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synopsis: after being away and entertaining others, your husband decides to give you a special something
wrd cnt: 1.1k
tags: cunnalingus, oral, penetration, doggy, vulgar, praise, explicit
a/n: if you couldnât tell been having major writers block + no time to write but this one reeled me back in a bit so i hope you enjoy <3
It was late at night by the time you got home. The house had been quiet all evening, save for the soft hum of your laptop as you explored some new music. But now that the sun had set, there were no more distractionsâjust the sound of your own breathing, the whirring blade of the fan above your head, and the occasional creak of floorboards beneath your feet.
You heard the front door open and close, followed by footsteps coming down the hallway towards the living room where you sat on the couch. Your eyes widened when you saw who it was.
âSunday!â You exclaimed, jumping up and running over to him. He looked incredible, even if he was clearly exhausted from working all day. His face was flushed red with desire, and his black suit pants hung lower on his hips than usual, as his belt was quite undone just as his tie.
âY/n-,â he said, leaning down to kiss you deeply before pulling away. âI missed youâŚquite dearlyâ
You replied breathlessly in agreeance, taking his hand and leading him over to sit beside you on the couch. As soon as he sat down, he pulled you into his lap and started kissing your neck hungrily.
âMmm... I love how good you tastes,â he murmured against your skin as he moved lower down your chest, licking and sucking at your nipples until they hardened under his touch.
To say you were surprised was an understatement, your husband was always quite well mannered, and in control especially of himself.
Before you could express this pleasant concern, be continued further down, pushing your body down and stopping his peppering of kisses just above your waistband.
âPlease donât stop...â You begged softly. âKeep going...â
He chuckled darkly as he pulled your bottoms down, revealing your pretty laced panties.
âSuch a naughty girl,â he whispered seductively. âyou know happens when you tease me like that, donât you?â
With those words still ringing in your ears, he slid his hands around to the front of your panties and began teasing them apart until they fell down around your ankles; now placed on each of his shoulders.
His soft hands spread your legs wide apart and leaned forward to lick along the length of your slit.
âOhh... yes... keep doing that...â You moaned, feeling yourself growing wetter than ever before.
âMmmm... such a tasty little thing,â he purred, moving one finger inside you while continuing to lap at your clit with his tongue. âFeels good hm? Youâre drippingâŚâ He smirked, slipping a second finger inside you, curling them up and down faster this time. âHow does that feel baby?â He asked, before returning to suck your swollen pearl.
âSo good... oh god... more-...â You panted, arching your back slightly to allow him better access to you.
âLike this?â He whispered, increasing the speed of his movements until he felt you begin to tremble against him.
âYes! Oh fuck yes!-â You cried out loudly, throwing your head back against the couch cushions as pleasure washed through every part of your body.
As if sensing your impending climax, he suddenly stopped moving his fingers altogether and instead focused solely on licking and sucking at your clit. With waves of pleasure coursing through your entire body, you squirmed uncontrollably.
âOh my god... yes... right there...â You gasped, grinding yourself against him as best you could while trying not to fall off the couch entirely.
âMmmmm... I knew you liked this,â he chuckled wickedly, pushing you down onto the couch once again. âNow let me show you something else.â
With those words still echoing in your mind, he stood up and placed a knee inbetween your legs, slowly pushing into you as he got close to you. Grabbing your hand, he gave you hold of his erection, stroking himself with your hand slowly up and down several times before letting you do it yourself.
âWhat do you think of that?â He asked teasingly. âSee what you do to me?â
âMhmâŚ.,â you answered quietly with a small nod, feeling yourself grow hungrier than ever before.
As if he couldnât waste another second, he dragged you up and pushed your body against the couch, feeling his chest heavy against your back as your breasts pressed up against the fabric of the apolstry.
âFuck I missed you-â He says, slowly dragging his cock up and down your folds as you hear his shaky breath.
âSunday- pleaseâŚâ You mewl, pushing yourself back into him.
âUse your words, my love.â He breathes against your ear.
You groan in annoyance at his teasing.
He chuckles, and then thrusts his thick cock into your tight, wet heat.
It was like a drug, every movement of his hips, every touch of his hand, every inch of his skin against yours was ecstacy.
After a few moments, his pace becomes steady, and soon enough his hips are snapping furiously against yours.
You moan and writhe beneath him, clawing desperately at the sofa beneath you.
He lets out a deep growl and slams his hands down on either side of your head.
His grip tightens as he pounds into you harder and harder, causing your body to shake uncontrollably.
The friction of his cock sliding in and out of your dripping pussy combined with the roughness of his thrusts and the force of his hands against your body, made you see stars.
Your mouth hangs open and your eyes roll back, as you arch your back and thrust your hips upwards, meeting his thrusts eagerly.
Your fingers dig into his biceps, gripping onto him tightly.
With each passing second, you could feel your orgasm building within you, threatening to tear through you any moment now.
You knew that this wasn't going to last much longer.
"Fuck- I'm so closeâŚ," you cry out, throwing your head back.
His hand reaches up and grabs your throat, squeezing tightly, and pulling you closer to him.
His thrusts grow even more powerful, and you gasp as he slams his cock deep inside you.
"Come for me then, my darling," he purrs into your ear, his voice low and husky.
He releases his grip on your neck and moves his hand down to grip your ass firmly.
You whimper and writhe beneath him, unable to hold back any longer.
"Fuck-!" You scream, throwing your head back once more and letting the orgasm rip through you.
His cock slides in and out of you faster and faster, as his movements become more erratic.
His fingers dig into your ass as he pulls you even closer, thrusting into you one final time before he explodes inside you.
His hips slow their frantic rhythm as he groans and grunts into your ear, his seed filling you up completely; leaving you tilted over the cushions and wrecked.
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i win. ft hoshi x fem!reader ( 18 + MDNI )
summary: if kwon soonyoung has one hater in this universe itâs definitely you. despite having the same friend group youâre usually icy to him as you can't seem to get along to save your life. or at least that's how it appears. soonyoung though through his own curiosity discovers a truth you've tried to bury deep insideâŚmaybe something else needs to be buried deep inside you, and it will if he gets his way.
⥠pairing: hoshi x fem!reader
⥠genre: smut w a lil plot ( growth! )
⥠word count: 9.5k
⥠this work feats: hoshi being annoying lmao, reader also being annoying. fingering, protected piv sex ( proud of myself for that one), oral ( receiving ), lots of descriptions of lady parts, there is a LOT of swearing in this one. some mild jihoon flirting too. let me know if I missed anything.
a/n: feel free to judge me for that summary because I deserve it lmao. as an aries i got that dawg in me so i'm probably just as competitive as hoshi. which is probably why reader is a lil petty. i could not imagine the chaos unleashed upon the world if hoshi could read minds in reality. anyway i'm having a ton of fun writing in this weird little universe. I think I was going to write Jun next butttttt there's a part two to this one specifically. Yes it is woozi x reader x hoshi why do you ask? I haven't revealed what Woozi's ability is yet either so it's gonna be fun! also time travel, campus radio dj!vernon is coming too because i've started working on that one as well.
âIs Soonyoung coming?â You found yourself asking despite already knowing the answer. Seokmin had finally come out of being stuck in his girlfriendâs armpit and actually wanted to see his friends for once. He had recently scored his first big paying theater gig and wanted everybody to come out and celebrate tomorrow. That meant you of courseâŚbut alsoâŚKwon Soonyoung.
âY/n heâs one of my best friends. I canât not invite him. He even taught me to dance, I doubt Iâd be scoring these kind of roles if he hadnât helped me.â Seokmin replied in exasperation, but he was pouting. This wasnât the kind of thing you could turn down without hearing about it every single day or your life with Seokmin.
âFine. Iâll come with Jun, stay for an hour but the moment he starts up with me Iâm gone.â You said in irritation, already regretting the idea that you'd be in a room with him.
âYou know that old saying right? Heâs only messing with you because he likes you. Or maybe because you started it. I donât know, itâs kinda hard with Soon he doesnât know what the high road is. If someoneâs mean to him he takes that as a personal challenge to either get them to like him or to hate him more.â Seokmin responded and you frowned.
You knew all too well how irritating you could be but you didnât start it. Soonyoung started it the moment he called you dour and boring â unprovoked no less! You'd been minding your business and no you were never interested in involving yourself with the weirdness Soonyoung got up to. That didnât make you boring, it made you sane. So it was fuck him until the end of time. Or thatâs what you were trying to project anyway.
âHe started it. Iâm just finishing things.â You snapped and Seokmin feigned hurt. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. âI said Iâd come okay. Thatâs all youâre getting out of me. I do not have to be happy about it at all.â
âThatâsâŚnot nice. But I wonât complain. Itâll be fun. Lots of drinks, he wonât even know youâre there.â Seokmin said patting your shoulder gently.
You scoffed at Seokmin. âThatâs what you said last time when we did that birthday dinner for Hannie and within five minutes we were arguing and I was about to hit him over the head with a fire extinguisher and go to jail.â
Seokmin couldnât fight back a grin. âOh yeah you did almost kill him that night. I forgot thatâs why we stopped inviting you both to things. But you know what? After that night he told me he doesnât really think you hate him. He was really freaked out at first. He said heâs always able to win everyone over. But not you, but then I donât knowâŚthe next morning he was all happy. He said you didnât actually hate him. You were just keeping up appearances, being tsundere or whatever.âÂ
You sighed. âThatâs because he lives in la la fucking land and doesnât understand boundaries and reality. This is why I really donât want to go.â
âWow, so you mean it? Youâre going to miss out on such an important event in my life because of one guy? Kwon Soonyoung of all people? He can dictate your whole life like that?â
You let out a groan. âHey donât use your shitty psych electives on me. Iâll go. But like I said one hour and then Iâm gone.â
It took around forty five minutes for Soonyoung to figure out you were at Seokminâs party. Longer than you anticipated but still right at the hour mark nonetheless. Which meant it was time to go, except you literally had no idea where your ride was. One moment you and Jun were dancing, giggling with one another and then the next he was gone and somehow Soonyoung was there. He had a wicked grin on his stupidly cute face and the grin was only growing wider.
The intensity of the urge to hit him and then kiss him was stronger than anticipated no doubt due to the fact that you were two red solo cups in with whatever jungle juice Mingyu threw together. That is what also made Soonyoung infuriating. Not only did he annoy you to no end but he had the nerve to be so enticingly attractive and sometimes hilarious while he did it, which made it hard to be his number one hater a title you took even more serious than your grades at this point.
âYou come to parties now?â He asked, hiding his grin against the rim of the cup in his hand.
âWhy are you talking to me?â You responded in irritation and he lowered his cup slouching against the wall to face you fully.
âYouâre always so bitchy with me. Itâd be annoying if I didnât know you think Iâm cute.â
Heat flooded your face for just a moment. How the hell did he know that? You never told anyone...well maybe Jun, glancing at him though he had the same shit eating grin he wore when he felt he was right or winning at something. And a good portion of the time he was wrong. He was saying this to get you riled up no doubt, just throwing stuff at the wall to see what sticks so he could use it against you at some point in some awful embarrassing way.
You let out a bitter laugh. âFunny, I thought youâd gotten past your delusional phase.â
Soonyoung leaned in closer his breath ghosting against your ear. âIâm practically shit faced but I know for a fact you want to ride my dick.â
This caused actual laughter to burst out of you. He was definitely drunk, and definitely trying to get under your skin. He usually went the obnoxious route, seducing you or whatever this was seemed to be a new trick he was trying out. You had no doubt that if you admitted it heâd personally make a website dedicated to the fact just to embarrass you. Or he'd rent out the band or something to broadcast it to everyone. Either way you weren't biting. âSoonyoung, youâre drunk. Get away from me.â
You started to walk away but he took hold of your arm pulling you back. Taking in the look on your face he immediately let go and took a step back. But he was still smiling, and it wasnât his shit eating grin. This was something else. This was a smirk, a knowing â you didnât like the look of that at all. Which is probably why you even bothered engaging him. The last thing you wanted was for him to think this was a conversation he won.
âLook whatever you think you know youâre wrong. Once back in sophomore year I think I told Jun you looked cute at the talent show. You had on leather pants â it was cool to see you dance because thatâs the only time that night you werenât talking and you werenât fucking being the bane of my existence. The Y/n of now is wildly different and understands that leather pants, good dancer or not, youâre the absolute worst.â You said with a nonchalant shrug.
But that didnât deter him at all. He looked bemused, utterly unconvinced by what you were saying, which seemed to infuriate you in your drunken state more. He should be wanting to argue, not just standing there smiling and looking completely rideable as he so helpfully pointed out. His grin widen. Shit. Did you say that out loud?
âWe should make out.â He said in reply.
âWhy the hell would I do that?â You asked in disbelief.
âProof. If you donât want me. Kiss me. Iâll be able to tell.â
You scoffed. âFuck that. Iâm going to find Jun.â You werenât being baited into weird Soonyoung shit. This is why the two of you didn't hang out. Being his friend was akin to majoring in getting into nonsense, something you had no interest in. You begin weaving through people at the party in search of your friend. But Soonyoung was right behind you.
âSee this is the response of someone who definitely wants to fuck me. I mean you wonât kiss me because you know itâll mess with you and Iâll be able to tell. A great philosopher once said that sometimes two people have to have sex to solve their problems.â He downed the rest of his drink and tossed the cup absentmindedly, accidentally hitting Chan in the head who was striking out with some freshman in his chem classes.
âOw what the â ah shit Soonyoung leave Y/n alone we agreed that if you came you would back off we cannot have the cops show up again.â Chan said rubbing his clearly fine head.
âIâm not bothering you am I?â Soonyoung asked glancing at you.
âYes you are go away.â You replied, standing on your tiptoes in search of Jun who was tall and should not be this hard to see.
âSaid like someone who definitely wants my cock in their ââ
You turned, grabbed Soonyoung by his face and smashed your mouth to his. This was supposed to prove a point, it would shut him up, there were witnesses to see that you had absolutely no interest in him â except for the part where his arm snaked around your waist and he pulled you flush against him. And the part where his tongue was in your mouth and he tasted like something sweet ( but also like alcohol). Oh and the part where it was an achingly good kiss. A kiss you needed to stop.
âFinally.â A voice that sounded suspiciously like Seungcheol.
âIt was so annoying watching them bicker.â Wonwoo definitely.
âGod I wish that was me.â Awww Chan.
But nope. This had gone on long enough. You had an image to uphold. You pulled away from a semi dazed Soonyoung and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. Then you spit on the floor.
âHey! I live here!â Mingyu exclaimed in mild horror pushing through the crowd.
âFuck that was so bad. Is that really how you kiss?â With such soft lips and gentle swipes of his tongue?
âUh, yeah, I guess so. No one's complained before.â You frowned and then let loose a condescending laugh.
âJust shows the quality of the people you date.â You nearly shouted through your laughter.
âHey!â An offended voice rose from the crowd but you didnât see who.
Soonyoung stared at you. He stood there silent for nearly a full minute. The room held its breath wondering what would happen, Mingyu had his phone out like the cops were on speed dial and then Soonyoung stepped as close to you as he possibly could and bent slightly, lowering his voice so that only you could hear him.
âIâm going to make you cum so hard you forget your own name. Youâre going to want my cock in you every single night. And because I like you so much Iâm going to give it to you. Then you can have my soft lips and gentle tongue whenever you want.â He pressed a kiss to your mouth briefly and then he walked away disappearing into the throng of onlookers.
Suddenly Jun was at your side. âOh my God are you friends with Soon now?â
Fuck Kwon Soonyoung. And not in the fun sexy way he wanted. But in the fuck him and his dog and his momâs dog too kind of way. Because he had upended your brain. Who did he think he was declaring such filthy things to you at a party and then kissing you? And what was wrong with you? Because you found something thrilling and attractive about replaying those words over and over in your mind. Enough that occasionally at night your hand slid between your legs with them ringing in your ears.
And how did he know to say exactly what you thought of your first kiss? Soft lips and gentle tongue â- he nailed it. Just like he said he would. Somehow heâd discovered in that kiss that maybe you didnât hate him as much as you said. He could have some endearing qualities but then heâd do something to infuriate you again, or maybe that was just easier than the alternative, actually trying to be his friend.
Maturity and growth were not welcome visitors in your life at the moment. You enjoyed the version of yourself that got to be petty and childish around him. Maturity would mean confirming what Seokmin said the other day but applying it to yourself. Maybe you messed with him because you found him attractive? Growth meant setting aside your stale grudge and actually attempting to be normal with him. But after the party? Those words? His declaration? He couldnât win. He would be insufferable otherwise. There would be no giving in, Soonyoung simply could not come out of this victorious. You wouldn't let him.
âHeâs the most competitive person we know. Heâs going to make good on whatever he said. I know you know this.â Jihoon said as the two of you walked across campus to the library. No one knew what Soonyoung had actually said to you, they just knew he got quiet, which meant whatever he said required action. Soonyoung only got quiet when he was serious and he needed to strategize.
âRight, but Jihoon I know he confided in you. He tells you everything. Just say what you know and help me.â You pleaded.
Jihoon shrugged. âHe only said that he wanted to ask you out. Shua told him you liked that Cuban place we went to a few weeks ago. Thatâs it.â
You looped your arm through Jihoonâs giddy at knowing this information for two separate reasons. Kind of cute he was seeking out advice from mutual friends to ask you out. Also good to know so you could turn him down and shatter his little pea brain, and ruin his plans of catching you off guard. You would not be swept off your feet and into his bed.
You and Jihoon continued across campus towards the library and Soonyoung came into view. You did a quick once over of him before taken sudden interest in a few people passing out fliers. As always he looked infuriatingly handsome. He approached both of you, his eyebrow raising at your interlocking arms.
âY/n. Jihoon.â Soonyoung said. He seemed normal, laid back even, despite the fact that the last time you spoke or saw each other was over a week ago at the party. Youâd been avoiding most other places you might go socially, usually going to third wheel with Seokmin and his partner when you needed social interaction. But definitely not Mingyu and Wonwooâs or with Chan and Seungkwan. That was asking to run into each other. And who knew what heâd do?
âSoonyoung, should we talk about the party? Did I hurt your feelings?â You were trying to keep your voice sincere.
âWe can talk about it if you want? And my feelings arenât hurt, theyâreâŚwell you already know how I feel.â Soonyoung replied with a sly grin.
âI thought that was a joke and you were drunk. We donât even like each other, why would we take something like that serious?â You said dismissively and Soonyoung burst into laughter.
âI donât joke about where I stick my dick.â
âYep Iâm gone.â Jihoon untangled himself from you and immediately turned in the direction you came from walking off.
You took hold of Soonyoung dragging him away from the front of the library and open ears. âThank you so much for broadcasting that in front of Jihoon.â You hissed and Soonyoung just shrugged.
âHeâs my roommate he knows more about my sexual history than anyone. He doesnât care.â Soonyoung said waving the thought of Jihoon off, and then a dangerous gaze settled over you. âWow, you look really fucking good today. Did you do that for me?â You scoffed. So maybe his words from the party got you a little riled up, but he was taking this too far. You dressed for yourself and yourself only. You would never consider in a million years whether Soonyoung liked something you wore.
âThis has got to stop. This is worse than us trying to kill each other.â You declared, but Soonyoung stepped closer. His hand came to rest on your shoulder, his fingers brushed delicately against exposed skin. You fought to keep your breath steady, why was he so close?
âOh. So thatâs what it is. You like when I touch you.â The words escaped his mouth like a revelation as he glided a finger against your neck and then beneath your chin. He tilted your head upwards to look at him. âSoonyoung 1, Y/N 0 and simping harder than Iâve ever seen.â
Your hand shot up smacking his away from you. He would not move you, it didnât matter that he looked as good as he did. It didnât matter that his touch was sending little shivers through you. Your face remained neutral, but a slight smile begin to edge onto it. âIf youâre keeping score then Iâm going to actually have to start playing the game.â
Soonyoung raised an eyebrow at this. âMeaning?â
âYou think the way to winning this â- thing that occurred at Seokâs party is by trying to seduce me. I get it Soonyoung, you like watching me squirm because it gives you the upper hand in our never ending power struggle of who hates who more but I havenât been playing. I donât think you could handle it if I did.â You said coolly, watching his expression shift. His jaw set and you could tell his competitive nature was kicking in.
âIâm pretty sure I could handle whatever you throw at me just fine. And this isnât a game Y/n, since kissing you at the party, I donât know. Something changed. I know it has in you.â Soonyoung responds but youâre having none of it. You know him, youâve known him for years and whatever this is, Soonyoung will slip up sooner rather than later. Heâs not being sincere in anyway, when has he ever been?
âFine. Then consider the score reset. Soonyoung 0 and Y/n 0. Weâll see who wins.â You gave his chest a harder than necessary pat and then headed into the library confident that if you start throwing a few moves of your own his way this whole entire thing will collapse in on itself and you could return to how things were meant to be. Mutual dislike between the two of you, no sexual tension at all.
Soonyoung was winning. He was definitely winning. There wasnât a move or a fake flirt you could do that he didnât have a response for. The other night while getting tacos with Seungkwan and Chan you had the brilliant idea of casually sitting in his lap. You just knew it would absolutely throw him off his game. Chan and Seungkwanâs heads nearly exploded from it, but Soonyoung wrapped an arm around you and then attempted to feed you as if it was something you did everyday. He wasnât even flustered. He didn't even break his stride in making fun of Seungkwan, you were just in his arms and then you had to sit there so it didn't look like he had completely bested you. Which he had.
Tonight would be different you declared. Your uni had gotten into the playoffs for the baseball season. It was a huge deal for your friends since Mingyu and Seokmin were both playing. You'd only been at the game twenty minutes when Soonyoung sat next to you after bribing Jun to move with ice cream and a bag of cotton candy. You'd been on your guard immediately. But Soonyoung was doing what he had the other night with the tacos. Acting as if all of this was normal. He bought all your favorite concession snacks, he made you take two pictures with him and his hand kept casually groping your leg like you were on a date. You were so confused by the whole thing you just drifted along unsure how to respond. You certainly didn't want to argue with him and ruin the night for everyone since this was such a big deal.
âHave you ever considered that he might be telling the truth?â Jihoon asked later that night at the game as you two stood in line for the bathroom. Soonyoung offered to escort you but you forced Jihoon up and out of your seats faster than you thought yourself capable. âI get that heâsâŚexcitable but when heâs serious about something he can change drastically. This wouldnât be the first time.â
âDo you even hear yourself? We donât like each other. Weâve been fighting since high school. I didnât even know heâd wind up here. If I did I wouldâve gone to my second pick almost immediately to avoid him.â You groan and Jihoon looks as if he wants to be anywhere but having this discussion with you.
âHave I mentioned before that I donât like getting in the middle of things like this? Especially when it comes to Soonyoung heâs intense.â Jihoon offered and you began to pout.
âThat is so unfair. Everyone is on his side. Maybe heâs serious y/n, maybe heâs just tired of bickering, maybe he isnât as petty as you think. Bullshit. All of you.â You said jabbing a finger at Jihoon who furrowed his brow and craned his head away from you like you were crazy.
âWow. You twoâŚare a lot alike. Thatâs mildly terrifying. Anyway, fine hypothetically if I was on your side what would you want me to do?â Jihoon asked, his tone full of regret as you began to smile.
âFlirting with him isnât working. He just flirts back and it seems to confirm this idea that I like him, whatever. So Iâm going to completely burst his bubble and flirt with you.â
Misery overcame Jihoonâs face. He opened his mouth to protest but you were already shaking your head. âToo late. Weâre flirting. Try and make the reactions authentic.â You say getting ready to disappear into the bathroom.
âAnd if I refuse?â Jihoon questioned.
âIâll tell everyone that you like holding hands. Seok, Gyu and Soonyoung especially would love learning that about you. Theyâd hold your hand every chance they got.â
Jihoon looked horrified but cowed. âI shared that with you in confidence and now youâre using it to blackmail me. Seriously you and Soonyoung would probably be a power couple. This is exactly what heâd do. Like shit, Iâm kind of floored at how immature you both are." Soonyoung was prepared for every move you threw at him but he absolutely wouldnât be prepared for the ones that youâd be throwing at Jihoon. It was hard to keep a diabolical laugh from bubbling out of you as you considered the thought.
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Now Soonyoung was staring daggers into the side of Jihoonâs head. At first heâd been a little confused when you both came back from the bathroom and you sat down leaning your head to Jihoonâs shoulder, who stiffened and then relaxed after a moment when it became clear his life wasnât in immediate danger from his best friend. Then you shared snacks and you legitimately giggled when your hands bumped into each other like you were in a rom com or something. Even then Soonyoung seemed a little lost but not upset.
But then to your surprise while talking to Jihoon about music theory class, out of reflexive habit his hand came up to move hair from your face. A move that threw you off enough to blush because it wasn't in Jihoon's nature to be affectionate in anyway. Jihoon blushed too as if realizing he made an error and for a brief moment something felt âŚdifferent between the two of you. But then Soonyoung shifted and when you glanced his way he was scowling harder than youâd ever seen him. Now he refused to take his eyes off Jihoon, the look of betrayal on his face was hard to miss. You found yourself feeling a little guilty, this was only supposed to amplify the pettiness between you and Soonyoung, you didnât want them blowing up at each other over it. Jihoon hadn't actually done anything wrong.
Sighing you rose to your feet. âSoonyoung can I talk to you for a moment?â He glanced up at you and immediately his face shifted, menacing glare gone, he gave you an impossibly cute smile and stood following you out to a walkway that seemed not to have as many people milling about.
âDonât be mad at Jihoon. You look ready to kill him. It was my idea to use him to get under your skin.â You offered, and his face grew pensive.
âYeah I know that. Youâre doing a bad job of fake flirting with him. That giggle you did earlier, your voice never gets that high pitched even when you do find something funny.â Soonyoung responded in irritation. âBut his responses on the other hand â- he was totally into it. Which is messed up because he knows how I feel about you.â
Now it was your turn to be confused. âWait why do you know so much about my laugh? What do you mean he was into it? How do you feel about me?â The questions came one after another because these were all new revelations to you.
âObviously I pay attention to you. I know Jihoon, weâve been friends since we were kids. He wouldnât do what heâs doing without intention. And I already told you that I want to be inside you every single night forever what is so hard to understand about that?â Soonyoung responded nearly in irritation.
âIâthis is a game Soonyoung. A stupid one really. Letâs call a truce. This whole entire thing has gotten out of hand. Maybe we donât have to dislike each other. We can actually try and be friends for once. But I donât want you mad at Jihoon and I definitely donât want the implications of what sleeping with you would do to my sanity.â You respond earnestly because other people getting in the middle of it was never the plan.
âI told you before. Iâm not playing a game.â Soonyoung took a step closer to you and you took a step back until you hit the wall. His knee pushed between your legs until he could get as close to you as possible. His chest pressed into you, his groin against your thigh growing harder as he leaned down, his mouth capturing yours. And oh did you fold, you didnât even try to resist. It felt impossible as his tongue pushed into your mouth. It felt impossible as his teeth nipped and sucked against your bottom lip. It felt impossible as a hand roamed across your chest, brushing against your left nipple until it pebbled under a gentle thumb. He coaxes your lips open, his tongue claiming every inch of your mouth as he sucks all the breath from your body. A kiss from someone you hate shouldnât feel this good.
His lips dust over the shell of your ear, and you shiver. And when his hand slides over the curve of your hip and between your thighs, you whimper. Your bodyâs torn between fear and anticipation of the pleasure he can bring you but at what cost? Your hands go up pressing against his chest to stop him. He pulls back staring at you with hungry eyes.
âWhat are we doing?â You whisper shout at him.
âPersonally Iâm trying not to cum in my pants right now while still maintaining an air of sexiness and attraction. You?â Soonyoung replied.
âIâm â I donât know. This is the weirdest thing thatâs happened to me in a long time.â You offer because he was literally just playing with your nipple. No reason to stand on pride at this point.
âHypothetically if I knew somehow that you didnât exactly hate me as much as you say, would you go on a date with me? So that at least this part of it makes more sense?â He asked, two fingers dancing between the two of you.
âHypothetically? I guess that would be okay. The date I mean.â And Soonyoung grins.
âTomorrow night. Like six or seven?â You stare at him bewildered because what else can you even say at this point?
âSure fine, seven.â Soonyoung grins even wider, pulls you into a hug, spins you around and smacks your ass and then takes off screaming back towards your seats that youâre going on a date. Great the entire campus can probably hear him. You donât even go back inside. Thatâs enough of tonight for you. Thatâs definitely enough Soonyoung. The moment youâre back inside your dorm your head rest against the door. Why? Why would you do this to yourself?
âSo it isnât a joke? Youâre really doing this?â Vernon asked. Heâd been away helping his family the past few weeks after classes and hadnât been on campus to see whatever was happening between you and Soonyoung unfold, apparently Minghao couldn't resist keeping him in the loop though.
âApparently. Why are you here again?â You asked rummaging through your closet for something to wear.
âWhen Hao told me what happened I thought he was bullshitting me. I needed to hear it from the source. I talked to Soonyoung first. This is crazy, you hate Soonyoung.â Vernon said, all teeth and gums as he laughed.
âI donât hate him! Weâve had our differences but weâre working on them now.â You replied defensively.
âRemember when you lined his boxers with chili paste? Or that time you were on a date with that one guy and he ruined it by asking about your fungus thing you had last semester? Or last year when we had the pool party at my house and he untied your top in front of everyone and Mingyu got like en entire eyeful? Or when you shaved the side of his head while he slept with Seungkwan and he went to his dance competition like that? You guys hate each other. Did you lose a bet? Is he holding your family hostage?â
You frowned. In the the weird vortex youâd been sharing with Soonyoung for a few weeks now, none of those old things had come to mind. Youâd been way too busy plotting on how to win this made up game between the two of you. But youâd forgotten how often you messed with each other and now you were suddenly contemplating if this was a good idea. You stopped what you were doing and came to sit on your bed next to Vernon.
âI forgot about that stuff. Maybe youâre right. Maybe this is a bad idea. There's clearly been too much damage done. Mingyu still can't look me in the eye.â
Vernonâs eyes went wide. âWhat? No, donât change your mind! Weâre just all shocked at this turn of events, well most of us. Cheol and Jeonghan said this has clearly been sexual tension the whole time but they like to pretend to be right about everything. You canât not go. Heâll legitimately kill me if he finds out I changed your mind somehow. That wasn't even the point, it's just so unreal.â
âBut this is silly. It all stemmed from this crazy idea he got in his head that I want to sleep with him and it just kept going and going. I still donât know how he found that out. Iâve never told anyone ever that I think heâd be good in bed. But heâs a dancer itâs kind of a given yâknow?â You mused aloud to Vernon who had grown super quiet. âWhat?â
Vernon looked conflicted, and he began to tug on his ear as he processed how he would reply. âIâm going to tell you something that sounds really, really insane. But I swear Iâm not saying it without reason. Do you remember last year when Seok went missing for like two weeks and we were all super worried and freaked out?â
You nodded. His girlfriend was hysterical and spent many a night crying on your shoulder. Everyone had been shocked and terrified thinking he died or was hurt or something. What made it even weirder was that his parents had gone missing too. It had been a rough seventeen days for all involved. Seokmin had spent the last year making it up to everyone but he still wouldnât tell you what happened. But it seemed as if Vernon knew something.
âSo okay look itâs like this. The reason our friend group is so tight is because we discovered kind of early on we were all different. In a weird way. Weâve all got these abilities I guess. Yâknow like X-Men and shit. So like Seok can travel to different universes. Kwan has like empathy or whatever itâs why emotions get so high in him and everyone around him. I think Chanâs is running fast or something. Mine is time travel, which I can show you but you wonât remember us having this conversation itâll just feel like dĂŠjĂ vu.â
You gave Vernon a hard long stare. You had no idea what you were expecting him to say but it wasnât anything like that. âWhat the fuck? Are you high?â
Vernon rolled his eyes. âLook just hear me out. Soonyoung can read your mind. You didnât have to tell anyone about thinking heâs fuckable or whatever. He found out by invading your privacy. Probably not on purpose, he goes out of his way not to actively use it but sometimes, if someone is thinking about him hard enough he can hear it anyway. I know that sounds insane but tonight start off by thinking the worst stuff you can about him. Watch how he reacts, then youâll know Iâm telling the truth.â
After that, completely convinced he was messing with you, you put Vernon out of your room and began the process of getting ready. Soonyoung said youâd just have dinner and go on a walk or something. Nothing too serious, so you tried to keep things simple. Still despite it all coming off as a bad prank, Vernonâs words echoed in your mind. Thinking something bad about Soonyoung wouldnât hurt anyone, you never had to admit to trying it either. If it was a prank it wasnât one they thought out very well. Youâd be more than happy to throw that in their faces later.
At exactly seven Soonyoung was at your door. He cleaned up well, and smelled amazing. Enough that you considered abandoning the date for a moment and getting back to what he really wanted. But, almost as if he could read your mind, Soonyoung had other plans.
âI know it would be super easy to just throw our clothes off and be all over each other, but I want to actually take you out on a proper date. I donât want you to think this is just a sexual thing.â Soonyoung said before you even got a âhiâ out to him. Your eyes narrowed in brief suspicion but you figured he probably saw the desire all over your face. You didnât exactly hide it in the moment. Maybe that's how he was able to figure this whole thing out.
âWell thatâs what I was expecting. Who said anything about taking our clothes off?â You asked in mild annoyance, and locked your door behind you.
Soonyoung didnât reply, he looked at you curiously but didnât try to prove a point. Which was for the better because your mind was already drifting to Vernonâs words. So of course you began to think of some of the more disheartening things youâd thought about Soonyoung over the years. None of which were exactly nice, that mostly had been thought of in irritation and malice to make you feel better about something rude heâd done.
The shift was subtle and had you not been looking for it you wouldnât have noticed it. But the date started off fine. He held doors, made small talk, laughed at your jokes and made some funny ones of his own. After he paid for dinner though you found silence stretching across the table between you. He didnât look happy, he kept shifting and glancing at you and then looking away when you caught him.
âSomething on your mind?â You asked in disbelief, because his mood had changed. Just like Vernon said it would.
âDid I do something between the game and tonight? I mean â I thought maybe we were turning over a new leaf but you donât seemâŚyou seem to feel about me the way you always have like maybe I didnât try hard enough. Did you not like the date orâŚ?â Soonyoung said quietly and your heart began beating wildly in your chest.
âWhat makes you say that? Have I been acting different or something?â You asked.
âNo, I mean I guess thatâs the thing. You seem into it, but then you sort of donât. I canât explain it.â He said solemnly, and then he offered you a tired smile. âWhatever Iâm just thinking too hard. We got what we needed out of this date right? We donât have to take things any further but I would like to try being friends. Think Iâm getting too old to be fighting with you constantly., Jihoon said it's why I keep finding random grey pubic hairs.â
You were on your feet immediately, pointing an accusatory finger at Soonyoung. âOh my fucking God. Vernon was telling the truth. You read my mind!â You accused rather loudly, enough for a few heads in the restaurant to turn and stare at you.
âWhat!? Noooo are you crazy? Thatâs impossible.â Soonyoung said trying to pull off the worst acting youâd ever seen.
âThis â you â Kwon Soonyoung!â You turned storming out of the restaurant angrily. How humiliating. How long had he been able to tell what you were thinking? Shame flooded you, some of things you thought about him you couldnât even repeat aloud to yourself. And he knew them, this entire time! That sneaky little fucker.
âWait! Y/n please let me explain it was an accident!â Soonyoung caught up to you, hands held up in surrender as he came stumbling from the restaurant.
âHow do you accidentally read minds?â You snapped at him, unable to process that you were actually asking the question.
âAt the dinner for Jeonghan when you were trying to hit me over the head with the extinguisher I was scared for my life! It took Mingyu and Cheol to hold you back and everyone was pretty sure you were about to kill me. I just wanted to know your intent because there was such hatred coming off of you, and so when I took a teeny tiny baby peek even though you were physically trying to assault me your mind wasâŚyou were thinking about how cute I was when I was scared. And that was weirdâŚ.I didnât know what to make of it. So as time went on I started paying more attention to your stronger thoughts, not invading your mind, but the ones that leak out because theyâre so intense. All the thoughts you had about me werenât violent or even that angry. You were definitely annoyed a lot but Jihoon has that reaction all the time too. I was just surprised because most of the thoughts were kinda hot.â He finished, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
âHow long?â You demanded stepping closer to him.
âHuh?â
âHow long have you been doing this?â You clarified and he looked sheepish.
âSince last year. I never stopped after the dinner. I was trying to work up the courage to talk to you about it or ask you out but everytime we got within six feet of each other we bickered and Iâd forget. It wasnât until we were at Seokâs party and I was drunk and just kept saying what was on my mind. And then you kissed me and you liked the kiss and ââ
Your face fell into your hands. âOh my God thatâs why you knew what I thought about the kiss and why you said it back to me. Itâs why I could never catch you off guard with the flirting. Itâs how you knew I was faking it with Jihoon! This is â fuck you Soonyoung! This was a game that would literally be impossible for me to win, because you have telepathy!â You let out a hysterical laugh.
Soonyoung looked at a loss for words. âWhy do you keep saying that? It was never a game for me. For two years Iâve been trying to work up the courage to say something. When I did I was drunk and it was the wildest thing Iâve ever said but it got a reaction out of you. And I wanted that so I just kept going because we would be amazing together if we stopped fighting for once.â
You stared at him. You had no idea what to make of things now, it all seemed too much. Learning telepathy was real was already a huge ask, learning that all this time Soonyoungâs feelings had been genuine and you were too annoyed with him to see that kind of overtook the telepathy thing.
âSoâwhat now?â You asked because you genuinely had no clue what to do or say next. Your mind was a mess, you were in shock definitely and couldnât form coherent thought.
âYou win.â Soonyoung said, taking your hand in his. âIâm the prize. Letâs go.â
Soonyoung is in the living room in just his tight briefs. Your eyes are drawn like a magnet to the outline of his cock. Heâs fresh out of the shower ( he got really nervous and sweaty on the drive home ) and youâve relaxed some from earlier with two drinks and a lot of conversation about telepathy. Youâre hovering in the kitchen nursing a glass of water wondering why in the world you agreed to come back to his place with him.
âYou enjoying yourself?â He asks as he catches you staring.
He crosses the room and stands right in front of you. A solid wall of muscle and sex. Itâs as though he has some kind of magnetic field around him. His presence is inescapable. Once youâre in his orbit, you canât seem to think straight. You act like somebody you donât even recognize. Your pussy develops a mind of itâs own. He is so full of potent, raw sexuality and energy. Everything about him screams run away, but your body is drawn to him anyway.
âWho am I kidding,â he says, his voice low and deep, as he bends his head and brings his mouth closer to your ear. âI stare at you no matter what youâre wearing. So Iâm no better.â
âStop,â You whisper. You canât do this. You cannot let this man get a hold on you, because you know he was right earlier. You would be so good together. For whatever reason, you have insane chemistry, and you canât let him take this any further. You canât allow yourself to have any feelings for him. That would compromise every rule you made for yourself when it came to Soonyoung.
 âI canât stop,â he says, his voice dropping another octave. He places a hand on your hip, and your skin blooms with heat. âBelieve me, Iâve tried. I need to fuck you more than I have ever needed anything in my life.â
âWe canât,â You protest, but your voice is so quiet itâs barely audible.
âWe can.â His other hand is on your other hip now, and he pulls you closer to him until your bodies are almost touching. âLook at me,â he commands.
And you do it. Just like that, because he told you to. Because your body obeys him and you donât even know when that started to happen. You blink as you stare up at him. His pupils are so wide, they make his brown eyes appear black. They are full of longing and fire and need.
âIt wouldnât work. It would be a huge mistake,â You offer feebly.
He shakes his head. âNo, it wouldnât, and you know it. Let me take you to my bed and Iâll show you exactly how much of a mistake it wouldnât be.â
You open your mouth but no words come out. All you can focus on are his strong fingers flexing on your hips. How good they felt last night when he touched you at the baseball game. How much you wanted him to carry on before you stopped him. Your core contracts, flooding your pussy with heat and making you suck in a stuttered breath.
Soonyoung narrows his eyes at you. "Iâll make you a deal.â
âWhat deal?â You breathe out the words.
âLook at the clock on the wall behind me, and if I canât make you come in two minutes, then you can go to your dorm. But if I do make you come, then you spend the night with me. What do you say?â His voice has taken on that trademark competitive edge. Heâs all cockiness now. Typical Soonyoung.
You lick your lips, staring at him. Youâre already wet. But under two minutes? Thereâs no way he could pull that off. Youâve never had anyone make you come that easily. Not even guys you were really into. And you donât even like Soonyoung, so you can hold out, right? Besides, every cell in your body is vibrating with sexual energy. You want his hands on you. You want his fingers inside you. Just this once. Just to relieve this constant aching need in your pussy. Just once. âOkay, but when you donât get the job done in two minutes, you donât get to leave me hanging,â You say with a tilt of your head.
He smirks, full of confidence and arrogance. âIâll make you come no matter how long it takes. I promise.â
âOkay,â You whisper. What the hell are you doing?
âEyes on the clock then,â he orders. âAnd be honest about the time.â
âOf course,â You insist, your eyes now trained on the clock behind him, watching the second hand tick around.
âThen start timing me,â he growls. It takes him exactly two seconds to get his hand inside your panties. You place your hands on the counter on either side of you to keep yourself steady as he slides his fingers through your folds. âSo wet already,â he says with a wicked grin. â
âYou have one minute and fifty seconds,â You tell him as the clock goes on ticking.
âPlenty of time,â he growls as he starts to rub the pads of his middle and pointer fingers over and around your swollen clit with the perfect amount of pressure. Pleasure skitters around your body. He presses his lips against your ear. âOh, you like that, donât you?â
âYes,â You breathe, your knuckles turning white as your grip on the counter gets firmer. Heâs still not going to do this in under two minutes though. But then he starts kissing your neck. Trailing his lips and teeth over your sensitive skin as he dips his hand further into your panties, pulling them down as he works his entire hand between your thighs and forces you to spread your legs wider apart. One minute, thirty-two seconds left.
âYou like this more though, right?â Soonyoung whispers as he slides a finger inside you. He eases it in and out of you, and you bite your lip to stop from screaming his name and begging him for more. Youâre not giving him any pointers. One minute, nine seconds. Clearly though, he doesnât need any help. A few seconds later, he adds a second finger and your pussy coats him with slick heat and practically purrs his name.
âFuck, youâre so tight,â he gasps out clearly enjoying this just as much as you are. He drives deeper until he hits your G-spot and starts to massage it with his skilled fingers. Holy mother of fucking God. Fifty-two seconds. You wonder briefly if he can hear your thoughts.
âI can.â He responds with a dark laugh. âI like it. Keep going.â
âOk,â You moan as you wrap your arms around his neck and cling to him while he finger fucks you like he has a telepathic connection to your pussy too. Like he just unlocked expert level and completely bypassed all the others. His lips dust over the shell of your ear.
 âYour cunt loves my fingers. Wait until it feels my cock.â
âSoonyoung,â You groan as the familiar wave of an impending orgasm starts rolling through your core. Your thighs are trembling.
âKeep your eyes on the clock,â he pants as you bury your face against him.
âYeah, clock,â You gasp as your head goes on spinning and your body starts to vibrate with its impending release. You look over his shoulder. Twenty five seconds. Heâs not going to do it. He drives his fingers harder and deeper while he starts grinding the heel of his palm against your sensitive clit. Twenty-two seconds.
âSo wet. You hear that?â he questions. And you do. You hear the sound of your arousal dripping over his fingers as he works them in and out of you. Damn, heâs going to do it. Fifteen seconds.
âYouâre going to come like my good little kitten so I can bury my cock inside you, too, arenât you?â
âFucking hell Soonyoung,â You cry out his name as your orgasm crashes into your body. He wraps one strong arm around your waist, holding you tight while he continues gently massaging your pussy as your body bucks and shudders. Your eyes roll in your head as you struggle to focus on his face. Heâs staring at you. His eyes blaze with fire. But then he lets you go and walks to the other side of the room. The loss of heat makes you shiver in the cool room as you come down from the most intense orgasm you think youâve ever had in my life. He opens a cupboard and pulls out something before walking back to you. Itâs only when heâs standing right in front of you again that you see what heâs holding. A condom.
âTake off your pants,â he orders before he tears into the packet with his teeth.
 âI thought we were going to your room?â You whisper, surprised by how much the thought of him taking you to bed and continuing what heâs just started makes your entire body buzz with excitement. Heâs looking down, rolling the condom onto his cock. He looks up at you again to answer your question, his dark eyes locking on yours.
 âOh, we are, but I need to fuck you right now, so take off the goddamn pants.â
 You swallow a thick knot of anxiety that feels lodged in your throat, but you start to slide both your jeans and panties down your thighs. What if somebody comes in here?
âJihoonâs at a gig until late, he already told me. No one else is coming over they know weâre on a date,â he says, because thatâs right he can read your freaking mind.
He wraps you in his arms and lifts you onto the lowest counter. âSo this will work just fine,â he groans as he positions himself between your thighs. He mumbles something as he presses his huge cock against your opening. Your thighs are trembling. âIâll take this first go easy. Wouldnât want your instinct to hit me to kick in.â
He doesnât wait for an answer before he edges the tip of his length inside you, stretching you wide. It burns, but it feels so damn good too. You wrap your arms and legs around him, burying your face against his neck as he eases in deeper. âYouâre so fucking tight,â he hisses through clenched teeth.
Then he takes hold of your legs and unwraps them from around his waist. âI need you to let me in, kitten,â he groans, full of frustration and impatience. He hooks his forearms under your knees, pulling your hips toward him and spreading your thighs wide open. Your heart starts beating wildly as he looks at you. So exposed and open and vulnerable, in a way youâve never wanted to be. At least not in his presence. But the Soonyoung who might use this against you, see it as an opening to get the upper hand is gone.
âFuck Y/n. Your cunt looks so good being stretched by my cock,â he groans, and you reward him with a moan as your pussy squeezes around him. âJust keep holding on to me,â he growls as he slides a little deeper, and wet heat floods your pussy. You cling to his neck, dragging your lips over his skin as his muscles vibrate with the effort of holding himself back. You can feel the raw power in every muscle of his body, and the fact that heâs trying to be gentle makes your heart ache. This is torture. The slow burning stretch of being filled by him is turning your brain to liquid, not to mention every other organ in your body. It hurts, but itâs not enough. You need all of him.
Suddenly, youâre overcome by a desperate need to be filled by him. A burning desire to have him deep inside you, until there is no space left between you both. Your pussy throbs with a deep, carnal longing for his cock. Dusting your lips over the skin of his neck, you smile as it elicits a deep growl in his throat. âI want more,â You whisper.
âMore?â
âFor the love of God, Soonyoung. Just fuck me,â You plead, surprised at your own words because you have never, ever, begged to be fucked before. And certainly not by a man as infuriating and hateful as this one. He curses as he drives all the way inside you. You press your mouth against his skin, muffling your cries of pleasure tinged with pain as he fills you. You try to squeeze your thighs, but he holds you open as he slides out before driving back inside. Warmth floods your core. Each time he pulls out and thrusts back in, your pussy rewards him with more slick heat.
 âOh fuck,â You whimper in his ear as he groans in yours.
âYou feel so fucking good. Being inside you⌠I knew it wouldâŚâ He thrusts harder, and you always pass out as the crown of his cock rubs against something inside you that makes you scream in pleasure whilst also wanting to declare your undying devotion to him. Apparently love and hate really are two sides of the same coin. As the last tremors of your second orgasm pulse through you, Soonyoung whispers how pretty you are as he grinds out his own release. When he pulls out of you a few seconds later, the wet sound that echoes around the small room makes your cheeks burn with heat. He pulls the condom off and tosses it into the trash can. You lean against the counter with your legs wobbling like Jell-O and wondering what happens now. This is unfamiliar territory for you.
But then he grabs hold of your hand and pulls you with him as he starts walking down the hall.
 âWhere are we going?â
âMy room, kitten,â he says with a wink. âI am nowhere near done with you.â
Despite what you just did in the kitchen, you feel nervous and kind of awkward as you stand in Soonyoungâs bedroom, next to his bed with questionable tiger striped sheets. He stalks toward you, and it makes a shiver run the length of your spine. You are so out of your depth here you just might drown. He runs his fingertips over your cheek. âWhy are you so nervous?â he asks in a soft, gentle tone.
âThis isnât⌠I donât usually do this kind of thing,â You say, old irritation flaring.
âHave sex?â he asks with a flicker of amusement.
âWith people who I donât even like, yes,â You snap. If heâs trying to mess with you, then he can go to hell.
âThereâs my feisty little kitten.â He slides his hands over your hips and onto your ass, pulling you close to him so that you can feel his hard cock pressing against your stomach. âBut you have nothing to be nervous about. You already know how hard you make me and how much I want to fuck you.â He reaches for the edge of your shirt and starts to peel it off you, and you lift your arms to help him. And now you're standing in front of him completely naked. His hands coast over your back, running over every inch of skin.Â
âYouâre beautiful,â he murmurs as he trails soft kisses over your neck. âI want to see every part of you. I want to taste you.â He pushes you back against the bed until you're lying on it. His hands slide up your thighs as he spreads them wide open until you're completely exposed to him. The look in his eyes makes your thighs tremble, and before you can stop him, his head is between your thighs and his mouth is on your clit.
He presses the flat of his tongue against you. He licks the length of your wet slit and damn near makes your eyes roll back in your head. âFucking heaven, going to enjoy eating you out,â he murmurs before he sucks your clit into his hot mouth and swirls his tongue over the sensitive bud of flesh.
âHoly fuck,â You hiss as your toes curl and your thighs tremble.
He is so good at that. How much practice has he had? Suddenly, you donât care. Heat and pleasure builds in your core and rolls through your thighs while he feasts on your pussy with more skill than any man his age should have all to himself. When he slips two fingers into you and starts to fuck you while he eats, you enter a whole new realm of pleasure. In fact, you think you might just have drifted onto another plane of existence. And when you look at his face, he catches your eye and winks, and you almost pass out.
He didnât lie about enjoying this, heâs getting as much out of it as you are. You press your head back against the pillow, silencing your constant internal chatter and focusing on his magical fingers and tongue and the pleasure they are currently wringing from your body. And when you come with a breathy cry of his name, he doesnât stop. Not even when you pull his hair and tell him you've had enough.
âI havenât,â he purrs, wrapping his arms around the backs of your thighs to hold you close to his face as you squirm. âGive me one more and then I can fuck you as hard as I want to.â
A wave of pleasure rolls over you, knocking the breath from your lungs and rendering you speechless. You're so lost in the bliss that you almost don't hear him utter the question, "What's your name?"
"What?" You murmur in confusion chasing the pleasure shooting through you,
"Name?" He ask again, his mouth vibrating against your clit.
"Soonyoung," You answer through a moan and he laughs.
"That's my name. I want to know your name." He says and you don't answer, you can't. It feels too good, your release is too close. And only when he has wrung another mind-altering orgasm from your body does he stop. Pushing himself up and rolling on a condom, he plows into you, burying his face in your neck as he nails you to his mattress. And all you can do is cling on, with your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as he fucks you better than you had ever even dreamed was possible.
Afterwards you and Soonyoung lie in bed facing each other, which feels strangely personal even after what you've just done. There's the sound of a door opening and closing indicating Jihoon must be home. You have no idea how you're going to explain this, Soonyoung didn't even close his door when he dragged you in here. So now you're both exposed wrapped in his horrible bed sheets waiting for Jihoon to pass by.
"Hey remember when I told you at Seok's party I'd make you cum so hard you'd forget your own name?" Your face floods with heat, embarrassment creeping along your spine. Soonyoung just grins.
"I win."
TO BE CONTINUED.....
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âI wonât love her, i promise I wonât. so please, please donât kill her.â
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#sorry yall i js read secret lady and those words reminded me of them :x will actyally post a fic soon tho LOL#hsr x reader#dazai x reader#chuuya x you#Giyu x reader#sanemi x reader#aventurine x reader#sunday x reader#dan heng x reader#blade x reader#thank u for saying childe#ily#childe x reader#scara x reader#also scara bcuz I am currently thinking abt him
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Dp x Dc AU: Danny's final Interview with Tim Drake for the Wayne Enterprise's Space Program Operation Janus Crew... Demon Twin AU.
Danny had been waiting for his offer letter from WE to be officially part of the Janus Crew. He'd done all the standard rigorous testing and passed with flying colors. He'd talked to every single head engineer and interviewed at all levels to prove that he was the man for this mission. It was as good as gold, so Danny was surprised when he got a call from the PA to Tim Drake, the CEO himself, to come in for a final interview. Just a formality and mostly just to meet the man who was going to be the poster boy for their program. Makes sense, but is unnerving, nonetheless.
The second he walks into the office space, Tam Fox seemingly does a double take, blinking a few times when he explains that he's there for a final interview. She nods and he proceeds as if nothing about that was weird.
Tim Drake has four laptops in front of him and a scattering of papers, but looking up to see Danny, he closes them all and the image of a scattered young man trying to run a Fortune 500 company is replaced with some one of deadly capability.
"Danny Fenton. Great to meet you, I appreciate you coming by today." Tim says, but Danny can see the sharks fin in the water.
"Of course, I'm excited to be part of the Crew." Danny throws back, making it clear right away that Tim needs to cut to the chase if Danny's not going to be an astronaut with WE. NASA will take him back in a heartbeat if WE is going to try and play games.
"We're excited to have you, everyone speaks of you like the next Armstrong or Aldrin. I just had a few questions, as an informality, that I wanted answered."
"I feel like I've answered every question there could be about me, but go ahead. I'm an open book."
"Great. I suppose I'll start with asking about your adoptive family, the Fentons. Were they good to you when you transitioned to their home?"
"...It's not common knowledge that I'm adopted. Mom and Dad are fine. We have a strained relationship now because of my teenage rebellion but I still go home for most holidays." Danny is on edge, but also a bit excited? How did Tim find this out?
"I see. I'm an adopted child myself, you can understand maybe why I asked. Do you have any relationship with your birth family?" Tim asks, but its clear he's asking something else. Danny calls it how he sees it.
"What are you trying to find out? I mean really, you're very polite but this doesn't have to do with my job."
"I'll cut to the chase then. Do you hold any allegiance to Ra's al Ghul or the League of Assassins?"
"Woah." Danny blinks.
"Woah as in you're surprised I found out, or Woah in surprise that you've been found out?"
"Woah as in, what the fuck, I haven't thought of his name in decades. I escaped pretty young after being abused from birth."
"That's what I needed to know. You have a sister through the Fentons, and a cousin that I suspect is a clone, any other siblings?" Tim asks, his to the point question making Danny's head spin. How the fuck did this guy know about Dani?
"How do you-"
"Any other siblings, Danny?" Tim repeats, cutting him off.
"...Yeah. I should have a twin running around out there. But if this has to do with whatever crazy bullshit he might be up to, I swear i'm not in contact with him or his family. I haven't been since I freed myself."
Tim looks like he's contemplating something, his eyes are still evaluating Danny as though he were a frog in freshman year Bio.
"I have a little brother, Danny, and it's interesting. He's not particularly fascinated by space but he likes to keep up with all the astronauts. I took it upon myself to research you once you came on the roster two years ago for this position. I know you're capable and I had no doubt that you'd be the man for the job. Then I saw your picture."
"You... saw my picture?"
"My brother watches out for Astronauts because he holds onto the hope that someone from his past might be one some day. That it might lead to their reconciliation." Tim clarifies.
Danny can't do anything but stare. No. No way.
"I told Damian not to look into the astronauts for the Janus Crew. Want to guess why?" For the first time, Tim's eyes look soft around the edges. Danny stays silent for a while, head reeling from this information.
"...Is he. Is he free?" Danny finally asks.
"He's left the league and burned all allegiance he held for them, if that's what you're asking. Came to join his dad, my adoptive father, when he was about ten. So just a few years after you made your own way out without him."
"That's... That's good. I'm glad. He's healthy?" Danny can't help himself but inquire. He'd loved his brother until it literally broke him.
"Most days. He runs an animal sanctuary, has a girlfriend and a best friend, gets along with our large family."
"Woah." Danny's near speechless again.
"I'm telling you this because... He's going to find out Friday with the press release of you being our Crew Leader. He'll see you and no doubt try to contact you. I want you to have the choice of reaching out to him before that, or at least make your peace with what you have to say to him if you don't want a relationship."
"Why?"
"Because I don't care to see my siblings hurt. Here, it's my personal line, below it is Damian's. Reach out to me if you'd like for me to plan a meeting spot, reach out to him if you'd prefer I stay out of it. I understand completely if my questions have led you to not trust me." Tim offers him a piece of paper with two phone numbers on it, Danny takes it with shaking hands.
"I... See. Okay." and then after a moment, Danny added numbly "Thanks."
Tim stands and Danny follows, they're both walking towards the door and Danny can't help but feel like he's waiting for another shoe to drop. Tim has a look in his eye like Jazz might on his birthday.
"One last thing before you go and you're officially listed as our star Astronaut: I took care of those pesky case files and lab reports for you. The white ones. It is quite literally impossible for that heinous shit to every bother you again."
"Wait, What? Why would you do that for me? You couldn't have known-"
"It's what family is for. Have a good day, Janus Crew Lead Danny."
#dcxdp#dpxdc#dc x dp#dp x dc#dc crossover#dp crossover#danny phantom#tim drake#long post#dc x dp fic#eheheehe tim is always in the know#nothing can be buried from him. he will find every record#i like to think that Danny joins for a wayne family sunday brunch after his mission in the stars#demon twin au#damian and danny are twins#danny and damian are twins#astronaut danny au
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yeah I would ruin my life to kiss him and keep him happy and light his cigarettes forever too
less annoying version vv sorry I have to let myself commit to my Vision
#MAME#anthony green#anthony green art#franthony#ls dunes#jaws of life#anyway. this is an announcement post to say I have a fic starting up this sunday :) aboooooooooout. jaws of life#eyestrain#prismakes#barks
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To Serve
by @flower-cage Ao3 | Masterlist Aemond Targaryen x Servant!Reader Summary: That morning, the crown Prince entered the young Queen's chambers and changed your life forever.
Words: 3,768
Warnings: explicit sexual content, dubious consent, power imbalance, humiliation kink, voyeurism. Minors, do not interact.
Your new role of serfdom started not unlike that of attending to the needs and whims of the Dragons. Up before dawn, you ensured that dresses were washed and perfumed, jewelry and shoes polished. In the late morrow, you served tea to the Queen and her mother. At luncheon, you would have taken the chance, in their absence, to clean and tidy their chambers, had it not been for your newest promotion.
That morning, while his sister and mother broke their fast, the Prince entered the young Queenâs chambers and changed your life forever.
He had always paid you close attention. In truth, only seldom were you ever in the presence of the one-eyed Prince, but whenever chance brought you together, you felt his lingering, insistent gaze on the hairs in the back of your neck. Always.Â
It did not take long for others to take notice of it, too. Often the maids would tease you for the interest you had awakened in the Prince known to be harsh and cold and cruel like a winter storm.
âYou are fortunate he does not take after his brotherâs depraved malversations,â you would often hear.
This was what the whole of Westeros knew of him back then, before the Dance.
That morning, you had twisted your hands in your apron, standing outside his door and garnering the strength to raise one of them to the wooden slabs.
âIt is unlike my son to show interest in a lady,â the Dowager Queen had told you, clinking a silver teaspoon against fine porcelain, âor anyone at all, for that matter.â
Your guts knotted of their own accord. Your spine shuddered cold.
âI would like you to tend to his needs from now on,â she had announced easily, breaking apart a piece of crusty bread. âAll of his needs.â
Now, you often wonder if she would have offered you so unashamedly if she had known he would mature into such an unscrupulous man. Or, you wonder most often, perhaps she had always known. Perhaps she had hoped he would satisfy his dormant savagery, then inhibited by a pretense of duty and propriety, if only she delivered him a feast before it fully wakened.
And feast he would, though his hunger would never be sated.
In the end, he would teach you everything you learned of this world of carnal indulgences.
That morning, he had risen leisurely from his seat of leather, strode to you lazily, smiled self-assuredly. You stood stoic, hands fidgeting and sweating behind your back, a half-step past his chambersâ door after courage and fear had finally coaxed you in.
He stalked toward you until his nose brushed yours faintly and your back rested against the cold wood. His eye roamed you freely, his masculine scent of leather and cedar crowded your senses, and your body shuddered beneath his desirous stance.
âI shall not take that which is not freely given,â his whisper tickled the shell of your ear, âand I shall not award what is not yet desired.â
His promise stretched on for days on end.
You tended to him much like you had his sister: tending to his chambers, washing his clothing, learning his habits. You served him wine at supper and tea in the morrow. You dressed him before Small Council meetings and bathed him after his daily practices.
Until you didnât.
âPrince Aemond requests your services,â a familiar knight announces after rapping on the door.
You rise from where you have been sitting at your vanity table, combing your hair to a shine as is your Princeâs preference. You fix the sleeves on your dress, but it does not grant you any decency whatsoever, not when its translucent, iridescent silk ostensibly reveals the shape and shades of your bare body, not when the slit that travels up your right thigh cuts up to your hip bone.Â
Such are and have always been your Princeâs preferences.
âWhere is your uniform?â he asked you sternly when you met him at the training grounds.
He took the cup of fresh water from the tray you carried, gulping down its contents to then wipe his face and short hair with the towel you brought him.
âM-my Prince?â you asked timidly, breathless at the abrupt inquiry and at the sweat that glistened his pale skin.
âThe dresses I gifted you,â he pressed, displeased. âI thought I made myself clear - you are to wear them henceforth. You are to solely wear them.â
His sharp gaze was menacing, surely, but the disappointment was there, too, hidden in the glint of his blue eye to chastise and guilt you. Though mortified at the improper implications of his demands, the thought of disobeying him was what truly shook you to the core.
The White Cloak takes you to a set of heavy doors which he pushes open to reveal King Aegon IIâs Small Council. He was once the depraved son of King Viserys I, but he is no longer the exclusive bearer of such a title.
Your Prince sits to the left of the King now, across from the Lord Hand, in a great position of power. The Dance had reshaped many things in the Realm, and he had been no exception.Â
He doesnât cover his monstrous gash and sapphire stone like he used to when his mother was still alive. He hasnât held many habits of propriety since. More scars cut across his milky skin, some even crawling from beneath his collar, and the long white mane he used to proudly maintain in honor of his heritage is kept short to enhance all of his additional, menacing features.
His body is that of a man, now: no longer slim and taut but large and burly from battle, and yet his most striking transformations had not been merely bodily.
You walk toward him surely but quietly, eyes fixed on him whilst he does not award you a single glance. He is engrossed in the scheming that does not halt at your entrance, but you know he wants you when you see his parted knees, when you see leather pulled tight over his stiff shaft.
His jaw is clenched tight and the fingers on his right hand fiddle around thin air, so you know to step silently between his parted legs and descend to your knees underneath the table. The rough fingers that do not worry over it snake around the back of your head to gently thread through your hair. He neednât say nor command anything else.
You stroke him to full hardness, grazing your teeth against the base and running your nose along the shaft, to then unbutton him quietly.
He is as silky and warm as always against your tongue. He drags against your cheeks when you hollow them and his skin, taut around his swollen tip, pulls back and forth when you suck on it. You donât recall when you first enjoyed his weight in your mouth this much.
You risk a glance at him. He pays you no mind, and his stoic façade gives away nothing, but his chest moves up and down rapidly and you know it means youâre being good. You suppress a whine at his modest appreciation.
He is impossibly handsome as he towers over you, gaze sharp and jaw tight as he ignores you. You want nothing more than his praise and attention, so you lick and please him slowly, lazily and patiently. He is busy, you remind yourself, and he will reward you when the time comes. He always does.
Between your thighs, your skimpy dress slickens with your arousal as it builds steadily to an insatiable ache. It has become second nature for your body to give in to him in this way, even when he has yet to touch you. He has trained you this way.
âHave you kept it wet for your Prince?â he whispers against your neck each time he comes back to his quarters in the early evening.Â
The question is often accompanied by a slithering hand, like a snake that seeks warmth, it buries itself in your cunt to confirm it is to his standards. He hums in satisfaction each time.
âWhen in my presence,â he had told you once, depositing you in an armchair across his desk, âI want to marvel at my cunt freely,â he explained as he hooked your knees over the armrests and bunched your skirts around your waist.
And you awakened breathless, hours later, with his tongue licking inside you and his nose on your pearl of pleasure.Â
You had stood no chance. To you, he is intrinsically bound to that feeling that crawls under your skin, that under his touch erupts in elation.
Now, you are wide awake and it is you who tastes him eagerly.Â
When he begins to drip, hot and salted, your fingers grip his thighs harder as your own quiver in a need you haven't been able to control in a long time. You look at him again. His cheeks are hollowed, jaw locked shut, eyes slitted in fury.
The lords in the Small Council havenât halted their discussion despite your interruption and it is clear what they discuss displeases your Prince greatly. If not, he might have not summoned you.
This is not the first time the Prince has had you in their presence, it is not the first time he has had you in the presence of others at all. If it had been, perhaps you would have been capable of greater shame.
When he took you in and you proceeded to tend to him exclusively, little of your customary routine changed. But when his demands started to reflect his true intentions, his true desires, it couldnât be said you were a simple maid of the palace.
That first time, you had been brushing your hair at your vanity, as you often now did, and applying to your skin the feminine oils your Prince preferred. In an immodest lavender dress of his choosing and delicate jewelry he appreciated, you tended to yourself as he demanded.
The doors to his sleeping chambers push open to allow a small entourage of maids to set his breakfast - your breakfast. Your jerk reaction is to look away from them, the people who had once been your colleagues, and hide your healthy, pampered face.Â
Your eyes land on his lavish, sunny balcony where he leans against the railing directly across from you. He loves to watch his beast terrorize the city below with her sky-bound rounds first thing in the morrow. But he watches her no longer.
He shines brightly and god-like under the sun; his messy short hair glows a halo above him, and the sapphire lodged on the left side of his face glints to highlight the cut of his scar like thunder. Despite the warmth of the morning shine, he is cold, white-cold, with his silver hair and porcelain skin, his milky chemise that reveals his milky chest, and his silky pants that bulk to reveal his salacious musings.
Your breathing quickens as you take him in fully, in all his terrifying, improper glory. Your hand holds your brush halfway through its path and your lips hang parted as he holds your gaze intently, as you watch him with a hunger that escapes your agency.
When he pushes off the stone ledge, you let your brush hit the floor. Such is the effect he has on you, such is the extent of his influence.
He drops to frame you within his arms, leveraging against the cushioned seat of your vanity desk, to take your lips in sloppy teasing, giving you just enough of a taste that something within you quivers wantonly.
Behind you, the porcelains and silvers continue to clink against the wood, chairs scrape across the stone, and heavy cloth slaps in the still air.
âWhatâs this, then?â he whispers and deprives you of his tongue too quickly. You grasp onto his strong arms to center yourself, breathing heavily against him.Â
Fingers run up your inner thigh and you shiver violently, desiring him violently.
âAre you ashamed of serving your Prince?â he grins maliciously.
âO-of course not my-â you choke on a gasp when he brings his hot lips to your neck, sucking on the spots that have you dripping under your skimpy gown.
He takes your left knee and hooks it around his hip, pulling you flush against him as he presses you down on the long chaise. A yelp escapes you when you feel his hot girth against your cunt.
âOr are you ashamed of how thoroughly you enjoy it?â he grunts against your lips, thrusting his clothed bulge against you. You bite your lips closed painfully as you are painfully aware of the people behind you.
âI didnât say you could leave,â he barks, glancing upward to your utmost horror. You hear the servants scurry behind you, imagining their bowed heads and embarrassed looks. Your own embarrassment grows until tears gather in the corners of your eyes.
âNot until she comes,â he adds, looking at you, grinning widely, while he snakes a hand between your legs and burrows his fingers deep inside in a swift stroke.
You burn in shame when your eyes roll to the back of your head and a long whine is forced out of your lips.
âIt wonât be long now,â he continues, watching your tears spill, fucking your cunt fast, âshe is wet and swollen already.â
Indeed, the noises coming from between your legs are excessively obscene. And he is right, he knows your cunt - his cunt - too well.
When he plugs you with his thick girth, you whine and moan in complete abandon. And when he plows you fast enough to make the chaise scrape against the floors, you scream and beg for him before soaking his cock in your unlimited ecstasy.
The first time heâs ever had you in the presence of others was long ago.
Now, you know that when his fingers tighten on your nape you are to release his hard cock quickly. You know to mount it instead.
You make quick, silent work of it not to disturb him and the processes of the court that still unravel behind you. You straddle his thighs, tuck your toes behind his knees, grip his leather vest tightly, and hide your face in the crook of his neck. The hand that had been in your hair now rests on your hip, thumb hooked under the scandalous slit of your dress to bury in the crease where your thigh meets your hip.
You count the time that passes in the drops of sweat that roll down your temple, in shaky breaths you rein against his skin, in the thrums of your blood.
Your cunt, dripping and dripping, quivers weakly around him. Though you refrain from moving and driving yourself to your insanity, it throbs on his shaft as you feel the mere ghost of his touch on your most pleasurable spot.
Your body aches with the effort of keeping composure, keeping quiet, keeping from breaking. And every time your Prince has input on the session that stretches on, his chest rumbles and you must refrain from mewling in satisfaction.
It is not until your mind is hazy with exhaustion and your eyes spill tears of agony that the heavy chairs start to scrape against the stone floors, one by one. Your heartbeats pick up their rhythm from where they had rested in patience.Â
And when footsteps follow, he pulls your face from hiding by the sweaty hairs on the back of your neck.
A small yet immensely condescending smile plays on his sculpted lips. It makes you aware of your humiliating conditions: a servant, chosen to fulfill the pleasures of her liege Prince, at the brink of insanity from entertaining her own pleasures instead.
You are lost in his mismatched blue eyes, so much so that you are caught off guard when he starts shoving your hips back and forth to grind on his cock. Instantly, it drags a long gasp from you, crosses your eyes, waters your mouth.
âHm?â he questions patronizingly, looking down with a raised eyebrow that mocks your lustful reaction.
His ministrations are excruciating, his cockhead bullying hard and unforgiving on your most pleasurable spot. In this way, you are violently driven to ecstasy, just shy of peaking with the same intensity, when he halts all movement without warning.
But you are given time to neither cry nor beg for his mercy, for he hugs you tight to his chest, angles your hips up and away from his cock, and thrusts.
You gasp painfully against his leather-covered pecs when he does, and he soon pulls your head back by your hair to place your chin against it instead.
Through your pleasure-hazed eyes, you see his mirth and his composure. And it is always this way: regardless of how eagerly he takes you, no matter how passionately he desires you, you are always the one debauched and he is always the one untarnished, always viciously becoming of his royal status.
âGo on then,â he murmurs when he watches your tears roll the sides of your face, your lips parted in unbearable pleasure. âGo on and cream on it.â
Because his growl electrifies you from within, because youâve learned to be promptly obedient, because you cannot help it, you do as he commands.
Your cunt contracts so tightly, for a second his cock gets trapped mid-thrust before he repeatedly shoves himself inside you to forcefully ride the surges of your orgasm. Your loose chin bumps against his chest, leaving sloppy trails behind, and your breasts spill, little by little, from the flimsy restraint of the fabric that skates down between your bodies.
He loves to debase you in this way.
He doesnât stop, and you are unable to determine when your first orgasm ends and the second starts to mount.
But he can.
He hisses when he feels it - your cunt throbbing again, dripping relentlessly - and bares his sharp teeth in a sneer, watching your glimmering, dopey eyes.
His grip on your hip strengthens, the arm that loops around your back to grasp your hair tenses, and he rises to his feet only to drop you unceremoniously onto the stone surface behind you.
âGods,â he growls, slows his ministrations, and you savor every excessive inch of his, so evident now your cunt is hot and swollen from the long wait, from the incessant grinding. âI would keep you on my cock from sunrise to nightfall.â
He holds onto your hips, forcing them down against the table so that you donât slide away from his calculated, powerful pushes, and watches his shaft disappear within you attentively.
âI would keep you on it,â he licks his lips, âat tea with my sister,â he meets your eyes again, after appreciating the uncoordinated bouncing of your breasts.
âOn my morning flights,â he continues, lowering himself to hover above you, a hand pressed next to your head. âAnd I would carry you, and display you on my hard cock, all over this castle.â
He picks up his brutish pace again and you gasp and whine unabashedly, and new tears spill from your unfocused eyes, and your bottom lip quivers. Such is the effect of his praise.
âWhatâs that now, huh?â he coos, forcing a little sob from you, but you are unable to communicate. Instead, you part your lips and plead with big, wet eyes.
He lets go of your hip to support himself fully on his forearms, hovering a bit closer now. You can feel his warmth, now, you can scent his luscious exertion.
His nose brushes lightly against your own, just beyond reach, and you canât avoid bending your back, tilting your chin, or your tongue poking out between your teeth, desperate for a taste.
His eye darkens significantly and he tuts in feigned disappointment.
âNeedy little thing,â he murmurs, only to plunge his soft tongue right where you yearned for it.
His kisses are supple and sloppy and not enough to sate you. When he pulls away and you whine in agony, he lets his drool slide down his tongue and onto yours. And the debauchery of the act drives pathetic moans from your lips and desperate rolls of your hips.
Above you, your Prince moans and hisses, then plunges himself against your sweetest spot with renewed, unstoppable vigor. And yet again you cry pathetically, eyes crossing and mouth hanging open, tits flying and slapping, cunt gushing and thrumming.
âI fucking love it when you get like this,â your Prince grunts viciously behind gritted teeth, shoving his girthy length in and out without mercy for your sanity.
âWet,â his hand lowers to grope your plump bottom, âhot,â he forces you against his unforgiving plows, âutterly dimwitted for your Princeâs cock.â
He loves to debase you in this way, and the response you manage is a string of blabbering, dimwitted pleas.
âIf I didnât know any better,â he grunts again, panting above you as his crazed movements and your lascivious reactions burn his muscular body, âIâd think youâre falling in love with it.â
âOh, I am!â you yelp, long and loud, mind entirely lost in the bliss he fucks into you. âI love it⌠I love my Princeâs cock,â you whimper timidly against his lips and he angles his cock to bully that spongy, swollen button of yours.
âYeeess,â you moan again. âThere, there,â you beg with your cries and beseeching eyes.
You come on a scream that reverberates through the tall, stony walls of the Small Council room. And though your walls contract viciously, your Prince pushes through them determinedly, driving you to an immediate third peak that absolutely floods your cunt before he even dumps his hot seed inside you.Â
You come on his cock long and hard, and you come still when he too finishes. And when he drops his weight onto you, finally, and his head thumps against the table next to yours, your cunt still flutters from the sensorial memory of the onslaught it endured.
Your skin is impossibly hot and sweaty, and your body impossibly exhausted.
And yet.
âTonight,â your Prince starts after long moments of silence, raising his head only to meet your eyes, âwe will hold a private audience for the King.â
Your body shivers cold, your eyes bulge out, but your cunt contracts around him meekly.
He watches you closely, with his eye delighted and a wide grin, malicious.Â
âI want you just like this,â he warns, taking your jaw in a firm grasp, âon your best behavior.â
He loves to debase you, and you love to serve him.
#hotd fic#aemond targaryen x reader#aemond targaryen fic#aemond targaryen fanfic#aemond targaryen#aemond targaryen fanfiction#aemond targaryen smut#aemond targaryen x you#hotd fanfic#aemond x you#aemond x servant reader#hotd smut#lol not me posting another one at 3am on a sunday#work is going to suck tomorrow i guess
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sooo bucktommy won me over, i couldn't resist anymore đ so here's a bit of them after their date lol (also, I didn't get the Tommy hype before but after seeing him everywhere for two days... I get it now đĽľ)
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"(...)Â We should do this again.â Tommy says, turning fully towards Buck, and Buckâs eyes immediately find his lips. He canât wait to kiss him again, and this would be the time, at the end of the date, wouldnât it?
âWe should.â Buck nods, licks his lips, eyes darting up to Tommyâs eyes. Heâs smiling softly, just looking at Buck. âI-â he starts, and then thinks, fuck it, and this time he makes a move, as he leans across the console to grab Tommyâs chin, like he did Buckâs in his kitchen, and bring him in for a kiss. Tommy immediately reciprocates, and Buck melts against him, and then when Tommyâs calloused hand covers his cheek, it just feels so- so different, in the best way possible. This kiss lasts longer than the first one, each of them constantly coming back for more, but itâs as gentle and tender as that one. Buck loves it, and canât help smiling into it. He wants more. âHey.â Buck says, finally pulling away, licks his spit-covered lips nervously. âDo you- do you maybe wanna come in for a beer?â he asks shyly, and at Tommyâs surprised expression and raised eyebrow he realizes it might sound like heâs inviting him for more than a beer, and he panics again. âI- I- I mean, just a beer. And maybe- maybe more of this.â he pecks Tommyâs lips again, not able to resist a smile. âBut just a beer. I donât think Iâm- But who knows, maybe-â he stumbles over his words, because the truth is, he wants Tommy, he wants⌠he wants so much, he wants to experience so much for the first time â itâs just that heâs not sure if itâs not too quick for this relationship, and for him.
âEvan.â Tommy interrupts, bringing his other hand up, now cradling Buckâs face in both, thumbs moving soothingly along Buckâs cheeks. âYour pace, remember? No pressure, no rush.â
âYouâre really cool, you know that?â Buck whispers.
âSo I keep hearing.â Tommy chuckles, and itâs adorable. He kisses Buck again, and the butterflies in Buckâs stomach go crazy. Fuck, he doesn't remember the last time he felt this giddy and excited and just light. âIâd love to come in for a beer.â
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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @thebravebitch @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @watchyourbuck @eowon @loserdiaz @evanbegins @ladydorian05 @wildlife4life @diazpatcher @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @thewolvesof1998 @neverevan @weewootruck @loveyouanyway @spagheddiediaz @rainbow-nerdss @epicbuddieficrecs @pirrusstuff @spotsandsocks @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @nmcggg @rogerzsteven @giddyupbuck @sunshinediaz @honestlydarkprincess @underwater-ninja-13 @exhuastedpigeon @911-on-abc @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @theotherbuckley @buddieswhvre @dangerpronebuddie @diazsdimples @daffi-990 @bidisasterbuckdiaz @fortheloveofbuddie @hoodie-buck @tizniz @your-catfish-friend
#seven sentence sunday#no one look at me i gave in i'm officially boarding the bucktommy ship lmao#this is insane what is going on why is tommy/lou just taking over and changing my whole mind rn lmao#I just want buck to be all giddy and flustered and explore this and just be excited about it aahhh im obsessed lol#fic snippet#wikiangela writes#my writing#my wips#911 fic#911 abc#bucktommy#tommy kinard#evan buckley#bucktommy post-date fic#idk how to tag this lol#btw the beer will lead to some heavy making out bc buck deserves to make out with a cute guy lol
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Sunday Six(ish)
Okay, so a few more than six, but whatever. This is an excerpt for a post-Reichenbach reunion fic for @educatedinyellow that is 100% inspired by her gorgeous vid Underwater. I've been poking at this for ages, but I do plan to finish, pinky swear!
Pull Me Up Again
âNoâŚâ Johnâs hand flies out to brace himself against the door frame. It canât be. It canât. But it is. Sherlock Holmes, his hair bleached and cut close to his scalp, is soaking wet and dripping rainwater on the worn mat left behind by the previous tenant. He runs his hand over his head, as if looking for his nonexistent curls. He looks as if a whisper will blow him away, but he is entirely corporeal. Alive. âJohn,â Sherlock says, his voice low and rough. âJohn Watson.â Oh, that voice. His name in that voice. Any doubts John has about who stands before him vanish like smoke in the wind. He knows that voice too well. And that face, that infuriating, beloved face. Both have haunted him mercilessly for the past two years. Johnâs brain shorts out and his vision goes fuzzy. He blinks again and yep, thatâs Sherlock Holmes. Not actually dead. Christ. âJohn,â Sherlock says again, louder. His eyes are red-rimmed, but his focus is razor sharp. He coughs twice, then clears his throat. âI could use a towel. Iâm rather wet.â âYouâve got to be fucking joking.â Johnâs trick leg finally gives up and buckles, and he drops to the floor. Sherlock follows him down.
What are you all working on? Just to get started, I'm tagging @discordantwords @totallysilvergirl @arwamachine @lisbeth-kk @kettykika78 but would love to see what you all have.
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Saxaphone player Gallagher has not left my mind since the jazz night art dropped AND THEN Robin saying Halovianâs innately have good voices and Sunday used to hum lullabies to her as kids happened in the 2.2 special program, and Iâm sure you guys can see where my unfortunate Galladay heart is going with this.
Whoever decided to make this art, I love you. I hope your pillow is cool every night, youâre never stuck in traffic, and your water is refreshing with every sip.
Also the art of Sunday with the White Gentlemen drink in the S.P.A.R.K.L.E jazz night event has also spiraled into me delusionally thinking thatâs his go to drink. Which is hilarious since Robin has hinted before that he seems to have a massive sweet tooth in her letters.
(Sunday how do you even make holding a drink menacing, Sunday please get some therapy-)
So imagine this:
Pre 2.0 Galladay, where theyâre both wary and suspicious of each other but didnât do anything outright. Sunday slowly began to visit Gallagherâs bar whenever he had time to observe the Hound, initially on the down low just to get a sense of what he was working with and what to keep an eye on. He always gravitated to that one corner booth that every bar had with the most privacy, and just stalked there for a few hours before leaving. (Smol menacing birb in a tree vibes)
Gallagher obviously knew that Sunday was doing this (even though everyone else seemed to somehow completely miss him, Gallagher wouldnât be surprised if Sunday was doing some weird Harmony mind tricks), and after the first few âstakeouts,â he bit the bullet and actually approached the table to engage with Sunday, on the off chance this was some weird âtest of loyaltyâ by the Halovian to see if the Hound would swallow his pride to serve his so-called masters.
Nothing terrible happened, but he remained passive-aggressively polite when serving him, and Sunday remained passive-aggressively cool-headed in response. There was some snark of what dear âsweet-toothedâ Sunday would want at a bar, and an icy reply of âarenât you the master drink smith? Why donât you show me those skills you boasted about?â which led to Gallagher being petty and giving Sunday the White Gentlemen drink, both for the story behind it being such a metaphor for Sunday, and because it was on the more bitter side of alcoholic drinks.
Sunday wasnât too against the drink; it wasnât something he would have ordered if it had been his choice, but it wasnât a bad drink by any means. He couldnât help but continue to drink it even after Gallagher left his little hidey booth to go back to the main bar, but heâd never stoop so low as to complement the Hound. Of course, he never ordered anything else from then on, only White Gentleman. In fact, over time it seemed to slowly get better, the flavors grew on him, and he couldn't help but look forward to it during difficult nights in the Dreamscape.
If Gallagher tried to needle him into a different drink, Sunday just bit back a âoh? Admitting defeat? I thought this was your best drink for me?â with a little smirk while Gallagher had to use every bit of self-control to not punch him in the face.
As time went on, the bar slowly became a place Sunday frequented to not quite relax, but to get away from the hustle and bustle of Penacony and his duties as one of its main faces. The stresses slowly started piling up, especially with the Charmony fast approaching in a few months and all that came with it.
Gallagher didnât seem to loosen up regarding his attitude with Sunday, but he did get better at shoving down the visceral hatred he had for everything to do with The Family and Sunday as time went on. He didnât get soft with Sunday per se, but he definitely kept an eye out for him, and definitely knew when to cut off his drinks on days where it seemed that Sunday wasnât all that there for their usual veiled comments towards one another when he went to serve him his drink.
It started small, with Sunday staying later and later until sometimes he was the last one to leave the bar to return to reality. Gallagher wasnât quite sure what to make of it, still wasnât quite sure this wasnât some weird long-term test Sunday was devising, especially since he still seemed to be the same ruthless Family member, the same Head of the Oak Family, when Gallagher was working as a Bloodhound outside the bar. For some reason though, within the enclosed space of this strange sanctuary, it was almost peaceful between the two.
One night, there was something wrong when Sunday entered the bar during Gallagherâs shift. He saw a bit of a crowd near the small stage that was within eyesight of his little hidey booth, it seemed some of the musicians of the live band were arguing? He watched as Gallagher came over, seemed to try to speak with the group before honing in on one of the musicians who had been making the most noise and seemed to be about to get physical with the rest. Sunday watched as Gallagher picked up the musician by the scruff of their suit with one hand and carried them towards the doors and lightly tossed them out.
(It was the first time Sunday had actually seen Gallagher perform anything resembling the actual duty of a Bloodhound. It only hit him that heâd only ever seen the other when giving reports, orders, or at the bar. Why was this so shocking to him, heâd seen the manâs arms before, hard not to with his slovenly dress and messy clothing style, as if he couldnât bother to hide away his imperfections from the world, not like Sunday who refused to be seen by the world, to dare to show one thing off about himself despite his countless failings- heâs getting far too distracted by one meager showing of strength, focus Sunday)
There had always been a live music segment. Sunday was curious to see what would happen with the band missing a member, but was distracted by Gallagher placing his usual White Gentlemen in front of him before heading back to the musicians without a single word to him. Gallagher took a moment to speak with the rest of the band, who seemed to be coming out of their shock and took on worried looks. Sunday could only watch in muted shock as Gallagher went behind the bar and came back with a case, opening it to reveal a saxophone. He then went on stage with the rest of the group, positioned himself further to the side and in the back amongst the shadows within Sundayâs line of sight, and played with the band for the rest of the night.
Sunday couldnât look away.
He was frozen as he watched Gallagher seamlessly transition from song to song, taking only small breaks to continue serving the other patrons before heading back in. Sunday only remembered about his own drink when his gloves began to get wet from the ice melting into condensation on his glass.
Something felt off within Sunday, and for the first time since Robinâs debut, he couldn't help humming to the music of the band, music that wasnât of his own sisterâs making. He couldnât help but remember those little concerts the two would have, taking care of his little sister, his only world. He would do anything to keep the Harmony, to keep their family going. When was the last time they truly spent time together? Before he became the Head of the Oak Family? Before he couldn't recognize his own smile?
He was so lost in his thoughts, in memories he thought he buried, that he didnât realize that it was once again closing time, and he was once again the last one left. He only snapped out of it when Gallagher came by to grab his empty glass, only quirking a questioning brow at him before heading back to the bar.
Gallagher had been keeping a quiet eye on the Halovian that night from the back of the band, in the shadows he felt the most comfort in when in the Dreamscape of Penacony. He had watched Sundayâs eyes glaze over, and the only reason he hadnât felt offended by the seeming disinterest was the look in the other manâs eyes reminding him of his own when he looked in the mirror. The same look of shame, regret, loss, longing, of the wishes to regain everything he had lost. The same look he strove to hide under every bit of the facade he had crafted of this new self, but came back all too often with every reference of the Family found within his prison in the Dreamscape.
Maybe it was the shared nostalgia within his own heart, that little bit of his true self that he thought died when the Family tore out everything that made him who he was, that made him return behind the bar and begin making Sunday another White Gentlemen, giving Sunday a small nod to beckon him over. He wasnât expecting anything from it, and he masked his own surprise when Sunday actually left his little shelter to come and take a seat in front of him at the bar. Even while out of it, Gallagher made note of the quiet confidence the other still carried himself. Nothing seemed wrong to anyone else looking at him, only for the lost look in his eyes.
The first time in the many months that theyâve been skirting around each other, and finally they seemed to be face to face.
It was quiet as Gallagher made Sunday his usual drink, a drink he had been slowly changing over the months to be sweeter and sweeter that Sunday never quite seemed to notice, or if he did, he never said anything, only seeming to savor it more each subsequent night. Maybe not even Gallagher noticed his own changes to the drink, subtle as they were.
It was quiet as Sunday took the finished drink, and it was quiet as his eyes slid over the bartop to see the saxophone case laying open with the instrument inside. It was quiet as Gallagher followed his eyes, as he came out from behind the bartop to take the saxophone out and take a seat in a chair only one seat down from Sundayâs. It was quiet as Gallagher began to play to his audience of one.
It was quiet as Sunday quietly hummed along.
It was quiet as they both knew that it would not last.
OK yea so this was all because I heard âLa vie en roseâ at the end of the Jazz night event and went âDamn I wish thatâs Gallagher playing on his Saxâ and then we spiraled.
Uh. Idk what it is with me having a small ship moment which then spirals into a full blown writing session. My mind blanked out and as I came to I find out that I made a whole ass little one shot over here then completely forgot about it WHOOPS
So yea, hope my fellow Galladay enjoyers⌠enjoyed! I think Iâve slowly begun to crave⌠not domestic or fluff per se from these two, but after every AO3 fic being super dark between them (which I get! They are the toxic yaoi kings of Penacony as of writing this, no one is denying that!) I think I want to see them be explored in a more melancholic sense. Not quite the âforbiddenâ love angle, but in the âdamn we kinda have some parallels, and maybe in another life we could have gotten along but thereâs too much baggage and anger, both historically and currently to really even try anythingâ
I have this feeling this may not be the last time I write about these two⌠is Galladay going to be the ship that gets me to actually use my AO3 account?
#hsr#honkai star rail#hsr gallagher#hsr sunday#galladay#idk what Iâm doing anymore#theyâve kinda taken over my mind#shoutout to that one ao3 fic where both of them go ââthis wasnât supposed to happenâ as theyâre making out#thatâs the exact vibes Iâm feeling when I think about these two pre-relationship#of course we donât run away from angst in this ship#everything follows exactly up until the 2.1 end credits scene#letâs see what happens in 2.2#I NEED ANSWERS#ALSO MISHA#I WANNA THROW GALLAGHER AND MISHAâS KINDA WHOLESOME RELATIONSHIP IN HERE TWO#idk wtf is going on there#but until 2.2 explains#Gallagher is mishaâs weird drunk uncle/dad figure#it adds more comedy to Galladay whether Sunday knows of/can see Misha or not either way#oof new writing idea#next time#I need to work on tagging#this is just another post all on its own#marrapost
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kinktober day 5 & 6 || sweat/scent kink, body worship || galex
(on ao3)
for @albonoooo, without whom this one would not have come about
How George gets himself worked up like this heâll really never understand.Â
Heâs seen Alex shirtless about a million times. Seen him completely naked about a thousand. It should follow, then, that it shouldnât bother him to see it at all, right? Surely so many years of full frontal exposure shouldâve desensitized him at least a little.
But here he is. Here they are in this luxe, private sauna, and George is working himself into a right state about it.Â
The heat looks good on Alex, is all. He looks so comfortable, so relaxed with his head tipped back. The beads of sweat at his hairline are just starting to prickle up and drip, one at a time, down his forehead. His chest is shiny with it already. This vague sheen that George thinks might be nice to run his fingers through. Draw a smiley, maybe, like window condensation.
âIâd tell you looking isnât free,â Alex says without opening his eyes, âBut even if it wasnât I think youâd still pay for it.â
George averts his eyes instinctively. Againâyears, theyâve been doing this, and he still feels like he has to look away when Alex calls him out on it.Â
When he does look back, Alexâs eyes are open. He looks absolutely tickled. Bastard.Â
âNot like itâs not even,â Alex says. He says it in this jokey sort of tone, but heâs also checking George out rather obviously.Â
George forgets that bit, sometimes. That Alex maybe likes looking at him as much as he likes looking at Alex.
âWell,â George says, leaning over to ladle water over the sauna rocks, âI certainly donât charge.â
Itâs a silly thing to say. Absolutely laden with implications. Heâd only meant it inâin the Instagram way, how he puts his whole⌠him out there on public display all the time, but itâsâit makes it sound so much worse when he says it like that. Bloody hell.
âNo,â Alex says, amused. âNo, you really donât.â
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Alex pull the towel from around his waist, settle it off to the bench.
âWhat are you doing,â George says. Heâs not scandalized. Really heâs not. Just concerned, isnât he? That Alexâll get charged for indecent exposure. Never mind that the cabin theyâre in is private, reserved just for them. Also, heâs pretty sure the Finns get naked in the sauna all the time, so.
Damn.
âMy balls are sweaty,â Alex says. Thereâs enough of a whining edge to it that it could almost be believable. If George didnât know him better. If George didnât know Alex wanted him to look, look, look.
Well, fine. George looks. Why not?Â
He wipes sweat from his brow as he works his way up; starts at the bony arches of Alexâs feet, the jut of his ankles. His long, shapely legs, the hair on them, the muscle under tanned skin. The space between his thighs, where his cock hangs soft. Heâs seen it before. A thousand times. Seen it in a sauna before, even, so he knows how it looks, longer and heavier with the heat.Â
It pulls thrills through him like stitches. After all this time, still. Alex has this effect on him.
George huffs. He huffs and he looks away, pulls his own towel from around his hips, tosses it on the floor. There. Now theyâre even.
âWell,â Alex says.Â
George looks at him with as much disdain as he can muster.Â
Alex is looking back, but his eyes are trailing down Georgeâs body again. Lingering on his chest, between his pecs, gaze so sharp it feels like fingertips on his skin. George imagines he can feel it. Alexâs fingers over his stomach, dipping into his navel. Down to brush along the base of his cock, like he likes to do sometimes.
George doesnât have the benefit of being an absolute bastard like Alex is. So heâs already halfway to hard of course.
He doesnât even have to look to know Alex is smirking at him.Â
Itâs annoying, how he knows how this will go. How he starts to move before he even can think about it, crawling across the bench, watching Alexâs arm sling across it in his periphery to welcome him in. He knows what itâll taste like when he dips to lick the sweat from Alexâs shoulder. He knows how itâll feel, the texture, when he runs his tongue along the scar on his collarbone. He knows what itâll sound like, when Alex murmurs, âGeorgie,â like he always does.Â
Itâs annoying, but he also knows he can have something like the upper hand. Alex always has the upper hand.Â
George steps off the bench, gets between Alexâs legs and leans over him with a hand on his shoulder. Bends to lick Alexâs chest, to swipe his tongue across a dark nipple. The taste is familiar but better, somehow. The shower before the sauna has left Alexâs sweat tasting clean and salty and satisfying.
He follows it down. Goes to his knees as he follows the imagined path Alexâs eyes had taken down his own body with his tongue until he makes it to where he wants to be most; where Alex is dark and hairy and musky. Where George can bury his face in coarse curls and rub his cheek against the thickness of Alexâs cock. Heâs gotten so hard so fast that George canât help but feel a little smug about it.
Alex touches his hair and twitches his knees outward, but George doesnât go for his cock. He pushes his face into the crease of his thigh, where the smell is strongest, where even clean the sweat still smells and tastes so strong. The hair isnât as thick here but the scent is so much better. George licks him clean at the joint, lets him spread his thighs all he wants.Â
He goes for his balls next. Alex hadnât been lying; theyâre sweaty as all get out but still, George puts them in his mouth.
âGeorge,â Alex groans. âGeorge.â
George feels a bit crazed with it. Looking up at Alex, sweat dripping down his chest and his taut, flexing stomach. At his face, mouth hung open and eyes half-shut and his cheeks a bright, fevered red.Â
He watches Alexâs untouched cock twitch, feels it against his brow. Itâs so swollen, so hard, looks so big from this angle. Not that heâs going to tell Alex that.Â
âGeorgie, come on.â
George goes to Alexâs other thigh and buries his face there instead, huffing deep breaths of musky skin like heâs starved for it. Alexâs knees are shaking. Heâs spread so wide open that heâs slid down the bench, slumped against the backrest, arse slippery with sweat against the polished cedar.
Impulsively, George dips lower, slipping his tongue against the space behind Alexâs balls.Â
Alex swears and immediately slides down further, tucking his own balls up with a big hand to let George in. And George goes in, licking up the sweat collected between Alexâs arsecheeks, nose pressed to his taint. Itâs the sort of heaven he never couldâve dreamt of. Surrounded, warm and sated, all his needs taken care of.Â
Whoâd have thought a bit of rimming could be Paradise?
Alex is saying his name again, and George presses the flat of his tongue against his hole, breathes and tastes and melts. It smells so good. Tastes even better. He wants to tell Alex that bit at leastâhow good this is for him.Â
Thereâs a loud click, abruptly, and then a soft buzz.
Alex says, âFuck,â and sits up, flailing one arm out for the sauna timer. Just their luck, really.
George swipes the back of his hand across his mouth. Heâs slick in the cheeks with his own sweat, sticky on his lips and nose. He wants to laugh. At the absurdity of it, at Alexâs absolutely stricken face.
âBetter go,â George says, standing, pretending his cock isnât swinging stiff and proud in front of him when he swipes his towel up off the floor and wraps it around his hips. It doesnât do all that much for his modesty, really, but thereâs no one around to see it.
Alex shoots him a bit of a glare. Heâs sweaty and red all over. Heâs got a hand wrapped around his cock, flushed purple with want. For a second George thinks heâs going to have a wank right here.
âRight,â Alex says eventually, getting his own towel situated without looking George in the eye. âWonât do to get heatstroke.â
He gives George a bit of a slap on the arse on the way out and George bites back a grin. Feels like a promise.
#kee.fic#keenktober#kee.fic.6323#galex#i have elected for my own health to just post one fic on the weekends and then will take sunday off#you know as god intended and all that#baby's first galex lol scary
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Best Mistake
Pairing - Alastor x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 4,015
In which youâre a new member in the Hazbin Hotel trying to redeem yourself. Everyone has made you feel welcomed, youâve warmed up to everyone, everyone except one. It is no secret that you do not trust him, and Alastor seems to take matters into his own hands and change that.
This is a tickle fic. Do not read if thatâs not your thing.
It has only been a month, but you vividly remember how your first day went when entering the doors of Hazbin Hotel. Charlie immediately running up to you with such a tight suffocating hug, asking but almost demanding Angel he takes your bags into your room as she expresses her delight of having you stay.
Staying wasnât your first option. The idea of a sinner redeeming themself enough to see the pearly white gates of Heaven greet them was almost laughable to you. When you first entered Hell, you thought that you finally reached the end. Made yourself at home and rot yourself away almost like how you did on earth.
One stroll in town is when you saw a commercial advertising Hazbin Hotel. You watched Charlie eagerly tell the purpose of the Hotel as she gives the viewers a thirty second tour, almost losing her breath as she tries to fit in as much information as possible before her timed commercial ends. You werenât alone watching it, people gathering near you as they whisper to the person next to them their opinions. The majority of the reaction was chuckles here and doubts there. You, admittedly, also had your doubts.
Although, did you really believe you belonged down here? That this was your final ending?
Which brings you back to remembering your first day. Charlie had an iron grip on your hand from her excitement, pulling you to every room in the hotel and showing off its purposes and making sure to not leave any details out. Once an hour went by and she finally finished, she made you meet the staff and other guests individually.
You were a little intimidated by Vaggie, but could tell she will be very sweet once she warms up to you. Angel seemed like the guy that could make you crack out of your shy shell by spending five minutes with him. Husk didnât say much, but you could tell he likes being here rather than anywhere else. Just donât call him out on that. Niffty left you guessing if she is twelve or somewhere in her mid 20s, would not be surprised if older than that. Oh and also, her swiftness and pleasure for pain and torturing bugs kept you awake on your first few nights. Sir Pentious looks naturally suspicious, but he was actually very nice when greeting and you asked him a little about his egg minions.
âAaaannd the last person I want to introduce you to isâŚ!â Charlie sing song, bringing you down the halls in search for her last friend she has yet for you to meet. She opens a door, assuming to yourself thatâs their room as she peeks her head in a little. You waited behind her, rubbing your neck a little as sudden goosebumps were felt. Charlie turned around after not having much luck finding him in there, but quickly gasped when she looked behind you.
âAlastor! There you are!â
You froze in place for a few seconds as the name fell upon your ears. Alastor. Alastor. You inhaled deeply, slowly turning around and almost having to crane your neck to make visible of the face smiling down at you, arms behind his back and small radio statics being played. Every hair on your body stood up, forgetting to blink when you two locked eyes for a good solid minute.
Count yourself as scared shitless.
You came back to reality, stepping back to keep a good distance between you two but went for a small tumble. âWoah, I got you!â Charlie giggled, catching you before you could fall. Unaware of the now fear written all over your body, she continues on by gesturing her hand towards the seven foot demon.
âY/N, this is Alastor. Alastor, this is Y/N. Our new guest!â
He sticks his hand out towards you for a handshake, but all you could do was stare at his red claws that looks like heâs been sharpening them every five minutes. Alastor took your hand, knowing he would be standing there all day if he let you willingly shake it.
âDonât leave me hanging, dear! Itâs a pleasure to meet you, Miss Y/N.â You knew awkward silences went by after that, but you couldnât tear your eyes away from his hand interlacing with yours. You just want to get the hell out of here and run far, far away from this hotel and never look back. You knew there would be regrets when you gave this hotel a chance.
Okay, this was actually your first time meeting Alastor, but his stories were no stranger to you. Recalling back when hearing those horrifying, blood-curdling screams being broadcasted on the radio for all to hear as if it was a fair warning, people begin telling you the man responsible behind all of it. You wished later on youâd never asked, The thought of The Radio Demon selecting you as his next victim crawling into your dreams which turned to nightmares. Of course, you know that chance is slim, but is never zero. Down in Hell, you just donât know what the fuck kind of trouble youâll find yourself in.
Now having a face to the name, he completely became a new wave of terrifying to you. The red claws you observed earlier sent a shiver down your spine. Those pointy yellow teeth that you swear on Lucifer heâs put to good use. Bonus points for his tall, lanky figure which practically makes him towering over you so easily.
What you did not expect, though, was his strange resemblance to a deer. The antlers and, also, are those ears? Funnily enough, it kind of made him less scary. Almost. Not really.
Ever since your first interaction with him, you werenât dumb understanding that he right off the bat knows your lack in trust and feeling unsafe around him. You would often walk down the halls being paranoid that eyes were watching you intently, eyes belonging to Alastor but had no further proof it really was him.
At certain times, you were convinced the demon was toying with how you felt by saying things to you that definitely came off creepy, but could never accuse him of doing it purposefully when he smiles like thereâs no tomorrow. He always looks at you harmlessly, but youâd be a fool to take that as a sign to let your guard down. Every conversation he picks up with you ends short on your end, pretending you have somewhere else to be.
That somewhere being away from him.
Everyone knew the relationship you stand with him. Some didnât blame you, especially Vaggie. Others, like Charlie, tried her best to ease your worries.
âAlastor is a great friend, Y/N! Just give him a chance.â She would say to you on most days, but it was gonna take more than believing someoneâs word for you.
So, bless her, Charlie decided to come up with a trust activity exercise.
âCharlie, I appreciate you trying but I donât see how this will make a differenceâŚâ You say as she rounds everybody up, some sitting and some standing. Charlie waves a dismissive hand. âNot with that attitude it wonât!â Her confidence is quite admirable, something in which you lack greatly.
She went over the jist of the activity, it being pretty simple. Everyone gets a turn to stand on a table and fall backwards, trusting everyone behind them that they will catch you with no hesitation. It seems easy, but once you are up there doubts will for sure start flooding your mind.
Itâs called trust fall. A game you remembered playing when you were in middle school, to test your friends on their trust. However, to put this test on a seven foot demon with a horrifying reputation that all of Hell is aware of? Yeah, you wish you could count yourself out of this one.
One by one, everyone went up on top of the table and fell into the arms of those whose duty was to catch them. Some fell as soon as they climbed on top without letting second thoughts get a chance to swoop in their mind, while others took a little bit of reassurance.
Once it was your turn, you did one last pleading look towards Charlie, but she gave you two thumbs up and gestured for you to go. Sighing, you made your way up and looked down at everyone having their arms up and ready. Your eyes looked over to the middle, there Alastor standing nice and tall with his signature grin. A grin you want to see drop at least once.
As you turned your back, you didnât hear everyone scoot back and have Alastor the only one standing near the table, in range of catching you easily. You took a couple of seconds to yourself to ease your breathing, because you are embarrassingly afraid of heights, but then you let yourself fall.
Arms slide past under yours, fingers resting on your sides as your back hit against a chest. The first thing that clouded your mind was how it felt like only one person catch you, but the next thing on your mind was how you suddenly felt fingers dig a little in your sides, pulling a small squeal from you as you quickly turn around to view the culprit.
Alastor stared down at you, feigning cluelessness. He clapped his hands together, ignoring your confused yet questionable stare at him. âNow! That wasnât so hard was it, darling?â Vaggie nodded slightly in agreement, while Charlie ran over and gave you a big hug and excitedly expressing how proud she was of you.
Yet, you are still stuck on the question what just happened right after you fell. Every time you look over at him, he just smiles your way innocently, making you second guess yourself on what you truly felt.
You werenât crazy. You knew exactly what he did, and he damn well knows it too, but it still feels so unlikely to happen.
Ever since the trust activity happened, which has now been a full week, Alastor seems to be playing a one sided game with you. A game that leaves you frustrated yet confused on what heâs gaining from it.
Youâll find yourself reaching for an item placed high on a shelf. Alastor will come strolling along, offering to give you a helping hand, and in the midst of doing so youâll feel a ticklish breeze near your ribs. Now, the breeze would feel so similarly like fingers dancing along your ribs, their intent to send a ticklish wave throughout your body. Hence you turning with a glare, but Alastor would simply ignore the face youâd be making and hand you the item youâve been trying to reach.
Another time you felt the same breeze is when you ultimately made a bad decision thinking you could fit into a hoodie that definitely wasnât your size. You saw it displayed in a store when you decided to take a walk downtown, immediately calling your name. It was so cute in your eyes, despite realizing it wasnât your true size you usually get clothes in, you wanted to give it a try.
Now, you noticed it was a grand mistake and a waste of money when the tightness it held around your body was starting to get unbearable. What you werenât expecting, though, was how it didnât budge any further when you rolled it up and couldnât get it over your head, blocking your eyes.
You didnât know whether to feel blessed or cursed that Alastor was walking down the halls during that time. A blessing, because he saw your poor state and undoubtedly offered to help. A curse, because you felt that damn ticklish breeze along your ribs in the midst of him helping you out, a yelp of surprise leaving your lips.
âThere we are!â He exclaimed heartily, tossing the hoodie to the side and watching you fix your ruffled up hair but also eyeing him skeptically. âWhat was that?â You asked, but it almost sounded like an accusation because you damn well knew what caused it.
âWhat was what, dear?â He beamed, raising an eyebrow with arms crossed behind. You stared for a couple of seconds, not knowing whether to sound like a lunatic explaining whatâs been happening for the last couple of days whenever heâs around, or to let it slide once again. Unfortunately, you were already feeling exhausted and were in the middle of heading to bed, so you waved a dismissive hand.
âNothing, nothing.â
It kept you on your toes. Always checking your surroundings when walking around outside of your room, it got Angel questioning to Vaggie if someoneâs out to get you by how paranoid you look.
You knew how stupid you looked to others, because you havenât talked about any of whatâs happening to you with any of them. You thought they would either laugh and say your imagining things, which you werenât guilty of also thinking the same, or they would confront the overlord himself. If anything, you were at your wits end. You were considering doing the latter yourself, because it really has you on edge.
And so, you did.
One thing that you like to spend your free time on is painting. Painting anything thatâs in front of you or whatever idea you had in mind that day. It could also depend on your mood, and for this particular Tuesday afternoon you felt quite peaceful. Your hands were almost as dirty as your palette, sticking your tongue out a bit whenever you were focused and gently dragging the paintbrush across the paper.
Your peace filled mind abruptly vanished when ears picked up on a familiar humming and distant blue jazz playing on a radio. It didnât take long for you to put the hum to a name, looking over your shoulder but he was already behind you.
You gasped, his sudden appearance startling you. Standing up a bit too fast caused your easel to tip slightly and send your paper flying down, but luckily Alastor caught it and brought it up high to fully view the painting in front of him.
âYou never told me you paint, dearie! Iâm certain this will turn out marvelous once youâre finished.â His eyes look up for a response, but youâre standing like itâs a predator vs prey fight. Nervousness written all over you, hands out to defend yourself.
âDonât you dare.â You say, making him tilt his head and squint his eyes a little. âDonât I dare what?â His smile tightens, but you swore up and down its a smirk laced with nothing but mischief behind it. Heâs being a little shit acting oblivious, and he damn well knows it.
âYou know what!â You raised your voice a little, trying to sound intimidating but if he keeps staring down at you like heâs about to pounce, you might shrink in fear. Alastor takes a step forward, and you take a step back.
âOohh sweetheart, whatever do you mean?â Heâs got you backed into a wall, which staggers your confidence. Nonetheless, you gulped away any indication youâre feeling quite rather terrified, as anyone else would, and stand a little taller. âDonât act dumb, Alastor.â The radio demon hummed as if he was collecting any memory of what could possibly trouble you, which made your eye twitch.
âAh! Do you mean this?â Bringing his hands forward, Alastor danced his fingers alongside your ribs, instantly having the same vibe as the breeze youâve been feeling. You barely had any chance to react and defend yourself, immediately grabbing his wrists as tightly as you can to tear them away. It did absolutely nothing, by the way.
Being tickled by an overlord was not on your list of things that could happen down at your time in hell. If anyone were to tickle you at the hotel, Alastor wouldnât even be one of your top three guesses. Him sending those ticklish breezes your way, knowing how easily it got you to squeal and feel embarrassed. Knowing how it kept you on your toes around him, but still not so sure of yourself if it really was him responsible for it. Knowing how easily it can get under your skin.
He tsked at your hands gripping onto his wrists, his tendrils making an appearance and snatching them away, making your entire torso fully vulnerable. However, he did not continue on with his attack and instead watched you struggle a little, chuckling under his breath.
âWhy are yohou doing this?â You say, a nervous giggle tittering out because anyone would be a fool to think his onslaught ends there. Alastor traces his fingers alongside your neck up till it reaches under your chin, which tickles like hell.
âYouâve been far too tensed recently, and there should be none of that.â A calm tone in his voice, acting like heâs not about to bring you into a breathless mess. âAnd you think what youâve been doing to me over the last couple of days was making me less tense?â You shot a glare, but it bounced right off of him.
Shrugging his shoulders, Alastor tiptoed his fingers on your tricep all the way down to right on the soft spot of your underarms, causing you to violently jolt. âI thought my little game was helping, with all your delightful short squeals youâve been giving me. hmm, what does it sound like again?â
His fingers, more like claws, resting on your underarms started scratching, not disappointing him when you squealed just like he predicted. Alastor pressed his fingers in a little deeper, searching for a more boisterous laugh. Your true real laugh that youâve been choking back lately because of how badly it made you feel insecure.
You did not fail him with his goal. You laughed a little harder and tugged on the restraints on your wrists a little harder, but wherever you move, his hands follow. âI must say Y/N, your laugh is like music to my ears. Shall we have everyone else listen?â He sways his radio stick closer to you, but you shake your head desperately.
âNohoho! Plehehease!â It was a little humiliating, but you were already getting close to your limit. On earth, friends and family recognized how you were more ticklish than the average person. You were a regular victim to tickle fights with your close loved ones, always yelling truce within five minutes. In this situation, you were a little hesitant that begging would translate to him âcontinueâ.
Yet, luck was on your side since Alastor took notice you were already having slight tears mirth your eyes. Regardless, he didnât plan on doing this for very long from the get-go. The whole thing of him brushing his hands against your sides during the trust fall was a honest mistake, but when Alastor picks up on weaknesses that people have, he puts a pin on it and takes advantage of it later down the road for his own good use. Tickling was something Alastor learned was a common weakness for most people, but the other half people rather enjoyed the feeling and the bond it creates.
For you, he already found out it was the second preference. You will never in a million years admit to it, but this entire thing seemed kind of playful to you. The kind of playful you havenât experienced in so long. Havenât laughed genuine in so long, and have all your ticklish spots exploited when the reason behind it is for all in good fun. And oh, to be a teasy asshole. Heâs doing great in that field.
âSuch a sensitive being you are. Have you always known you were this ticklish?â To be honest, you kind of wished he would stop talking. You canât explain it, but it made everything tickle ten times worse. Heâs aware. Of course he is.
You felt his hands travel to every spot that can be ticklish, quickly catching on he was in search for that one spot that can make you go ballistics. âAlastor, wahahait..â you stopped struggling awhile ago, realizing it brought you no use. He yet again ignored your giggly pleas, fueling him to keep going. The more his hands traveled down almost near your hips, the more you start to get nervous and newfound energy kicking in to pull your body away from him.
He catches on.
His next movement happened so fast, you swear it all went down in a blink. The minute he latched onto your hips, you let out a snort, cheeks forming a tint of pink. The tendrils finally release your wrists, at the same time Alastor switched up the pace and drilled his thumbs in a motioning circle. Your legs didnât stand a chance to support you up, immediately crashing down but he did not follow.
You laid there for a moment, greedily sucking in sweet air to the point you almost thought you saw Heaven itself. When you felt like you collected yourself, you slowly sat up and moved a couple of strands away from your face to view Alastor, looming over you with his widest grin yet in his books. âBad spot?â He tilts his head down at you, and in response you huff and roll your eyes. He lends you his hand, looking at it hesitantly before taking it. âCome now, letâs get you on your feet.â
You brushed yourself off, finding your painting propped up neatly back on the easel. Alastor follows your eyes, coming to stand next to you. âIf you add a pop of red into the sunset youâre creating, Iâd say it would almost look like Iâm viewing out from a window. What do you say?â Raising an eyebrow, you look up at him. âDo you know how to paint?â
Alastor beams. âNot at all.â
You chuckle at that, picking up the palette and switching to a new freshly blank paper. Picking up a second paintbrush, you handed it over to the demon. âHere, Iâll teach you.â
Teaching wasnât your strong suit, or either Alastor was seriously terrible at painting. Either way, you guys shared a couple of laughs, listened to any stories he got reminded of along the way, gladly listening. The finished product was suppose to be anything his heart desires to paint of, and after examining it for a few seconds you felt the need to ask what the hell you were looking at. To him, itâs him and his mother enjoying a warm meal of jambalaya while sitting on their front porch. To you, itâs just a big blob of bright colors, but the more you squint the more you start to see his vision and let out a small smile.
The guilt of judging him way too harshly off the bat started to set in. You tried not to blame yourself too much, because if anyone heard the tales and myths youâve been hearing about The Radio Demon, anyone would jump at the sight of him. Although, thereâs one thing you always believed in people: Second Chances.
If everyone at the hotel did not see a problem with not only having him stay, but having him help out a tremendous amount to have Hazbin live up to its full potential, then that must mean they all put a lot of trust in the guy. Charlie specifically, and although people might say sheâs naive, sheâs not dumb. If putting full trust in Alastor was a mistake, she wouldâve taken care of that a long time ago.
However, trust is a sensitive topic for you. Alastor has a long way of achieving that, but for now the time youâre spending with him is something youâll smile to yourself later tonight.
Maybe The Hazbin Hotel has already started to redeem some qualities of yourself you thought you would never get to see.
#hazbin hotel tickle#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel tickle fic#ler!alastor#lee!reader#ler!alastor x lee!reader#alastor x reader#tickle fic#tickle post#tickle community#hazbin hotel fic#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin hotel Alastor fic#AAAAA I FINALLY FINISHED IT#holy shit this was suppose to be done Friday but now Iâm posting it on a Sunday night#ngl I took forever cause I hated some parts and kept rewriting#but now I think I like it and I hope u do too :D#I know yall mfs are hungry for ler!Alastor so eat up
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lewis hamilton in the paddock on race day, australia - march 24, 2024
#lewis hamilton#f1#formula 1#australian gp 2024#fic ref#fic ref 2024#australia#australia 2024#australia 2024 sunday#tw flashing#(note to self: aired during the post-race show on f1tv)
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several sentences sunday
tagged by @theotherbuckley @inell @bi-buckrights
thank ya darlins! <3
the post s7 fic ive been working on is finally finished so while im working on edits here's a snip
Buckâs gaze falls to Eddieâs mouth and stays there, blue blue blue eyes pulsing with something that feels like itâs in tempo with whatever is raging behind the cage of Eddieâs ribs. Then Buck huffs again and hangs his head, directing his next words to the floor. âItâs always beenâIâve kind of always wanted to, likeâdance with someone in the kitchen.â
Oh.
Eddie mouths the word silently, a bit taken aback. Not really what he was expecting butâit kind of makes sense. Itâs a sweet, simple, lovely kind of thing. Something Buck would daydream about and imagine for himself but never grasp for because he fears his grip is too tight and demanding.
And suddenly, Eddie aches. Right down to his marrow.
âItâs stupid,â Buck says, rushed and uneven. He flings a hand forward, gesturing at something that doesnât exist. âJust aâsilly little fantasy I guess. Me andâMe and Maddie used to dance together actually. When I was little and shorter than her. She would put me on her feet and weâd twirl all over the place until we got sick at our stomachs.â
That image isâ
Cute. Beautiful.
Eddie can picture it perfectly, a young Buck and Maddie, both of them bright and loud, sparkling with that special thing only the two of them have. Maddie guiding her little brother to stand on her feet and keeping a protective hold on him. Buck looking up at her with wide eyes large enough to swallow someone whole. The two of them giggling as they spun around together.
He did that with Sophia. Not often, only a few times. But each time he would carry her through a sloppy kind of square dance while they wore cowboy hats far too big for either of them, the brims falling into their eyes and cutting off their vision so that they inevitably tripped over each other.
A bruising pang presses hard against that sensitive spot behind his sternum.
And before Eddie even realizes what he is doing he wraps his fingers around Buckâs wrist and gives a gentle yank, guiding him away from the counter and into the middle of the kitchen, his mind already counting the steps and tempo required to match up to the song currently playing.
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sleepwear swap ^-^
#suggestive#Kind of#idk sunday's tied up#there's lore behind this drawing me and my friend were writing a fic in dms basically and I made this for it#sunturine#avenday#art posting#don't look too closely this took around 5 hours and by the end of that I stopped checking for mistakes
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A-Z Sherlock Fan Fiction Tropes Bingo
Ahhh, so I saw this Fanfiction Bingo Card by @swissmissing going around, and even though I wasn't ever tagged, I wanted to do some recs of my own because, like, that's my whole brand LOL. I hope no one minds...đ I needed to have a list ready for this Sunday, and this was perfect, LOL.
And because I'm always trying to overachieve on these challenges, I'm going to do full black out, BOTH tropes in each square.
This will be a Combination of my read fics and "to read" fics [to fill in spaces I don't have tags for], which I will append the latter with (MFL) just like so, for those of you who only want fics I've personally read. And apologies, I had to remove some of my standard links to fit them all within Tumblr's link limits, so author names aren't clickable AND I've removed all series' links, so be sure to check out other stories by the authors!!
AND FINALLY, this is a rare list that I DON'T have in word-count order, just so y'all know! I hope you guys like the fics I've pick for y'all. Literally random picks from my lists, based on tag searches, LOL.
AU: A Further Sea by i_ship_an_armada & ShinySherlock (E, 125,492 w., 23 Ch. || Historical Pirates AU || Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Doctor John / Pirate Captain Sherlock, Sailing, UST / RST, Masturbation, Action / Adventure, Mild Angst & Peril, Romance, Shaving, Molly/Janine, Bottomlock, Hand / Blow Jobs, Past Drug Use, Slow Burn, Mild Violence, Facial Shaving, Happy Ending) â Here be a tale of adventure for both body and soul, but beware if ye be not of stout heart, for this be piratelock, ya savvy? Luckless ship's surgeon John Watson takes a chance, and finds himself eye to eye with The Ghost, the scourge of the seven seas and a definite thorn in the side of the blaggard, James Moriarty. But when John finds there's more to this most cunning pirate than be meetin' the eye, he has to choose... is it a pirate's life for him?
Amnesia: I Need You To See Me by Mssmithlove (E, 12,625 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, Amnesia, Soldier!John) â After going back to war, John is yet again invalided home, this time with a broken ankle and a chunk of his memory missing, unable to recall the last five years he's spent being Sherlock Holmes' partner and husband. Part 9 of Happiness Awaits
BDSM: Lock and Key Series by 221b_hound (E, 59,509+ w. across 14 works || Series WiP || Post-HLV, Tattoos, First Kiss/Time, Anal, Hand Jobs, Captain John, Cuddling, Sherlock's Scars, Possessive Johnlock, Exhibitionism / Voyeurism, Frottage, Blow Jobs, Masturbation, Sherlock in Panties, PWP, Dirty Talk, Sexual Fantasies, Restraints, Photographs, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Light BDSM, Assorted Kinks, Sherlock in a Sheet, Sex on Furniture, Domestic Fluff) â John has been back at Baker Street for a year, following the debacle that ended in Mary's death. Things are good. Back almost to what they used to be. Sherlock might wish they were something else, now, but he only has himself to blame, he thinks. It's too late, now, for the things he first denied before he'd ruined any chances he might have had. Sherlock also thinks that people who get tattoos are idiots. But perhaps he's about to learn a thing or two, not least of which might be it's not as late as he thinks it is.
Bodyswap: Inexplicable by emmagrant01 (E, 34,664 w., 6 Ch. || Body Swap, TSo3, Magical Realism / Artifacts, Infidelity, Angst) â So what was in that matchbox, anyway? John and Sherlock find out, the hard way.
Crossover: Perdition's Flames by i_ship_an_armada (E, 63,435 w., 21 Ch. || Star Trek Fusion || Established Relationship, Genetic Engineering, Angst & Fluff, BAMF!John) â Sherlock would do anything to save him. Risk anything. Give anything. His money, his life. His soul. What he does, though, is change both of their destinies forever. Genetic re-engineering is the only option left. It turns out researchers underestimated the life expectancy and potential abilities of genetically re-engineered subjects. The British government and what would eventually become the United Federation of Planets, however, had not. Part 1 of PF Universe
Crack: Fucking Cake by Random_Nexus (E, 12,965 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Humour/Crack, Inanimate Object Smut, Frottage, âFor a Caseâ / âExperimentâ, PWP / Kinky, Mutual Pining, Fluff) â Sherlock brings home a chocolate cake, John finds him about to have sex with said cake, then exceedingly weird hijinx ensue. Part 1 of "Fucking Baked Goods" - Sherlock BBC
Domestic: Back to the Start by slashscribe (M, 14,088 w., 1 Ch. || Sherlockâs Violin, Pining Idiots, Fluff, Domestics) â Sherlock hasn't played the violin since John's wedding (which is long since over), and when John returns to 221B, Sherlock relearns the violin as he and John relearn each other. Post S3 fic with an obscene amount of pining, idiocy, and attempts to pawn off tea duties.
Disability: Breakable by MissDavis (E, 117,627 w., 34 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Established Relationship, Major Character Injury, Fluff/Angst, Depression, Paralysis/Disabilities, Hurt/Comfort, POV Sherlock, Mental Health Issues, Drug Use, Happy-ish Ending) â After John is seriously injured, Sherlock struggles to figure out how to help him, keep himself sane, and maybe, just maybe, get their life back to the way it's supposed to be. Part 1 of Breakable Not Broken
Established Relationship: Caught In The Act Series by ShirleyCarlton (E, 9,217 w. across 7 works || Established Relationship, Unintentional Voyeurism, Alternate POVs, Humour, Blow Jobs, Walking in on Someone, Switching, Public Sex) â This is a series of six scenarios written from the points of view of six different people as they accidentally walk in on Sherlock and John having sex.
Enemies to Lovers: Synchronicity by Calais_Reno (T, 46,424 w., 10 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting || Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Case Fic, POV John, Bullying, Coming Out, Forgiveness, Drinking/Bars, Boarding School, Drunk John) â John and Sherlock meet again, years after they were school boys together. John hasn't forgotten why he still hates Sherlock Holmes. (MFL)
Future: Uncharted Territory by J_Baillier (T, 19,603 w., 4 Ch. || Dystopian Future / Black Mirror AU || Alternate First Meeting, Angst, Drama, Homophobia, Bisexuality, Technology, Humour, Romance, Near Future, Happy Ending) â The System puts people through a series of assigned relationships in order to determine who their Perfect Match is. John believes that it works; Sherlock really, really doesn't. One of them is probably going to be wrong.
Fluff: A Lifetime Together by LondonGypsy (M, 8,886 w., 1 Ch. || Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Falling in Love, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Pining Idiots, Alternating POVs, Domestics, Retirement) â John and Sherlock falling in love.
Gen: Octopus by glass_rose_paperweight (G, 705 w., 1 Ch. || Established Relationship, Fluff, Bed Sharing, Limpet Sherlock) â A week after Sherlock and John finally get together, and John is finding sharing a bed with Sherlock Holmes to be ... difficult, sometimes. If not downright suffocating.
Genderswap: Cockscomb by birdie7272 (E, 115,302 w., 32 Ch. || Femlock / Gender Swap || Light Dom / Sub, Sensual Play, Cocks, Lace, Safe Words, Pining Sherlock, Case Fic, Truth or Dare, Slow Burn, Feminism, Relationships, Sexuality Crisis, Cheating, Power Play, Manipulation, Control) â Lace, whiskey, and a case full of cocks leads to a brand new kind of adventure. AKA The One With All The Cocks⌠When There Are No Cocks (MFL)
Historical: Enigma by khorazir (M, 289,667 w., 23 Ch. || Codebreaker / WWII / Imitation Game-Inspired AU || Case Fic, Espionage, Period-Typical Homophobia / Sexism, Pining Sherlock, Inexperienced / Virgin Sherlock, Implied / Referenced Drug Use, Non-Graphic Violence) â Itâs the autumn of 1941, war is raging in Europe, German U-boats are raiding Allied convoys in the Atlantic, the Luftwaffe is bombing English cities, and the cryptographers at Bletchley Park are working feverishly to decode their enemies' encrypted communications. One should consider this challenge and distraction enough for capricious codebreaker Sherlock Holmes. But the true enigmas are yet waiting to be deciphered: an unbreakable code, a strange murder, and the arrival of Surgeon Captain John H. Watson of the Royal Navy. (MFL)
Humour: Equine Arse Anonymity by Kayjaykayme (E, 3,834 w., 1 Ch. || Established Relationship, Public Sex, Coming in Pants, Humour, Halloween, Hand Jobs) â Sherlock needs to speak with suspects at a fancy dress ball. He chooses a couple's costume for himself and John. It is logical, practical and well thought out. John doesn't agree and exacts sweet revenge.
Illness: Only To Be With You by SinceWhenDoYouCallMe_John (M, 40,768 w., 4 Ch. || Black Mirror / Future AU || Character Death, Future Technology, Sickness/Cancer/Illness, Heavy Angst with Happy Ending, First Person POV John, Pining John, Heart-Wrenching Angst, Promise of Forever) â I tell myself that next time Iâll come near this same place again. Wait around for the mysterious stranger in his coat to dash past me, hot on the heels of a new criminal in black. I think this all the way back to my Exit, planning where Iâll wait and what Iâll say when I see him. Scheming on how to get his name. Itâs only once I reach the Exit Point door that I realize two hours and forty-five minutes have passed, and I realize that this wonât be the last time I Visit. It wonât be the last time at all.
Imprisonment: THERE BUT FOR THE GRACE OF JOHN WATSON by skyefullofstars (T, 110,758 w., 24 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapping, Angst, Violence, Whump, Nightmares, Murder, Drug Addiction, Torture) â While Sherlock grapples with his new-found feelings for John Watson, he faces a very real threat: John's kidnapping and shooting at the hands of James Moriarty. And the knowledge that the love of his life is being used to test an addictive drug - at the risk of John's sanity and life. Prequel to THE BOYS OF BAKER STREET. Part 1 of THERE BUT FOR THE GRACE OF JOHN WATSON
Jealousy: The High Tide Series by stardust_made (E, 15,269 w. across 3 works || OMC, Angst, Jealousy, Developing Relationship, First Time, Romance) â A little favour Sherlock stupidly agrees to do for Mycroft leads to John meeting a handsome, afluent man, who is going out of his way to woo him. Sherlock struggles with the situation and with his own reactions to it.
Jilted: Love Is Series by SilentAuror (E, 36,903 w. across 2 works || Post S3, Alternating POV Each Story, Angst, Unrequited Love, Rejection then Reconciliation, Romance, Mary Divorce, Eventual Happy Ending) â At Mrs Hudson's urging, Sherlock finally decides to tell John how he feels about him.
Kids: The Baker Street Nativity by SwissMiss (E, 99,662 w., 23 Ch. || Nativity! AU || Teacher Sherlock / TA John, Pining, Sherlock POV, UST, Angst, Christmas, Music/Song Fic, Anal / BJâs, First Kiss / Time) âFusion between Sherlock (BBC) and Nativity! (2009 movie starring Martin Freeman). Sherlock is a primary school teacher and John is assigned to be his classroom assistant. Together, they are charged with putting on the school's Nativity play. What could possibly go wrong? Part 1 of The Baker Street Nativity Verse
Kink: John and Sherlock's Kinky First Times Series by wendymarlowe (E, 247,051+ w. across 45 works || Series WiP || Short Stories, Assorted Tags with Assorted Genres, PWP) â A collection of short imaginings of how Sherlock and John might finally allow their relationship to become physical. Don't be afraid of the giant cloud of tags - each fic stands alone and you can read them in any order.
Long: Free Falling by twistedthicket1 (M, 203,574 w., 38 Ch. || Guardian Angels AU || Guardian Angel John, Fluff and Angst, Humour, Kidlock / Teenlock, Light Mystrade, Passage of Time, Possessive John, Drug Use / Overdose, Victor Trevor, Graphic Bullying, Big Brother Mycroft, Hard Drug Use, Depression, Possessive Sherlock, Possessive John, Panic Attacks, Nightmares/PTSD, Pining, Healing Abilities, Kidnapping, Violence, Torture, Blow Jobs, Virgin John, Emotional Development / Attachment, Mortality, Happy Ending) â All Guardian angels are born with a Chosen human. When this child is born, the angel comes into being to protect and care for them during their life on Earth. For John Watson, all he cares about in the world revolves around his Chosen, Sherlock Holmes. Watching him grow up though, the angel soon learns that God must have had a sense of humour the day he decided to make Sherlock, as trouble seems to follow him like a magnet wherever he goes. John can't decide what's worse, the idea of losing his Chosen one, or the fact that he may be breaking the most taboo law of heaven as he disguises himself as a human to better protect and befriend the beloved detective he's always watched from afar. He was meant to care for him. But what happens when caring evolves into something more? What happens when an emotion an angel is supposed to be incapable of possessing comes to life suddenly and viciously inside John's chest?Â
Love Triangle: Isosceles by SilentAuror (E, 56,609 w., 7 Ch. || Post-S4, POV John, Original Male Character / Sherlock Dates Another Man, Love Triangle, Jealous John, Virgin Sherlock, Sexual Coaching, Angst, Romance, Domesticity, Unrequited Feelings, Miscommunication, First Kiss/Time, For a Case, Friends With Benefits, Bottomlock, Love Confessions, Spooning) â After solving a case for a major celebrity, Sherlock gets himself asked out. When John asks, he discovers that Sherlock has no intention of going, at least not until John agrees to coach him through whatever he might need to know for his date...
Magical Realism: The Frost Child by twistedthicket1 (M, 9,994 w., 2 Ch. || Frozen-ish AU || Magical Realism, Christmas, Angst, Fluff, Powerful John) â In a world where people are born with a Gift of varying levels, simple John Watson is the last person one might look at when thinking of any strong Magick capabilities. Hiding comfortably in the shadow of Sherlock's brilliant deducing abilities, John is content to keep it that way...
Major Character Death: I Think I've Come A Long Long Way To Sit Before You Here Today by ArwenKenobi (T, 18,251 w., 3 Ch. || Grief/Mourning, Passage of Time, Major Character Death, Alternating POV, Sherlock Whump, Pining Sherlock, Hospitalization, Coma, Revenge Murders, Hallucinations, Love Confessions, Brutal Accident, Mystrade, Ghost John) â One year after John is killed Sherlock starts to wonder whether John has actually gone anywhere.
NSFW: Caves in the Mountains Are Seldom Unoccupied by starrysummernights & TheMadKatter13 (E, 7,925 w., 1 Ch. || Were-Creatures || Werebear John, Pseudo Bestiality, Rimming, Dub Con, Rough Sex, Come Inflation / Eating, Size Kink, PWP, Bratty Sherlock, Rutting) â âThis isnât something to play at, Sherlock,â he snapped. âIf it doesnât work out- what youâre asking of me- we canât shrug and say 'oh well, at least we tried'. If we do this⌠I could seriously hurt you. Do you understand? I could lose control. I could⌠I could kill you.âÂ
Next Gen.: If Equal Affection Cannot Be by blueink3 (E, 31,156 w., 3 Ch. || Post S4, Family, Retirement, Grown Up Rosie, Angst, Reunion, Loneliness, Sussex, Fluff, Sexy Times, Happy Ending) â Sherlock fled London a couple of years after John left him in hospital with nothing but an old walking stick and a half-hearted goodbye. Rosie grew up thinking that Sherlock died when he committed suicide in front of her father by jumping from Barts' roof. So it's somewhat awkward when they run into each other in a Sussex general store between the loaves of bread and the Mars bars... (MFL)
Omegaverse: A Fold in the Universe by darkest_bird (E, 152,869 w., 26 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Omegaverse / Prime Universe Crossover || OmegaJohn / AlphaSherlock, First Kiss / Time, Friends to Lovers, Established Relationship, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Dubious Consent, Humour) â Alpha Sherlock and Omega John are in a relationship. Prime Sherlock and Prime John are not. So what happens when a freak fold in the universe switches one John for the other?
Only One Bed: The Cure for Snoring by Goddess_of_the_Night (G, 1,278 w., 1 Ch. || Sleepy Conversations, Bed Sharing, Cuddling, Fluff, Domestic, Platonic / Sleepy Cuddles) â Sherlock and John spend the night in Scotland after finishing a case. The sole Inn in town only has one room left...one bed. This would be fine - if not a bit awkward - if Sherlock hadn't developed a habit of snoring loudly. John suffers through many hours of sleeplessness before he discovers that skin-to-skin contact stops the noise. Part 1 of Dreamscapes
Parenthood: Iris by slashscribe (E, 11,948 w., 1 Ch. || Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Post-S3) â Sherlock does his best to make John happy when John comes back to 221B with his new baby after the events of Season 3, but Sherlock has a track record of getting things wrong in this area. This story is an exploration of their gradual shift from friends to lovers, told from Sherlock's perspective, full of a lot of pining and lack of emotional awareness.
Platonic: The Green Blade by verityburns (T, 72,929 w., 15 Ch. || Case Fic, Bromance) â As a serial killer hits the headlines, the police are out of their depth and the next victim is out of time. With faith in Sherlock Holmes at an all time low, this is a case which will push loyalties to the limit...
Queer: Rupert Street by WritingOutLoud (M, 27,262 w., 9 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting || Case Fic, Sexuality, Demisexual Sherlock, Drugging, Smart John, Sherlock Has Internalized Biphobia, Fluff, Angst with Happy Ending, Gay Bar, Flirting, John Manipulates Sherlock to Eat, John Deduces, Arguments, Kidnapping/Torture, Hospitalization, John Whump) â Discharged from the war with nothing but the clothes on his back and a realisation of his bisexuality, John Watson has to learn who heâs become. He canât afford London on an army pension, but the city is the only friend he has. In an effort to understand his newfound queer identity, he heads to a bar one night, where he stumbles across a mysterious stranger who turns his life upside down. âI dug around inside myself, and I'm not quite sure what I found, but it was beautiful and terrifying all at the same time.â
Quest: Licence to Kiss by fellshish (T, 13,739 w., 4 Ch. || Post-ASIB, Sort-Of Bondlock, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Mutual Pining, Angst and Humour, Bed Sharing) â Sherlock loves John, and John loves... James Bond. He only made Sherlock watch every single film. Tedious. And now John's birthday is coming up. Sherlock can't tell him how he feels, but he can organise an amazing gift: John's very own spy adventure. Sherlock begs Mycroft for a real case with some extra gadgets. And perhaps some actors pretending to be criminals. What could possibly go wrong?
Retirement: Through the Clouds by Mazarin221b (E, 20,004 w., 6 Ch. || Retirement, Sussex, Bees, Home Improvement, First Time, Romance) â Sherlock takes a remarkably early retirement at 47, and convinces John that a change of pace would do them both good. They buy an old cottage on the South Downs, and exchange their nonstop life in Baker Street for quiet contemplation, bee studies, and book writing. They might go completely insane, but sometimes it takes stepping outside of the life you're living to find the life you want. Part 1 of Through The Clouds
Road Trip: Hitting the Water at Sixty Miles an Hour by what_alchemy (E, 30,568 w., 5 Ch. || Fake Rel., Road Trips, Slow Burn, Mummy Holmes) â âYou love your mother, Sherlock?â John watched the muscles in Sherlockâs jaw jump. He nodded in one sharp jerk. âThen weâre going to her party and making her happy.â John let out a resigned sigh. âAs a ruddy couple, you bastard.â
Soulmates: The Heart On Your Sleeve by flawedamythyst (T, 5,441 w., 1 Ch. || Soulmate AU || Sherlock POV, Heartmarks, Pining, Fluff and Angst, Semi-S1 / S2 Canon Compliant, Reunion) â Sherlock stared at the imperfect circle on his left wrist in horror, then sat down on his bed with a bit of a thump. After over thirty years, his heartmark was finally showing activity. This was not good.
Slow Burn: Tomorrow's Song by agirlsname (M, 24,645 w., 5 Ch. || Post-TRF, POV Sherlock, Angst with a Happy Ending, Virgin / Repressed Sherlock, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Pining, Jealous Sherlock) â How can he think a relationship with me would be a good idea? I am the sort of person to take a break from my life and when I come back after two years, I expect to find it exactly as I left it. In reality I find it shattered to pieces. (I actually equate you with my life. When did I start doing that?)
Teen AU: The Sky is Full of Fiddles by agirlsname (T, 25,659 w., 6 Ch. || 1895 Teenlock || Romantic Fluff, Bed Sharing, Swedish Folk Music, Dancing, Sherlockâs Violin, Poetry, Skinny Dipping, Summer Love, First Kiss, Proposals, POV John, Gay Surprise) â It's 1895 in the heart of Swedish folk music and dance. During certain weekends, boys are allowed to visit girls at night, wooing them with fantastical poems. If a girl lets a boy into her room they can share a bed all night, fully clothed, to talk and eat caramels together. John is seventeen and looking for a girl to marry like everyone else. He's very surprised when another boy suddenly stands outside his door, wanting to share his bed⌠(MFL)
Time Travel: The Engine by stitchy (T, 8,294 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Post-HLV, ASiP Do-Over, Sci-Fi, Time Travel) â Shortly after the events of His Last Vow, Sherlock has an opportunity to revisit the night of A Study in Pink and get some perspective on the destiny of he and John's relationship.
Undercover: The Skin Over My Heart by standbygo (E, 8,849 w., 1 Ch. || Post-Hiatus, Fake Relationship, Case Fic, Dog Tags, Military, Homophobia, Gay Bashing, POV First Person Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss / Time, Declarations of Love, Undercover, Haircuts, Flashbacks, Touching, Pining Sherlock, Hospitalization, Metaphors, Introspection, Hand Jobs, On the Couch, Johnâs Past, Angst with Happy Ending) â Sherlock and John are still trying to adjust to Sherlock's return from his hiatus when John's friend Bill Murray brings them a case. Someone is targeting the LGBTQA+ members of Bill's unit. John and Sherlock go undercover at the unit, but when they end up having to flirt to flush out the suspect, Sherlock realizes he's in over his head.
Unrequited: Love Is Series by SilentAuror (E, 36,903 w. across 2 works || Post S3, Alternating POV Each Story, Angst, Unrequited Love, Rejection then Reconciliation, Romance, Mary Divorce, Eventual Happy Ending) â At Mrs Hudson's urging, Sherlock finally decides to tell John how he feels about him.
Vampires: Bleed Me Out by antietamfalls (E, 87,987 w., 14 Ch. || Vampire AU || Bonding, Vampire Sherlock, Fluff & Angst, Hurt/Comfort, John Whump, Magical Realism) â John isnât exactly surprised to discover that Sherlock isn't human. His vampirism doesn't pose a problem, even when their relationship gradually grows into something more. That is, until a deadly revelation about Johnâs blood sends their lives spinning dangerously out of control.
Villain POV: Genesis by pasiphile (M, 19,521 w., 1 Ch. || Graphic Violence, Moriartyâs Past) â Before he was Jim Moriarty, he was just Jimmy, a street kid with more pain in his past and more ambition in his head than he could handle, and only one other person he could bring himself to trust. Part 6 of This Life Is A Trip (When You're Psycho In Love) (MFL)
Whump: Trapped and Upside Down on the M6 by BootsnBlossoms (E, 4,256 w., 1 Ch. || Whump, Car Accident, Hurt / Comfort) â Everything felt wrong. His hair was going the wrong way. His arms were bent in ways he wouldnât choose to bend them. His neck hurt and he couldnât really feel his toes. Something was dripping on his face â and rolling up. A car crash. He had been in a car crash.
Werewolves: John Watsonâs Moon by patternofdefiance (E, 11,314 w., 1 Ch. || Supernatural Creatures || Werewolf John, First Time, BAMF John, First Time, Anal, Fleeting Depictions of Violence) â Sherlock finds out John is a werewolf and wants to see the transformation. It, uh, gets really kinky.
Xenomorphism: Forest King by Elphen (E, 141,856 w., 27 Ch. || Magical Realism / Omegaverse AU || Mythical Creatures, Group Sex, Body Worship, Drinking / Impairment, Dubious Consent, Anal Fingering/Sex, Transformations / Shapeshifting, Mpreg, BAMF John, Possessive Sherlock, Celtic Mythology, Paganism, Sherlockâs Violin, Frottage, Illnesses, Caring Sherlock, Netherworld/Underworld, Coping Mechanisms, Paternal Lestrade, Defensive John, Big Brother Mycroft, Insecurity, Self-Esteem Issues, Misunderstandings, Mild Jealousy, Pregnant Sex, Male Lactation, Birthing, Emotional Support, Parenthood, Family History) â After falling out with his sister, John ends up in a Cornwall Midsummerâs Eve celebration in the middle of a forest thatâs ratherâŚdifferent. After the hazy night of magic and passion with a pale-eyed man, he goes home to London. Heâs in for a surprise when his stomach starts growing and buds appears on his head. Not one to just accept things, he returns to Cornwall to demand an explanation. When he meets the forest king, Sherlock, again, he has to come to terms with not only whatâs happened to him but what kind of magical world heâs been thrust into. Plus, thereâs the questions of whether he trusts the antlered man and how he'll survive being apparently pregnant. Sherlock isnât much help. That doesnât mean he isnât trying to somehow make John understand his feelings, however, even if heâs greatly hampered by being Sherlock. They slowly move forward but problems beyond their control may arise from an act done with the best of intentions. How will they cope, separately and together? (MFL)
Xmas: Our Enthusiasms Which Cannot Always Be Explained by withoutawish (M, 32,961 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Post-TRF, Case Fic, Mild Gore, Sherlock Whump) â The list that is tacked haphazardly on the refrigerator of 221B reads, âKidney(s), and/or a full cadaver (preferably male, late 30s, under six feet tall), bag of fresh toes, sixteen cowâs eyes (corneas retained), dual exhaust hand âheld flame thrower, an unopened first edition copy of Joseph Conradâs 'Heart of Darkness', and no less than ten abhorrently gruesome murders in the upcoming month.â The one neatly hanging next to it simply reads, âSex.â One of these lists is not John Watsonâs. If John Watson were to put what he really wanted in list form, to live in a land somewhere beyond âalmosts' now that Sherlock Holmes has indeed returned to him, he would never be able to look his flatmate in the eye ever again.
Zombies: The Hollow Ones by antietamfalls (M, 100,244 w., 23 Ch. || Walking Dead Fusion || Zombie Apocalypse, Angst, Slow Build, Emotional Constipation, Protective John, Hurt/Comfort) â The dead walk. Mangled corpses of the deceased rise and mindlessly feast upon the flesh of the living. John wakes up, alone and confused, into the remnants of a city gone mad. He will search for answers. He will find Sherlock at any cost. And he will learn that the living are far more dangerous than the dead. (MFL)
Zoomorphism: How to Build a Heart out of Ashes by Teumessian (E, 144,931 w., 31 Ch. || Changeling AU || Slow Burn, Drug Use, Mentions of Child Abuse / Bullying, Mentions of Student/Teacher Relations, Uni-Age) â In an AU where a small number of the population become Changelings at a young age, at 17 John Watson believes he's destined for Normal life but then the Change takes him and he is sent to the Baker Institute. There he meets Sherlock Holmes.
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Six Sentence Sunday!
Well, I had a very productive Sunday and managed to finish this post-canon wedding one-shot WITH ALL THE FEELS today! This one's for @firenati0n â¤ď¸ with a special shout out to @caterpills for helping me with it!
Thank you to @suseagull04, @sophie1973, @tailsbeth-writes, @onthewaytosomewhere, @iboatedhere for today's tags
and @miss-minnelli who tagged me while I was writing this post!
Here's a little taste:
About five hundred of those five hundred and ten days had been spent planning how to ask Henry to marry him. Alex needed the perfect proposal spot, the perfect ring, the perfect plan. Henry was a prince, for fuckâs sake, and he certainly deserved perfection as far as their engagement was concerned. Alex was nothing if not a perfectionist by nature to begin with, so it should have been easy. He was also a workaholic who was willing to put in a hundred and twenty percent to make sure everything was exactly right. (One hundred and ten was enough for your typical run-of-the-mill overachiever, but not for Alex Claremont-Diaz.)
You can read the rest here on AO3: yours, forever by thesleepyskipper
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