she doubted he wanted to spend the whole night using her robot leg as a pillow. She folded his jacket and slipped it under his head, propped his arm up on a cushion, then pulled a blanket over him.

She used some water to dampen a bandage and cleaned the blood off her hands. Then she went to work on Launchpad. He had blood on his hands and on his arm around Della’s ugly attempt at first aid. She could feel a lump growing in her throat as she worked. Finally, apart from what was under the bandage, she got rid of most of it, and she hurled the soggy dressing out over the cargo bay.

It wasn’t that Della was afraid of blood. If she’d ever been, she’d gotten over any last shred of that on the moon when she’d had to hack off her own leg. But it told of how badly Launchpad had been hurt, and she felt a little better now it was all cleaned up.

Until her gaze fell on the stub of spine still embedded in the pilot’s chair. Congealed blood sagged off its broken end.

Della’s chest heaved. She snatched her pliers off the console and clamped them around the wicked shard which had caused her friend so much pain. She yanked and twisted, growling deep in her throat as her efforts tore up the back of the pilot’s seat, and, finally, she ripped the horrible thing free. She hurled both it and the pliers out over the cargo bay with a yell.

A second later, it hit the metal floor with a loud clang.

Della jerked at the sound, and her gaze shot over to Launchpad. His shoulder rose and fell steadily beneath the blanket. Still sound asleep.

Della sniffed and wiped a hand across her beak, then pressed a hand to her face as tears squeezed from her eyes.

Behind her, the radio crackled to life. “Come in, Cloud… chaser… sun… McDuck plane, bloody hell, we’ve just picked up your wreckage… is anyone alive in there? Please respond!”

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Chapter 4

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syilcawrites · 4 years ago

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archived memories | 11 (end)

Series: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild Type: Multi-Chapter Main pairing: Zelink (Zelda and Link) Rated: T Tags/Genre: pre-calamity, fluff (middle chapters mostly), hurt (toward the last chapters lmao), pining

Summary: bits and pieces of zelink scenes strewn in between the canon memories in botw!

Snippet from Ch 11: “He shifted—painstakingly slow, but he opened his eyes again, with effort.”

A/N: Between Memory 12-13 No more fluff :( tw; blood, violence

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chapter 11: loss of innocence (end)

His grip on her wrist was iron tight, as if the next time she slipped from his grasp, she’d never return. Zelda tried to keep up with his pace against the slosh of mud, against the hard rain pattering heavily down on them, just trying. Trying to get away, to go somewhere.

She did not let herself cry for long when his fingers first slipped from her wrist—time didn’t permit her to grieve over her fallen friends, not when the Guardians were hot on their heels.

“Link, I don’t think it’s wise to head to Akkala Citadel,” Zelda insisted, tugging her arm back to get his attention. He slowed down a little, pulling her close as they took refuge behind a large rock.

“What do you mean?” he asked, breathless. “It has one of the best defenses.”

“That’s exactly why we shouldn’t go there. That’s going to be the place where they’ll probably head to after.” Zelda wiped the blood on his chin with her palm, frowning. “Additionally, the path there would be too dangerous for the both of us to traverse.” Her eyes searched for signs of fatigue on him—he was good at masking his pain, but there was always a limit. Hero or not, there was always one.

He looked distraught at her words. His lips moved in a silent whisper to himself, probably trying to string his thoughts together before he spoke them to her.

“Hateno—“ they both said together.

“We can also get your family to safety,” Zelda said quickly. “I know you must be concerned to death about them.”

“…I trust my dad enough to take care of Aryll. She’ll keep him in check too,” Link said, but it was evident that he was trying to ease his own worry for them.

“Regardless,” Zelda insisted, “I want to… to at least protect them. I’d feel better if we could also take them to a safer location.”

Link mustered up a half smile.

They both flinched as the sound of the Guardian’s appeared once more, echoing incessantly throughout the storm around them, forcing them out of their breath of rest. Without a moments notice, they were up and running again, as Zelda strained to see what was ahead of them—the mist from the endless rain had obscured much of what she could see.

As they continued to run, Link snatched up a battered shield off of a fallen Hylian soldier and quickly latched it around his other arm. Her gaze lingered on the body as she passed by him—the soldier was laying face down in the mud, limp and gray. She wondered who he was, if he had a family. If he… if he—

She rammed into Link’s shoulder as he suddenly halted to a stop, his grip on her wrist loosening.

“What—“

Suddenly he dropped forward to one knee, bending over, clawing at his left shoulder as a hiss escaped his lips.

“Link!” Zelda gasped, running around to bend down in front of him. The first thing she noticed was pain and… and fear swimming in his eyes. Her gaze shifted from his eyes to his shoulder; an arrow—

Her heart leapt to her throat as he grabbed her and shoved her down under him, shielding her body. Arrows whizzed above them as Link held the crumbling shield over them before twisting to the side, forcing them to roll down the muddy hill as they avoided another volley of arrows.

They tumbled down blindly, and the only thing she could hear was the sound of snapping branches and ear piercing cackles of laughter mixing in with the pounding of the pouring rain. They tumulted into the darkness of the shrubbery at the bottom of the hill, her eyes searching wildly for some semblance of familiarity in their surroundings. They broke through some bushes, and it slowed their tumbling to a stop into a small clearing.

“Are you okay?” he whispered against her ear.

Upon hearing his voice, Zelda sucked in a sharp breath of air, reminding herself to breath. She let out a strangled sound of affirmation, finding herself unable to speak. As she wiped the rain from her eyes, he lifted himself up from her on his elbows, flinching. The shaft of the arrow had broken off during their tumble, and as he flipped over onto his back he tore the rest of it out.

“Why would you—Link you know you’re not supposed to do that!” Zelda sputtered, hastily scrambling up and pressing her hands against his wound instinctively. “What if you tore something!” She glanced at the arrow that he had tossed aside—

Her heart dropped.

She looked back again, staring at it a bit longer, at the tip of the arrow. There were hints of green mixed in with the blood that coated it, as if… as if…

She pulled down the collar of his shirt, ignoring his weak hands trying to stop her. A sickly green pulsated from the wound, and it continued to spread with marks like violent veins. Her lips quivered as she continued to stare at it.

What could she do? What was it? What kind of poison? From an animal? Insect? Monster parts? A mix? She needed to test it, but… but where could she even go to make an antidote?

More time.

She needed more—

Link forced her head down against his chest with one hand as he hastily brought the Master Sword up above them with the other—Zelda violently flinched as the sound of metal on metal clashed above her, the blades grazing the top of her head. He grunted as he parried the blade away from them, quickly standing as he dragged her up with him, pulling her behind him.

Her eyes darted back and forth around the dark denseness of the forest that was beginning to swallow them up—her ears heard one thing in the corner, but her eyes saw another in the opposite direction, and it seemed as if no matter where she was looking the Yiga Footsoldiers were everywhere, surrounding them.

“There’s only three,” Link whispered to her, breaking her out of her thoughts. “We can get out of this.”

“How do you know?” she whispered back, her voice trembling with each word. “I—they’re everywhere, I can’t—“ She couldn’t focus; not with the pounding rain and the sounds of their laughter reverberating around the both of them, invading her thoughts.

“Last combat training lesson for the day,” he said, trying to make his voice light as they continued to take slow steps back. “Try to only focus on the sounds around you. Let each sound filter through first.”

Zelda would’ve laughed if she wasn’t terrified half to death. She let out a strained exhale, focusing on his back as she willed herself to calm her racing heart. She pulled up her dress, searching for the harness that was strapped around her thigh. Once her fingers found the handle to the dagger, she unsheathed it, holding it firmly in her grip, just like he taught her.

Separate the rain, the sound of their breathing, the rustle of the leaves on the trees and brush shifting around them.

Separate them, and…

They both stiffened as they glanced ahead. Link drew up his shield, blocking a strike from one of the Yiga Footsoldiers. But then another came rushing to his side, and his grip on the shield was flimsy due to his seeping strength from the poison running through his veins—he struggled against the onslaught of the two Yiga Footsoldiers, their movements fast and sharp—quicker than Link could follow. The shield was beginning to crack and break, and Link’s movements had become noticeably sluggish as he struggled to keep the both of them shielded from getting sliced up.

Her ear twitched as a sound came from her left—the third Yiga Footsoldier dashed toward her, his blade held up high as it began closing in on her neck. She stood there stiff and wide-eyed, frozen in place.

Move.

She grit her teeth, raising her wrist up at the incoming swing as she bared for impact. The blade of the Yiga Footsoldier slammed against her metal wristlet, scraping as they both struggled against each other’s weight—he paused, his mask shifting from her raised arm to her face, as if he was surprised by the block. A snarl ripped out of her as she swung her dagger at his waist, tearing through cloth and flesh with a sickening squelch, his blood splattering over her hand. He stepped back, but she advanced forward, forcing the dagger in deeper, further, until she could feel her hand press against the open wound.

He tore away from her, and as he did so, the handle of the dagger slipped from her grasp. The other two Yiga Footsoldiers appeared next to him, just as bloodied and beaten up from slash marks that Link must’ve inflicted upon them. They gripped the arms of their wounded ally, holding him up as they took slow steps back.

Zelda stared at them as her bloodied hand trembled. The red dripped onto the damp grass beneath her, mixing in with the dirt. She didn’t look away until the three of them disappeared into the air without a trace.

“Zelda,” Link said softly. Her breathing stilled as he grasped her bloody hand, and her once narrowed vision widened as she shifted her gaze to his face.

She stared at him, her hand tightening around his as she simply gazed at the blood dripping from his cuts and wounds, at the bruises blooming over his ashen skin. “We gotta move.”

“But your wound,” Zelda said, her voice trembling. Her other hand hovered over his shoulder, unsure of what to do.

“Later. We need to keep going,” Link said quietly, rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb. “Did you get hit?” he asked, smoothing her tangled hair away from her face with his free hand. Before she even answered, he was already checking her body for any wounds.

She shook her head curtly, glancing back down at the hand he was still holding. The rain had washed away most of the blood, but she swore she could still see red staining her fingers. The rain couldn’t wash away everything, and his hands couldn’t either.

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The rain pattered on endlessly, and the further they advanced, the heavier his breathing got.

“Link, if the poison doesn’t kill you the blood loss will. Let me at least cover the wound,” Zelda insisted, tugging his hand back to stop him from pressing forward. Reluctantly he obliged, and they sat down behind a broken down house.

She gathered the skirt of her dress, roving through it to find the cleanest part that wasn’t drenched with dirt, and ripped.

“What are you—“

“I don’t know,” she responded, her voice thick with hopelessness. She needed to do something, and this was all she could do. She turned toward him, fumbling with the ripped cloth. Her eyes widened as she noticed that the green veins had begun crawling over his shoulder down to his back, as if it was wrapping itself around his skin. At the rate it was spreading…

She searched his face with wide eyes, but he wasn’t looking at her, he was looking somewhere past her, as if he was daydreaming. His eyes fluttered sleepily. It worried her.

“You said my name,” she whispered, hoping that conversation would keep him awake.

“You wouldn’t look at me otherwise,” he said, laughing weakly. “I should’ve done it earlier, I like saying your name.” He winced as she began wrapping the cloth around his injury. An apology was at the tip of her tongue, until he spoke again.

“Zelda, Zelda, Zelda…” he muttered, closing his eyes briefly. When he opened them again, she saw only herself reflected in the vast blueness of them.

“You’re an absolute mess, did you know that?”

“Your mess,” he said, his words slurring together a little. She couldn’t help but crack a smile at him, soft and sad, before she returned her attention to his shoulder. She was fixated on tending to it, fixated on finding a way to get rid of the poison—and then out of the corner of her eyes she noticed his head loll to the side. She paused, whipping her head from his shoulder to his face with growing panic.

The darkness in his eyes painted dread within her.

Zelda placed frantic hands on his cheeks, shaking him a little. He was fading, right in front of her.

“Link, stay with me, please,” Zelda begged, lightly patting the sides of his face in an attempt to wake him. His breathing became raspier by the second, as his eyes shut.

“No, no, no,” she pleaded, her voice crumbling. “Open your eyes, Link!”

He was still, the rise and fall of his chest quick and shaky.

“Link, wake up…” she whispered thickly, simply waiting. All she could do was wait.

He shifted—painstakingly slow, but he opened his eyes again, with effort. He pat her hand weakly, reassuring her that he was okay.

“We should split off—that way you’ll be less of a target,” she said quickly, not letting a moment go to waste. “You can go to Kakariko to meet with Impa and she can… I’m sure she can get rid of the poison. And I’ll make sure your family is safe.” She paused, hoping that he would agree. When he didn’t say anything, she egged him on a little more. “How does that sound? And… and then we can meet up again?”

He blinked the rain out of his eyes as he shook his head, refusing. “After I get the three of you to safety—“

“There isn’t enough time!” She choked out as a strangled, dry sob erupted out of her. She covered her face with trembling hands in frustration. “Don’t you understand? I can’t lose you,” she whispered brokenly. She didn’t know how to make it more clear to him, for him to understand the gravity of what she was feeling, and it left her feeling more alone than ever before. “Not you too.”

Several heartbeats passed between them, as the world she once knew chipped away from her bit by bit.

He carefully moved her hand away, and when she saw his beaten and battered face, a pang of pain stabbed her chest. “Okay, I’ll go there. But let me take you to the entrance to Fort Hateno at least.”

“Really?” she asked, sniffing. “Do you swear it?”

“I promise,” he said, brushing a stray tear from her cheek. He slid up against the broken wall, using the wreckage to pull himself up. He took a moment to regain his bearings and his strength, before unsheathing the Master Sword once more. He held out his other hand to her, making the effort to smile as he waited for her. She carefully took his hand, intertwining their fingers together.

Her heart sank at how weak his grip was; flimsy, fragile.

And with each step they took, the warmth of his skin only grew fainter.

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pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles · 5 years ago

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Electricity (Part 2)

Part 1 can be found HERE

Part of the Pink Kink AU I wanted to explore the dynamic between Jinx and Michael and Michael and Calum. This is M/M smut featuring toys, anal sex and voyeurism. Feedback is appreciated. Lyric edits requests are still open.

Calum stepped out of the shower feeling cool and tingly from Jinx's peppermint and lavender body wash. As he toweled himself off in front of the mirror, he inspected the marks beginning to show on his neck.

"Fucking vampire," he chuckled. Michael always left hickeys when he got in his dominant mood. He got restless when he was left alone for too long. Calum was the same way and the uncertainty about his relationship with Kitten wasn't helping.

Years ago, this kind of stress would've resulted in the two of them getting blindingly drunk before tumbling into bed together. As they'd gotten older, they'd been able to be more honest with themselves and each other, and no longer needed to be wasted to seek the other out.

Calum's phone jumped to life, vibrating against the steel grey stone countertop. He was surprised to see Kitten.

Are you at home?

Nah, staying at Michael's tonight

Jinx is out of town so your boyfriend called? I see how it is. Wanna get lunch tomorrow?

Sounds great, I'll hit you up when I head home

Miss you babe, see you tomorrow

She sent a picture of herself in nothing but her robe, sitting on her bed facing a mirror, legs slightly apart, one nipple barely peeking out past the fabric revealing a silver barbell matching his own. He was momentarily tempted to head over to her apartment. However, even though he'd missed his Kitten, he couldn't be Sir tonight, he needed something else. There was a submissive side of Calum that didn't come out often but when it did Michael was one of the few people he trusted enough to satisfy him. He sent Michael a text even though he was just in the next room.

Can I get some help and maybe a drink? It's been a while

Go wait for me in the bedroom

Michael grinned as he sent the message. He was happy to give Calum a hand, and after making sure the dogs were set for the night he grabbed a couple of cans out of the fridge and put up the baby gate at the entrance to the hallway leading to the bedroom. He'd run down to the basement while Cal was in the shower getting cleaned up and out to select the toys he wanted to use.

He knocked softly as he opened the door, not wanting to startle Calum. He found the other man with a towel around his waist standing in front of Jinx's vanity rubbing her moisturizer into his face.

"She'd kick your ass for using that," Michael told him.

"Nah," Calum replied. "Jinx loves me."

"Yeah, I'd be jealous if I didn't know that she loves me more." He stuck out his tongue, still watching Calum in the mirror. He started to say more but Calum raised one eyebrow before letting the towel drop. Michael sucked in a breath at the sight of Calum's nude body, his eyes traveling down the broad back, rippled arms before dipping down past a slight tan line to the round curve of his cheeks to his solid muscled thighs. It wasn't anything he hadn't seen many times before, but it still took his breath away.

Calum watched him in the mirror as Michael walked over to the bed tossing a towel and a green velvet bag onto the duvet.

"Get over here," Michael commanded with a slight smirk. He reached up, turning on the floor lamp flooding the room with soft golden light just bright enough that Calum could still see the green in Michael's eyes. "What's that look for?" Michael asked as Calum's eyes searched his face.

"I always forget how gorgeous your eyes are up close, and your lips…" Calum let his words trail off while watching Michael's mouth.

He blushed at the unexpected compliment. He'd always had a bit of a crush on Calum when they were younger, but he'd ignored it as just being close friends. He'd ignored how Calum would get handsy and flirty when they played FIFA without the other guys around. He'd played it off when he'd get hard when they'd play wrestle or pretend not to notice when Calum did. On the road surrounded by girls and booze, they'd surrendered to debauchery and lived out every teenage boy's sexual fantasies making it easier to not question his feelings. Once the novelty wore off it became a bit of a slog, and one night Michael, tired of it all, went back to their shared room and in a drunken haze passed out naked on Calum's bed. When Calum had stumbled back into the room he'd stripped to his boxers and snuggled up as the big spoon.

"You're not half bad yourself mate," Michael snapped back to the present, trying to make a joke but his voice was thick with lust. "These piercings are killing me." He bent to flick his tongue over the silver bar earning a moan from Cal followed by a hiss as teeth scraped skin. "Bend over with your elbows on the bed," he instructed, pulling back and reaching for the bag. Michael pulled a bottle of lube and a dildo from his bag.

"I bought this hoping I'd get to use it on you," he told Calum. The toy was a thin shaft, made of clear glass swirled with purple and green, ending in four beads of decreasing size down to a slightly rounded tapered end. He wanted to giggle at the expressions of curiosity that crossed Cal's dark features as his eyes lit up and mouth drawn into an "O" in wonder. Michael traced the point of the toy down Calum's spine raising goosebumps as he did before nudging him open and letting lube trickle past the beaded part of the toy all the way down to his tight waiting hole. His cock stirring despite his concentration as he felt the younger man shiver with chills of anticipation against him. Slowly and carefully he worked the toy into Calum's ass.

"Remember before we knew about toys and decent lube?" Michael asked with a slight chuckle, as he stopped for a second letting Calum adjust.

His dark features flinched a bit both from the memory and the slight pressure/pain of the toy. "We didn't know what the hell we were doing. You got it worse than I did. Keep going I can take more."

"You don't tell me what to do Hood." Michael started to pull back until Calum begged him not to.

"Please Mikey," he whined. "Please keep going, fucking hell that feels good," he moaned as Michael went a little deeper. "More, more please Mikey."

"Mmm mmm you know how I am when you call me Mikey," he grinned, pushing the final and biggest bead in with a bit more force. He began to wiggle the toy in and out feeling his cock twitch with every grunt and moan that rose from Calum's throat. Michael had just worked it all the way in again when his phone rang on FaceTime.

"Don't move mate, stay right there," Michael wiped his hands on a towel and reached for his phone.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Calum was a little annoyed but laughing.

"Hey baby," Jinx's voice filled the room. "That was quite a show to wake up to at 5:30 in the morning. I'm about to leave the hotel and head to the airport. I had to get myself off before I called you, I'll send the video right before I take off. What are you boys getting up to?" She looked behind Michael. "Are you in the bedroom?"

"Yeah I've got Calum buck naked, bent over with a toy stuffed in his ass to open him up for my cock," Michael shrugged, his voice nonchalant as he turned around in a circle so she could see Calum behind him for a second.

"Oh my God Michael why would you answer the phone?" Jinx squealed in disbelief. "Calum sweetie, please let me make it to you when I get home."

Calum laughed, feeling the flash of awkwardness at his position fizzle away. The laughter rippled through his body squeezing down and the bumps on the toy. His moan was loud enough for Jinx to hear. Michael tapped his phone, switching the camera angle so she could see his point of view.

"Ohhhhh," she stopped dead in her tracks halfway to the door. The sight of Calum's strong thighs and perfect round ass made her pussy twinge. The way Michael was slowly and deliberately playing with him, and the sound of Calum's moans her ears as she quickly put on her headphones made it hard to leave the room. In less than a minute they had her wet and throbbing and she was going to be late if she didn't hurry. Jinx hit screen record and blessed the inventor of the privacy screen as she hopped on the nearly empty elevator.

"Wiggle for me Cal," Michael stroked his fingers down the curve of his butt and along the bronzed skin of Calum's hip, following the feather-light touch with a quick sharp smack.

"Yes please," came the strangled cry in response.

"Have fun with him, Michael, he's being a good boy," Jinx fought to keep her voice cheerful so the taxi driver wouldn't suspect.

"Oh I plan on it, it's been a while since I got to have him like this," he pulled the toy completely out and set it aside. He pulled out a large butt plug from the bag and Calum winced a bit at the chill of the stainless steel as it stretched him open even more.

"I know, I know," Michael's voice was soothing. "You're not a big fan of plugs but I gotta keep you open for a bit. You can stand up for a second before your foot falls asleep."

Calum stood stretching his arms over his head, before rolling his shoulders and flexing his biceps at the camera. "You like what you see?" He posed like a bodybuilder before his eyes crinkled and lit up as he and Michael both laughed.

"Your boyfriend is so cute babe," Jinx sighed, appreciating the sight and feeling more homesick than ever before. She hadn't been shocked when Michael had admitted to having a long-standing intermittent sexual relationship with a bandmate. He'd told her three months after they'd first gotten together. He was headed out on tour for the first time in their relationship. They were both head over heels and already knew they had a unique connection that required openness and honesty. She'd assumed it was Luke but was delighted when he told her it was Calum.

She watched as Calum looked back at Michael and moved his hand to his cock, now hard and pressed against his stomach, and began to touch himself. She could hear Michael's heavy breathing as the taxi pulled up to the airport.

"Shit," she muttered under her breath. "Babe I gotta go through security. I'll call you back," she said before reluctantly ending the call.

Michael tossed the phone on the bed before taking a step towards Calum. One arm wrapped around his waist while his other hand snaked up to feel the close-cropped hair on the back of Cal's neck as Michael pulled him in for a kiss. Michael's stubble was rough against Calum's chin but his lips were soft and warm as he slipped his tongue inside the other man's mouth. At first, it was playful, Calum giving Michael's ass a squeeze so Michael nipped his bottom lip in return. It heated up quickly, Michael peppering Calum's jaw with kisses before working his way down to his neck his desire fueled further by the soft little "ah" noises as his teeth scraped over the marks he'd made earlier that evening. Cal's hands slipped up under Michael's t-shirt until he could feel his heartbeat beneath his fingers.

Michael bent down flicking his tongue over Calum's piercing, before blowing cool air over the flushed slick bud. Trailing kisses across Calum's chest, to repeat the motion on the other side, he felt Calum's fingers twisting and tugging at his own nipples. He pushed Calum back towards the bed laying him down before climbing on top. Michael sat up straddling Cal's hips so he could tug his shirt off wanting to feel Calum's heated skin pressed against his chest. Cal surrendered as Michael's mouth explored his body leaving feverish kisses and love bites he'd have to explain later. He whined as Michael caught his earlobe between his teeth before sliding a series of wet sucking kisses along his collarbone. Michael's hips were just far enough above his that Calum was desperate for any sort of friction, the fabric of Michael's boxers grazing his aching cock was a maddening tease. He tried thrusting his hips up for relief but Michael had him pinned too well.

"You're always so impatient," Michael laughed, kissing Calum on the lips before rolling off of him and climbing off the bed. He tugged off his boxer briefs and Calum caught in his throat at the sight. Michael's cock wasn't a monster like Ashton's or as thick as his own but it was large with a curve that hit all the right spots. He reached to touch him but Michael caught his hand bringing Cal's fingers up to his mouth sucking them noisily with lots of tongue his green eyes bright and unwavering locked on Calum's.

"Please Mikey," Calum's whole body was thrumming with the electricity of his bed and desire. "Need you, need to feel you." His brown eyes were almost black with lust.

Michael nodded, dropping his hand and reaching for the bag again. "Get on your hands and knees."

"Maybe on my back?" Calum's voice was hesitant.

"Oh, of course, Cal." Michael found what he needed and shoved the bag aside when he turned back Calum had crawled to the other side and the bed pulling the nightstand more towards the middle of the bed. "What are you doing?" Michael asked.

"Giving her a show if she calls back," Calum winked at him.

Michael grinned and gave him a kiss, "I got lucky with the two of you."

"Will you stop talking and get on with it?" Calum laid on his back and began stroking his cock as he watched Michael put a condom on. He spread his legs to give him better access and moaned as he felt the plug slowly being eased out.

The phone began to ring and Michael quickly accepted the call. "Are you guys still at it?"

"Where are you?" Michael asked her, still teasing Calum with the plug.

"I've got the first-class lounge almost to myself because someone upgraded my ticket."

"Only the best for you my love," she heard Calum's moans and saw the smile on her boyfriend's face as he spoke. "I'm getting ready to fuck Calum pretty ass and he wants you to watch."

Jinx felt like her brain might explode at his words. She'd had this fantasy for ages and now she had an hour to kill with the two sexiest men she could think of giving her an exclusive private show. She crossed her legs paranoid someone might be able to tell how excited she was.

Michael looked down at Calum laid out beneath him, panning the camera up to his broad torso and chest, lingering on his tattoos. Cal played with his piercings and stuck his tongue out at the camera before Michael set it on the nightstand making sure Jinx had a good view. Cal's eyes fluttered close when Michael brushed his entrance with the head of his cock, nudging past the tight muscle and with torturous slowness and shallow strokes began to move inside him.

Michael moaned at how tight Cal's walls were gripping him, holding back with all his self-control from taking him hard and rough right there. He needed to give Calum what he needed first. He added more lube before pushing a bit deeper and Jinx could hear the wetness in between the moaning coming from both of them now.

"More, need more Mikey, need all of you," Calum's voice was deeper than she'd ever heard him. His face a mask somewhere between ecstasy and pain and Michael went balls deep in one hard stroke. Jinx watched as Calum stroked his own cock, matching the slow rhythm. Michael bent down kissing Calum's jawline and neck as he thrust harder with each stroke. Calum was getting louder, grunting each time he bottomed out and moaning as he pulled back completely blissed out by the way Michael's cock was stretching his ass.

Jinx began rubbing her thighs together watching Michael return to sucking his nipples while Calum squeezed his cock and tugged at Michael's hair with his other hand.

Calum was completely blissed out. The words "more, more, need it please, harder, please," tumbling from his lips like a long remembered chant or prayer. Their bodies moving together to give them both release.

As Calum got louder Michael began to increase his pace spurred on by his lover's needy cries. He pushed Cal's knees up driving his cock deeper as Calum's eyes rolled back in his head.

"Need you Mikey," Calum shouted, his breath getting shallow and rapid, knowing he couldn't hold back much longer. His words muffled when Michael moved up for a kiss cupping Calum's face in his hands slowing his hips again wanting to draw out their release.

Jinx watched them barely able to breathe. She felt invasive, watching something so intimate. She'd never seen Michael so passionate with anyone other than her, not even the times they'd played with Calum. She watched Calum clinging to Michael as they moved together, watching each other.

Michael pulled back, his fingers digging into Calum's thighs as his thrusts became more urgent. He suddenly remembered something and felt along the duvet until his fingers found it. He clicked on a small bullet vibe and held it against Calum's balls as he resumed his rough pace. The sensation of Michael's cock pounding into him and the vibration traveling up the length of his shaft made Calum see stars.

"Show her how you cum for me Cal," Michael purred, throwing a quick glance at Jinx watching him on camera.

Jinx felt her heart racing. She was afraid she might start hyperventilating as she inched closer to her phone, digging her nails into the palm on her hand to remind her to keep quiet.

Calum's head rolled to the side. She could see his dark eyes half-opened and glazed over. His hand was on his cock, pumping and squeezing, bringing himself closer to the edge.

"Harder Mikey, fuck me harder, so close," Calum's voice was whiny and breathy, giving himself over to Michael to find release. Jinx felt shy seeing Calum so open and desperate, but it was also the hottest thing she'd ever seen.

Calum's eyes rolled back, his jaw tensed up and with a groan that was almost a growl his orgasm hit him in waves, making his legs shake uncontrollably with each thrust. He covered his chest and stomach first in streams and then shaky spurts until he was completely dry and oversensitive. He lay there still trembling as Michael's climax hit driving him deep inside Calum with a loud shout that made Jinx jump in her seat. Michael collapsed on top of him, his arms clutching his shoulders as Calum felt his cock twitch as it filled him with Michael's release.

They lay there a sweaty sticky mess trying to catch their breath when a faint voice broke through.

"Babe, I've got to go," Jinx's voice wispy and thick. "I love you, Michael, that was amazing Cal. Thank you."

"I'll probably be here when you get home," his voice muffled under Michael's shoulder.

"You'd fucking better be," she growled. "Y'all don't wear each other out you'll need your strength tomorrow."

"Love you," Michael told her. "Hurry home."

"Love you more, and I can't get home fast enough." She hit end call and went to find somewhere with some privacy.

Michael gave Calum a kiss on the cheek before rolling off of him both of them shivering as his cock slid out.

"I gotta take another shower but I can't move," Calum looked over as Michael rolled on to his side looking at him.

"You ok? That was pretty intense, even for you" Michael asked, tracing a finger along the Roman numerals. Calum nodded, looking half asleep. It always amazed Michael that despite how familiar he was with the man in his bed, his brother, his bandmate, his best friend, his oldest secret, despite how many times they'd hooked up, each time felt electric and new.

"Come on let's get cleaned up before you fall asleep or you'll be pissed at me tomorrow," Michael shoved him.

"No don't wanna," Calum grumbled, screwing his eyes tightly shut.

Michael laughed moving in and nuzzling Calum's neck in a spot where he knew his friend was unbearably ticklish.

"Stop stop stop," Calum begged, pushing him off of him with a laugh.

He rolled over and kissed Michael across the bridge of his nose. "Fine, but I'm still the big spoon."

"Are you kidding me? It's my turn," Michael protested.

"No way, I'm always the big spoon." Calum got up. He was a bit woozy so he paused and sat back down to clear his head.

"Fine," Michael conceded, "but you gotta help me clean up the mess we made in the kitchen. I can't wait to see what she's got in mind for us."

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