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Nealsy jostles Geno into the boards.

“Hey,” he barks right into Geno’s ear, and Geno huffs. “Hey, Geno. Sid smells like he wants some attention.”

“Shut up,” Geno grunts at him, but by the time he’s shoved Nealsy off, the Predators have iced the puck and the play is whistled dead. Nealsy has always been a scumbag, but he was Geno’s scumbag for a while, and hearing him take potshots at Sid is jarring.

“Not like that, G,” Nealsy laughs. “I mean, you think he’s up for something after the game? Just like old times? Y’know, some hot tub action?”

Geno raises his eyebrows and pushes away from the boards, and Nealsy is hot on his trail.

“Or do you only share with teammates? C’mon, the trade is fresh.”

Geno knows it’s fresh. It feels fresh. He misses Nealsy and his loud, rude jokes. He misses the way he made the whole room laugh.

And he was the only one who was willing to bully Sid as much as Geno.

“I’m ask,” Geno finally says, and Nealsy grins.

“Hell yeah,” he says, and swerves away.

“Lazy,” Geno mutters, just because he can.

The game is embarrassing for Nashville. 3-nothing, and Nealsy was right about Sid being on edge. He’s zipping around the ice, fast on his skates, and his opening goal in the first period was enough to snap the team to attention.

Geno could feel the pull too; he gets a goal in the third on the powerplay, Sid’s laser-precise passing hitting his tape just right. Sid manages an assist on Pascal’s goal in the dying minutes of the game, and he’s grinning and smelling sweet when he skates in to give Flower an affectionate tap on the head.

“Going out with team?” Geno asks in the locker room, once the media’s finished ravishing Sid and he’s sitting back in his stall in all his dirty gear, smiling and happy.

“Yeah,” Sid says with a stretch. “Probably. You?”

“Lazy ask if we wanna use hot tub,” Geno says.

Sid’s arms drop immediately.

“You mean,” he says slowly, “he wants to know if we want to get a drink with him?”

Geno rolls his eyes.

“Yes, Sid, go do thing,” he says acerbically. Sid had tried to come up with a thousand different codes and phrases for what they did sometimes, and despite his best efforts, Geno and Nealsy had settled on a hot tub euphemism instead.

Sid hated it.

Geno and Nealsy liked that he hated it. A lot.

“His place?” Sid asks, and Geno sees Sid’s hand lift to rub at his collarbone. He’d absorbed a hit from Fisher in the second, and Geno will have to take a closer look at it later. But for now—

“His place,” Geno says. He’s had Nealsy’s new address for a while now.

Sid sucks his lips into his mouth for a second before blowing them out.

“Okay,” he finally says, and Geno smiles and reaches for his phone.

Nealsy’s new apartment is in downtown Nashville, right off of a busy street full of bars and restaurants and, presumably, the exact kind of omega Nealsy loves to fuck.

“Yeah,” Nealsy laughs when he lets Sid and Geno in. “It isn’t the South Side but it’s pretty good.”

“What,” Sid murmurs, “not enough nursing coeds here for you?”

“Big mouth on you tonight, Captain,” Nealsy says, and Geno watches as Nealsy closes the door behind them all. Geno shifts a step to the left, and Sid has to glance around him to peer into Nealsy’s apartment, at the big windows glowing from Nashville’s nightlife.

Sid smells good. His heat will be right around the corner, Geno’s sure, and the heady, delicious scent he gives off before his heat is almost as good as the raging scentstorm of his heat itself. Geno licks his lips and meets Nealsy’s eyes over Sid’s head.

“Not your captain anymore, Nealsy,” Sid says, and he tries to take a step around Geno to get a better look.

Nealsy’s hands dart out to grab Sid around the arms, and Geno’s left hand comes out to hold Sid’s waist for support. Sid jolts and Geno’s ready to dig his fingers in and ground him. Nealsy presses close, his big form all along Sid’s back, and Geno shifts, watching Sid’s face as Nealsy digs his nose into Sid’s hair and his lips against Sid’s ear.

“Not my captain anymore, eh? You wanna pretend for a night?” Nealsy asks, and Sid’s lips curl into a small smile he thinks Nealsy can’t see.

Geno leans in and kisses him, Sid’s damp lips gliding along his own. He feels Sid relax back into Nealsy, and Nealsy grunts.

“I’m not the bed, Cap,” Nealsy complains, and Sid nips at Geno’s lip in protest.

“Lazy,” Geno murmurs, and Sid lets out a plaintive, eager sound.

Geno pulls back to see Nealsy’s hands shifting, moving along Sid’s body. One is teasing at Sid’s nipples, which Nealsy’s always been desperate to use to get a reaction out of Sid even though Sid’s never been too sensitive there.

The other’s having more success, groping at Sid’s hardening dick through his jeans.

“Bed,” Geno agrees, and he tugs their tangled mess of limbs deeper into Nealsy’s bachelor pad.

Nealsy’s bed is massive, the bed frame low to the ground and the sheets unmade. Everything about it screams that Nealsy rolls around in those sheets with a new omega or beta every other night.

This time, though, Nealsy and Geno lay Sid into the messy blankets.

Nealsy is the one to power Sid down. Geno lets them go, watches as Sid’s muscles tense and he tries to push up against it.

“Lemme get some of that,” Nealsy murmurs, corny as ever as he presses a long leg between Sid’s thick thighs, plants a hand on Sid’s chest, and holds him down to kiss him.

Sid’s an indulgent kisser. Geno’s coaxed him into being one. Sid had been perfunctory about kissing, like it was a means to an end, before Geno had gotten his hands on him. It’d been a shame, Geno had thought, with a mouth like that. It had taken a lot of bruised lips and even more cajoling before Sid finally started sinking into kisses with pleased, soft sounds and relaxed rolls of his hips.

Nealsy’s still too aggressive with his tongue, though, and Geno smooths his hand up Sid’s free thigh when Sid’s brow furrows and the corner of his mouth turns down as Nealsy presses his tongue deeper into Sid’s mouth.

Geno pats Sid’s thigh once and then starts shucking off his clothes. He throws them to the far corner of the room, and by the time he’s gotten his socks off, Nealsy’s got Sid’s shirt rucked up to his collarbones.

“Tits still not sensitive, Lazy, isn’t gonna work,” Geno says as he gets back onto the bed.

“Don’t call ‘em that,” Sid complains breathlessly.

“Why not?” Nealsy says into Sid’s neck, his hands coming up to cup Sid there. “They’re nice ones, Cap.”

“Christ, stop calling me that,” Sid says, and he gasps as Nealsy bites him.

“Forgot how much you fuckin’ complain, Sid.”

“Needy,” Geno says, and Sid turns his hot, irritated eyes onto Geno.

Geno reaches for him.

Sid’s lips are messy and wet and soft already, and Geno sinks into it as he hears Nealsy shuffling around. He sucks Sid’s lower lip in between his own, trailing his hand down Sid’s stomach, teasing around the sensitive skin near his navel before tugging at his belt.

“Geno,” Sid breathes against his lips, and another hand joins Geno’s.

Nealsy’s hands make quick work of Sid’s belt buckle, and Nealsy tugs off Sid’s pants and then his boxers. Geno starts kissing his way to Sid’s jaw and where it meets his ear, because Sid always likes to watch.

Sure enough, Sid’s head tilts down, and he watches as Nealsy wraps a hand around his dick.

“Ready for it?” Nealsy asks, and Geno’s wrist brushes against his fingers as Geno tucks his fingers behind Sid’s balls.

He finds wetness, and then as he presses at Sid’s entrance, it’s an easy slide.

“Easy for it,” Geno tells him against Sid’s skin, and Sid lets out a sound that’s a cut-off protest. He’s too late, though, because Geno glances up and sees the knowing smirk on Nealsy’s lips.

“You fuckin’ are, don’t lie,” Nealsy needles him. “You’re easy for us, Sid, you can’t get enough.”

“Fuck off,” Sid mutters, but his breath hitches as Geno presses two fingers into him.

“Wet,” Geno tells Sid. “Want it, Sid. How you want?”

“Just fuck me,” Sid mouths off, which means he’s going to be an absolute brat, and Nealsy jerks him off a little roughly.

“Both of us? Like that time you were in heat?” Nealsy asks eagerly, and Geno digs his fingers into Sid’s tight warmth a bit harder.

It had been good, Sid delirious on his third day of heat, Nealsy and Geno’s cocks just barely fitting into his ass, even with how stretched out he’d gotten. The hot line of Nealsy’s dick against his own in the clutch of Sid had been so good, but—

“Not heat now,” Geno tells him warningly, and Nealsy abandons his grip on Sid’s dick.

His fingers trail down to brush against Geno’s, and Geno stills as Nealsy presses in a finger alongside the two Geno already has inside him.

“Too bad,” Nealsy says, “but could’ve fooled me. You miss me that bad, Sid? You get this wet all the time?”

“You asshole,” Sid laughs, and Nealsy’s finger slips out of him. With his wet finger, he grips Sid’s face and kisses him roughly.

“You got a condom?” Sid mutters against Nealsy’s tongue.

“If he still talk, you not kiss him good enough,” Geno comments dryly.

“Fuck you, G,” Nealsy says, but it’s garbled, and he hisses as Sid bites a bit harder than necessary.

“Get the condom,” Sid breathes when Nealsy finally pulls back for a breath of air, and Nealsy scrubs his hand roughly over Sid’s still-shower-damp hair.

“Bossy,” Nealsy says, but he hauls himself off the bed. Sid and Geno both watch his naked ass as he digs around in his nightstand before sighing in frustration.

“I have one in my wallet,” Nealsy grumbles before heading for his hallway.

Sid reclines on the bedding, stretching his arms over his head. Geno props himself up on a single hand, looking down at him with a smile.

“Hey,” Sid murmurs, and Geno tugs Sid’s shirt off the rest of the way.

It ruffles Sid’s hair, and leaves his necklace puddled on the blanket next to his neck, but Sid smiles back at him anyways.

And then his smile goes sly.

“C’mere,” Sid says, and he loops a hand around the back of Geno’s neck.

Geno tries to lean in for a kiss, but Sid’s firm grip pushes him down lower, to his chest, and Geno casts a confused gaze upwards. He can’t see much else but the chub of skin and fat under Sid’s chin, but he can tell Sid’s smiling, and Geno carefully licks over Sid’s nipple.

“Get into it,” Sid says, and Geno wraps his lips around it and sucks.

He hears Nealsy’s groan, and the exasperated Fuck, that’s hot, why don’t you let me do it, and Sid’s deep, satisfied laugh shakes him from Sid’s chest.

“Shit, Geno, keep going,” Nealsy says, rubbing an appreciative hand over Geno’s back, and Geno presses close again, laving his tongue over Sid’s broad, flat nipple.

Sid lets out a pleased, happy sigh, his legs spreading wider, and Geno scrapes his teeth against Sid’s tit once more before pushing himself upright to get a look. Nealsy’s teasing at Sid, rubbing the blunt, protected head of his cock along Sid’s sensitive opening.

“Mean,” Geno comments, and Nealsy grins at him.

Geno smiles back.

“Poor Sid, yeah?” Nealsy says, and he starts pushing forward. “Too many fuckin’ alphas to pay attention to, huh? What are you gonna do?”

“Fuck,” Sid breathes, dropping his head back onto the pillow, and Geno reaches for his cock.

“How many times you come tonight, Sid?” Geno asks him, and Sid bites his lip, failing to stop the smile from stretching across his lips.

“How many times can you make me?” he challenges.

“How good you gonna be?” Geno asks, and jacks him once. His hand is too dry. It’s rough. Sid squirms on Nealsy’s dick.

“Fuck off,” Sid whispers, and Geno plasters himself along Sid’s body, kissing at his neck and jerking his cock with only the wetness leaking from its tip as Nealsy gets settled inside of him.

“Still tight, Cap,” Nealsy grunts.

“Make him loose by morning,” Geno says, and Sid hiccups out a breath.

“Fuck yeah,” Nealsy says, and thrusts hard enough to force a sound from Sid’s lungs.

Nealsy’s nasty in bed, in a way that makes Geno mean too, and the punishing rhythm he quickly falls into has Geno squeezing at the base of Sid’s cock.

“It feels good,” Sid groans. “Geno, come on.”

“No,” Geno hums, and Sid whines.

“That’s it,” Nealsy laughs on a tight breath. “Geno telling you how it is, Sid.”

Sid doesn’t even have a response for it. He groans and tries to buck his hips and Nealsy lays into him harder. Geno has to cling onto Sid to stop him from being pushed up to the headboard.

“Make him come,” Nealsy says, and his voice is strained. “Fuck, G, make him, I want to feel it.”

Geno moves his mouth so it’s up against Sid’s ear and he starts saying low things in Russian, words Sid knows by now, words that make Sid’s eyes go wide and his hips surge up against Nealsy’s.

“Geno, Nealer, oh, shit,” Sid gasps, and Geno licks against the shell of his ear.

Nealer is just as loud as Sid when he comes; Geno’s hand flies to Sid’s stomach to feel the way his muscles tense and shake with his orgasm, and the dying, jolting thrusts of Nealer’s make Sid shift on the sheets.

Geno lifts his hand to drag through the mess Sid’s left on his stomach, and he brings his fingers to Sid’s mouth.

Sid doesn’t even protest. He’s close enough to his heat that the taste of cum doesn’t put him off anymore. Instead he chases after Geno’s fingers, and Geno rubs his thumb along Sid’s lower lip.

“God,” Nealsy groans, and he falls next to Sid on the bed. “Fucking shit, Sid, you’re so good.”

Sid’s pleased smile makes his panting breaths louder, and Geno rolls his eyes.

“Roll over, baby,” he says in Russian, and Sid moves without complaint, which means they got him good.

“C’mere, Sid,” Nealsy says, and he shuffles so that he’s leaning back against his modern, sleek headboard. He tugs Sid closer so that Sid’s nestled between his legs, and Nealsy spreads his hands over Sid’s back, smoothing over the wide planes of Sid’s shoulder blades.

Then he grips Sid by the back of the neck and widens his legs.

“Go for it, G,” Nealsy says, pleased. “I’ve got him.”

Sid wiggles his hips, testing out how much he can move, and Geno grabs onto one of his ankles just to watch Sid tense up.

Sid’s still fucked open, his hole wet and empty and right there for Geno to appreciate.

Geno knows they can get him wider, messier, by the end of the night.

“I brought another,” Nealsy says, and he flings an unopened condom onto Sid’s back.

“No,” Geno says with a smug look. “We don’t need.”

“Fuckin’ A,” Nealsy says. “Damn, that’s—”

“You can fuck his cum into me later,” Sid murmurs, and Nealsy lets out a loud groan.

“Jesus, I can’t get hard again yet, Sid, go fuckin’ easy on me.”

Geno teases at Sid’s rim with his thumbs, spreading him wider. He rests the head of his cock against Sid for a moment, and Sid leans back into it.

“You even hard?” Nealsy asks Sid.

“I like it this way,” Sid sighs, and Geno presses in.

#hi this is. uh.#seven pages of straight-up smut #just. nothin' more.#I tried to write Real Stuff today but my brain said NO #hockey rpf #drabble #(...is it really a drabble when it's 2.7k)#thank you idontlikeem for beta-reading random smut at 10:30pm

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anika-ann · 4 years

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Errare Humanum Est - Pt.20

Feel You Closer

Type: series, soulmate AU series (part 1, part 2) x Supernatural

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 3900

Summary: You remember. It’s time you reacquainted with your soulmate.

That’s what you should do, right? Just feel him as close to you as possible.

Warnings: swearing, 18+, nsfw, very light D/s, so much fluff

A/N: Yeah, there’s minimum plot (a bit at the beginning, read that if you want to avoid the explicit chapter and still want to understand what stunt ‘Nat’ will pull next chapter)

A/N 2: Me: I’m not a smut writer. Also me: two last fics/chapters posted on tumblr being explicit. Oops.

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You walked to the room hand in hand, unseen and unheard. Besides Jarvis, of course, but you didn’t even count him anymore. After the many times you had stayed in the Tower, you grew even fond of him. He really was programmed to be sassy, just like his creator, and sass was a language you spoke.

The idea hit you with the snap of the door and you instantly burst into giggles. Steve casted a curious, but warm gaze at your schoolgirl-like fit.

“Tony doesn’t know,” you explained, only to see no understanding dawning on Steve’s face. “He doesn’t know I remember. I have a very strong need to mess with him, even though we had a nice talk.”

“…you had a nice talk?” Steve asked, bewildered. Looking back at it, you were a bit surprised too – but then again, you weren’t. Tony was much more than he let on.

“Uh-uh. Yeah. I asked him about me. About us.”

A shadow of hurt fell on Steve’s face and you realized what it looked like, you seeking another man.

“It wasn’t that I didn’t trust you!” you blurted out immediately, seeing clearly that it didn’t convince him. “I just wanted a different opinion on me. You’re a bit… biased.”

The frown on his face smoothened, the pool of sadness in his eyes gradually vanishing. Instead, his brows lifted along with one corner of his lips.

“Biased?”

“Yep. You were all waxing poetic about me, how amazing I was. I wanted a second opinion, because I knew for sure I… wasn’t… that… that perfect,” you trailed off as Steve’s smile grew wider and wider with each word. “What?”

“And you decided to go to Tony of all people?”

You were surprised by that question. Steve was usually more the one to dwell on you actually being amazing and astounding and stuff, fast to assure you when he spotted only a trace of self-consciousness on you. Not today, apparently, as he focused on the fact you went to the child of a man in the flying suit. You grinned, not minding a bit.

“…that’s fair. But cut me some slack, he looked like he’d be the one to speak openly.”

Steve gave a short laugh, amused twinkle in his eyes. The change in him ever since he had learned you remembered was so stark you couldn’t tear you gaze away. It was mesmerizing – now, his smiles and laughter radiated true happiness.

“That I can’t argue with. Now, what kind of messing around are we talking about?”

At that, you smirked. “Your clothes. I wanna wear your clothes and I need Jarvis to tell me exactly what comment Tony and Clint made when I first entered the kitchen wearing your stuff.”

You might have had more than one goal when saying this. It wasn’t just to cause Tony a fit later… you might want to nudge Steve’s fantasy, knowing all too well what his clothes on you symbolized and how much he enjoyed you wearing them despite denying it till his last breath.

His eyes did grow rounder, much to your satisfaction. You bit your lip, attempting to hide the smirk battling to show on your face for a whole different reason now.

“Maybe throw a bit of foul language in?” you continued and Steve closed his eyes, exhaling slowly. “Just imagine his face – me, walking in, him wanting to comment and me encouraging him, talking about how I actually got thoroughly fucked the previous evening.”

“Every time,” Steve grunted and you tilted your head in wonder, the grin wining the fight and finding its way on your face.

“Mm?”

Steve’s eyes snapped open, black as night, his irises barely visible. Ohhh, this was even better than you had imagined.

“Every time I think I know just how much trouble you are…” he rasped, taking a step closer, forcing you to walk backwards, your back hitting the door after only two steps, effectively trapping you between his frame and the hard surface, an inch between your bodies remaining.

Your breathing ragged as if on command, heart speeding up in anticipation. Steve’s hands rose, palms resting by your head at each side, his face leaning to yours. Your teeth released your lower lip in order to wet it with your tongue, drawing Steve’s gaze like a magnet. Your breath hitched when his lips stayed so painfully close you could feel the heat but didn’t touch, your eyes fluttering close at the sensation. God, your belly was already burning.

“…you always prove me wrong…” he hummed, brushing your lips with his own. You nearly whined when he parted almost instantly and you intended to follow, only for Steve to have your hair trapped in one of his hands to make sure you stayed put. That simple gesture caused your underwear to dampen. “Talking like that when you’re injured and you know nothing can happen.”

His mouth moved to shower your chin and throat with attention, torturously light touches, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your knees buckled, Steve’s hand quick to catch you, squeezing you between his body and the door to keep you upright.

“See, that’s what I’m talking about. You can barely stand. I wouldn’t want to hurt you,” he mumbled to your throat, but honestly, he didn’t sound convincing in the slightest. More like—more like the opposite actually. He even sounded… demanding?

Did he really start a game now? A little role-play? That’s new.

“But… but I was cleared to leave medical,” you whispered, testing the waters, earning a satisfied grunt.

Oh god, this was happening. There had been glimpses of this before, the dominance; you were pretty sure Steve enjoyed it mostly because of how underestimated he had been before the serum, but the reason didn’t quite matter. It was important that he liked it and you never minded when it showed a little. Now though… oh boy.

“That’s true,” he mused, tickling the side of your neck with his warm breath. “And I was left to take care of you… in charge of your treatment. What only will I do with you, doll?”

Powerplay. This was a powerplay and given how much you trusted Steve, knowing he wouldn’t actually hurt you when playing, you were totally on board.

The pool of wetness on your underwear only confirmed it.

Steve’s hand urged you to answer, squeezing your hip. Your whole body tingled, a tiny whimper escaping you.

You just needed him close now. With all the madness that had happened, there was nothing you needed more than to feel his body on yours, his hands, his lips, his everything, just to know you two were.

“Anything you want,” you breathed and Steve’s hips thrust forward, deliciously adding friction between your bodies. He was hard as rock and you had a pretty good idea what would make him even harder. You were saving it for now… soon, though.

He raised his head, facing you again, his hand releasing your hair in order to run the pad of his thumb over your lower lip, watching the motion as if hypnotized.

“Anything, you say? That’s quite daring, doll…”

This was it. This was the time.

You peeked at him from under your eyelashes as your tongue kitten-licked his thumb. He didn’t even flinch, but you knew he would at your next words.

“Anything, sir.”

It was his turn to whimper, his hips bucking again, his mouth smacking to yours, both of his hands falling to your waist.

“God, I missed you so much, all of you. Are you sure you’re okay?” he whispered urgently before devouring your mouth again, nearly breathing you in with the vigour. “Tell me and I stop.”

You grabbed his shoulders, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

“I missed you too. And yes. All yours… sir.”

“Christ, woman!”

His palms took handfuls of your backside firmly and your giddy giggle got lost in the moan you both let out, swallowed by the other, your hips moving in synch.

Out of blue, he grabbed your wrists, pinning them to your sides, the display of strength once again sending a thrill through your body.

“Keep them here until I give you the permission to move, okay?” he ordered, the low timbre of his voice striking something right inside your core.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what, doll?” he coaxed, voice deliciously dark.

Oh wow, just wow. You were pretty sure your core just started throbbing.

“Yes, sir.”

“That’s right,” he praised, taking your mouth again, wordlessly asking for access, though more demanding than usual. You parted your lips, welcoming his tongue as he swept it along your teeth and then met yours.

The order he had given you was way harder than you anticipated; keeping your hands to yourself while his own roamed your body, guiding your hips to meet his for more friction and making your body feel like floating in a sea of pleasure, cupping your breasts… his mouth was taking yours as if his life depended on it, breathing you in and nibbling, retreating only to suck at your neck just when you wanted him, needed him kissing you on your lips… it was the sweetest torture. You craved for his mouth and all you had to do was to touch him and pull him back to you.

But you weren’t allowed.

“Hands up,” he hissed, already tugging at your shirt before you registered what he asked you to do. Your body obeyed automatically, but with delay. Steve didn’t seem to mind, his skilful fingers finding the opening of your bra instead of simply waiting. Before you knew it, your torso was bare, your chest peppered with kisses and a mark sucked under your collarbone.

“Steve…” escaped your lips, your hands twitching, refusing to return to your sides, finding his muscles instead.

He hummed discontentedly, guiding them back to stay along the wall. You couldn’t but whine.

“Please.”

“Please what?” he whispered to your skin and you nearly banged the back of your head against the wall, stopping the last half-inch away. You had hit your head, after all.

“Please, sir. Can I…” Your own breathy moan interrupted your plea when he licked at your nipple. Christ, Steve. “Can I touch you?”

“Mmm…” he hummed, the vibration making the worst and the best things to your brain. You were completely at his mercy and you didn’t even care. Hell, you were enjoying it, but God, you needed to feel his body under your hands. “Not yet.”

The mewl that left your lips was borderline embarrassing, more so since Steve’s mouth left your breast and soothed you with a sweet and dirty kiss, your tongues tangling together.

“Just a little longer. Let me appreciate you, doll. You’re so, so pretty…”

His hot breath, soft lips and a dart of a tongue trailed down your front, one of his hand easily slipping under the hem of your jeans, while the other already worked on the button and tugged them to your knees. He kneeled, glancing up at you with a wicked smile as he stripped them completely with only a little help.

Steve guided your left leg over his shoulder and this time the noise you made was utterly embarrassing, a blend of a squeak, a moan and a whimper and Jesus fucking Christ. He didn’t even get his mouth on you, just the anticipation enough to flood your core. You knew how good he was at that and just the thought-

“Oh, doll, you’re soaking…”

Something in you wanted to snark that yes, you noticed, but another voice, the one that was ridiculously enjoying this game, shut the urge up and whispered another words for you to say.

“Y-yes, sir. Because of you,” your voice trembled slightly and when he looked up at you from his filthy position again, lop-sided smirk on his handsome and usually so innocent face, you were done for.

His finger ran up your slit, making you flinch and bite your lip.

“And just what should I do about it, mm…” he kissed your inner thigh, giving you a very good idea as if you hadn’t had one before. “Would you like me to take care of it? Use my tongue?”

He. Was. So. Fucking. Filthy. And. Mouthy.

And you should feel humiliated at responding him, but you didn’t. You loved it.

“Please… sir,” you breathed out, which gained you another kiss, higher this time, just below the waistline of your panties, one finger looping in them; a sharp tug and they were gone, making you gasp.

“Since you said ‘please’… but you’re gotta watch, doll, alright?”

You gulped. You weren’t sure you were able to do that. You’d come in seconds.

Still, you nodded.

“Speak up, my sweet girl...”

“Yes, sir.”

The first lap of his tongue caused your fists to clench with the need to hold onto something. Anything. His hair looked suitable enough, just like his free shoulder. You chewed on your lower lip.

As if hearing your thoughts, he led your hands to hold onto him. It was bliss – and a freaking reassurance, because you really didn’t want to fall. Not that he would ever let you, but better be sure.

You could barely stand and you couldn’t stand it. The sight of Steve devouring you like this, bringing indescribable pleasure tingling in every cell of your body with his clever tongue was too much. He didn’t even need to use his fingers, finding spots to drive you insane just by licking at them.

You came with a breathy cry, your pulse loud in your ears and with your legs getting wobbly at instant; you were lucky he held you so firmly. He sucked on your clit, sending shocks through your already overwhelmed body, forcing you to moan his name and arch your back. He worked you through it, alternating between praises and soothing your weepy core, slowly driving you down.

You couldn’t fucking speak. Your eyes snapped open when he shifted, lowering your leg back to the ground, placing a kiss under your navel.

“You good?” he rasped and it took a lot of effort to actually reply instead of simply nodding.

“Yes.” He waited. Right. “Sir.”

His big palms caressed your hips, kissing the skin there.

“Feel like returning the favour, doll?” he asked, voice sultry as much as his gaze.

He would have looked innocent, peeking at you from under his eyelashes like that, but his blown irises gave his arousal away. And you knew better than that, very well-aware of where is mouth had just been.

“Be a good girl like that?” he added, causing the air catch in your throat despite your breathing raging.

How was such praise striking something in you, making you want to do anything just to hear it again? Was this just him or did you have a kink you hadn’t been aware of?

It didn’t matter now. You needed to turn off your brain and enjoy this fully.

“If-if that’s what you want, sir,” you stuttered, his forehead resting against your abdomen at the statement. It brought a satisfied smile to your face – perhaps you weren’t the only one who was a little overwhelmed. You stroked his scalp gently. “Anything to please you.”

He let out a choked noise, rising to his feet at instant, his mouth catching yours in a sweet and salty kiss, his unmistakable jeans-cladded hard rocking into your heat.

“Mouthy, aren’t you? Get on your knees, doll,” he ordered as he spun you, suddenly him being the one with his back against the wall.

You obediently slid down and he lost the shirt that was crying for help on his muscled body anyway. It was a mouth-watering sight even from down there. You wordlessly asked for permission to undo his belt, having it granted. You released him from both, his pants and boxers, his erection springing free. Shit, you almost forgot how big he was.

Steve’s hand tenderly slipped into your hair, guiding you to look up. You were surprised when you saw the fraction of concern in his eyes, a question perhaps, breaking the character he had seemed to slide into rather easily.

The pool of warmth in your chest at the gesture was as unexpected as the act itself. Was it strange, perhaps cowardly of you, that you loved he kept checking with you just to make sure that everything he did was alright with you? Did it make you unadventurous and boring that the fact he showed you every now and then that you could trust him completely, was the biggest turn-on of all?

You smiled at him shyly, the simple lift of the corners of your lips reciprocated instantly. The pad of his thumb swept over your lower lip, sending a shiver down your spine.

‘Anything to please you,’ your own words echoed in your head, resonating with truth. You loved him. You did want to make him happy so badly, as much as you knew he wanted you to be.

You kissed the tip of his member, soon taking him between your lips. His hand never released your hair, though his eyelids fluttered shut, shameless moan of satisfaction escaping him. It only encouraged you.

Steve wouldn’t let you finish him and what an early finish would it have been. He pulled your head away, tugging you upright and locking your mouths in a kiss as his hand did the job for you. You would have been confused and maybe even hurt by that action, but you knew him. You knew that no matter what game he was playing, he needed to be certain you would be alright.

“Didn’t want you to strain yourself,” he breathed into your mouth, his voice trembling with aftershock, sucking gently on your lips, his arm wrapped around your waist securely to hold you close with little care for how sticky you both were now thanks to his release.

“I know,” you whispered back, meeting his gaze in a haze, the affection for you written all over his face hitting you like a train. “I love you.”

“And I love you. More than you’ll ever know.”

A teasing smile tucked at the corner of your lips. “Show me? Please, sir?”

He choked out a laugh, his hold getting stronger on you, something poking your stomach as it came back to life.

“Troublemaker, doll. That’s what you are,” he hummed, grinning with a delicious mixture of sweet and intense, like dark chocolate. His not so clean hand cupped your bottom and one of his long fingers teased around your still dripping core. His nose nuzzled your hair, his lips brushing your earlobe with a filthy whisper. “I might have to fuck that cheekiness out of you.”

You gulped at that promise delivered in such foul language, your heart pounding in your chest right against his. Yes, please. It might help with the headache that was slowly beginning to bother you once more.

“Looking forward to it… sir.”

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Steve clearly felt adventurous, indulging the dominance and the power he held and you gladly let him, knowing the reward would – uh – come in the end. You lost count on how many times he brought you to the very edge only to let you descend again, never letting you tip over and fall. The orgasm that followed when he finally did, your walls clenching around him like a vice, was something you had never experienced before and that said something, considering Steve had been your lover for some time now. It felt like sparkles exploded in every single cell of your body, pounding with never-ending bliss, his cock throbbing in you and sending another flare through your body like in a vicious circle.

Apparently, you had been in Heaven once – and right now, Steve surely gave you a taste of what was it like, because there could not be another explanation. The afterglow was so warm and wonderful you basked in it for God knew how long.

When you finally came back to yourself, Steve’s fingers were tenderly threading in your hair, his lips on your temple. Your eyes fluttered open, causing him to stop and search your face with attentive eyes as he kept himself propped on his elbow.

“Hey, doll, are you okay?” he fussed softly, his breathing back to normal. He was still sporting an adorable flush down his face and chest, an evidence of the effort made and the satisfaction that followed.

“Yeah. This was… wow.”

“Yeah?” he grinned, wounding up a strand of your hair around his finger. His eyes were sparkling and you kinda wanted to slap his chest for the flash of smugness. Instead, you slapped him verbally and very much playfully.

“Yes, sir,” you returned the wide smile and he huffed, falling to your side. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Ugh, don’t start again.”

“I’d like to start again… some other time,” you admitted, hopeful your face was still flushed from before, hence not giving away the embarrassment at your admission. “I liked this.”

Steve embraced you firmly, kissing your shoulder. “So did I… maybe too much. You’re sure I didn’t hurt you?”

“Nope. Not at all,” you replied cheerily, casting a reassuring gaze aimed straight to his eyes as your voice softened. “You’re always careful, Steve, I know that. And I appreciate it.”

“Alright, then. Let’s revisit this sometime. You’re amazing, doll,” he whispered your favourite endearment like music on his lips. “ I love you. I can’t—I can’t even say how happy I am to have you here. Back with me. Stay?”

The sudden vulnerability almost made your heart stop with the ache, the agony he must have experienced after losing you – but how amazing it actually was, mean of you maybe, but God, he had missed you so much, because he loved you so deeply already – striking you precisely to your very soul. You were right there with him when it came to feelings.

It dawned to you why he would enjoy the feeling of dominance now of all the times you had made love – it gave him an illusion of control over something. What had happened to you, the kidnapping, the bombs, your death… he didn’t have control over that. When the Winchesters had brought you back, there weren’t many things he could do about your amnesia either, leaving him helpless. You had a hunch he felt like having zero control over things for a while now.

This, this incredible experience gave him what he had been craving. You couldn’t fault him for wanting that, more so when you enjoyed it so immensely. After all, both of you were only human in the end.

Only humans. Soulmates. Souls redefined, never the same after merging into one, yet maintaining their singularity. Still better together, gravitating one towards the other too strongly to be kept apart.

You stretched your neck so your lips could reach Steve’s forehead, a loving and caring gesture, comfort he often offered you. The action made him chuckle, an unusual watery sound as tears welled in his eyes as well as in yours.

You lingered for several moments, your eyes finding his then, fond glassy gaze with emotions too heavy to be carried only by one person. You were good at it together though. You softly kissed his lips and then wiggled against him, settling in his arms comfortably, trying to nestle against him in a way that wouldn’t leave an inch between your bodies – and Steve happily assisted you.

“I love you too, Steve. And there’s nowhere I’d rather be.”

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Part 21

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Well. Now I’m blushing. This was self-indulgent to a fault.

Hope you liked it, this had been the first time I wrote something with hints of D/s (rememebr, only proofreadng and reposting ao3 chapters, this is almost a ear old), even when playful, so I pray I didn’t muff it up too much :)) I couldn’t leave the fluff behind, obviously.

Two chapters and an epilogue left. Thank you for making it this far and thank you even more if you’re interacting in an way :-*

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BTS Kink-Scenarios 😈 (female! Reader)

Jin

Kink: Foodplay (especially Liquids like melted Chocolate, Honey or Maple Syrup etc.)

As we all know, Jin loves cooking and Food in general. I think he figured his foodplay kink out by accident. Once you cooked dinner together and he wanted to put a spoonful of molten chocolate in your mouth, but something dripped into your cleavage between your breasts. Faster than you could realize, Jin leaned forward and licked the drop of cream off your skin. When he straightened up again, he looked at you with darkened eyes and whispered, "I'd like to lick some delicious things from your body more often, Princess..."

There is a little secret insider between you two. If Jin deliberately doesn't order dessert in a restaurant, you know that you'll be his dessert tonight.

"I can't wait to eat you out and lick and suck this delicious honey from that sweet pussy of yours. I love the sugary taste when the honey and your arousal are mixed up, your folds coated over and over with golden honey, all glossy, sweet and wet, just for me."

Yoongi

Kink: Innocence-Kink (probably a Virginity-Kink too), Kitten-Play

I think Yoongi, our little grumpy Meow Meow, actually loves cats. Especially good, innocent kittens with big doe eyes. He loves your inexperience, he loves it how you start to stutter sometimes nervously and how red your cheeks can get when the boys make a dirty joke or Yoongi whispers obscene things into your ear. You'll drive him completely crazy when you wear lacy-white lingerie with matching cat ears. At some point he had to admit to himself that he has a weak spot for kitten play and that the thought of ruining your innocence makes him absolutely insane. He wants to own you, to mark you as his and turn your pure mind into something filthy. He will be the first and only man who touches you like this.

"My Sweetheart looks so cute and pure in her angelic white lingerie, but in reality she's a dirty Kitten and she loves to be ruined by me, right? You enjoy your buttplug way too much in your tight little ass. Pure Kittens wouldn't enjoy it! God, I love to defile your Innocence with these lewd things! You look so pure, but deep inside of you you're a shameless filthy Kitten, begging for Toys and my Cock!"

Namjoon

Kinks: Dirty Talk, Name-Calling (Sir and Daddy), Domination, a little bit of Exhibitionism

Namjoon loves to talk. About everything. His philosophical and political thoughts, his worries and insecurities and these thoughts that wouldn't leave his mind. He always wants to resolve every argument of the day before you two are going to bed... so why not talk everything out in the sexual way too? He would love to tease you with his words, he has a gigantic vocabulary after reading these amounts of books. Especially in some special areas he's very eloquent. Every late afternoon he starts to text you what he's going to do with you when he's finally at home again after practice. In this context he has a kink for name calling, extremely hot spot is Daddy or Sir. And to give his words sometimes a little more spice until unbearable effect he would love it when you wear a little remote controlled Bullet in yourself and have his fun with it when you're out for dinner with the boys.

"Oh oh oh, Babygirl. Don't move so much! You don't want the boys become suspicious, right? Look at Tae, he seems like he notices something in your unsual behaviour. Sit still and don't make any noises that could betray your filthy secret between your thighs. What should my members just think of you?! At first, why you're doing such lewd things in public and secondly that you're willing to let yourself get caught! To let them all know how needy you are to be filled with a big cock, that you're such a shameless dirty girl.They'd question my upbringing in your behaviour and Daddy wouldn't accept it at all. Or will you make Daddy spank your round ass when we get home?"

Hoseok

Kink: Sadism, Teasing, Edging, Orgasm-Denial, Overstimulation, Toys

Hobi would be just the biggest and happiest sunshine in the world when you two start a relationship together. He's such a lovely and sweet man, always trying to make you happy or even when you're sad, he would try his best to get at least a small giggle out of you. But how his behavior turn around 180° when he goes on stage and switch to the sassiest tease the world has seen. He's absolutely aware of what his Hip Thrusts do to Army. Well, he's about like that behind locked bedroom doors. He's lowkey sadistic, he just loves teasing, edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation and all these toys that helps him drive you crazy. Yeah, when the right time has come he would love to marry you, but he's also literally married to this one Hitachi Massager he bought some time ago. He loves to tie your wrists and ankles to the bedposts and have two hours of sadistic fun with you. Either he denies you for hours to come or he gives you an orgasm if you beg so so much for it but then you need to handle four or five more.

"Please Hobi, oh God please! I-I c-can't handle it anymore! Please let me cum! I'll do whatever you want without complaining b-but just please let me cum!"

"You're so needy and impatient, Princess. I said stay patient and after some time I'll give you my permission to cum. But my little Girl is so indecent and just don't want to learn how she should behave!"

"Y-You said after some t-time! A half hour went by! Hobi, please!"

"God, Darling. Why you are so bratty today? But okay, if it's your wish to come so I'll let that greedy pussy of yours come. But then you have to take all these orgasm I'm gonna give you without one single murmur. Is it clear?"

"Wait, Hobi no! No overstim-"

"What did I say? Shut your little mouth. And why not? I'm sure, I'm gonna make you squirt all over again~"

Jimin

Kinks: Switch (enjoy being the submissive Part), Assplay (Buttplugs and probably someday Strap-on)

Jiminie had a difficult time admitting to himself that he would like to try the submissive role when it comes to sex. You have been his best friend for years and you guys talk about everything. He knows your Cup-Size and helps you pick your lingerie sometimes, telling you if your chosen set is sexy or not. And he also knows that your first and thankfully now ex-boyfriend was a complete asshole and that he wasn't even able to satisfy you properly in bed. Jimin is glad that you finally left him, not just because he treated you really badly... But also because he has feelings for you. Feelings that go even beyond the closest friendship. Maybe that's the reason why he didn't tell you about his secret fantasies until now, even though you're best friends. He wants to be desirable for you, the strong man you need to feel attractive again. So he has to cope with his fantasies alone. The thought of being tied up to the headboard, having a buttplug in his tight ass and following your command not to cum until you are satisfied while you ride him drives him completely insane. Just the imagination of your perfectly rounded breasts swaying softly to the rythm and your golden body chain around them jingle lightly could have made him cum immediately. Sadly it will only remain an unfulfilled dream.

...or not?

"... I think I will never gonna find a man who would like to try this."

"What? To try what?"

"I'll never find a man who would like a woman that is in charge and follow her commands and this stuff. You know. I don't know if I already told you, but I think I'm more of a Switch in Bed. But it seems like every man I've met can't even imagine giving up some power and let me take the lead for the Night."

"...W-Wait... you are a Switch?"

"Yeah... I like the thought of powerplay and taking control from time to time. I don't think I'm a complete Femdom, but it really turns me on when my partner would beg for permission to let him cum. And you know I have a soft spot for toys, I would love to use some of them on a man too."

"What kind of toys?"

"You are pretty curious, Jimochi! Don't tell me you are interested in this?"

"Fuck, Sweetheart. You don't know what you're doing to me, you just said my secret wishes out loud. I'd love to follow your commands, beg for your permission to cum and let you stuff my ass with a buttplug if you would like that..."

"...holy shit. Fuck... you make me so wet with these words."

"Please... give me the permission to make you feel good, Baby..."

"You may call me Miss, Jimin."

Taehyung

Kinks: Nude Photography, Shibari

Society calls extroverted people social butterflies. If that's the case, then we could call Taehyung a kinky Butterfly, because he's really open to everything sexual that catches his interest. We also know he has a soft spot for aesthetic things, that's why he would doubtlessly fall in love with Nude Photography and the erotic and artistic art of Shibari. After finding Aaron McPolins' Photography on the Aesthetic of Shibari he would be immediately interested. He would do a lot of research and ask his Hyungs if they have any experience with bondage in general before even mentions it to you. The last thing he wants is to scare you away and he wants to be sure about everything that could happen so he can trust himself and know what he's really doing. You approached him about it after finding a book about Shibari Bondage techniques in his dorm room. You two talked a lot and Taehyung has to be one hundred percent sure that you're okay with it and know your safeword. You start very simple with handbondage and some easy knots and both of you kinda like it. It turns you on to be completely helpless and to see how your tied up body affects Taehyung. The way he looked at you with dark and hungry eyes when he finished his new masterpiece and took his camera out to take some photos of you. What you didn't know is that he collected all these photos to create an album for you as an anniversary gift, with little notes here and there about how beautiful you are. That you're his muse and his masterpiece.

"Baby, my favourite picture of you is this one. This one while you riding the Sybian, your red Lips are parted and a moan escaping them and your forearms are tied up in front of your chest, here and there decorated with white roses. I caught the perfect moment when I took that pic because you just reached your high and gave me your beautiful orgasm face. Look at your swollen lips, your head fallen back and your knitted brows. So beautiful. You are so so beautiful, Baby Girl."

Jungkook

Kinks: Stamina, Moaning and Begging, Noona-Kink

Kookies well trained body is the death of many fans, so is his stamina in your shared bedroom too. The time he can hold his own orgasm back is legendary, making you whimper or even cry sometimes because it's too overwhelming and after reaching two orgasms and with a third one incoming your pussy is just too oversensitive already. After you two came together and had your first sex talk with each other, you told him he shouldn't expect too much from you because you experienced yourself in bed not very vocal like other women. Yeah maybe a little moan slipped here and there over your lips but you never identity yourself as a very vocal woman. But this style won't last long with Jungkook, he's very into vocal women so he's gonna make a vocal woman out of you! He took this statement of yours as a challenge and Kookie isn't called the golden maknae for nothing so you can be sure that he will turn you into a whimpering, moaning and begging mess.

He also has a Noona Kink especially when he's in charge and commands you. He loves the Idea of being the dominant one, even when he's younger than you and should respect you and not give you orders. He really likes being your filthy brat and make his behavior clash with the traditional system of respect.

"What did I say, Noona?"

"N-No! I-I can't anymore a-and it's e-embarrassing! I-I'm not gonna... oh God n-not gonna s-say it!"

"Say it. Or I'm not gonna stop after your next orgasm. You know how good my stamina is and for me it's not a problem to hold back. I want to hear you beg for it, Noona."

"O-Okay okay... P-Please Kookie, please cum finally in my pussy! I-I need you to fill me up to the brim with your cum, only then I could come. I want you to watch me after this, how your cum slowly drips out of my wrecked pussy! I-I need your cum inside of me, Kookie!"

"Fuck yes! I'm gonna fill your greedy pussy up like you want it, Noona~"

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focusfixated · 5 years

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fic rec post: bookmarks of 2019

hooo boy i really got through some fandoms this year. from right-on-time fandoms that i got to partake in as they were happening (good omens) to years-too-late fandoms i only just discovered (hannibal), there have been some real outstanding things to read from authors across multiple fandoms and genres.

i’ve put together a list below of some of the fics I bookmarked to my ao3 this year - some were written in 2019, some are older than that, but all of them left their mark on me these past 12 months.

i haven’t listed and reviewed every single story i have bookmarked this year, or else i’d be composing this post for weeks, so i’ve also put quick links at the end to other recs that you can find on my ao3 if you wish to peruse.

here’s the list, arranged by fandom, chronologically in the order i read them:

fandom: dirk gently’s holistic detective agency

interrogation by goingtoalaska – @holistick on tumblr

rating: G

pairing: dirk/todd

summary: Of course Dirk has some extremely important questions that can only be asked in the middle of the goddamn night, obviously.

notes: one of those dialogue-rich, beautifully-crafted, one-shot fics that just perfectly exemplifies the form. i’m always impressed by authors whose strength is in funny, well-written dialogue. it’s really one of the most difficult things to master. this is a well-observed rendering of these characters subtly done through conversation. comical, sweet, quick-witted, lovely.

fandom: hannibal

consenting to dream by emungere – @emungere on tumblr

rating: E

pairing: will/hannibal

summary: a seduction through physical objects. It starts with a scarf loaned to Will on a cold day, but Hannibal, as usual, isn't satisfied with anything small.

notes: a perfectly-crafted slowburn sugar daddy AU structured around gifts and offerings that tangle hannibal and will gradually into an ever darker, more complicated, more intense relationship. this was one of those fandom-transcendent stories that was of such gripping quality, i read the whole story and its sequel without having any knowledge of the source material and went to watch the hannibal TV series entirely off the back of having read the fic.

it's honestly stunning how beautifully this is written. the consistent characterisation, the slow development and revelation of the dynamic between the hannibal and will, and the powerplay between them is so utterly compelling. i'm so fascinated and enthralled by the exploration of power dynamics, the shifting balance between what hannibal wants, and what he wants to give, and how will is both subsumed by his need to please and be cared for, and is at the same time motivated so strongly by the desire to see hannibal out of control.

everything is just so perfectly on a knife's edge at all times, it makes the development of their relationship throughout totally riveting.

the wave at morning by emungere – @emungere on tumblr

rating: E

pairing: will/hannibal

summary: post-fall, Will and Hannibal strike a new balance in their relationship.

notes: i have probably re-read this one more often than anything else this year. more of a collection of scenes that build up the picture of a relationship than a whole story, this nevertheless has such a raw intensity, it’s one of my favourite things i’ve ever read in any fandom. a concisely-observed exploration of a developing dom/sub relationship which is based on both a powerful sexual desire and a compelling, psychological push-and-pull dynamic between the characters.

masterfully-written and searingly hot, it hits emotional notes with such accuracy and economy, leaving all this imaginative breathing room around the scenes which are remarkably stimulating. desire comes off this in waves and is so worth waiting for.

also, read everything by @emungere. a stunningly talented writer.

fandom: legend

you’ll find it funny (when you’re looking back someday) by th_esaurus

rating: E

pairing: ronnie/teddy

summary: It was around this time that Teddy Smith began his nightly habit of leaning on the wall across the road from Esmeralda's Barn with an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips and the top two buttons of his baby-blue shirt undone. He'd a mole dead centre on his neck and tilted his chin back to show it off, waiting for someone to come by and offer him a match.

notes: after watching the film and being left disappointed that we didn’t get to properly explore any of the fascinating characteristics of ronnie kray, violent gangster and known homosexual, this fic was bang on.

an insight into the dangerous, volatile connection between ronnie kray and mad teddy smith, and a thrilling exploration of desire and power between two unstable men. every detail in this story was so keenly-observed and delicious to read. the writing had a poetic flow to it that i enjoyed immensely, and i read it back to back three times in a row, just trying to absorb everything on offer here.

fandom: rocketman

what if the birds aren’t singing, they’re screaming? by th_esaurus

rating: M

pairing: elton/bernie, elton/john

summary: He is spectacularly good at making music and spectacularly good at making mistakes.

notes: an angsty one, but such a satisfying read. so achingly full of feeling, the whole story simmers like the film's version of elton john does, with a kind of raging disappointment and dissatisfaction. there is such a vivid sense of place here, such beautiful descriptions of scenery, and every snap of elton's temper against the backdrop of these warm landscapes is so keenly felt. incredibly well-observed.

the pace and flow of it, too, the way the dialogue moves, the barbs and quips and the push-and-pull of the dynamic between elton and bernie, makes for such a compelling characterisation. there is a palpable agony in the unrequited love here that anyone would recognise. the whole thing is so well-drawn, so achingly hurtful, and utterly wonderful to read.

also, do yourself a favour and read everything th_esaurus has ever written, because it’s always incredible.

fandom: good omens

ad astra by drawlight - @drawlight on tumblr

rating: E

pairing: aziraphale/crowley

summary: Some things can only be said in the dark.

notes: and so we come to the good omens portion of the evening. this has been an astoundingly creative and productive fandom to be a part of, and has been a really fulfilling, satisfying place to put a lot of feelings. there are so many brilliant stories i’ve read since getting into this fandom, it’s hard to pick a few, but i’ll start with this wonderful classic.

an incredibly-drawn portrait of the first tentative moments of something new. so beautifully full to bursting with images and ideas and feelings, so economic and poised in its language, it really sinks into the depth and detail of what makes these characters who they are, what draws them to each other, and it aches in the most heartfelt of ways.

the lightness of you by rend_herring

rating: E

pairing: aziraphale/crowley

summary: God should not have built them with such discrepancy, made them need for love, and long for wholeness, then left them to their own devices.

notes: this is so wonderful. the tone, the pace, the way it moves so trippingly and joyfully from thing to thing, crowley's continual internal monologue which is absolutely charming and very endearing, the lightness of the humour and at the same time the depth and breadth of feeling in this, the very concept of love and what it means to have god's love, and the love of another to fill the void. this made me have such Feelings about crowley.

also likens an orgasm to the cosmic altering of the very universe and managed to make it feel both evocative and true.

bent to the very earth by ark – @et-in-arkadia on tumblr

rating: E

pairing: aziraphale/crowley

summary: Use me, please, Crowley had said, so Aziraphale takes him at his word.

notes: a fantastic read. i am so absolutely here for the constant shifting dynamics between these two, the things you'd expect from angels and demons, and the circumventing of those expectations in aziraphale and crowley. all of it is absolutely delicious, so well-observed and beautifully-crafted.

written with all the humour and tenderness that makes them such enjoyable characters to read. also this is probably the key story that made me a fan of service top antony j. crowley now and forever.

lead me to the banquet hall by obstinatrix & wishwellingtons – @placetnemagistra and @scurator on tumblr

rating: E

pairing: aziraphale/crowley

summary: Crowley loves taking Aziraphale out to eat almost as much as Aziraphale loves eating, but it's always a bit of a one-sided affair. Aziraphale has never understood why.

notes: this story destroyed every single one of my corporeal cells and projected my soul directly into the ether. incredible writing. it gives me such visceral delight to read a story that puts so much effort into its reference points - all these joyful, ornamental little sprigs of detail throughout that make this universe thoroughly lived-in and a delight to experience.

the way this story deals with food - it's exceptionally, viscerally erotic, but it symbolises so many things too; love, indulgence, pleasure, deprivation, guilt. all the things that food does represent, in our daily lives. but it's somehow heightened here, used as a turning point, a metaphor, a symbol. truly one of the best things i’ve ever read.

a bookshop is not a business by anactoriatalksback - @itsevidentvery on tumblr

rating: G

pairing: aziraphale/crowley

summary: In which Aziraphale has no intention of selling books to anyone at all, let alone this infuriatingly persistent customer. No matter how nice his cheekbones are.

notes: absolutely delightful reading from start to finish. such a brilliantly witty tone, very pythonesque and also in keeping with the humour from the book, but also gives us all the added layers of gay disaster crowley and aziraphale from the tv series. i love every little detail in this, everything is just so well-crafted and funny, it’s really writing of the highest calibre. the back and forth of the dialogue between aziraphale and crowley is so enjoyable to read, with its quick, snappy, sparkling pace. wonderfully fluffy entertainment.

classics appreciation with a.j. crowley by yolkinthejump - @yolkinthejump on tumblr

rating: E

pairing: aziraphale/crowley

summary: Aziraphale lays a temptation for Crowley. Literally: lays himself down and waits and asks for something without actually asking, as is his way. Crowley, as is his way, is happy to oblige.

notes: thorough filth of the purest kind. this is intensely gorgeous. the glorious mess of it, the physical love and joy and the depth of their need for each other just sings off the page. an ode to form, to the body, this leans into touch and physicality in such a powerful way, but maintains a poetry and lyricism which is lovely to read. aziraphale, in all his lazy luxury, and crowley, scattered and overcome – both of these characterisations were so on point. This is such a stand-out thing, decadent and intimate and so wonderfully-written.

the curious attractiveness of others by giddygeek - @giddygeek on tumblr

rating: T

pairing: aziraphale/crowley

summary: “I’m rough,” Crowley argued. “A rough beast, and all that. Well,” he corrected himself, “an agent of the rough beast. Well, an associate. It’s all very complicated, as you bloody well know."

notes: a truly stunning piece of work that revolves around touch and the complicated sublimation of feelings that can’t be expressed. there is such a strong sense of character here, aziraphale's infinite softness in the face of crowley's wild, windmilling panic, and there’s a lushly detailed narrative full of little moments of humour that are a joy to read.

it’s a simple and beautiful expression of their relationship taking place inside a magical, miraculous world made up of mundane, ordinary things that are elevated by the author’s gorgeous narrative. there are so many stand-out moments in this; brilliant, sharp lines, beautifully executed, establishing both world-building and character-stuff in one, fluid motion. this is choirs-of-angels levels of wonderful.

it’s the beginning of a new age by fluorescentgrey - @yeats-infection on tumblr

rating: T

pairing: aziraphale/crowley

summary: In August 1970, Aziraphale and Crowley attend one of the Velvet Underground's final shows at Max's Kansas City.

notes: reading this fic was like listening to a really beautiful song. the entire thing is just suffused with meaning and emotion, and there’s such a powerful evocation throughout of the feeling behind art and music and connection. It gave me shivers. there’s a weighty, beautiful power behind the words here, chosen so carefully to their greatest effect.

this fandom has some incredible, creative ways of evoking symbolism or finding parallels between religion or holiness or ecstasy of a sort with other earthly feelings (sex, desire, servitude, love) but since reading this i've not yet found such a stunning evocation of this feeling of connectedness drawn through music anywhere else. this is beyond a beautiful good omens story. this has made me project directly into emotional existentialism. also i fucking love the velvet underground.

gorgeous details, perfect turns of phrase that are so precise and ringing with humour. heavy with longing and nostalgia, a sense of time lost, change, uncertainty. this story is a goddamn piece of art.

de bono coniguali by ineptshieldmaid - @ineptshieldmaid on tumblr

rating: M

pairing: aziraphale/crowley

summary: ‘Nonsense,’ Aziraphale says, briskly, ‘Monogamy has nothing to do with it. We committed sodomy twice last Sunday.’ Crowley goes to speak, but Aziraphale is nothing if not skilled in rhetoric, and he holds up a hand, ‘which, of course, does not invalidate the sacrament; it’s rather like baptism, it can’t be reversed, but it can be defiled, and I think all authorities would agree that vigorous sodomy on Sundays defiles the sacrament of marriage.’

notes: there is a fascinating concept being explored, here, in the interpretation of religious doctrine, and about how to exist as a queer person while also being a member of a faith community. it digs into ideas of sanctity and absolution beyond the usual handwavey explanations of “goodness” and looks more deeply at what religion means, culturally, for the people who might have difficulty reconciling these different aspects of their identity.

it’s a really brilliantly-written thing. there is such an enjoyable precision to the ideas being shared through aziraphale and crowley’s conversation about religious doctrine and its application. there’s so much rich historical detail here, a neat, precise pacing of dialogue, and is full of smart, witty and interesting asides. this is a story in which the two have a very clear dynamic as established partners and lovers – their conversational back-and-forth is easy at times, and at others has to be carefully extricated, but always in a way that you can feel the years of connection there.

fandom: the goldfinch

A Grand Inquisition: Being an Investigation and Evaluation of Certain Things Done and Undone, Said and Unsaid, Over the Course of Many Years (or Perhaps Merely in Dreams) by m_leigh - @morgan-leigh on tumblr

rating: T

pairing: boris/theo

summary: what r u doing for Christmas this yr? Come hang with me again I have nothing going on but big as fuck bottle of vodka with as you people are saying, your name on it.

notes: this is how we wish the book had ended. reading this just absolutely floored me. the complexity of sentiments in this, the span of time and the emotions caught in it, the poetry! the boris-voice is spot on – dark, messy and crooked, while also having this kind of gamely, optimistic attitude, never lingering too long on what can’t be changed. fantastic characterisation.

the details in the landscape and scenery around within this story were also stunning - all these different places, antwerp, amsterdam, berlin, vegas. just absolutely wonderful. economic and evocative all at once. read it and then read it again.

the ledge by fluorescentgrey – @yeats-infection on tumblr

rating: M

pairing: boris/theo

summary: In the hotel elevator, he stared at himself in the endless mirror. Thin man (Bob Dylan chords) in black coat, with little white dog. His nose was red from coke. Eyes red from maybe something else.

notes: is it weird to cry because you love someone’s words so much? this story is like a peeling-off of layers of skin to get at all the grimy, glistening rawness of feeling underneath. reading this kind of hurts, because it focuses in on this relentless, wild careen into self-destruction, but it's more than just the subject matter that had me repeatedly covering my face and muttering ohmygod. it's the shape of this whole story, the form of it brought together exquisite writing which is unconscionably good.

every sentence flows into the next one with such precision and depth of meaning, making each next thing more compelling and subtly significant because of what came before. it's impossible to pick anything out, it feels like pulling a thread and the whole thing unravels, because everything is so closely-connected, so elaborately woven. there is an effortlessness to the detail in this, in the way we dip and weave through these seething, living landscapes, elevated by observations full of poetry and feeling.

this goes without saying probably, but please read everything fluorescentgrey writes.

fandom: inception

pants on fire by helenish

rating: E

pairing: arthur/eames

summary: "Ah," Yusuf says, lifting a reproving hand, "are we calling less than 24 hours of memory loss amnesia now?"

notes: finding new stories to read in throwback fandoms is such a joy. this one is absolutely outstanding. arthur and eames both find themselves experiencing bouts of amnesia, and the concept is used as a tool to explore how their relationship appears to each other without baggage or bias in such a brilliantly-executed way.

the character exploration here is incredible, breaking open the layers of complexity of arthur and eames’ feelings and desires with such deftness. the dialogue is also marvellous, so engaging, witty and heartbreaking in turn. just an incredibly-executed, extremely compelling story.

breaking and entering by resonant

rating: E

pairing: arthur/eames

summary: Eames is very good at pretending.

notes: if you’re going to rewatch the film, do yourself a favour and read this afterwards. there is such fantastic detail here, and such a strength of character development, the pacing feels wonderfully measured, the story so full of life.

this is the kind of story where the author has such an enviable talent for richly-detailed, well-researched background information. the jobs they’re running, the locations they end up in, and the smaller details too – the items in a room, the clothes they wear. the world that’s built around them is tangible, and the emotion it’s infused with is too.

part of this focuses on the idea that eames being the forger/pretender archetype means he has this kind of detached observation of the disparate elements of what he’s feeling, his default mode always set to pretending and going through the motions of something without understanding the truth of it, and although it was perfectly in-character for him, it also felt like an extremely universal and human way of fumbling into relationships, which made it very moving, and a wonderful thing to read.

fandom: harry potter

grounds for divorce by tepre – @tepre on tumblr

rating: E

pairing: harry/draco

summary: Malfoy finds a coin. Harry finds a letter. A story about histories, a story about families. A story about a lemon tree somewhere in Upper Egypt.

notes: jesus christ this story. the detail and care with which the world is coloured-in here is just incredible. the added lore, the historical detail, the characterisation of people in the background, the thought behind the practical aspects of things like the curses and spells, the modes of travel, the administrative set-up of ministry departments, the daily grind of work, the science of potion-making, everything is so thought-through, whether it's a deeply important and relevant part to the story, or a passing detail in the background it all serves to make this thing such a rich, unique, fully lived-in world that expands out to the edges and even further, like there's even more beyond just the bounds of what this story shows us.

this story takes us on a journey. i forget how good a good bit of angst can be, but this story reminds me of how enjoyable it can be to give yourself up to an author's hands, and let them take you somewhere dark and painful, let them unpick the misery, the hurt, the fear, the trauma, and lead you out into the light, into healing and resolution.

this story felt so starkly real, a deeper and more honest look at harry and the life he’s experienced than any bullshit nineteen years later epilogue ever did.

the weather inside by earlybloomingparentheses - @ebp-brain on tumblr

rating: E

pairing: remus/sirius

summary: Sirius rides a flying motorbike, and snogs strangers in pubs, and strikes moody poses Remus finds irritatingly attractive. But for Remus, who drinks milky tea and wears flannel pyjamas, there's a chasm cracked right down the fault line between wanting and doing. How he wants, though. How he wants.

notes: a vividly intelligent, compelling looks at remus' desires and fantasies, at the way he navigates his own understanding of what being a werewolf means, and how it shapes him. the queer themes here are starkly present, the weight and baggage of desire, the complexity of sexuality.

sharply melancholic at times, this is also a really lovely, deeply emotional look at the stumbling, difficult way remus and sirius eventually find a path to each other. it’s ultimately optimistic in its portrayal of love and desire, and the feeling that you can be understood, can be known, can be found. just beautiful, a real hard-hitter.

fandom: IT

how much more than enough for both of us by pineapplecrushface - @pineapplecrushface on tumblr

rating: E

pairing: richie/eddie

summary: Richie has tried very, very hard to get laid over the last twenty years, but something has always gotten in the way.

notes: your guess is honestly as good as mine as to how i ended up in this fandom, but here we are, and there are some truly wonderful stories to enjoy. this one is beautifully-written – the longing, the aching, the sadness, i could feel it in my bones. deals with the concept of forgetting, and supernatural horror aside, there's something really simple and human about this mortifying ordeal of going for person after person and fucking it up each time and sabotaging yourself in the search for love. well-written, lovely, simple, tender.

also you should really read everything by @pineapplecrushface - both their work in IT fandom and good omens is stunning.

things that happen after eddie lives by ifithollers

rating: E

pairing: richie/eddie

summary: in a world where Richie manages to save Eddie from It after the deadlights, they still have problems on their to-do list. Featuring everything from Derry to Los Angeles—Richie Tozier's murder trial, Eddie Kaspbrak's divorce proceedings, bedsharing of the platonic and non-platonic varieties, an investigation of magic, a truly disgusting séance, the quintessential morosexual road trip, and OH MY GOD THEY WERE ROOMMATES.

notes: this is top-tier, next-level, Good Shit. a real satisfying slow burn full of incredible, nuanced character stuff, high-stakes drama, trial & error, with a real, tangible move towards understanding, and maybe healing. plotty, narratively compelling, manages to balance real-world, atmospherically humdrum details with some viscerally brilliant and strange supernatural elements.

also a masterclass in exploring self-loathing, trauma, and sexuality in a way that is necessarily uncomfortable, and fascinating and cathartic. the razor-fine line of being paralysed into inaction by wrecking-ball levels of want was powerfully compelling to read both as a look at a particular kind of queer-baggaged desire, and also as an exploration of who these characters are.

full of smart, brilliant banter and dialogue, i am always overwhelmingly grateful to authors who have the talent and fortitude to tackle a novel of a fic, to give us this much wonderful, quality entertainment absolutely for free. what a gift.

the kids table by stitchy – @stitchyarts on tumblr

rating: T

pairing: richie/eddie

summary: For the most part Richie and his sister have a doctrine of mutually assured destruction. They could obliterate each other with their parents given the slightest provocation. To keep things at an even keel, they steer clear of each other as much as possible every other day of the year, but on Thanksgiving? Kids Table is like their NATO.

notes: an observation of how things change within families as time goes on - people die, people get married, people get divorced, the family dynamic changes, and there's always a really painful process of trying not to get left behind, trying to change with it, but also trying to hold on.

i’m recommending this one, but honestly, do yourselves a favour and read everything stitchy has written for this fandom. this one particularly stood out to me because i’m an absolute sucker for sibling fic, especially when it’s written like this; emotional, witty, astutely-observed, resonant.

the core of the sibling relationship between richie and his sister here is a joy to read. this is a lovely, humorous and emotional story told in a series of thanksgivings, filled with keenly-observed, vivid, details, and written in a really sharp, concise style that cuts clearly to the truth of a feeling. absolutely wonderful.

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okay! that took forever. i hope someone finds something in there to enjoy they maybe haven’t read yet. and if you’ve got your own fic rec posts, please link me!

quick links to more recs:

good omens

harry potter

the goldfinch

hannibal

all other fandoms

#good omens fic recs #it fic recs #hannibal fic recs #the goldfinch fic recs #harry potter fic recs #roundup post #fic rec post #jesus christ this took me a long time to put together

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Watching Me Watch You [m]

Smut + Blindfolded Sehun + Submissive Sehun // Look it's not every day you get to blindfold your boyfriend, so why not make the best out of it?

“So here are the rules of our little game. First of all, the blindfold stays for long as need be, secondly, you don’t get to touch me-”

At the graze of your hand against his arm, he jumps ever so slightly. This is beautiful, and God he’s so beautiful. Just watching him sitting there withering, with a piece of cloth over his eyes. He’s never suspecting of what may happen, he doesn’t know when or where the next touch will be. And that's the best thing about this whole situation.

Grinning wide, you drag your finger across his face and trace his striking cheekbones.

“Huh, I really can’t touch you?”

You quickly place a finger to his lips, you weren’t even finished with your rules. “Last but not least, no cumming I say so.”

As you drone on about potential punishments, you caress your finger across his lips.You savour in their soft pillow like softness a while (You were alway jealous of how shapely and soft they were) before slipping your finger through them. His mouth is a warm wet cavern, and you find your heart beating faster as his tongue swirls around your digit. Although the act of placing a finger in one's mouth is a meagre one, it’s deliciously explicit. And now he’s sucking your finger and you’re just staring at those luscious lips.

Finally, you pull your finger out and along with it comes a soft pop. “You know what, I don’t know why I find that so sexy...what is it about putting my finger in your mouth?” You question as you stare at your glistening finger.

Sehun’s opens his mouth, but he quickly shuts it the moment he remembers your ‘rules’. You obviously notice this simple act and your face lights up with joy. Who knew he could be submissive?

You rustle his hair and then crane your head down to his ears, you make sure to let your lips graze the skin of his ear . “Good boy,” in an instant the hairs on his body stand to attention.

You place a delicate trail of kisses around the length of neck, each one eliciting a small but sharp intake of air from him. “Hmm, so what do ya think I should next?” You run a finger down his chest, “Where do you think I should explore next?”

“Uh maybe-”

Sighing, you slap your hand over his mouth, “Honey...I don’t think you understand what we’re doing. You don't get a say in this, okay.” you seal your words with a pat on his cheek and a smile.

He hums in agreement and so you peel your fingers away. “Hmm there's my good boy!” You pat his cheek. “So back to my monologue- where should I go next…?”

In the midst of circling around the chair and dragging a hand through his hair, you remember something. Well not really remember, it was apart of plan all along. “You know what, I think I know what should happened next. Im sure you remember that little gift, the one that goes buzz a whole lot?”

He shakes his head, “N-no i won’t be able to keep my hands off, that’s torture.”

To say you haven’t been dreaming and daydreaming about doing this is an extreme understatement. Sometimes you’ll find yourself staring hazily into nowhere and playing little scenes of a submissive Sehun writhing and moaning under the agony of a vibrator and edging. Most people get turned on by their partner being dominant but not you. The reversal powerplay to you is like an expensive chardonnay to a rich wine mum.

Ignoring the faint pleas from Sehun, you move to your desk. Under the pile of lacy and not so lacy underwear lies a black box containing the main event of the night. Grinning like a cheshire cat, you unravel the magic wand from its velvet covering. “Honey, you’re gonna love this - I wish I could’ve used it first, but this is so much better.”

You hum a chirpy small tune as you tug his boxers off, “Look that, your cock’s standing to attention. Ok so before the main event, let’s get him a little slick and happy.” You wet the palm of your hand with a droplet of lube and place a tight grip at the base of cock. Wasting no time, you run your hand up down and over the flustered head, the almost negligible movement causes him to bite back a gasp. Your mouth opens to sneak in a sly comment, but you shut your mouth and chose to savour in the trembles and flushing of his skin with each movement.

Although you’re hopelessly fixated on the way his mouth opens and closes, you can’t help but notice the red splotches forming on his thighs from his own grip on them. “B-babe I can’t…” He grunts.

Being the bitch you are, you just have to tighten your grip, “Can’t what honey hmm...go on, be good boy and tell me.” What’s more ludicrous is the sweet tone of your voice as you do such unspeakable things to him.

You watch in delight as the muscles on his neck strain, “I want to touch you, please p-please just let me,” His begging fires something dark in you and you can’t help but giggle, knowing the hilarious extent of your boyfriend’s stubbornness you’d expected him to beg later on. But then again, the situation was exceedingly peculiar to the other ones. Usually one is able to see incoming touches and be prepared but with Sehun, every touch is a surprise and that’s just intoxicating.

“As much that would be nice, you know for the both of us i’m gonna have to say no,” Satisfied with his weathered state, you release his cock, which in turn causes him to groan. You aren’t planning on letting him cum anytime soon, and god knows how long you‘re gonna drag this out.

With the magic wand locked between your hand, you couldn’t be any happier. “You wanna know something Hun? Well, I’m holding this magic wand,the latest model from their x5 series and it’s silent machine with a strong vibration. And guess what? The vibration strength can waver at the press of a button. Now imagine that.”

With one click, a soft buzz fills the room. And in tandem with that sound, Sehun gulps.

“Here we go,” In order to up the ante, you place the head of the wand on his thigh. You trace the smooth lines of muscles before drawing near and nearer to the desired spot. His heart races whenever he suspects the wand will to his aching cock but then it doesn’t and he can’t help but grit his teeth.

“Honey please,” Sehun murmurs so quiet that you almost didn’t catch it.

Savouring in the wave of pleasure that runs straight to your core, you move the wand closer “When you beg like that it really turns me on, be a good boy and do it again.,”

“Ah...P-please, please just-” You’re certain he’s about to draw blood from the strength of his hands digging into his flesh.

You’re tempted to slide to your hand down into your underwear and just roll your clit between your two fingers, like you do on the nights Sehun wasn't home. But you’d rather let your pleasure build up until his face is buried within thighs.

The first time you ran the vibrator over the skin of cock he yelps. You make sure to gather the pearly drop of pre-cum and languidly slather it the pink head. The lazy motions were driving to a place he’d never been before. He was seeing colored spots in his vision and he just couldn’t stop whimpering. “Ahh...f-fuck, it feels so,” he pants and you can definitely tell he was getting close.

Never forgetting the edging aspect of your plan, you pull the vibrator away from cock. “No no, please...I.”

You let him whine and groan for a few seconds before bring the vibrator back to his cock. The moment the vibrator makes contact all he can see is stars. He’s biting back a moan as droplets of sweat slide down his chest. And once again, he gets close.

And surely, you pull the wand back. It’s as if he runs towards a cliff edge and prepares his body to jump, but then a tight rope just reels him back in the moment his leg lifts off. And it’s driving him crazy. But he can’t deny the way the waves of pleasure strengthen each time you pull away then come back.

“Oh god,please let me cum,” He repeats in quick successions all the while being ghastly out of breath.

You’re enjoy this too much to let him cum now, you want - no need to see how far he can go. There’s been time where you’ve edged for over ten minutes and with every minute the pleasure became unbearable and wild.

This time you put the wavering vibration mode on, and concentrate the tremors all round his head. The poor thing was becoming an almost alarming shade of red, “You’re doing so well baby,” You purr, “But I’m still not gonna let you cum.”

“No babe, please. I can’t hold it,” He chokes out in between soft gulps of air.

Here’s the gag, you’re not going to let Sehun cum, no matter how much he begs and keens - well, not until he’s actually inside you. You want him at the perfect amount of dejection and frustration, so much that when he does get you in hands he’ll be unrelenting.

Much to Sehun’s dismay but your pleasure, you switch the vibrator off. “W-why did- what are you doing?” In the midst of his anguish, his arms begin reaching towards you just trying to grasp at whatever he can. Smiling like a true villain, you dodge each of his attempts, “Please babe, I was so close.”

“Oh I know you were close honey,” You say climbing on top of his lap, you place your thighs at either side of his, “But I just couldn’t let you cum,” You reach for his hands and guide them along the plush skin of your thighs.

“Wait you’re letting me touch, I thought-”

“Yes you thought, but since you must know, I made the rules and I can break the rules at my will,” You bury your face in the crook of his neck, whatever cologne he’s wearing is heavenly. “So please touch me, pretty please,” the words are sealed with a few pecks that soon find themselves on his lips.

As your mouth open and your tongues entangle with each other, his hands knead the soft skin of your buttocks. “Fuck, you feel so good,” He says, pulling away.

A/n

The local Tumblr pervert returns with a submissive scenario, shock horror! This is yet another rewrite of a jongdae fic I'd written.

Just wondering, does anyone reading this share a love of Avatar: The Last-you- know-what? If so, I would just like to say, that Zuko will be played by Sehun and that's final. Fight me at 8pm, outside SM offices if you don't agree

Tell me what you think!!!!! Was it hot?? was it ugh?

#sehun smut #sehun scenario #exo smut #exo scenario #kpop smut #sehun fanfic #sehun one shot #sehun #exo #8bityeol

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