#this i drew this ab two or so months ago?

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finally got around to lining n coloring this drawing from a few months back

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it's something childhood besties would do, right?

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A/N: When I say @seolarsonlyloveisyou asked for this a while ago I mean OVER TWO MONTHS AGO... I love you bbg sorry this took so long.. but thanks for getting this song stuck in my head There was many versions of this and so i settled for a drabble... >.> I might make a fic?? idk

Pairing: idol!Jisung x fem!reader Genre: PURE SMUT Warnings: not proofread, rulebreaking, language barrier, dry humping, oral fem rec, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), kinda >.> ending

Jisung remembered how he'd smiled as he signed your album, how you'd given him the shyest smile as he greeted you.

You blinked a bit in confusion, before waving shyly.

Now he knew he really shouldn't have felt the way he did, you were a precious fan. With that shy pretty smile. Yeah... he really did not care about consequences.

Running off without telling the members was one thing, but ignoring Chan's calls was another. He committed both atrocities. Just for you. Because you were so pretty and nice even if it finally occurred to him you couldn't understand a word he was saying. So how he ended up under you in the chair of a hotel room. He really couldn't answer.

"Just like that." He muttered, hands at your hips guiding you to grind against his clothed cock slowly.

You said something he couldn't understand and whimpered.

His hands traced up your sides to your breasts and squeeze them gently, groaning as you arched chasing the feeling of his hands on you.

"Want me to fill you pretty girl...?" He muttered, leaning forward and kissing you. "Make you mine," He breathed against your lips as he rutted his hips up into you. The friction of his pants against your wet panties drew a cry from your lips.

He gripped your thighs and lifted you up, you gasped and wrapped your arms around him, running your fingers through his wavy hair. He kissed you again moaning against your lips as he carried you to the bed before dumping you on the mattress and pulling his shirt over his head. He tossed it haphazardly before getting on his knees and grabbing your legs, he dragged your pants and panties off, throwing them with just as much care as his shirt before he kissed your inner thighs.

You moaned softly and reached down to touch his head, he looked up at you, eyes half lidded and pupils blown with lust. You blushed deeply and he reached up and took your hand his, squeezing gently before his lips latched around your clit.

Your head fell back as you moaned, Jisung released your hand in favor of gripping your hips to keep you from moving. He groaned into your heat as you tugged on his hair. As you writhed under his ministrations, Jisung knew he was so screwed, he wouldn't anyone other than you, he needed you.

"Jagiya" he muttered, leaning against your thigh to stare up at you. he took in your disheveled look, your flushed face, the way your chest rose and fell with each heaving breath. He smiled at you and your heart fluttered slightly.

He climbed up the bed to look don into your eyes. "Can I take this off?" He muttered, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt.

You nodded and he sat you up and removed the shirt before reaching back and removing your bra.

He stared at you for a moment before mumbling, "Beautiful.." He leaned down and latched his lips around your nipple, pinching your other nipple before alternating.

You moaned as he started grinding his crotch against your thigh.

"Want you so bad..." He moaned against your boob. "Can I fuck you?" He pleaded.

You whimpered and bucked your hips up.

He stared at you for a moment before he got off you and unbuckled his belt, removing his pants and boxers. You stared at him for a moment.

"Can't help but admire.." He smirked and you felt your face going hot. He got back on the bed caging you in.

You ran your hands down his chest and abs. Your eyes met as he rubbed his tip against your folds, he slapped it against your clit before pulling back to sink into your tight heat.

You gasped and gripped his muscular arms as he split your walls inch after inch of his cock going in deeper and deeper.

He held himself over you, hissing softly before continuing. He let out a groan as he settled finally, his balls resting against your ass. He kissed you gently and pulled out slowly, gripping your legs to pull you into his thrusts.

You moaned softly as he started off slowly, gasping and hissing at how tight you were before he leaned down muttering, "I can't help it... It feels so good baby."

Then he knocked the air out of your lungs, slamming into you hard, over and over, bullying his dick into your cunt. You wrapped your arms around him as he bucked into you over over. Your nails digging into his shoulders and back as h fucked you into the mattress, sucking marks onto you neck and shoulder. He pulled so man cries from your throat you almost couldn't recognize your own voice as your moans grew in volume and pitch.

"Sh-shit!" He growled against you neck. "I'm going to cum.." Jisung processed you probably didn't understand and tried to pull out but he gasped as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

You looked up into his eyes and hi mind went blank. "Fuck.." he reached between your bodies and rubbed furiously at your clit.

You let out a broken cry and came hard around him, dragging Jisung over the edge with you. You stared up at him with mesmerized eyes as his muscles strained and he came hard fucking his thick seed deeper into you until you were both gasping from overstimulation.

He rolled off you as he fell, catching his breath and going to the bathroom. He came back a moment later and cleaned you before getting back into bed and hugged you to his chest.

Once he made sure you were asleep, he turned on his phone and stared at the missed calls from Chan and the others. He went to the bathroom and called Chan back.

"Where are y-" Chan started.

Jisung cut him off. "How much doe it cost to get a tutor for (language) to korean?"

"Why are you asking?" Chan asked.

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Do you write for George? If so can we get some smut💋 Loved your first, btw!!!

Island Loving | George Clarke

Summary: You and George are away on holiday, enjoying your time together, but you two can't seem to keep your hands off of each other. Pairings: George Clarke x afab!Reader Warnings: Mature content, Smut, Fluff Word Count: 4.6k A/N: Anon, thanks for the request! This took me so long to write, like I had planned to get this out 2 days ago, but oh well. This is also my first attempt at writing smut so I apologize if it’s a bit awkward. Also, this was originally supposed to be maybe 2k words, but I got carried away. Hope you enjoy!

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"You sure what I packed is enough?", you ask, rummaging through your closet, tossing clothes haphazardly in your attempt to pack for the hot climate.

"You've about packed the whole closet", George remarks, lounging on the edge of your bed. You shoot him a deadpan look as he continues, "We're only going to be there for three days, how many more clothes do you need?" he teases. "Didn't we just go shopping like a week ago?"

"Oh, piss off George," You playfully throw the shirt in your hand at him, hitting him square in the face, which earns a laugh from both of you. In that moment, a rush of gratitude floods over you for the amazing three months you've spent together. From spontaneous adventures to lazy Sundays in bed, every moment with George had felt like a dream and you truly felt like you were the luckiest girl.

You and George were friends before you started dating, and while you've been on group trips before, this would be the first time it's just the two of you. So when George surprised you with tickets to the Maldives for your birthday, excitement and anxiety swirled within you.

"You know what? I give up," you declare, throwing your hands up in defeat as you survey the chaotic scene in your closet.

As you start picking up the scattered clothing, George chuckles and joins in, the laughter lightening the mood. Despite the nagging feeling that you might have forgotten something, excitement bubbles within you at the thought of uninterrupted time with George. Both of you had been busy, making this getaway a much-needed break. And let's face it, having a shirtless George around all the time was a definite bonus.

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As the sun began to set, painting the sky with vibrant hues of orange and pink, you and George lounged in the pool, the cool water providing relief from the day's heat. Earlier, you had spent the day exploring the stunning beaches of the Maldives, George's laughter echoed through the air as you both raced each other along the shoreline, the warm tropical breeze tousling your hair.

It was late afternoon, as you relaxed in the pool, George's toned physique glistened in the fading sunlight, his abs defined and glistening with droplets of water. He looked effortlessly handsome, and you couldn't help but admire the way the sunlight danced across his chiseled features. Leaning back against the edge of the pool, you watched as George swam towards you, his crystal blue eyes locking with yours.

"You know," he murmured, his voice sending shivers down your spine, "I could get used to this view." His words were accompanied by a playful grin, and you couldn't resist teasing him in return.

"Is that so?" you replied, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you swam closer to him, your heart racing with anticipation. George's gaze softened as he drew nearer.

"Are we still the only one's here?", you question, scanning the area. You had been the only ones around the pool for hours now; the last few people leaving over two hours ago. George's gaze doesn't falter though, remaining fixed on you.

George closes the distance between you, the gentle rippling of the water drawing your attention back to him. An inaudible gasp leaves you mouth at the sensation of a hard muscle pressing into the space between your thighs, sending a wave of heat surging through your body.

His hands find their way around your waist, pulling you irresistibly closer, while his lips hover just inches away from yours. Your fingers trace the contours of his toned chest, feeling the warmth emanating from his skin. The tension between you was palpable, each breath charged with desire as you both leaned in for a kiss, igniting a fiery passion that consumed you both in a haze of longing and heat.

The heat of the pool seemed to intensify as your lips move in perfect harmony, the throbbing sensation between your legs growing more intense with each passing second. Despite the empty pool area, the possibility of an unsuspecting guest or hotel staff member stumbling upon your heated makeout session added an exhilarating edge to the moment, igniting a daring boldness within you as you contemplated just how far you could push George.

You trail your hands down his chest, savoring the sensation of his hard physique beneath your fingertips. George responds with a bite to your bottom lip, eliciting a low moan from you.

Your right hand moves down to rest right at the hem of his swim trunks, frozen there for a moment as feel George's lips disconnect from yours and attach to your neck instead. He begins to roughly suck at the soft, supple skin at the crook of your neck, leaving a dark red mark in the process.

You continue to tease him, relishing in the reaction he was giving you. You feel yourself getting wetter at the sounds of the deep guttural groans that escape his lips as your fingertips brush over his clothed cock. His groans get louder as he feels the constricting cloth of his swim trunks rub against his erection.

Your palm rubs harder at the bulge in his trunks, driving George absolutely crazy, and he hadn't even gotten his cock out of his trunks yet. George's grip on your waist gets tighter, his nails slightly digging into your side, the slight pain makes you wince in pleasure.

With a smirk playing on your lips, you pull away, moving your hand away from his cock and placing your hands on his shoulders, pushing him away gently. Your flushed face betrays the mix of afternoon heat and the arousal coursing through your body.

George protests, his voice husky with desire, "Don't test me, love."

You look at him innocently, a mischievous glint in your eyes, "What are you talking about? It's getting late, and we have other things to do. Come on," you say, slightly moving back in the water.

You turn around and confidently walk to the ladder, pulling yourself out of the pool giving George an enticing view of your glistening skin and the curve of your ass in your skimpy bikini bottom. You make sure to look back at him over your shoulder as you grab your towel and walk off, completely unfazed, leaving George hard and needy in the pool.

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The rest of the day had flown by quickly, and now the two of you were getting ready to go out for your birthday dinner. You were all but expecting George to get you back for the scene at the pool, but so far, nothing ha happened.

You stood in front of the mirror, applying the final touches to your makeup. You were absolutely in love with your look; You had on a midi-length blue silky dress, its low back and plunging neckline accentuated your figure exquisitely and the thin fabric was an absolute god send in the hot Maldives' climate.

Meanwhile, George leaned casually against the bathroom door frame, already dressed in a linen shirt and a pair of olive slacks. His intense gaze followed your every move. To him, you looked nothing short of a goddess, and he still couldn’t believe how the hell he had managed to pull you.

“You look stunning tonight Angel”, George says as he walks into the bathroom, coming to stand behind you. Your dress did not leave much room for the imagination, or a bra, and he couldn’t resist the urge to touch you. As great as that dress looked on you, he thought it would look even better pooled around your ankles.

“Thanks Georgie, ” you replied, leaning closer to the mirror, focused on your eyeliner.

As George’s hands come up to rest on your hips, you straighten up, your exposed back coming in contact with his firm chest. The proximity makes you aware of just how close he had gotten. You look into the mirror for a second, catching George’s eyes locked on yours, his eyes dark and filled with unbridled lust.

It was a look you knew all too well. That hungry look was all you needed to know that George was extremely horny right now and that was enough to send the blood rushing down to your bundle of nerves.

Whenever he got like this, he tried to get as close to you as humanly possible, craving any form of physical touch. And when he called you "Angel", you knew there would be no reasoning with the man, especially after that stunt you had pulled earlier today.

His hands start moving up and down your waist, sending shivers down your spine. Though you had no intention of missing your reservation (which was very hard to get, by the way), you still wanted to see what else you could possibly get away with.

You lean down again, this time to put on your lip liner, subtly pushing your hips back ever so slightly more than before. You become acutely aware of the growing hardness pressing against your ass and his grip on your hips becomes tighter, confirming your previous suspicion.

George leans forward, brushing your hair to the side, and starts to gently pepper kisses along your back, the sensation leaving a delightful tingle through your body.

You stand up again, pretending to go through your makeup bag, doing your best to maintain a neutral expression on your face. Suddenly, you hear George let out a low chuckle from behind you. He leans down and whispers in your ear, "I know what you're doing," before placing a a few kisses behind your ear.

As George's warm breath tickles your ear, a delightful shiver courses through your body. He turns you around, your back pressing against the counter, his intense gaze locking with yours. A charged silence fills the air, thick with anticipation and desire.

"You've been doing this all day," George murmurs, his voice heavy with want. "Be careful there angel. Don't tease me if you can't handle the consequences of your little game." Your heart races at his words. With a subtle smirk, you lean in closer, unable to resist the magnetic pull between you.

He takes hold of your chin, tilting it upwards, the warmth of your skin under his fingertips sending a jolt of electricity through his body. You meet his gaze with a challenge in your eyes, your voice dripping with playful defiance as you taunt, "Oh, and what consequences might those be, Georgie?" Your hand rises, fingertips lightly brushing the flesh revealed by the unbuttoned shirt, teasing your boyfriend further.

You run your hands down his clothed abs, settling right above the hem of trousers. But before you could move down any further, he places his hand over yours, halting your movements. "Well, let's just say," he begins, guiding your hand to place it on the counter next to you while you grip his shoulder with your other hand "keep testing me and you might just find out."

A surge of eagerness courses through you at his words, and you playfully roll your eyes, trying to mask the effect he has on you. "Is that a promise or a threat?" you challenge, though your heart races with excitement.

With a devilish grin, George leans in closer, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours. "Why don't you stick around and find out?" he murmurs, the air between you crackling with tension.

"I'd love to, but we have a dinner to get to," you say, slowly pushing at his chest, not wanting George to get his way so easily. But then, As George pulls you closer by the waist, your breath hitches, your back arching as you grab onto his shoulders to steady yourself. "Nice try." Before you can protest, he closes the distance between you, his lips engulfing you in an intense kiss, fueled by the tension building throughout the day.

He hoists you up onto the counter, his movements assertive yet gentle, as he deepens the kiss. You feel his tongue slip into your mouth and your hands move up to tug at his hair. You feel George's low groan reverberating through the kiss, adding to the intensity of the moment, all thoughts of dinner slipping away from your mind.

His lips travelled down to your neck, leaving a wet trail of kisses along the sensitive skin, each kiss only intensifying the need to want his lips someplace else. He kisses the hickey he had left earlier that day, sucking a little extra hard on the already sore skin. A moan louder than you intended left you lips and you could feel the bastard smirk against your skin.

His hands bunched up your dress, almost hiking it up to your waist, as George dug his fingers into the soft exposed flesh of your things. His fingertips traced a slow antagonizing path towards the place you needed him the most. As his fingers brushed against the fabric of your panties, he remarks with with a smirk, "Already soaking wet, are we?", The mere friction through your underwear was enough to weaken you, turning you into putty in his hands.

You hum in response, bucking your hips forward, craving more friction and pressure against your aching core. “Slow down there angel, I haven't even gotten started with you yet." he says in a low voice.

George gently lifts you up and slides your panties down to your ankles, taking them off and throwing them to the side, the cool air now hitting your exposed cunt. Suddenly, George's hands grip tightly behind yours knees, spreading your legs wider, pushing you back, your back now hitting the sink. "Fuck," you gasp, as he starts kissing his way closer and closer to your core. Each kiss and bite on the skin of your inner thighs intensifies the anticipation, making you wetter than you already were.

George's gaze fixates on your glistening wet cunt, his pants getting tighter just at the sight. With a hungry determination, his fingers spread apart your slick folds, "George…fuck," you moan as his tongue licks one long stroke up your throbbing clit, your entire body shivers involuntarily.

His tongue dives into you swollen clit, nipping and sucking at your sensitive core, sending jolts of ecstasy through your body, absolutely wrecking you with just his mouth. He flattens his tongue, expertly lapping at your folds, alternating with rough sucking motions. The sensation ignites intense pleasure throughout your body, and the friction of his beard against your clit sends electrifying waves coursing through you. As you throw your head back in pleasure, your hands glide down the collar of his shirt to grasp onto his back, your nails digging into the firm muscles of his shoulders, eliciting a low moan from George.

The lewd sounds of him absolutely devouring your pussy mix in with your gasping breaths filling the bathroom with an intoxicating symphony of desire.

"I-I…" you manage to gasp, your voice shaky as you struggle to form a coherent sentence. Your body trembles from the relentless jabs of his skilled tongue against your clit.

"Can't hear you love," George's murmurs from between your thighs, the vibrations causing a delicious hum to resonate through your folds, intensifying the pleasure pulsing within you.

"God, George! I'm so close," you stare down at him, utterly aroused by the sheer amount of power that this man had over you. You're dangerously close to the edge, feeling the impending release of your orgasm ready to spill over at any moment.

He could feel your legs trembling beneath his fingers. The dirty noises spilling out of you pretty mouth only pushed George to continue abusing your cunt. As he listens to you writhe and moan in desperate need, it's not enough to simply pleasure you with his tongue anymore; he wants more. He wanted to make sure you were fucked out properly, especially after the ordeal you had put him through.

With one final lick to your clit, he pulls away, leaving your pussy trembling. George then places his arms on the counter on either side of you, leaning in to meet you at eye level. You stare at him panting, cheeks flushed and a dumbfounded look on your face. "George.." you whined his name at the loss of contact, the cool air once again hits your now neglected cunt.

"Alright then, angel, get yourself fixed up", he says, his voice dripping with playful authority as he points in the direction he tossed your panties. "We have a reservation to get to." With a teasing smirk, he walks off into the bedroom. "Go on, finish getting ready, I'm waiting.", his words hang in the air, leaving you in a state of both frustration and arousal. There was an ache in your core that could only be satisfied by his touch.

You contemplate for a second, weighing if your pride was worth the sexual frustration for the rest of the night. It didn't take you long to make the decision, "Oh for fucks sakes George", you exclaim, your annoyance evident as you roll your eyes and scream out in frustration, "Get back in here, you wanker!" You wait for a moment, anticipation building, before George came back into view, a cocky smirk playing on his lips as he stands with his arms crossed over his chest.

"That's not how this is gonna work angel," George's words send a shiver down your spine, "If you want it, beg." the command in his voice igniting a fiery need within you. Pushing yourself off the counter, your legs shake as you step onto the cold bathroom floor. George watches you with a proud smirk, his eyes gleaming with want.

You slowly pad over to him, feeling the intensity of his gaze as you approach. Meeting him just outside the bathroom, you reach out, placing a hand on his chest, your fingers brushing lightly against his skin as you look up at him with hooded eyes. "George, please…" you begin, your voice thick with desire, but he remains silent, waiting for more.

"George, please… fuck me," you plead, your words dripping with longing as you meet his gaze. The air thick with tension between you two.

Your desperation draws a satisfied smirk to his face. He would have loved hearing you beg for longer, reveling in the power it gave him over you. However, the undeniable arousal stirring in his pants demanded immediate attention, and at this point, he couldn't resist the urge to simply lose himself in the act of fucking you.

George's lips attach to yours in a sense of urgency. He grabs onto your waist as he pushes you against the wall. "Jump," George says. Without hesitation, you obediently wrap your legs around him, your body responding instinctively to his dominant tone. His hands slide beneath your ass, supporting you effortlessly as he kneads your flesh. The kiss is raw and primal. Your hands instinctively come around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as you pull him closer.

The strap of your dress slips off in the heat of the moment. George seizes the opportunity, pushing the dress further down, exposing your breasts to the cool air of the room. A soft gasp escapes your lips at the sudden exposure, sending a thrill through your body.

His hands trail up to cup one of your tits, giving it a firm squeeze. George attaches his hot mouth to your bare breast, swirling his tongue around the nipple. You moan in response, your back arching instinctively as you press your tit into his face, craving more of his intoxicating touch.

"George…" you gasp between heated kisses, "I need you right now." With a sense of urgency, you unbutton his shirt. As his shirt falls away, your hands freely roam his body, tracing the lines of his muscular form before settling on his large biceps, feeling their strength beneath your touch. George leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "You have no idea how much I've been craving you all day" he murmurs, his voice filled with hunger.

"Just fuck me already," you plead, starting to get more and more impatient. With a swift motion, George gathers you in his arms, carrying you effortlessly to the bed.

George lowers you down on the edge of the bed, your lips still locked in a fervent kiss. He reluctantly beaks away, feeling your lips chasing his, not ready to break your kiss just yet.

With a tender touch, he assists you in removing your dress, which had become bunched up around your waist. He steps back a bit as he begins to unbuckle his belt, you eagerly help him, your fingers unbuttoning his pants and discarding them to the side, leaving him clad only in his boxers.

Your eyes can't help but wander to the bulge straining against the fabric, his cock hard and throbbing with desire, a visible wet spot on his boxers from the precum. With a soft moan, you find yourself unable to resist reaching out to trace the outline of his arousal, your touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body.

He nudges you back slightly, and you eagerly comply, crawling further onto the bed, the desire to have him close reaching its peak. As you sit up on your arms, you take a moment to admire him, your eyes locking in a silent exchange filled with mutual appreciation and desire. George's gaze shamelessly roams your naked body, his admiration evident in every lingering glance.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on Y/N," George says, his voice filled with genuine admiration. But to you, he was the epitome of beauty itself. In the dimly lit bedroom, illuminated only by the moonlight streaming through the windows, George looked like a Greek god, his sculpted abs, broad chest and shoulders, and thick, toned legs rendered him utterly irresistible. While it wasn't the first time you had seen him naked, it never ceased to amaze you just how perfect he truly was.

With his eyes locked on yours, George takes his boxers off, his hard cock springing out, finally free from its confines. The tip red and glistening with precum. He takes it in his hand and gives it a few good pumps. George then strides over to his open suitcase, retrieving a condom with a sense of relief that he had packed a whole box. He rips open the packet and slides it onto his length.

With a hungry gaze, he crawls onto the bed, making his way over to you. With a firm yet gentle touch, he pushes your legs apart, settling himself between them, ready to indulge in the passion that awaits.

He rubs the tip of his cock along your soaking folds, "George", you moan out at the sensation, hands digging into his biceps, urging him closer. George's mouth trails along your collarbone, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses that send tingles of pleasure courses through your body.

Without further warning, George slams into you in one powerful thrust, eliciting a strangled groan from your lips as euphoric bliss floods your senses. As he bottoms out inside you, pausing momentarily to let you adjust to his girth, a wave of pleasure washes over you. Even though he hadn't started moving yet, you already felt your orgasm on the brink of spilling over.

George grabs ahold of your hips, his grip firm as he presses your body against the mattress, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. The pace of his movements drives you crazy, your mind consumed with the overwhelming sensation of him inside you. "Holy shit, George," you moan out, the intensity of the moment turning you into a trembling, moaning mess.

Hearing his name on your lips sends George into a frenzy, his own desire matching yours as he speeds up his pace, each movement becoming more urgent, more primal. Your hands clutch at the sheets, knuckles turning white from the force of your grip as you surrender to the pleasure that consumes you both.

One of your legs instinctively wraps around his waist, drawing him closer to you as your hands come up to his back, pulling him close. You revel in the feeling of his weight pressing against you. As he thrusts faster against you, your whimpering moans fill the room.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Y/N," George moans, his voice laced with lust. "You take me so well, such a good girl." he moans. His words have you involuntarily clenching around him. The sensation elicits a groan from George, the pleasure of your tightness driving him closer to the edge as well.

The sensation builds with every thrust of his hips, each movement edging you towards your orgasm. "George, I'm going to c-cum, shit," you moan, the words escaping your lips in a breathless plea. Despite your impending release, his thrusts don't cease, his intensity driving you wild.

You can't think straight anymore, lost in the overwhelming pleasure that consumes you. "Fuck, please, I can't take it anymore… I’m so close," you whimper, pulling closer to the blissful release that only George can provide.

Your voice quickly begins chanting his name along with broken moans, intermingled with George's own broken groans as his thrusts start to become sloppier, signaling that he too was teetering on the edge.

Every muscle in your body tenses, your back arching as you're overwhelmed by your impending release. "Fuck, George, you feel so good inside me… George, ahh!!" you cry out, your release a raw moan as your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, leaving you seeing stars.

George continues his relentless pace, allowing you to ride out your orgasm. As your climax peaks, George follows closely behind, his release filling the condom with warmth as he screams out your name in pure pleasure, "Shit, Y/N!" The room fills up with a mixture of your moans as you both come down from your highs.

With that, George collapses over you, balancing his weight on his arms to ensure he doesn't crush you. Both of your bodies are covered in sweat, chests heaving against each other. His face nuzzles into your neck, and for a moment, you both stay quiet, just listening to the pounding of his heart—a melody to your ears.

You're the first to break the silence. "I should tease you more often," you say with a playful grin.

George pushes up to look at you, a playful smile dancing on his lips as he replies, "Don't even think about it, love." With a gentle motion, he pulls out of you and lands next to you.

With a contented sigh, George pulls you onto his chest, his arms wrapping around your shoulders, his hand gently playing with your hair. "Did you have a good birthday love?" he asks softly.

You look up at him and smile, "Yes, I did, Georgie. Thank you" you reply, placing a peck on his chest, feeling warmth spread through your heart as he sweetly kisses you on your forehead.

"Well, there's no way that we are going to be able to make it to our reservation," you laugh, acknowledging the obvious.

George chuckles in agreement, then asks, "Room service?"

You look at him and nod, "Room service."

The two of you spend the rest of your evening cuddling and enjoying your dinner overlooking the water from the outdoor seating area of your villa. The soft glow of the moonlight casts a romantic ambiance over the scene, creating a perfect backdrop for your special evening, knowing that you couldn't have asked for a more perfect birthday with a more perfect man.

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A/N: God, I suck at endings. I've been so stressed at work recently and all I can think about is going on vacation, it's all my brain let me write about. Also, Thank you to everyone who has been sending me requests, I'm absolutely loving all the ideas, keep em' coming!

Check out my other fics and oneshots here. Not working on any new requests currently but feel free to drop into my asks for a chat! 😊

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Giyū Tomioka - Kinktober 2024 Day 6 - A/B/O Heat

♫ Plaza - All Mine

Story Description: Every Saturday night, Cam Boy Giyu hosts a live broadcast. But one particular evening, something unexpected happens during his private session with Reader - he goes into heat. Surprised by this turn of events, Giyu comes up with a brilliant idea. Reader lives only 20 minutes away from him - why not ask for their help in getting through his heat?

Tags: Camboy Giyu, A/B/O Heat, Bottom Giyu, Omega Giyu, Alpha Reader, Pegging, Orgasm Delay, Scent Marking, Multiple Orgasm 

“You want me to do what?” you practically screamed, but whispered at the same time in an attempt to keep your voice down and not disturb any of your lingering housemates.

“Come over and help me through my heat, Alpha.” Giyu whined out, obviously uncomfortable with his raging hard in hand. Sweat glistened on his forehead and his muscles trembled with the intensity of his approaching heat.

You were accustomed to seeing him naked, but today it was more intense than usual. This was the first time you two had fully interacted….

It all started a year ago when you stumbled upon a local cam boy while searching for omega porn videos to get you through the night. At first, you were hesitant about watching a livestream, but once you saw him, you were hooked.

His upper face was obscured, but his body was undeniably sinful. As an omega, he was surprisingly fit with defined abs and veins trailing down his happy trail. You caught a glimpse of his black hair, tied back in a ponytail, leading you to assume it was long. 

But it wasn't just his appearance that drew you in. When he moaned, his voice took on a higher pitch, but when he spoke normally, it was a sweet and low tone that captivated you. You were hooked on his voice and his body.

Before long, you became an active watcher - chatting in the comments, sending money, and fulfilling any requests the omega had.

It only took a few months of interactions before you caught Giyu’s eye. He only had a few regulars and never went out his way to message anyone asking if they wanted a private stream. But he kept seeing your username and he was curious. More times than he can count he started looking out for your username in the chat, following any instruction you gave him. Your politeness and commanding attitude in the chat intrigued him.

He realized that it was becoming a habit. So when one night you messaged you wanted to see his face he almost moved the camera up. He realized he was screwed due to his need for you. 

Despite rarely doing private streams and only accepting offers from Alphas with large sums of money, he wanted to host one for you.

You couldn't believe your eyes right now. It was halloween night and while everyone else went out, you stayed in to watch Giyu's special one-hour livestream. Given that halloween fell on a Friday this year he decided to do a one hour livestream over his usual 3 hour livestream. 

The stream ended a couple of minutes ago and you were glad that you watched it. He had used your favorite toy of his, a 7-inch orange dildo with ridges along the sides, and you couldn't tear your eyes away from the screen as he moaned in pleasure. You weren't sure how it could feel good, but with the way he moaned while using it you knew it did. 

Even though you didn’t cum, watching him ride the toy made you incredibly horny. Your breath would hitch up everytime he would moan out a string of words. 

What shocked you a few minutes after the stream had ended your message chat box pinged signaling you had an offer for a private stream.

Giyu: Hey, 

Would you be interested in doing a private stream? I do them sometimes for my most dedicated followers. ☺

Most dedicated? Okay that’s a little embarrassing, you thought, feeling slightly flustered. So that means he has seen your comments, you knew there was a chance he had and at times you felt like he was listening to you when you suggested he move a certain way or perform certain actions. You thought it was wishful thinking but realized you weren’t just being delusional. 

You accepted the invitation without much thought, eager for the private stream to begin. As you joined the chat room with a black screen, you took a few minutes to make sure your makeup was still flawless and your outfit was just revealing enough, anticipating where the night would lead.

The anticipation only grew as Giyu's message appeared in the chat: "I'll be in the room soon, sorry to keep you waiting." You could sense his nerves through his words, making you even more excited for what was to come.

If you thought you were nervous, Giyu was a hot mess. He felt flustered and hot so he needed a moment hoping to cool off. In his head, you were the Alpha of his fantasies and he couldn't wait to finally meet you one on one. He had already fallen for your personality in such a short amount of time, so he wasn't worried about your looks - he knew you would be absolutely stunning. 

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to calm his nerves or cool off from the intense heat coursing through him. He was practically purring. 

The anticipation had been building for 10 long minutes, and just as you were about to give up and go in search of a snack, the screen finally began to load. Your heart raced as Giyu's polite smile appeared on the screen, but you were too distracted by his shirtless chest to notice the nerves that flitted across his face. You couldn't help but admire the way his muscles and abs rippled under his skin, even though you saw it every week. You were grateful that the camera wasn't on, so he couldn't see the hunger in your eyes.

"Sorry I'm late," he said with a stretch, giving you another tantalizing view of his chiseled abs and defined V-line. Jesus, he was even more attractive in person.

"Don't apologize," you replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the fluttering in your stomach. 

"I'm sure you had to change after your stream. And you look good, by the way." you added in a nervous laugh, immediately regretting your boldness. But when you saw the shocked and then red-faced expression on Giyu's face, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having caught him off guard with your compliment.

“Oh, uh, I had to clean up. And...um...you look good too,” he realized his mistake and stumbled over a follow-up sentence.

“I mean, I'm sure you look great. That's not what I meant. What I meant was, um, if I could see you right now, you would be...beautiful.” Giyu's face was turning red from embarrassment and he couldn't seem to find the right words.

“Sorry, I'm just really nervous,” he finally admitted in a hushed tone, as if it were a secret. You gave him a moment to collect himself before speaking again. 

After a fit of laughter, you assured him that you understood what he meant. You decided to turn on your camera at this moment. You were wearing a black robe that was typically reserved for when you were working on your computer, in case any of your roommates barged into your room. The robe had a low v-shaped neckline that accentuated your cleavage, but it was long enough to make you feel comfortable walking around the dorm in it. 

For the second time tonight, you managed to surprise Giyu. Not only did he not expect you to turn on the camera, but he also didn't expect you to be his type exactly. In fact, you were the most stunning woman he had ever spoken to; his body couldn't hide its reaction. He was already starting to overheat just from looking at you, and every part of him wanted to get down on his knees and worship your body. 

He had only caught a glimpse of your chest, but it was enough to leave him desperate for more. You could tell that he was incredibly turned on, and his flushed cheeks gave it away. He let out a soft whimper before reaching down to relieve some of the pressure in his cock. 

“Stop.” Your commanding voice rang out, stopping his movement in its tracks. His hand had been hovering over his imprint in his pants before dropping to his side. He let out a small whine, his eyes glazed with desire. You didn't know what came over you, but seeing that he actually listened to you ignited a fire within you. 

"Baby, I didn't give you permission to touch yourself," you said, smirking at the screen.

"Sorry Alpha, I didn't mean to," he replied wide-eyed, looking up at you for your reaction.

"Alpha? We just got on the call and you're already calling me Alpha. How...slutty," you teased, leaning closer to the camera and locking eyes with him. "If you want to be so good for your alpha, you won't touch yourself without permission."

"Yes ma'am," Giyu replied, his voice thick with desire. His thighs clenched as he tried to restrain himself from giving into his lust. 

You couldn't understand why he was so turned on by this exchange, but the answer would soon become clear.

Giyu could feel that something was amiss. He had a strong sexual desire and usually had no problem controlling himself, but now he felt like he could climax from just a light breeze. It wasn't until a few moments later that he realized he was in heat.

"Babe, can you do me a favor?" Giyu finally spoke up, fully aware of the situation he was in. "I'm going to send you an address, how far away are you from there?"

The chat box lit up to indicate that you had received his message. You were curious so you searched the address on your GPS and showed him the screen. 

Giyu's heart leaped with joy when he saw the address and noticed that you were only 20 minutes away. 

"That's my address," he said, trying to remain calm but feeling nervous about moving too quickly. He didn't want to scare you off, but his body was begging for you.

"This might be too soon for you, but I'm going into heat," Giyu continued, noticing that you were still in shock. "I really need you to have sex with me." He whimpered as another wave of heat washed over him, his body obediently refraining from touching his erection.

“You want me to do what?” you practically screamed, but whispered at the same time in an attempt to keep your voice down and not disturb any of your lingering housemates.

“Come over and help me through my heat, Alpha.” Giyu whined out, obviously uncomfortable with his raging hard in hand. Sweat glistened on his forehead and his muscles trembled with the intensity of his approaching heat.

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As you pulled up to Giyu's place, you couldn't help but feel nervous. The entire drive over, you and Giyu discussed your interests and expectations for the evening. You both agreed that this was not a one-time thing and that you were interested in dating each other. Spending his heat with him was just the start of your relationship, and you were already planning future dates together.

As you walked to the entrance of his apartment complex, you barely had time to admire the Halloween decorations before he pulled you into a tight hug followed by a passionate kiss that left you breathless. His scent, a mixture of cinnamon and apples, enveloped you and sent shivers down your spine. In that moment, you knew he was meant for you.

You had seen him on a screen before, but seeing him in person was a whole different experience. Your instincts kicked in, urging you to show him that you could provide for him and take care of him. You could feel yourself growling at the thought. Deciding that enough talking had been done, all you wanted now was to stake your claim on this beautiful man standing in front of you.

"Take me upstairs," you commanded the jumpy omega, who couldn't hide his excitement. He was in heat, so it wasn't surprising when he stopped snuggling and marking your neck with his scent as you climbed the stairs. 

In that moment, a wave of possessiveness washed over you. Questions like "Who has he done this with?" and "How often?" raced through your mind. You didn't realize you were saying them out loud in a series of grunts, consumed by the smell of your omega in heat. 

"No one, it's just you. I promise, only you," Giyu sobbed against your neck, overwhelmed by the emotions radiating from you. "Just you, Alpha. Please."

You set your bag down next to the bed and quickly got to work, sensing another round of heat coming from him. Pushing Giyu to sit on the edge of the bed, you knelt down in front of him and made yourself comfortable as you slid his shorts down his legs.

Even though you still emitted an angry scent, he could feel that it wasn't directed at him, and the overwhelming scent of lust soon took over those feelings. 

"Let me know if it's too much," you said, even though deep down you knew he wouldn't stop you. You continued to position yourself between his legs, eager to please him. 

Giyu's cock was already hard and pointed towards the ceiling, leaking precum. His thighs were trembling slightly, a sign that he wouldn't last long. You started by kissing along his length, pressing your face against him as he gasped. Moving down, you left a trail of kisses on his inner thighs and sucked on his skin, leaving marks behind. The scent of him was intoxicating and it only made you want him more. 

You couldn't resist any longer and licked up the precum that had pooled on his abs. You needed to taste him on your tongue. 

"Talk to me, babe," you growled as your hands gripped his legs, holding him still. You wanted to hear every moan and word that came from his mouth. He had been trying so hard not to move but you could see how overwhelmed he was. 

"I need- I need your mouth on me," Giyu finally spoke, his voice raspy from holding back. "I can't stop thinking about it; how good it would feel and how well you would suck me off. I wonder if you can deepthroat and if-" His words were cut off as you took the tip of his cock into your mouth, eliciting a string of pleas from him. 

You took your time playing with the head of his cock, tracing over the veins with your tongue knowing it would drive him crazy. Twisting around his length, you used your tongue to swirl around the tip before taking him halfway into your throat again. "Please, I'm going to come," Giyu whined as he dropped his hands to the side and gripped onto the mattress. 

"Say my name," you demanded as you took him all the way down your throat. It had been a while since you deepthroated someone, but for Giyu, you were determined to do it.

"I'm coming," he stuttered, his grip on your hair tightening. "Y/N, you have to-"

You didn't let up, taking him even deeper while sucking harder. You held onto his hips to prevent him from thrusting up into your mouth as he came. His body tensed and he let out a loud moan, his abs tightening as he released into your mouth. He gripped onto your hair tightly and if you weren't holding onto his thighs, you knew he would be fucking your face in that moment. 

After a few moments, he stopped whimpering and his body relaxed, no longer spasming. You rubbed his sides, congratulating him on a job well done as the last waves of his orgasm washed over him. As he calmed down, his hands found their way to your face, gently lifting it up to bring you into a kiss. Your lips battled for dominance before he gave in, allowing you to lead the kiss with passion and heat. 

"You okay?" you whispered, pulling back from the kiss but still leaving small pecks on his lips. 

"I need more," he whispered back, his eyes showing how lost he was in the moment. His heat had finally taken over completely. Usually omegas in heat were demanding and needy, but Giyu seemed quite docile under your touch. It only proved to you that he was strong and perfect for you.

Before you approached him, you had both agreed that you would be the one topping Giyu during his heat. Normally, he preferred to be in control, but when he was in heat, he wanted nothing more than to be dominated. He enjoyed someone else taking charge and this played into his desire to bottom during his heats. 

As you broke away from your embrace, you grabbed your bag and emptied its contents while both of you looked through what you packed. The bag contained two dildos, lube, gloves, fuzzy handcuffs, and a strap-on. Without hesitation, Giyu blushed as he reached for the strap-on and lube, handing them to you. 

"I already prepared earlier, so you don't have to," he said nervously, avoiding eye contact. Glancing down, you noticed that he was already half-hard. Even if he hadn't prepared himself beforehand, it wouldn't have been difficult given how slick he was. 

You began undressing, placing your clothes on a nearby chair. As you stripped down, Giyu couldn't help but stare at your body with admiration.

"Lie down for me," you commanded as you removed his shirt. He obediently lay on his stomach, giving you the perfect view of his back dimples and toned shoulders. 

But it was his ass that truly caught your attention in this position. His arousal was impossible to hide as slick leaked down his legs. With his head buried in his hands and a groan escaping his lips when you touched him, Giyu muttered "Alpha" into his arm as you inserted two fingers into him.

Determined to hear more moans from him, you worked on finding his prostate. You were desperate to get inside him at this point. When your fingers finally hit the right spot and elicited a high-pitched whine from Giyu's mouth, you teased him by continuously hitting that sweet spot inside him. He was practically drooling into the pillow, arching his back to present himself for you. 

Feeling overwhelmed with desire, you removed your fingers, met with even more whines from Giyu. You moved away to adjust the strap-on, eager to finally fuck him.

"You've been so good for me, omega. Here's what's going to happen: you'll keep presenting yourself for me and I'll fuck you. You can grip the headboard, but no more hiding your moans. Got it?" you said, turning his head to face you.

"Okay," he whispered, avoiding eye contact. 

"Nope, look at me."

"Yes, Y/n. Yes, Alpha," he cried out as he looked into your eyes. His cock was painfully hard, trapped and rubbing against the bed. Panting heavily, he let out a high-pitched moan as soon as you were fully inside him. You couldn't help but watch in pleasure as his thighs flexed around you. If only you could feel all the sensations he was feeling right now; you just knew he would be squeezing your cock so tightly.

He attempted to reach for his own cock before remembering your command and leaving it alone. 

His body convulsed violently, his back arching off the bed as if begging for more. His hole quivered around the fake cock as he climaxed without any touch to his own cock, rubbing it raw against the rough sheets. Giyu groaned into the pillow, thrusting back against you with a desperate need for another release.

“Ah fuck-.” Giyu moaned into the pillow thrusting back.

This was your cue to continue fucking him harder and faster, giving in to your own desire. Your hips moved in a steady rhythm, gradually building up speed until Giyu's panting became harsh and ragged. You could tell he was on the brink of his third orgasm of the night as he eagerly surrendered himself to you. 

"Come for me, my love. Show me how good I make you feel," you muttered between gasps, feeling your own climax approaching. The strap pressed mercilessly against your sensitive center with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure through your entire body. 

You were lost in the ecstasy, unsure of what triggered your own orgasm - whether it was the way Giyu's lower back flexed or his sweet moans that pushed you over the edge.

"Giyu, I'm coming!" you cried out, burying your face in his shoulder as you climaxed. But before you could catch your breath, you reached under him and took hold of his throbbing cock, stroking it with practiced ease. It only took three strokes before he exploded in a mind-numbing release. His hips jerked uncontrollably as he shouted out ("Alpha! Y/N! Please!") and collapsed onto the sheets in a trembling heap.

You watched in awe as Giyu's body finally relaxed into a deep slumber, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath. And as you held him close, still buzzing from your intense lovemaking session, you couldn't help but feel grateful for every moment shared with this incredible man who gave you everything you ever wanted.

Your legs trembled for a moment as you rose from the bed. You carefully turned him onto his side and went to the attached bathroom to gather cleaning supplies. Wiping him down with a towel, you also cleaned yourself before returning to his side. Finding a blanket, you covered the wet spot on the bed knowing he wouldn't wake up anytime soon.

As he snored lightly, you laid back down next to him. His brows furrowed and his nose scrunched in his sleep. He rolled over, searching for your body and finding your side before curling into you. His face relaxed into a peaceful expression and he resumed snoring.

There was no denying it - this omega was meant for you.

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DANCING QUEEN |ONE-SHOT|

Drew Starkey x Reader

{OPEN COMMAND}

synopsis: Y/N has always managed to scare the men who tried to seduce her, but Drew is determined to be the first to fail to scare

[english is not my native language .❗️❗️]

tw: smut, felation, sex, penetration, raw language, abuse, unprotected sex, vaginal sex.

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"You really had to do this?" asks Camilla, your best friend. "I told you I didn’t want to come, he was sticky, and besides, when he talked to me, he looked at my boobs. He’s a big jerk." You say while lighting a cigarette.

"You threw your glass in her face and threatened to cut off her balls!" she said, shocked at your behavior last week.

"You’re not fucking kidding," said your best friend, Trevor. Half choking so much he’s laughing.

"Seriously, aren’t you tired of being alone?" Camilla asks.

You drink your drink, knowing already what kind of speech you will have the right.

"You go home by yourself, no one gives you a gift-" That’s not true, Trevor does!" You laugh and Trevor throws you that means "not now" with his disapproving head movement.

"Seriously Y/N when is the last time you have sex?" you blush instantly and sigh.

you drink your shot and get up. " For starters, I haven’t had sex in six months" Shit, you thought it was less serious in your head.

"I’ve decided, do you really think an asshole could have this?" you show your body as a trophy." And then I’m not determined to be in a relationship with someone who wouldn’t be able to help me when I need it."

Your ex was a first-class asshole, he put you through hell. He stole your money a hundred times, let his friends insult you with all the names and if you retaliate it was like you insulted his mother personally, and he didn’t care what you wanted, he took it without your consent 99% of the time

And when you weren’t his docile bitch he didn’t hesitate to hit you or threaten you.

You left him eight months ago now, threatened to press charges if he didn’t leave you. Luckily your threats scared him and left you.

You chase away bad thoughts and you take a tone that wants to be funny " and then anyway, the only people I want in my bed, are old rich grandpa who are easily manipulated who will give me their money when they die." You smile cheerfully before heading to the bar.

You come to the bar and you order from the bartender, Calvin, three shots of tequila.

You turn your head when you see three guys talking together, two blondes and a brown guy. The three of them are chatting, you detail them one by one and one particular catches your attention.

He’s tall, thin with shaved hair. His arms are big and veiny. You watch his abs fit perfectly to his white tank top.

"Hey, honey, you got a little name?" asks a heavy guy who just arrived.

You wave your hands to say you are “mute” and he nods and apologizes.

He orders and Calvin gives you your three shots. "Thank you my favorite bartender!" you say drinking one of the three. The three men laugh and try to hide their laughter when he sees the head of the heavy guy.

"You’re not mute Then I can know your pretty name," said the stranger. Calvin looks at you like Trevor, his boyfriend. A disapproving head movement.

You smile at Calvin and then your face gets bored when you look at the unknown again. "Calvin, can you pass me the meter?" You ask not to let go of the man’s gaze.

He gives it to you and you start taking it out until 6,1 He looks intrigued by what you show him.

"My ex was 6.1, if you do more than him I’ll let you buy me a drink!" you say cheerful. 

He stands next to the meter, For his greatest happiness it is more than 6'1, your face becomes jaded.

"So you want a shot?" he asks, smiling with all his teeth.

Well, you only have one more option.

"Yes, but first, my name is Y/N and I have three cats: Kitty, Daphne and Omar, I am Cancer but I do not go out with the: belier, capricorn, Pisces and Taurus." You say without leaving time to understand. He opens his mouth as you speak.

"I want to get married in... 1 year and have four children, so what? You miss me having a drink!" you say happy grabbing his arm.

he abruptly takes off his arm and leaves without turning. You turn to Calvin and he sighs. I do not understand why you reject all the men who approach you " he says exasperated.

"I didn’t reject him, he left all alone!" you say defending yourself, one of the three men of earlier laughs, the blond, Mister big arm.

Calvin looks at him with fascination, as if he were in front of a super star.

You leave laughing at yourself.

You were Camilla sitting in your seats when your flagship music started.

Dancing Queen, you got up and took it with you to the dance floor.

You dance with her, you do the choreography she and you invented when you meet the blond eyes of earlier. 

You stop each of your movements and Camilla looks at you strangely. she turns her head or you look. And her eyes turn into admiration.

Ok this guy is beautiful, but from there to admire him like a god. It’s weird.

"Oh fuck Y/N! Drew Starkey is here and he’s looking at you!"

"WHO THE FUCK IS DREW STARKEY ??" 

You’d like to yell at her instead you nod, Drew is so well-built that your eyes can’t help but look at his body instead of his eyes.

She takes your hand and trotts in her direction. Your eyebrows instantly frown and you curse her because even before you try to run away you are already in front of the three men.

"Hi!" she begins, you raise your eyes to heaven. " I’m Camilla and she’s my best friend Y/N I just wanted to know if I could take a picture with you, I’m a big fan of outer banks!"

"Yes, of course!" Camilla smiles and approaches them, she stands between them and looks at you." Y/N? " she says firmly.

You turn the head to look innocently. "Yes?" you say  "The picture? please.".

You take your phone and position it correctly. You notice that Drew is not looking at the lens but in your direction. Eh Mister big arms could you look at the lens, please?" You lean your head to the side. 

You open your eyes wide when you realize what you just said. In front of your reaction he laughs, as if you were just both.

You come to your senses and take the picture for Camilla. Once finished you tell her and she insists that you take one with them. You refuse several times by saying that you had not seen the show but she pushes you towards them by saying that one that you would have seen the show you will be happy to have a photo with these actors.

She forces you to put yourself right for the photo, the blond on your left, the brown on your right and Drew behind you. Oh my god, you can feel his breath on your ear. 

When the picture is taken, you run to the toilet, too embarrassed to stay longer.

You walk into the bathroom and look in the mirror, Fuck, you’re red like a tomato. You don’t know if it’s because of the alcohol you drank or the fact that Drew triggered something in you that no one had ever done.

You try to calm down when the door opens. You turn your head and has your greatest regret or happiness- you do not know what you want- Drew is there smiling when you turn away the look too embarrassed.

"Is there a problem?" You ask when you put on your femme fatale mask.

"No, should be?" He sees clearly in your game and has you way of acting, he tries to destabilize you and god only knows that he can do it.

You don’t answer his question and look at the mirror in front of you, it puts your hair back in place when you see its reflection move to get on the door right behind you.

"If you try to flirt with me your way sucks." You say barely audible.

" I don’t need to flirt with you because I meet all your criteria.". Shit. He heard you.

You turn and frown, he continues:

"I am 6'3, I love animals, I am scorpion. Marriage is an event that can happen quickly in a relationship if you are sure you want to and I want children but I can negotiate for three."  He says he’s sure.

You smile sincerely before bursting into a sweet laugh.

Drew’s heart tightens, was he falling in love with a girl he had just met? probably yes, but love at first sight exists no? If you thought about it, why not.

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You spent the whole night laughing with Drew leaving her co-stars with your best friend, who was happy you were having fun with someone other than her or Trevor.

When he offered to take you home you wanted to refuse but, without really knowing why, you did not hesitate and accepted on the spot.

When you got to your apartment door, you felt the atmosphere was palpable. Your desire to throw itself on him was immense and the desire that he undressed you invaded his mind.

So when you threw yourself on his lips he answered your kiss by dipping his tongue in your mouth you went back into your apartment glued to his lips, he closed the door with his foot.

He grabbed you from the back of the thighs with his big hands and carried you. He threw you on the couch and stood on top of you. while continuing to kiss you.

You started to undo his belt when he simply tore your t-shirt causing him a painful erection, which could only be cured by you.

He began to wrap your breast with his lips, you moaned while he was not even in you.

You managed to take off his jeans and touch him through his boxer causing him a growl.

You put your hands on his chest and pushed his away calmly, causing his to misunderstand you. 

You went into your bathroom and took a rubber band and made yourself a ponytail and knelt right in front of him. you lowered his boxer and he dropped his head back when you put your mouth on its length. kissing her before taking her whole in your mouth

you started to go and come with your head when he looked down at you, trying to maintain eye contact. He likes it.

When you felt his dick shaking in your mouth he took you away, despite the fact that you were soaked, you wanted to feel it in you. 

He grabbed you by the arms to position you just above him. he approached your ear and said:

 "I want to come into this little pussy that I’ve been thinking about since I saw its owner."

You blush in front of his words and he starts to take off your cyclist. your panties are completely wet and he knows it.

When he sees your little red panties he gets even harder. He takes it off and without even warning you he pushes his cock inside your folds deeply. causing a sharp moan from you.

He maintained eye contact with you throughout his deep, frantic thrusts. Every time you closed your eyes or looked away, he grabbed your jaw and said, "You wanted to play, so let’s play."

your nails dig on the bare skin of his abs, and his hands grab your hips as he kisses your breasts always holding your eyes in his.

you feel your orgasm coming when your moans get stronger and you move faster on him. he accelerates his thrusts." Come on, come on my dick I’ve been waiting for this from the beginning" you squirt on his dick and it comes, pulling long lines of sperms into you.

You take yourself away from him, legs trembling, chest and neck full of hickeys. You sit next to him, grabbing his arm and positioning your head on it. He turns the head to see how much you have been subjected to him. He smiles when he notices your little body trying to resume normal breathing without him realizing it.

"My room is down the hall on the right." You just say, he gets up his hands on your back and behind your thighs and lifts you up.

Once in the Chamber he puts you on the bed then settles next to you, he pulls you towards him and puts one of his legs on your thigh and you fall asleep against the other.

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The next day when you open your eyes you see him lying next to you, you have not changed position and in addition you managed to sleep all night while usually you wake up in the middle. You don’t know but in any case you would like this moment to last forever.

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2 Demons 1 Angel Ch6 Damian: Similar yet Different

Damian (possibly triggering to some people. All there is a suicide type cut but nothing life threating)

Obviously, this girl Abigail didn’t tell her entire story.  I wanted to question her further last night, but Todd refused.  Saying that she needed to rest.  I tried to question Todd as well. He shut me down.  

The two walked into the kitchen, Abigail supporting Respaw- Daniel due to his injuries.  She did appear similar to my mother, however none of mother’s typical emotions were in this girl. I assume she is a defective clone, why did grandfather allow her to survive?  This girl seems almost heartbroken.  Over what? She had saved the other clone in the room, and he was already up.  

Also, the story she recounted last night… I remember that night, when mother dragged me along to witness what would happen to Jason. I remember seeing a girl, about three years younger than myself, skin and bones, covered in scars. She was shaking. When we took Jason away, I recall asking my mother, “Mother, who was that girl?” “Her name was Atalanta. You shall know her one day in the future.” I haven’t thought about that incident in years. That name meant ‘as good as a man’ in Greek. Why was that her name?  Grandfather obviously had made her forget her original name. He had replaced it with ‘child’, she didn’t like the name I saw, she flinched at the word.

I didn’t realize I was staring at her, lost in my thoughts until Todd waved his hand in my face. “Earth to Demon.”

“TT, don’t call me that.”

She was blushing and biting her lip, why?

“So, how did you meet ... Daniel?” I questioned Abigail. I really didn’t want to defend myself this early in the day from a girl who hates alter egos.

“I would say around ten or eleven months ago, Ab’s found me. Patched me up, drugged me to a Lazarus pit, and she drugged me up to the mountains where we hid in a cave.” Respa- Daniel explained. He was eating cereal put before him.  The girl was playing with her toast, not looking at him.

“Tt, you must have not received the memo.”

“And that memo would be?” Res- Daniel questioned me.

“That the pits have been poisoned for the last year. Since we took care of the demon. So I am going to ask you again how-“

“He didn’t come back because of the pit.” The girl mumbled.

“Wait. If you didn’t use the pits, how did you bring me back? Also, what do you mean the pits are poisoned?” The second question was directed at me.

“Since the death of the demon, anyone who enters the waters becomes … “

“You have heard of the effect of the pit rage?” Todd questions. Resp- Daniel nods. “Well, it is like that, but it won’t go away. It also won’t heal your wounds anymore.”

“Clearly you didn’t enter the pit. So how are you alive?”

Resp- Daniel stares at Abigail. Again, it hits me how similar yet different this clone is from my mother.

She sighs, “I.. I took a risk, and it worked, ok?”

“No. Definitely need more than that. How did you bring me back?” Resp- Daniel questioned with venom in his voice.

The girl brought out a knife. It was a simple pocketknife engraved with Arabic on the hilt. She drew back her left sleeve to show a cut across it like a suicide person who was stopped. The scar was directly underneath raw skin on her wrist, as if she had worn manacles for more than half of her life. She cut there again on the old scar.

“What are you doing!?” Re- Daniel yells.

I was expecting red, but green came out of the wound. Lazarus green.

“You have been to the pits that many times?” I questioned. She’s wrapping her wound with some gazes she took out of her pocket.

“Yes” in a small voice. “I have… have no clue how many times I’ve been in there. Or why. All I know that it has made me look younger by at least a year.”

“Two years Abby.” Res- Daniel said softly.

There was a silence that hung in the air. This girl had been into the pit enough to make her blood as green as the Lazarus water.

Todd broke the silence, “So are there any other abilities we should be aware of. Due to the pit?”

She glanced at Resp- Daniel. Sighing he said, “Fine I’ll tell them for you.”

She gave him a small smile. “Thank you.”

“After you found her Jason, the rescue mission failed. Ras decided to force a different type of punishment on her.”

“What type of punishment?” I questioned.

“Two types. First was letting her meet two other clones of you, Damian, and a clone of Abby herself. Dean and David. Dean had red hair, David brown. Ruby had blonde hair, green eyes. Other than that, exactly the same in looks to Abby.”

Todd commented, “Why do all of the guy’s names start with D?”

Resp- Daniel ignored Todd’s comment. “He allowed a relationship to be bonded with the four. Then he … tore them apart. Seeing how strong they were growing together.  Next, he … left Abby chained in a cave in pure darkness. It caused her to go blind.”

Todd intervened, “You are saying that she is blind? Yet she can perfectly stitch you up?”

“You didn’t let me finish. Once he was sure she was completely blind, he injected her with something. She sees through echolocation. Also, that scream of Abby’s you heard earlier, came from that. Using it like a screech owl I suppose.”

Todd and I just stared at her.  She is literally a human bat.

“After some time, Dean, David, Abby, and Ruby made it to the mountains. She brought me to the same cave they called home. At some point he came after them. Dean, David, and Ruby were killed, and Abby captured. “

Now I understand her heartbreak. Both Respawn and I look exactly the same to the other clones. This also explains why she saved Respawn. Her hair was covering her face, tears hit her jeans.

I finally spoke, “If you can’t see color how could you keep them straight? Especially as they looked the same physically?”

Her head rose. I saw her blue eyes.  Mother has green eyes. Perhaps she is not a clone. Those blue eyes looked very familiar. Almost like…

“I could tell them apart by their rhythms.”

Res- Daniel cut her off. “Heartbeats Abby.”

“Right heartbeats. Just like I can tell you two apart from your heartbeat, how they act, and .. um what’s the word?” She looked over at Res- Daniel for help.

“Demeanor.”

Abigail motioned to Resp – Daniel. “That word, however, you say it.”

Clearly, she is not well educated if at all. It seems that studies were not grandfather’s priority with her. I decided to ask her simple questions from now on. “Who are your parents? Or are you a clone of my mother?”

Her face went to confusion, head tilting sideways. “What are pare- parents? What is a mother?”

Todd choked on his coffee. Daniel was shaking his head at the ground, a slight smile on his face. I just stared. I understand she may not comprehend what the word parents means. But mother? How does she not know what a mother is?

“Todd, I believe we should take these two to father.”

“Agreed. I will grab some coats for them first, and call the others in. We will go in two hours.”

[quasarlasar]

WELL...THIS SUCKS

I’m planning to graduate in a few months so I’ve been busy wrapping up my research and writing my thesis. On top of that, some of my digital art software won’t work so I’ve just been unable to do comics lately. However, I am still able to draw single illustrations to use for outreach purposes, and then eventually I end up posting them here too. This particular doodle is in reference to a recent paper reporting on the discovery of a linear trail of stars and shocked gas leading out of a galaxy. It is very unusual and so one of the only possible explanations for it is a supermassive black hole that got ejected from its host galaxy. 

The paper refers to it as a runaway black hole, and sometimes I say that too, but it’s not like the black hole is moving under its own power (as opposed to that hypothetical jet-propelled motion I drew a year ago). What happened is that it had gravitational interactions with two other supermassive black holes in the galaxy, and three body interactions are chaotic. Typically when you have three bodies interacting gravitationally, the least massive object gets completely flung away. 

And so that is why this poor black hole has a frowny face. He’s essentially been kicked out of what could have been his home, and never again will he find another place with enough concentration of matter for him to eat. Now he will traverse the endless dark between galaxies, forever to remain cold and lifeless, never to know the warmth and happiness of a well-stocked accretion disk. I feel kind of bad for him, really.

(This is the paper, if you’re curious: https://arxiv.org/abs/2302.04888)

[eryiss]

Online, On Cam, On All Fours [Fraxus One Shot]

Summary: Freed became a camboy to get himself through college, but his online fame blew up and he grew to love it. The only issue was his boyfriend of two months didn't know. Not until he walked in on Freed on all fours, mid show, dressed in a playboy bunny costume. Needless to say, Freed didn't need to worry about Laxus' reaction. Not at all.

Notes: This was written for a request I got quite a long time ago, and I'm very sorry it took this long. I made it longer than I was anticipating, so I hope that makes up for it. Also, Freed is very submissive in this, hope it doesn't come across as too OOC. Hope you all enjoy.

Links: FFN, Ao3

Online, On Cam, On All Fours

Freed dressed with shaking hands.

He slid the PVC bunny suit over his body, the tightness of it clinging to every aspect of his body. His abs were obvious, pecs hugged, and his bulge obscene. The fishnet stockings were stretched against his strong thighs, and once the outfit was on, he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked equal parts humiliated and sexy; exactly what his viewers wanted from him.

Being a camboy hadn't been in his plans. He was a poor college student, and Bickslow said a guy like him could make good money doing a cam show once or twice a month. He had done one, and it had been a success. More than a success. It had been insane how much money he'd made. Now, he had three shows each week, each garnering thousands of regular viewers who gave money to see him fuck himself, moan, whine and cum in various ways. There was one thing consistent between each show; he was submissive to his viewers.

That was why, still with shaking hands, he slid the bunny ears onto his head, finishing the outfit.

The bunny suit had been a request from his viewers, who all seemed to share the fantasy of having a subservient bunny at their mercy. Freed had said they'd only get that if they donated a certain goal in one night, thinking they'd never do it. He had underestimated them and had been forced to order the suit live and show them proof while they filled the chat box with their fantasies. Freed would never admit he had jerked off three times that night; something about the control he was giving up had made him so hard.

Every time he had jerked off, Laxus took the place of those faceless commenters. Those fantasies had been so vivid, but so impossible. He couldn't let Laxus know of his more submissive tendencies; not when Laxus had no idea about that side of him.

No, he couldn't think about Laxus right then.

He pulled out his phone and opened the app he used for his shows. He tapped on the donate button and gifted himself a ten dollar donation. He winced in anticipation and then, as expected, the vibrator pushed tight against his prostate burst to life, buzzing and humming as it vibrated for ten torpor hours seconds. The repetitive rutting of the toy against his prostate drew out a groan, and his dick dragged against the tight material of the suit to create an already exquisite feeling of closeness.

Even though the suit had been delivered a week ago, this was the first time he wore it. He'd hidden it away, and it had taunted him in his dreams. Vivid fantasies about Laxus finding it and showing a new side of him. A side where that confidence and cockiness expanded into pure domination.

Freed was palming his cock as he thought back to those dreams. The rubber of the suit was so constrictive that every push of his hand was infinitely more intense than it should be.

In the dreams, Laxus would show Freed the suit he had found. He would smirk, hole Freed's gaze and not speak. He'd wait, wait for Freed to give in and take the suit from him. He'd watch as Freed changed into it, and always laughed when Freed was fully dressed. What happened next was always different; sometimes he forced Freed on his knees to suck his cock, sometimes he made Freed serve him in countless degrading ways for a full day, and sometimes he tore a hole out of the back of the suit and fucked him nard and rough.

"N-Ngh," Freed's grunt caught him unaware, and he pulled his hand away.

He hadn't cum for a week. Laxus had been away doing a college placement, and Freed had taken a week off from his shows to make the bunny stream more interesting. He had a rule; he didn't cum when he wasn't with Laxus or on cam. It made his shows more interesting and the sex with Laxus so much more intense. But a week without orgasm had left him needy and sensitive. He needed to stop before he came; his viewers wouldn't appreciate that. Once the cam was on, he was nothing but a servant for their desires and fetishes, and if nothing else Freed was dedicated to perfection.

Clenching his entire body, he forced his cock back to softness. He readjusted the outfit, so his crotch bulged as obscenely as possible. He had learned early on that often a good bulge was better than no clothes at all. Seeing almost everything without seeing anything at all.

Fuck, Freed loved this. He loved it. The power of submission. Degradation while in full control.

He opened the streaming program on his laptop and hooked it up to the camera. He could see how many viewers were waiting for the show to start - more than two thousand; a pretty good ego boost - and took a few steps back. The camera feed was shown on his laptop screen, and his whole body was on show. Nothing to hide, no sense of shame. A man in a bunny suit.

Using the remote for the camera, he clicked the video on. He had a second to get into position, hands behind his back, head bowed, and then the show had begun. Thousands of men were watching him, faceless men who paid to see him cum. It was thrilling.

The chat box exploded.

'Holy shit!'

'He did it.'

'Fucking bitch'

'Hell yeah.'

'His thighs! His abs!'

'Let me fuck ya Rune Boy. I'd make ya feel it!'

'He's blushing haha'

Bolstered by the comments, Freed slowly began to act. He moved so his hands were on his head, fingers laced together. The suit hiked up a little, clinging to him tighter and leaving nothing hidden. He slowly began to turn, allowing the men in his audience to see his whole body, front and back. He knew how tight the outfit was on his ass, and when he slowly turned back to the camera.

"Hello gentlemen," He said into the camera. "I hope this is everything you hoped it would be."

Another flurry of messages filled the chat box, too many for Freed to read. He remained standing with his hands on his head, stretching slightly, allowing his viewers to see his body shifting and straining against the suit. They liked his muscles; liked the control of a strong man.

Once the chat box started getting restless, he moved. He walked to his bed, slowly sauntering with his ass to the camera. He climbed onto the bed and crawled into position. He turned to face the camera, zoomed it in with the remote, and smirked into the lens.

"I hope you're ready, sirs," He teased. "I'm about to make you feel so good."

He pulled out a large dildo - not as big as Laxus' dick, a part of his mind commented - and lowered himself down so that he was on all fours, the dildo planted firmly at his lips. He didn't touch it yet, leaving his lips less than an inch away from the silicone head. He looked directly into the camera with the dirtiest expression he could muster.

"I'm turning the donations on," He said, voice low and sultry. "You all know my rule. Show me no mercy."

He pushed the button that opened the donations, and plunged down on the dildo, sucking it as if it were a real cock. He got half way down the shaft before the vibrator buried inside him burst to life again. He groaned, the sound muffled by the dildo as he opened his throat and deepthroated it.

The feeling of a full throat was heavenly, and Freed pushed the dildo as far down as he could get it. The buzzing of the vibrator pushed against his prostate in such a beautiful way, teasing in its pleasure and so close to ecstasy. He arched his back without thinking as he bobbed his head up and down, the tightness of his outfit pushing the vibrator further inside him, up against his prostate further.

He let out a shuddering moan, pulling off the dildo and getting on his knees. He spread his legs wide, allowing an unhindered view to his cock as it plumped back to hardness. His viewers loved it when they could see him coming hard.

'YES!'

'Look at him. He fucking loves it.'

'Yeah baby suck my cock.'

'Fuck the noises he makes are so hot'

'That suit is so hot.'

Spurred on by the praise, he lowered himself to all fours again. He sucked the dildo hard and fast, spit flying everywhere as he raised and lowered his head. The vibrations in his ass were driving him wild, and he pushed his ass up high to push the vibrator further inside of him.

A mess of moans, grunts and gags were sliding out of his mouth, and his eyes fluttered closed. There was no shame nor dignity in his actions, just indulgence in his pleasure. He was putting on a show, and he would make it good.

"Holy shit," Freed moaned, pulling off the dildo, lips against the head. "You're really being - ahh, fuck - nasty today. Hasn't stopped once."

He plunged his mouth down on the dildo again, deepthroating it. Once at the bottom, he opened his eyes to give the camera the dirty look he knew that drove his audience wild. When his eyes fluttered open, he noticed something was wrong.

His laptop had been turned around.

He looked up, eyes furrowing. His heart hammered in his chest when he saw that someone was standing behind the camera. He looked up, taking in thick thighs, a narrow waist, a strong chest, a firm jaw, a scar over handsome eyes, and the cockiest, most sadistic smirk Freed had ever seen.

Laxus was there. Laxus was in the room. Laxus could see him. Laxus was… enjoying it. Immensely, if the bulge in his pants was reflective.

Holy shit.

Freed had no idea what to do, he was frozen. He had hidden this from Laxus - they hadn't been dating for too long, and he didn't know how to bring it up - and now Laxus had walked in on him like this. Sucking a dildo balls deep, while dressed in a latex playboy bunny outfit. Humiliation flooded him, which made his cock harder rather than softer.

He couldn't do anything but gape at Laxus, not knowing what the hell to do. Laxus was still smirking, crossing his large arms over his chest as he curled up an eyebrow.

"Well, look what I found," He said, voice low. Sexy and terrifying. "A little bunny, having fun without me."

He wanted to speak but he knew he couldn't, and he slowly removed his lips from around the dildo. He wanted to respond, but then a burst of pleasure from the vibrator cut through him. He was looking directly at Laxus when it happened, and a moan filled the silence between them. Laxus laughed, and raised his phone, which held the donation sight.

"Works just like I thought," Laxus taunted, then looked down at the screen. "A lot of people wanna know who I am. You ain't told 'em about me, huh?"

"I-I," Freed stammered.

His words dried out, because Laxus tugged off his shirt, showing the fucking incredible body that plagued Freed's dreams. This body was so strong, so powerful, that Freed was addicted to it. The pure masculinity Laxus held was like tinder to Freed, setting him aflame with lust. He didn't question why Laxus had taken off his shirt, and just enjoyed the view.

Laxus pants went next, and Freed swallowed at the tightness of the grey boxers he was wearing. Then, the boxers were gone too, and Laxus' fat, long cock was hard and pointing directly at Freed. He swallowed at the sight, his own cock straining in the latex.

"What are you-" Freed began in a whisper, but the domineering glare Laxus gave him shut him up.

"I'm gonna give your little viewers the show they deserve, Bunny Boy," Each word was like ice, but it drove Freed wild. "And I'm gonna stop ya from wasting time with little fucking toys, when you've got a man in the house."

Laxus tore the dildo from Freed's grasp and tossed it away. Then, without hesitation, Laxus stepped in front of the camera, turning the laptop back around so Freed could see the chat box. It was flooded with messages of appreciation, and when Freed turned to look at Laxus, he got why. Laxus was lounging back on the bed, hands behind his head with muscles flexing and cock hard. His abs were contracting, chest raising and falling, and the warmth of the day gave him a sheen of sweat. He had never looked more like a pornstar, and Freed's mouth went dry.

"What are you waiting for?" Laxus snapped, and the harshness of it sent a chill down Freed's spine. "Stop gawking at me and suck my fucking cock, Boy."

Holy shit, this was a fantasy come true.

This was real, and it was hotter than any dreams. Laxus was dominating him, using him for his pleasure, and doing it on cam. Everyone was watching, everyone was enjoying it. Strange men were jerking off at Freed's subjugation to Laxus' whim. People were going to cum because Laxus was in control of Freed.

He was on the bed before he could think it, the drag and pull of the bunny suit on his cock as he moved was a teasing torture. He had to fight back to rut against it, and when he looked at Laxus' unimpressed expression he refocused his attention.

Right now, he had a dominant. A man to please. A task to complete.

Without hesitation, he got on all fours again and lowered his lips to Laxus' cock. It was warm, thick, and tasted so good. He pulled his teeth back and lowered his head down, taking in the impressive girth with slight difficulty. Half way down and he was gagging, and a hand wrapped into his hair. It wasn't comforting, nor gentle. Instead, it was harsh, and Laxus used it to push Freed further down his cock. He choked around it, face burying into Laxus' thick blonde pubes.

Laxus began to fuck his throat, not showing any mercy. Freed's head was rocked back and forth with powerful control, and he loved every second of it. The loss of control, the feeling of being desired and lusted after, the knowledge his body was making Laxus feel good. It was heaven.

A torrent of cusses and moans were leaving Laxus' lips, and it drove Freed mad. He used every trick he knew to make the blowjob the best goddamn thing Laxus had ever felt, and it was working. Laxus' face was contorted in pleasure, and he was trying to hold it back. When Laxus looked down, Freed smirked around his dick.

That, apparently, was a mistake.

Laxus glared down and fucked his hips high in a nasty thrust. Freed choked on it, but Laxus' grasp on his hair meant he couldn't move his head. Laxus fucked again and again, uncaring for Freed's gagging and groaning.

"Fuck!" Laxus yelled.

Freed was suddenly pulled off of Laxus' cock and was face to face with the impressive slit. Freed was slack jawed, panting to regain his breath as Laxus removed one hand from his hair, and wrapped it around his own dick.

Cum splattered out of his cock as Laxus roared out an orgasm. Spurt after spurt of Laxus' hot, incredible cum was plastered onto Freed's face. It fell across his cheeks, falling to his lips, and splattering into his eyelashes. He couldn't wipe it off - he doubted Laxus would allow it - and he remained panting. Laxus smirked down at him with such a look of sadistic contentment that it settles deep into Freed's stomach, mesmerising him completely.

Laxus reached out, past Freed's head for something. Freed saw as the camera was lifted from the tripod and pushed in his face. It captured him completely; dressed humiliatingly and covered in his dominant's cum.

"Let 'em see what you are," Laxus murmured the demand. "A little bunny bitch, covered in the cum of a real man." He roamed the camera all over Freed, then wore a nasty grin. "Why don't you tell 'em, actually."

"What?" Freed asked.

"Tell your audience what you are."

"I-I'm a bitch," Saying the words… it was arguably more intense than the blow job. Laxus motioned him to continue. "I'm… I'm a little bunny bitch covered in a real man's cum."

"Hell yeah you are," Laxus murmured. He placed the camera back on the tripod. He pulled Freed across his lap, grinning as he spoke again. "Fucking kinky son of a bitch, don't know how you hid that from me for so long. But you were happy letting all your viewers know that you like it rough and nasty, huh? Were you ashamed of showing me the bitch side of ya? That it?"

"No," Freed stammered. "I just didn't-"

"You have any idea how much I was holding back when I fucked you?" Laxus grinned. He seemed pleased, not angry. "I wanted to go rough with you. So fucking rough. And now, I know I can. You want that, bunny boy? You want a good hard fuck?"

"Yes," Freed panted.

Oh god, he wanted that so much! And the idea that Laxus had been holding back was thrilling, because Laxus has always been strong and tactile in bed. He had always fucked hard, and that had apparently been him holding back? Freed needed to know what that was like. Now.

"Bet your viewers would like that, huh," Laxus taunted. "Seeing you spread out on the sheets. Filled with my cock. Moaning and whining and screaming for it harder. Bet you were holding it back every time we fucked, right."

"Yes," Freed admitted. And then, before he could think, he spoke again. "Sir."

"Good," Laxus purred. He cupped the globe of Freed's firm ass and stroked it. "And I would have fucked you, and I would have made it so good, but you're already full. You've got a toy up there, not me. So, I guess I gotta play with you some other way," His tone suddenly became harsh. "On all fours, look down the camera."

Freed did as he was told, eye contact held with the camera. He felt the bed moving around him, and suddenly Laxus was pressed up against him. His torso against Freed's back, his breath whispering at the back of Freed's neck, his still hard cock pressed between Freed's tight cheeks.

"Now," Laxus purred, and Freed fought the urge to look away from the camera. "A show this good ain't free. And I'm pretty damn sure my vocal little bitch here would be moaning if that vibe was working. So, you bastards better get donating again."

Holy shit.

An explosion of pleasure filled him, and he rutted back, groaning as he felt Laxus' fat dick between his cheeks. Laxus grinned and rolled his hips, putting a hand on Freed's waist to steady him. The feeling of all of Laxus' bulk pressed around him was indescribable.

Suddenly, the hand that was steadying him wrapped around his waist, then cupped his dick through the latex. Laxus' wasn't subtle with how he started to pump his cock. The rough, quick moves and the tight fabric wrapped around him made the jerking far too intense for Freed to deal with, and he struggled to maintain eye contact with the camera as he rocked his body to and fro.

Laxus was kissing and biting at his neck, slowly rotating his hips to toy with Freed. Even just flicking the crease of Freed's ass drove Freed man, and he wasn't able to stop a moan ripping out of him.

A week's worth of pleasure bubbled up inside of him, and the sight of himself on the laptop was bringing it to a boil. This damn costume, Laxus' dominating control, and the constantly moving chat box were all driving him insane. The partial fucking, the pumping of his trapped cock, and the hoarseness of his throat from Laxus' dick was like a fantasy come to life. There was so much stimulation, so much to feel and to enjoy.

Objectification had never been this good.

"I'm gonna-" Freed began, then Laxus grabbed his balls and squeezed them tight. It hurt and cut off the incoming orgasm.

"No, you ain't," Laxus snarled. "I wanna hear you say it again. Say what you are, loud and proud. Make sure every horny goddamn bastard who jerks off to you knows what you are. Then I'll let ya cum."

"I'm a bitch," Freed said, as loud as his voice would allow.

"More," Laxus said as he squeezed his balls tighter.

"I'm your bitch," Freed continued. "Just yours. Nobody else's. Please let me cum."

"More."

"I'm just a toy for you, I know I am. I'm here to make people cum, I'm here to make you cum." Freed whimpered, tears pricking at his eyes. "Please. Please let me cum."

"No," Laxus whispered. He pulled away, and Freed sobbed to himself. He watched as Laxus reached for his phone, unlocked it and showed it to Freed. It was the donation page. "'Donate a hundred dollars and give me hell.' Who could resist that?" Laxus tapped the screen and donated the hundred dollars. Freed's pupils dilated, anticipation flooding him. Laxus grinned, leant back, and spoke again. "Finish your performance, Freed. Give 'em what they want."

Suddenly, Laxus was off the bed and behind the camera, pumping his cock while watching Freed. Freed let out a shuddering breath, got on his hands and knees, and looked into the camera.

The vibrator suddenly inflated in his ass, pulsing and growing and stretching inside of him. The burn was insane and the vibrations against his prostate were making his body scream for more. His hand went to his cock, and he pumped and tugged at it without restraint, fucking his fist as the latex rubbed against his sensitive cock head.

He looked down the camera but could see Laxus lazily jerking off. It only drove Freed more crazy as his blood began to boil and a pain filled pleasure built up inside him. He rutted and groaned and jerked as the urge to cum grew and grew.

"Ah," Freed yelled, jerking his head as he desperately tried to keep looking at the camera. "Fuck!"

"That's right," Laxus purred. "Cum, bitch."

Pleasure, like fire, burned away at him. His cock was filled with pain as the orgasm rocked his body, and it was euphoria. He fucked his fist like an animal, pumping and milking every last drop cum from his balls. He threw his head back, exploding the hickeys Laxus gave him to the camera as the bunny ears fell back on the bed. He thrust and bucked and groaned as he came, uncaring of anything but how good he was feeling.

He'd never been like this on cam before. So loud, so exposed, so free. It was so good.

The moaning subsided, replaced by panting as he looked back down to the camera. On his laptop, he was debauched and sweaty, a mess. The front of the bunny outfit was stained with a week's worth of cum, his entire body was red and flushed, and he had the most blissed out expression he'd ever worn.

Suddenly, the laptop was shut for, behind, the camera automatically shuttering closed. He looked up, panting as he saw Laxus was still pumping his hard cock.

"Show's over," He grunted, stepping forward. "Get that fucking outfit off. You look real pretty like that, and it'd be a shame if I ripped it up getting it off ya."

"Oh?" Freed panted, words failing him.

"You're gonna wear it again for me. A lot," Laxus grinned, and Freed felt like a trapped animal. He loved it. "But right now, I'm gonna fuck you like you deserve. So, get it off. Now!"

Freed had never been more willing to follow an order in his life.

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It had been a week since Laxus had walked in on Freed's cam show. A week since they had shown their true selves when it came to sex. A week since their sex life had turned from a restrained yet satisfactory vanilla to a sadomasochistic delight for the two of them.

For Laxus, it had been one of the best things that had happened to him. He had always had a small sadistic side, especially when it came to men he liked. There was something about taking a man, the more prideful and dignified the better, and turning them into a moaning, writhing, needy mess with just his words and his body. Not everyone liked it, of course, so Laxus didn't talk about it often. His relationship with Freed was too good to risk, so he had pulled back on sadism as much as he could and tried to be content with that.

But then he'd seen Freed dressed like that. Looking like that. Deepthroating the toy like that. Every masterful, sadistic impulse screamed at him to take control and do everything he had wanted to do to Freed from the first time he saw him. And the best thing was, he now knew Freed wanted that too.

No man was more prideful and dignified than Freed Justine and undoing him had been a pleasure.

The fact Freed was a cam boy had been a surprise, but a welcome one. Not only did it mean Laxus' domination had an audience - a fetish Laxus didn't know about until given the opportunity - but it also meant he had months' worth of subby Freed videos to watch when he wanted to. Who could be angry at that? That, and the many many toys Freed had accrued for his shows that Laxus could play with, meant Laxus was joyful about this new development.

Every night since, Laxus and Freed fell to their base urges. Freed on his knees, Laxus standing over him. It had been perfect, and it was great comparing the subservient man in the bedroom to the arrogant man who had just approached Laxus.

"That's another strike to me," Freed stated, smirking as he looked at the scoreboard for their bowling game. It was date night, and Freed had insisted they play. Seeing just how much Freed was winning, it was obvious why. "You're aware you literally cannot win at this point, aren't you? I hope you're not too upset."

"Nah, I'm okay with it," Laxus shrugged, standing up and placing his hands on Freed's waist. "Actually, I'm pretty happy."

"And why is that?"

"The cockier they are, the harder they fall," Laxus smirked. He leant in and whispered into Freed's ear. "I haven't seen your tight little ass in that bunny suit for a whole week. You're gonna wear it tonight and do whatever I say. So, you can kick my ass as much as you want, but when we get home, I'm spanking your ass much worse. You understand me?"

Freed swallowed, and Laxus felt the twitch of Freed's growing cock against his thigh as he pulled away. Freed looked shocked and desperate, and Laxus loved the expression as much as Freed's whispered words.

"Yes sir."

[ragingbookdragon]

You Light The Spark In My Bonfire Heart

Kyle Rayner x Batbro One-Shot

Word Count: 2.7K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: I HAVEN'T HAD ANY WIFI ALL DAY BUT NOW I DO AND this is my new obsession and pair and you can tear it from my cold dead hands. Enjoy! -Thorne

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Kyle had an easy morning routine: get up, eat breakfast, brush teeth, workout, shower, drink protein shake, and draw. It was simple and effective, and helped him maintain a sense of normalcy that he didn’t always have when he was up in space. He typically started out with sketching small things, mostly faces and limbs from memory, the occasional suit redesign, then he’d get into the bigger works, drawing comic panels and the commissions he had. And while Kyle loved to be up in space, to be a Green Lantern, drawing felt like coming home to him, like it was the natural state. That being said, he didn’t love being interrupted when he was in the middle of something important—it was bad for the groove.

***

As the second round of knocking sounded on his door, Kyle grunted and stood from his desk, padding through the hallway to his front door; he flicked the lock and pulled open the door, surprise etching across his face when he saw the eldest Wayne leaning against the door frame—rather cockily, Kyle added, because the soldier’s arm was propped on the frame, the other stuck in the side-pocket of his dark tactical bomber jacket.

“Good morning, Kyle,” he greeted with a smirk. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

The Lantern blinked, shaking his head. “Uh, no, you’re not, (Y/N).” he looked at him. “What are you doing here?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “Had some business to take care of for my dad, and since I was in the area, I figured I’d drop by and see if you wanted to get some lunch with me.”

Kyle took a moment to lean out the doorway slightly, looking down the stretched hallway. “How’d you know where I live?”

“Please, a magician never reveals his secrets,” he deflected coolly, gazing at Kyle. “What do you say? Wanna get some lunch? I know a really good sports bar that serves great food.”

He looked back at (Y/N) and smiled. “Yeah. Let me go get dressed.”

The soldier merely winked in return and with fumbling hands, Kyle managed to shut the door before his cheeks burst into flames, hurrying back to his bedroom to pull together an outfit that would impress the man.

***

Kyle almost dropped to his knees when he saw the car parked outside his apartment building, and (Y/N) knew it too, because he chirped, “Gorgeous, isn’t she?”

He nodded dumbly. “Is this a McLaren 720S?”

“Mhm.” He opened the doors and slid into the driver’s seat, looking through the passenger door. “Coming?”

“Am I ever,” Kyle breathed, climbing into the seat, immediately running his hands along the dashboard and seat. “I’m in love.”

“Wait till you hear her purr,” (Y/N) said, closing the doors, and pushing the ignition. The sports car roared to life and he grinned at the way Kyle’s face melted. “Yeah, she’s a beauty.” He put the car in drive and looked through the side mirror, then pulled out onto the street.

“Is this one of your dad’s cars?”

“Nah, I bought this for myself a couple months ago.” He pulled the sunglasses from his t-shirt and put them on. “This and an Audi TT.”

Kyle huffed a laugh. “Jesus, you billionaires live it up, don’t you?”

(Y/N) smiled. “Hey, I live life in the fast lane. Might as well drive in it too.” He pushed a button on the touch screen and music filtered through the speakers, and Kyle’s face pinched in confusion. “What?”

“This isn’t—James Blunt isn’t the music I figured you’d play.”

“What’d you think I’d be listening too? Rock?” he chuckled, turning the volume down a bit. “Don’t get me wrong, I listen to all kinds of rock music, but I figured you’d want something easy rather than head-bang your brains out rock.” (Y/N) stopped at a red light and glanced over. “You can look through the artists on my phone if you want.”

Kyle shook his head, relaxing into the seat as the melody flowed through him. “No, I like this artist.” The soldier merely smiled in return, pressing the gas pedal again, and Kyle suddenly remembered something. “Speaking of artist, I saw the canvas in your bedroom the other day. Do you draw?”

(Y/N) hummed. “Not like you. It’s more of a pastime than a lifestyle.”

“You’re good at it. You’re painting your family in their suits. Details and designs included.” The artist regarded him with impression. “That takes skill.”

“I’d like to think I just have a steady hand and a lot of patience for stressful tasks.” (Y/N) turned the wheel, coming up behind a line of cars. “It’s an easy way for me to relax and mentally run through past events.”

“Like what?” Kyle questioned curiously.

(Y/N)’s eyes narrowed, but not in a loathing way, more of a thoughtful one. “Missions, conversations, things I could’ve done differently, things I will do differently.” He shrugged again. “Painting for me is just a time when I think about everything and nothing.”

“Well, you’re great at it, (Y/N).”

He snorted. “It’s just a bunch of paintings of my family and friends and military shit.”

Kyle blinked and leaned over. “Wait, is that painting in the den—”

“The one of the F-18 Super Hornet?”

“Yeah. You painted that?”

(Y/N) nodded. “Yep. I got Hal Jordan to take me up in one a few years ago and decided to commemorate the trip.”

“Wow,” the Lantern breathed. “I stared at that canvas for at least an hour the first time I saw it. I was just so blown away by how amazing it was.” He chuckled and shook his head. “And to find out, you drew it and not some world-famous painter.”

“Hey, I could be world famous if I wanted.” (Y/N) shot back, turning onto a less busy backstreet. “I just choose to retain my talents for family and friends.”

“Because of your job?”

“That too.” He agreed. “My squad and I take careful precautions to avoid our faces being seen during any missions for the safety of our families.” His face turned as solemn as his voice. “We do what we do to make the world safer. To keep our families and friends safe. It’s imperative that we’re not seen.”

Kyle cocked a brow. “But you’re Bruce Wayne’s son?”

“I am,” he nodded. “But I’m not as…out as the rest of my siblings. You’d be able to recognize them from press photos, but me not so much.” (Y/N) pulled into a parking spot outside the bar. “People only recognize me when they see the name on the credit cards. And I prefer to keep it that way.” A goofy smile crossed his lips. “The high life isn’t for me.”

“Says the man that drives a 710 horsepower sports car.” Kyle shot back with a grin of his own and (Y/N) stuck his tongue out as he turned the car off and opened the doors.

“Okay, I’m not actively in the high life but that doesn’t mean I don’t like luxury.” He closed the car doors and opened the front door to the bar for Kyle. “After you.”

“Thank you.” He replied, and walked inside, only stopping to turn and ask, “Do you want to sit at the bar or a table?”

(Y/N) tipped his head to the side. “I’m down with both, but I like the bar more.”

“Bar it is,” Kyle said and slid into one of the chairs, (Y/N) the other, and an older man wandered over.

“Well, I’ll be damned, is that (Y/N) Wayne I see?”

He turned, expression morphing into joy as he reached out and shook the older man’s hand. “Jack, it’s good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you son. How’ve you been?”

“Ah, you know me, sir. Nothin’ changing but the weather.”

Jack snorted. “And the desert where you dig sand outta your ass.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “Damn straight.” He looked at Kyle. “Kyle, I’d like you to meet Jack Dagher. He’s an old CO of mine.”

Kyle shook the man’s hand. “Pleasure to meet you, sir.”

“It’s all mine,” Jack replied. “It’s been a while since (Y/N) brought anybody here.”

At that, Kyle turned to the soldier who was busy looking anywhere but his face. “Is that so?”

“Oh yeah. Sonovabitch doesn’t bring his dates here unless he really likes ‘em.”

(Y/N) coughed, glaring at the man. “Alright, we get it. Aren’t you supposed to be taking orders?”

Jack gave him a smug look in return. “What can I get you boys to drink?”

“I’ll take a beer,” Kyle said, and Jack rolled his eyes.

“No shit, kid. What kind?”

(Y/N) snickered as Kyle flushed. “Uh, a Heineken.”

Jack sighed. “And he had such potential. (Y/N)?”

“Gimme a strawberry daiquiri then water after.”

“Still ordering fruity drinks, huh?”

“Hey, they get you drunk faster than horse piss does, you old fart.” He shot back and the old man chuckled.

“Touché.” He slapped the bar. “I’ll bring those to you with an order of chili fries.”

“Thanks Jack,” (Y/N) smiled, watching the man walk off before turning to Kyle who was watching one of the baseball games. “You like sports?”

He tipped his head side to side. “I don’t not like them. I was never a sporty kid in school, but I like watching them.” He looked at the solider. “What were you like in school? Jock or prep?”

“Probably a bit of both,” he answered. “I played sports and had the highest grades.” Shrugging, he added, “And being a Wayne boosted me into the top tier of schools, so, there’s that. To be honest, I think all of us Wayne kids were and are a mixture of every stereotypical category.”

“I can see that,” Kyle laughed. “Especially with Jason and Dick.”

“Shit, I was talking about Timmy.” (Y/N) said. “That kid’s a grade A nerd.”

“He is, isn’t he?”

The two of them laughed and a woman placed their drinks in front of them, both giving their thanks as they took sips.

“Can I ask you something, (Y/N)?”

“My muscles are one hundred percent real. Especially my abs. Which you’re allowed to feel on in envy if you want.”

Kyle snorted into his beer, wiping his mouth. “No!” a few more chuckles passed his lips as he wiped the bar. “Are you…you know…?”

“A Leo?” (Y/N) offered with a smile, but his eyes told Kyle he knew exactly what the Lantern was asking, and he said, “I like the liquor, but I don’t care what label it has on it.”

The other man smiled. “Yeah, that makes sense.”

“But if you want the technical term, I am pansexual.” He regarded Kyle a moment. “You?”

“Bisexual.”

His lips pulled in an impressed fashion. “Pretty fly for a bi guy.”

Kyle gaped at him for a moment, then shoved (Y/N) in the side as he buried his face in his arms and laughed. “You’re so stupid.”

“Ah thank you,” he grinned. “I get it from my old man.”

“You,” he cut himself off with a cackle. “do not get that from him.”

“Look, you know the big man in the suit. You don’t know the complete goober we live with,” (Y/N) chuckled, smiling at the waitress who placed menus in front of them; he picked his up and flipped through it.

“What do you recommend?”

“Hmm…anything with bacon on it.” He showed the menu. “If you like salads, get the steak and blue cheese one, it’s fantastic. Or if you’re more into tacos, they’ve got these awesome shrimp carnitas with chili peppers.”

Kyle’s brows furrowed as he looked the menu over. “What are you gonna get?”

“My usual. Tomahawk steak with garlic butter and mashed potatoes.” (Y/N) groaned and rested his head back. “I haven’t had a good steak in months, and I can just taste it already.”

“So, you’re a meat and potatoes kind of man?”

He grinned, keeping his eyes closed. “Unlike the cup noodle and Hawaiian roll man beside me.”

“Ouch. Hit me where it hurts.”

“C’mon Kyle, hit me with your best shot.”

“Better watch it, (Y/N),” he grinned. “You might be the next notch in my pencil case.”

“You’re such a nerd.”

***

“Holy crap,” Kyle breathed, hands resting lightly on his stomach. “I’m stuffed.”

(Y/N) moaned. “Stick a fork in me. I’m done.”

“Done?” their waitress laughed. “You haven’t even finished your desserts yet!”

“Oh God, don’t make me,” the Lantern whined. “I’ll explode.” He looked over. “(Y/N), take one for the team.”

“Pass,” he replied. “I think I’ve gained ten pounds just looking at the rest of the cheesecake.”

The woman laughed. “I’ll wrap the leftovers for you boys.” She wandered off, leaving them alone, and a blaring ringtone filled the space between.

(Y/N) jumped a little, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Do you mind if I get this really quick?”

Kyle shook his head. “Go ahead.”

He slid his thumb along the bottom and rested the phone on the bar. “This is Wayne.”

Captain! Finally. I’ve been texting you all afternoon.

“I know,” he snorted. “I’ve been ignoring it.”

Yeah well, the longer you ignore me the slower it takes for the radar dish to get replaced.

“What are you talking about?” (Y/N) asked. “I thought you’d procured one.”

I did. Then the buyer told me I wasn’t registered for official military hardware.

He frowned. “That’s odd. You did contact Thomas, right?”

Yeah. Beady eyed looking motherfucker who serves on the George Washington, right?

“That’s him.” (Y/N) hummed. “Tell you what, I’ll call him later this evening and get it all sorted out, yeah?”

Sounds good. Hey, did you take that guy out yet? Your little brother won’t stop texting me about some twinkie you’re into.”

(Y/N) froze as he felt Kyle’s eyes drilling into the side of his head and he stuttered, “Uh, Nadeen, now’s not the best time.”

What do you mean best—oh…ohhhhhh. I, uh, I gotta go, Captain.

“Yep. Bye.” He locked the phone and shoved it back into his pocket, refusing to meet Kyle’s eyes. “So…you catch the baseball game?”

“Which one of your brother’s thinks I’m a twink?” Kyle asked. “Wait, don’t tell me. It’s Jason, isn’t it?” he grunted in his throat, deadpanning, “I can’t believe my best friend thinks I’m a twink.”

“It’s Dick, actually.” (Y/N) grinned, turning to face him and he reached over, pinching Kyle’s cheek. “It’s just ‘cause you’re so cute and perky.”

The Lantern merely glared at him, griping, “I’m not as strong as you, put I can punch pretty hard.”

“Ooo, those are fighting words,” he shot back with a smirk, letting Kyle go. “Careful, I’m ticklish.”

“I feel like I’m talking to Hal.”

(Y/N) whined, all but collapsing onto Kyle who started snickering. “I’ve just been murdered.” He buried his face in Kyle’s shoulder. “Can’t believe I was just compared to Highball. The world must be coming to an end.”

“Oh, come on, you big baby. You’re not dying.”

“I am!” he turned his head, gazing at Kyle. “You’ll have to carry me to safety.”

“I don’t think I’m strong enough to carry you.”

“Are you calling me fat?”

“I did not say that.”

“You did, but in more words.”

“Alright, now I’m talking to Guy.”

“THAT’S SO MUCH WORSE!”

***

He leaned against the door frame as Kyle unlocked his front door and pushed it open, turning to look at him. “I had a lot of fun today, (Y/N).” he murmured. “Thanks.”

Winking, he replied, “I’m glad you did. I’d like to do it again soon if you want.”

Kyle nodded. “I’d like that.”

They stared at each other for a few moments and (Y/N) smiled, patting the door frame. “Well, I’d better be heading out. Have to get home in time for dinner.” He paused, giving the man a warm look. “Thanks for having lunch with me, Kyle.”

He’d not gotten two feet from the door when Kyle’s hand wrapped around his wrist. “Wait.” He turned and the Lantern leaned forward, pressing his lips to (Y/N)’s cheek. “Be careful on your way back.”

“I will,” he murmured, watching Kyle wave and disappear into his apartment, the door shutting behind him.

[mrskittythulhu]

Red Feathers of a chance encounter

part 1  part3  part4

  Wattpad

(18+) Hawks + fem (y/n) 

It had been a few months since your wild encounter with Dabi. All the marks he left on your body have now faded away. His touch, his taste and his dark voice became nothing more than a memory you wish you could move on from. Despite the new rumors that circulated about you when you came home disheveled something did remain the same, your ‘hero’ ex-boyfriend still kept tabs on you.

One benefit from your night with Dabi was that your Ex finally got the hint that the relationship was over. Word quickly got around about how you ‘cheated’ on your boyfriend or some wild spin like that. This gave you the opportunity to tell others how it was over and finally people listed even if they reacted poorly towards you. You would rather be hated for something you did than be hated for the lies he created around you.

For a couple of weeks things were quiet. No messages, no extra heroes ‘patrolling’ your neighborhood and best of all you had not seen your Ex. Life became simple go to work, stop at the corner store on days you needed food, then home. Unfortunately, nothing good can last forever.

At first you thought you were being overly paranoid when you got jumpy overshadows moving in the corner of your eyes. At night you would hear rattling outside your window despite your apartment being high up on the fifth floor. Your uncomfortable feelings became validated when you were walking home from work you noticed your Ex leaning on the wall of a nearby building. He was in his hero uniform acting like he was on patrol, but you knew he was watching you again. This was his typical intimidation tactic. When you locked eyes with him, he winked then started walking away.

Weekend finally arrived and you had a free day to unwind. Tired of feeling cooped up inside your apartment you took your book to the near by park. After a short walk you found yourself peacefully seated under a tree in the center of the park. The distant sound of wildlife and children playing echoed around you.

Twenty minutes into your peaceful reading a shadow loomed over you. Feeling the ominous presence of someone hovering over you, slowly you looked up to be face to face with the last person you wanted to see.

“Fuck”, you cursed quietly to yourself as you met is smug expression. He even had the nerve to show up in his hero uniform. Another one of his classic intimidation tactics. He knew that if you drew attention in anyway, he could claim you were hysterical and as a ‘hero’ he was just there to ‘help’. This forced all public conversations to stay quiet leaving you, once again, defenseless.

“Hi there (Y/N) been a while I missed you so much.” His smile was bright as if he had rehearsed in a mirror for hours before finding you here.   “I know we have had some misunderstandings but I’m willing to forgive you for cheating on me because I’m such a standup guy.”

“First of all,” you slammed your book shut and quickly stood to your feet. “Hard to miss someone when you stalk them.” You felt your body shaking from the adrenaline rush, but you needed to get these pent-up words out.  “Two I don’t miss you and lastly, I didn’t cheat on you I dumped you months ago you narcissistic creep.”

You knew your voice was louder than it needed to be and at this point you didn’t care if other people listed in. After living without this walking garbage in your life you refused to go back to how things were before.  Quickly taking the opportunity to walk away you started walking towards the playground. If he wanted to cause a commotion he could try and do it where families could see how he really was.

A tight gloved grip squeezed around your arm. You instinctively started to pull away from him and shout for help. For a brief moment you locked eyes with a woman sitting on a bench by the playground. Your ex kept telling you to quiet down but that only prompted you to scream louder for help. Fear filled your body at the thought of being stuck any longer with this man. Tears pricked at your eyes as your voice became strained from screaming. Frustration took over as you realized no one around you was coming to help.  

Suddenly a ribbon of red swirled around the both of you. The distraction was enough for him to let go of your body. Losing your footing you stumbled to the ground. While sitting there you looked back at your ex who was busy swatting at what looked like red feathers attacking him. A strange loud flapping noise pulled your attention in the opposite direction. Before you could even process anything that was going on your legs lunged you off the ground and into the arms of another man.

The smell of sandalwood quickly filled your nose. A gentle hand wiped at your tears and slowly lifted your face up towards theirs. Golden eyes with sharp black eyeline looked back down at you. A small smile with light facial hair on his chin. Wild windblown blond hair and large bright crimson red wings behind him.

Very suddenly the realization hit you that you were in the arms of the heart throb number 2 hero HAWKS. Your eyes went wide, mouth agape, and cheeks began to burn from sudden embarrassment. His deep husky chuckle was like music to your ears and in that hypnotizing moment was the only thing you could hear. The arm he held you with squeezed you just a bit tighter to his body causing your breast to press into him.

“What the hell Hawks?” your Ex yelled out with rage.  “What are you even doing here this isn’t your territory?”

“Well, when you become a top hero like me EVERY area is your ‘territory’ and why wouldn’t I respond to the cry of this lovely chickadee in distress.” The sweet expression quickly turned dark as hawks was now glairing at your ex. His hold on you was firm but protective. With how close you were to him; you could hear the rustle of his feathers as if he was preparing to use them.

“This is just a lover’s… spat. No reason for you to involve yourself.” You squeezed into the sides of Hawks hoping he wouldn’t believe the lies from your Ex’s mouth. “So just hand her over and fly on by.” Your Ex started to make a shooing motion with his hand. His smug over confidence was pouring out the more he talked. He began spewing out the same lines he used every time someone tried to involve themselves in your public displays with him.

Soft knuckles trailed down your cheek leading to a gentle thumb stroking along your jaw line. His sweet smile was back as he looked down at you.

“Chickadee are you the lover to this angry gorilla?” His words were so gentle, but you could hear the sarcasm in his voice. Being pressed firmly to his muscular chest you were able to feel the rumble of his quiet laughter. His golden eyes sparkled in the light of the sun as he looked down at your shy expression.

“N-no,” you quickly cleared your throat to speak with more confidence. “I dumped him months ago, but he won’t leave me alone.” This was it. This felt like you last chance to have someone believe you about how awful your ex really is.

You felt one of Hawks wings protectively wrap around you as your Ex started to lose his cool. “Dumped me!” Your ex faked a laugh as he started to pace about with his hand flailing in the air. “You cheated on me with that murderous villain.”

Shock filled your body as you looked up to the winged here with wide eyes. He was glairing hard at your ex with unwavering focus on the man erratic movements. You curled into his side more as your ex began to call you a slew of unsavory names. Near by parents began to cover their children’s ears and move away from your drama. Tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you took in his harsh words, but Hawks remained as still as stone.

“So, as you can see your just wasting your time so just hand her over to me.”  Your ex had his palm out eagerly waiting for you to be turned over to him.

“I don’t think so.” Hawks’ words were blunt. You felt his arm wrap around your waist tighter the movement hidden from your ex’s view by his wing.

“Then I’ll take her back by force.” Your ex balled his fist and lunged towards the both of you. Red feathers swiftly propelled the both of you into the air. Once high enough out of reach Hawks sent a wave of feathers towards your Ex within seconds he was pinned to the ground. He continued to curse and scream out until a large red feather covered his mouth muffling his rant.

“You can just stay there until police come and explain yourself to them.” His large wings began to flap hard as he started to fly away from the park. “How about we get you some place safe for now, chickadee.” You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck. He chuckled at your movements while taking out a phone with his free hand. He had a short conversation with who you assumed was the police on the other end where he explained that a hero went rogue in the park.

After a short flight he gently landed on your balcony. Slowly you unwrapped yourself from Hawks body instantly missing his protective touch. You walked over to the sliding door feeling thankful that because you lived so high up you left the door unlocked. While opening the door you missed the inquisitive look that flashed over Hawks face as he watched you.

“Can I offer you something to drink.” You felt awkward about the whole interaction and very uncertain about what to say. I’m sure you have many things you want to ask me after ... well, that.” You shrugged and averted your eyes before walking into the kitchen. Hawks sent a few feathers around your small apartment while your back was turned. When you reached the sink to fill a class with water you looked over to see him plop onto your sofa.

“Is it true chickadee?” He leaned back with his arms behind his head. You could see the grooves of his abs through his thin tight shirt. He placed his feet up onto your coffee table and for a moment you wondered when he had the chance to take off his shoes. His golden eyes watched you walk back into the room.

“Is what true?” You felt hesitant as you handed him a glass of water. His gaze on you felt intimidating like a lion watching over their pray. His smile was deceptively bright and kind. You sat in a on the sofa next to him with as much space you could make between the two of you. Slowly you started to sip on your water. Hawks pretended to drink from his cup before placing it on the coffee table.

“Are you really dating a villain?” You spit out your water and began to cough. Hawks’ deep chuckles echoed alongside your gasping. He pulled you closer to him as he lightly rubbed your back.

You took a breath in as you shook your head ‘no’ to his question. “No -No,” You sternly said. I had a one-night stand a while back but at the time I didn’t know the guy was a villain and I later went to the police about him. I did that after that poor kid was kidnapped and my ex found out about who I slept with from his cop friends.” You started to avoid eye contact with Hawks as quilt over being with Dabi took over.

“You seem to have really bad luck with men, chickadee.” The hand that was resting on your back snaked around to gently stroke up and down your arm. You felt comforted by him and the tears you held in started to come out as relief filled you. He pulled you into a side hug as his free hand wiped away your tears. “Don’t waste your tears on that gorilla.” He gently led your chin up to face him.

There was a pregnant silence as he locked eyes with you. Your blush became intense as you realized the hottie Hawks was in your apartment holding you close to him. “Does that mean you’re single, chickadee?” there was a slight purr to his voice.

“Yess- I’m, I’m single.”  His thumb gently stroked along your jaw line as he kept your focus on him. Your legs stated to rub together, and the subtle shift caused a smug smirk to cross his face.

Hawks slowly leaned in closer to your face tilting, so his breath fanned your ear. “How about I show you want its like to be with a real hero?” When he noticed his sultry words caused you to smile, he lightly rand his nose across your cheek. He pulled his face back away, so you were able to look into his lust filled eyes. His hand was now holding your chin in place dominating your movements. “I need an answer Chickadee... if you want me to continue that is.”

You started to nod your head ‘yes’. Hawks held your face tighter stopping your movements and pulled your face closer to his. His nose lightly grazed yours. “I need words chickadee,” his voice was a sultry deep whisper next to your lips.

“Y-Yes, I…” before you could finish what you wanted to say Hawks crashed his lips on to yours. He pulled away slightly and slipped his thumb into your mouth pulling out your tongue. For only a second you could see the primal lust in his eyes before he started to dominate the inside of your mouth with his tongue.

He smoothly slid you to straddle his lap while still aggressively kiss you. You could hear his feathers fluttering as you both adjusted. His hand tightly gripped your hips as he helped grind you over the thick hard bulge in his pants. You broke the kiss letting out a wonton moan from the sensation. One hand left your hip and started to gently cup your face. On instinct you nuzzled into his hand.

“Such a good girl, (Y/N). My beautiful chickadee.” His praise caused butterflies to spin in the pit of your stomach. His gentle touch caused goose bumps on your skin and each wet kiss left a chill from the air. Blinded by your own lust you were unable to notice when Hawks slit his hand along your clothed slit. “You’re so wet already.” A small squeak escaped you as your face showed your embarrassment at his discovery. You started to stutter out a failed excuse when he quickly began to shush you. “I don’t want to hear anything out of your mouth unless it’s moaning. So how about we take this to a place that’s a bit more comfortable, yeah?”

Even though he had asked you a question it turned out to be rhetorical. He scooped your legs around his waist as he stood up. His hand sneaking large handfuls of your butt with rough squeezes as he walked. His deep kiss distracted you from the fact he knew exactly where he was going in your apartment despite it being the first time he was there.

Your butt gently bounced on the mattress. When he stood before you the only question you had was ‘when did he take off his shirt?’ You didn’t get much time to ponder your thought when his feather lifted your shirt from your body.

His fingers lased into your hair with the other hand deeply massaging one of your breasts as he deeply kissed you. Slowly he leaned you to lay flat on your back with your legs dangling over the edge of your bed.   He pushed your legs apart with firm hands on your thighs. Hawks trailed gentle kisses as he went down your body to your stretchy leggings.  He bit into the soft skin of your lower stomach while slipping is fingers under the hem of your pants.

He tugged your pants off and began to deeply rub his nose across the front of your panties. “You smell so good chickadee. I wonder how many times I can make you cum on my tongue.” He placed a gentle kiss at the top of you clothed lower lips. You could hear his wings adjust as he sat on his knees between your legs. Your legs were placed over his shoulders locked in place by his strong arms.

You placed a hand over your mouth to try and muffle the moans. Hawks noticed stopped his attack of your clothed delicate area and peeked up at you. “I said I wanted to hear you moan my chickadee.” Strong red feathers quickly pinned your wrists above your head. You wiggled in a failed attempt to get free.

“Hawks? AH.. ahhhh Hawks!”

“That’s better. Now be a good girl and cum all over my tongue.”

Hawks slid your panties to the side allowing him to plunge his tongue deep into your entrance. One of his hands danced gently on your clit. More feathers covered your body stroking over sensitive areas of skin. He carefully listened to each moan and hitch of your breath allowing him to adjust quickly to best please you.

“O-God Hawks!” A blinding orgasm crashed over you. He lapped up your juices and slid two fingers inside you while licking up and down your slit. Slowly he pumped his digits while you rode out your high. He slowly scissored and stretch your entrance before slipping a third finger in and increasing the speed of his thrusts. The nonstop pleasure he gave you quickly cause you to cum once again only this time your orgasm crashed harder over you.

“A squirter? Damn that was hot chickadee.” Hawks released his grip on your thigh as he gently licked and sucked up your juices from his fingers. “Spread your legs. I want to see the mess you’ve made.” You felt exhausted trying to catch your breath but somehow managed to open your legs wider for him.

Slowly the stars faded from your vision, and you gazed upon the handsome winged hero that was standing smugly between your limp legs. His face glistened with your juices and your eyes trailed down his chiseled body to see him in only a tight gray boxer brief. His hard twitching bulge was hardly hidden by the cotton fabric. A damp spot of precum started to form. He chuckled watching you drink in the sight of him.

“Hope you’re not tired already because this is nothing. You’re not going to be able to walk once I’m done with you.” He slid his shorts down to freeing his member. It bounced for a moment off his stomach leaving a thin trail of precum. He was long and slender with a thick vain that ran along his length.

“Ready for me?” He knew your eyes were lustfully locked on his member, so he tensed his muscles causing it to bounce a few times. “Like what you see?” His ego could be seen from space, but you couldn’t argue with him in that moment.

Gentle feathers slipped your panties off your body. He drank in the sight of you bare before him. “So beautiful chickadee. I want you so bad. I can't hold back anymore"

With those sweet words he gripped himself and began to rub his head along your slit enjoying the feel of your juices. He rubbed him self on your entrance with slight pressure and then would pull back to rub along your slit once again. The teasing was agonizing. You tried to push your hips into him, but his feathers still had you pinned in place.

“Please Hawks, I want you inside me.”

With a smooth thrust he pushed his full length inside in you. A pleasurable scream escaped you. He stilled for a moment rubbing his thumb over your clit allow you a chance to adjust to his size. Slowly he began to move his hips.

“Oh chickadee you feel so damn tight. Your .. FFUCK.. milking me.” His rhythm picked up and he soon began to flutter his wings aiding in his deep harsh trusts into you.

You began to writhe and cry out under him. He continued to harshly pound himself into you as two more orgasms hit you. He slowed down slightly and locked a deep kiss with you. Within seconds of kissing, you he was moaning into your mouth and a heat rushed into your womb.  Peppering light kisses on your cheek and neck while slowly pulling out of you.

His feathers were released from your body. You laid there unable to move panting heavily. Exhaustion from the multiple orgasms was taking over you as your eyes could barely keep focused. Gentle hands stroked your face and sweet whispers of praise coaxed you to sleep.

Hawks had his feather swiftly slide you up the bed to a more comfortable spot. While you slept peacefully, he took a quick photo of you before tucking you under the blanket. He tucked himself back into his clothing and walked out to your balcony.

The crisp evening air blew past his face and the lowering sun painted the sky with vibrant colors.  Hawks pulled out his phone sent a quick text before he was able to slide his phone into his pocket it rang. He laughed when he recognized it being the number, he just texted.

“Hey Dabi.”

[wiypt-writes]

Soft Landing

One Shot

Summary: Vacation get-aways don’t always let you escape the past, but maybe you can help bring Andy back to the present. Just be careful not to pick up too many bumps and bruises along the way… Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

Warnings: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Angst, language!

A/N: So this is another entry for @imanuglywombat​ ‘s  “Is That Even A Sex Position” weekly challenge. This position is called “Louise”. See here for more information. This is my first time writing for Andy, and it appears I can’t even do a single smutty one shot for Lawyer daddy without inserting a fuck tonne of angst so…sorry!!!

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this story bar the reader and other mentioned OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

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 You stirred in your bed, turning over and reaching out for your husband only to be met empty space, your fingers grasping at the cool sheets. Blinking, you propped yourself up on your forearms, squinting as your eyes grew accustomed to the low light in the hotel bedroom before you sat up, stretched a little and swung your legs out of bed.

You made your way out of the bedroom, poking your head into the next room down and, satisfied everything in there was as it should be, you made your way through to the living area of the suite and glanced around, spotting that the curtains covering the door leading to the balcony were blowing a little in the soft breeze.

You padded over to the door, pulled back the curtains a little more and you could just make out Andy’s frame, his broad, bare shoulders silhouetted against the early morning sun. Shoulders which carried a much heavier burden than when you had met almost six years previously.

You had been fresh out of law school back then, and he was not-so-fresh out of a break up with his wife. Neither of you had been looking for anything, but as is always the case, you always find the best things when you’re not searching.

Simply put, Andy Barber had swept you off your feet.

At almost 10 years his junior, the comments at first had been unkind but not unexpected. You’d been labelled “the rebound”, his “early midlife crisis”, a “convenient way to keep his dick warm whilst he got over Laurie.” But talk is cheap, as you had both proven when three years to the date you’d met he got down on one knee and you became relabelled his fiancée.

A year post that you relabelled again as his wife. And some twenty one months ago you’d relabelled once more as the mother of his child. A daughter he claimed looked just like you.

Ironically, you’d actually fallen pregnant on the last vacation you had taken. A family getaway to Mexico following Jacob’s acquittal when you’d all wrongly assumed the horrific dream was over, and you could finally wake up and get on with your lives.

You couldn’t have been more wrong.

In some sick twist of fate, you’d discovered you were pregnant the day of the accident that had claimed Jacob’s life, and later that of Laurie’s. The elation you and Andy had felt at the fact you were going to be parents together had been wrenched away from you in a single phone call from the police, and once more that shroud of dark despair had descended on your life turning the dream into a nightmare once more.

And for Andy the nightmares still continued, some two years post Jacob’s death and you knew without even seeing his face that was what had woken him and why he was now sat on the balcony of your stunning ocean view hotel suite in Cascais, Portugal instead of being in bed besides you.

“Hey.” You spoke softly as you slid the door open and he turned to look at you, his eyes carrying the familiar warmth that they always held for you, as you stepped into the balcony, taking care to leave the door open a crack just in case your daughter woke.

“Hey, Sweetheart.” He gave you a smile as you approached the sun-lounger he was perched on, facing out over the Atlantic, the first glimmer of the mid-June sun peeking over the horizon. “I didn’t wake you or Lia did I?”

Lia, or Halia to use her full name. Chosen by you and Andy for its meaning. A Hawaiian name for remembrance of a loved one. In this case the brother she would never meet.

“No, I checked in on her. She’s flat out.” You assured him, as he moved his legs, dropping them either side of the lounger allowing you to sit in between them, cross legged as you faced him. You studied him for a moment, cocking your head to one side as he gave you a gentle smile. “Get out of there, Bubs.” You gently reached up, tapping the side of his temple and he took a deep breath, his hand curling round yours, lacing your fingers together.

“Sorry, just got caught in a memory.” He offered as explanation. And to be fair, you didn’t need him to clarify any further. You knew, you always knew.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really.” He swallowed, so you didn’t press further. You respected his wishes, just like he did to yours.

“Do you want a hug?” You offered instead, and he gave a soft smile, opening his arms. You shifted onto your knees, scooting forwards a little, wrapping your arms around him as he pressed his face into your neck, taking a deep breath as your hand ran through his soft hair and down his neck in gentle, sweeping arcs. You sat in silence for a moment, the lapping of the waves against the shore the only noise you could hear as you held him close, feeling him nuzzle further into you.

“Thank you.” He mumbled against your skin and you pulled back a little, sitting back on your heels as you looked at him

“What for?”

“Everything.” He shrugged, his hand reaching up and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes soft as he studied your face for a moment, his gaze flicking to your lips before it went further down and he arched an eyebrow. “And for wearing that.”

You chuckled a little as you glanced down at the pale blue silk slip, one of the thin straps had slipped down your shoulder slightly, your nipples pebbled against the thin fabric. “Well, someone bought it for me.” You looked back at him, smiling as you tugged your bottom lip in between your teeth.

“Yeah?” Andy’s eyes moved back to yours. “Anyone I know?”

“No, just someone very special to me.” You leaned forwards to press your lips to his.

“He’s a lucky man.” Andy whispered against your mouth

“I’m the lucky one.” You mumbled back. “And, whilst we’re on the subject, I would also like to thank you for what you’re wearing.” You grinned, your hands flat on his chest, smoothing down a little before they trailed back upwards, curling over his strong shoulders.

“I’m not.”

“Exactly.” You smirked, kissing him softly again.

Eventually the teasing pecks flowed into something much stronger, Andy’s arms curling round you, pulling you closer, domineering swipes of his tongue against yours set every single nerve in your body on edge. Your hand moved back down his chest, tracing his soft abs before you palmed his growing bulge through the sleep pants he was wearing, causing him to grunt a little.

Without a word, one of his hands trailed up the outside of your thigh, the other making its way along the inside of your opposite knee and you shifted a little, parting your legs, as his fingers delicately danced upwards to where you wanted him the most. When they softly parted your intimate lips he gave a little groan as he realised you were wearing no panties, and you swallowed as his fingers swirled in your slick, the pad of his thumb grazing your nub ever so gently.

“Always so ready for me.” He hummed.

“Yeah, it’s a curse.” You whispered back, as his spare hand slid the other strap of your slip down, his lips pressing a tender kiss to your shoulder as he pulled the front of the garment down, freeing your breasts. As he kissed his way along the swell of your cleavage, his tongue softly teased each taught nipple and your whimper caught in your throat, emerging as nothing but a soft squeak of delight. You felt his mouth curl up into a smile against your skin and you gently wrapped your hand around his wrist, halting his teasing fingers.

“Andy, I want you.” You whispered, your head falling back as you rocked your hips forwards against his hand as you held it in place. “Please.”

Andy didn’t reply, but with a grace unbefitting a man of his stature, he moved, kneeling up as he pulled his sleep pants down, his gorgeous cock springing free and slapping gently against the thin strip of hair that led down from his belly button. He drew his knees apart slightly as his hands grabbed your hips and he hauled you towards him, his lips pressing back to yours.

You positioned yourself over him, your knees hugging his torso as you lowered yourself down, both of you giving a groan as you took him in. Your feet remained by his knees, one hand sliding round his neck, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck, the other gripping at his forearm.

Andy rolled his hips upwards as you pressed your forehead to his, noses bumping together as he moved you gently, his rhythm slow and needy from the off. Large hands slid along your thighs, gently palming your ass before they slid up the back of your silk slip, coming to rest tenderly on your spine, holding you close. As he rocked upwards, you let your head fall back slowly and let out a soft sigh of delight as his lips caressed your throat, barely there kisses moved down your neck, that beard you loved so much scratching your skin as he went. Your grip on his arm and neck tightened a little, your nails softly grazing the nape of his neck as he once more lavished affection on your chest, and this time it was his turn to let out a soft groan into your skin. He loved when you touched him there, you’d often made a joke about how if he was a cat it would make him purr.

His mouth moved upwards again, tongue dipping into the hollow of your throat, tracing a path up to your jaw before his lips caught yours again, the kiss deep and needy, like he was at that moment. Your tongues danced lazily together, matching the slow, steady roll and rocking motion your hips were making. With a low grunt, Andy broke away, pulling back a little, his nose nudging your chin as he placed a soft kiss once more to your neck, his rhythm never changing as his hands pulled you even closer, pressing your chest into his.

“Baby, look at me.” His voice was a whisper, and it was a request not a demand, but a request you were more than happy to meet. Your eyes locked onto those deep, ocean blues which were blown with love and lust and you simply held his gaze as he continued to rock up into you, stroking that spot inside that drove you wild.

You could feel the burning, deep in the pit of your stomach, and your hips started to move a little more as you ground down against him, desperate for the friction against your clit and you let out a little cry as you found it, Andy bucking up a little deeper and faster, reading your body language perfectly, just like he always could.

Moving your hands, you cupped his face, the pads of your fingers tangling in his beard as he closed his eyes, those ridiculously long eyelashes fluttering against his flushed cheeks and you pushed down again, rotating your hips, watching with satisfaction as he tipped his head back, a groan flowing freely from his lips, the softly whispered “don’t stop” barely audible, his voice was that deep.

Seeing him so suppliant was something you would never get tired of, because you loved this beautiful, wonderful man with everything you had. You’d both been through so much, yet still made it through the other side as strong as ever, the ultimate sign of your love sleeping in the room inside as you gave yourselves to one another whilst the dawn continued to break over the ocean, tendrils of light purples, oranges and yellow snaring around the pair of you, enveloping you in their warmth, heating the very depth of your souls.

“I love you.” You pulled his face back to yours, kissing him once more, your lips resting against his as you told him again. “I love you.”

“I love you too, so fahkin’ much.” His Boston twang grew more pronounced as did the movements of his hips, his rolls turning into thrusts as you met him movement for movement, pushing down, rocking yourself against him. The burn you had been feeling was now boiling hot as it bubbled to the surface, and you knew that any moment now you were going to erupt into flames.

“Fuck, Andy, I need…”

“Take it, Honey, it’s all yours…” He surged upwards, his hands flat against your back, pulling you to him as you kissed him deeply, before you’re head tipped back as the world around you tilted on its axis, your stomach tightening as you clenched down around him, your release crashing over you like the waves on the shore below. Your entire body went rigid, his name on your lips became nothing but a choked, strangled moan as he continued to rut up into you, his face pressing into your neck as he chased his own bliss.

"Fuck, Sweetheart..." Andy growled as with one final thrust upwards, his body stiffened and he spilled himself inside you, his cock twitching as the aftershocks of your orgasm kept your walls clamping down on him. His head tipped back, eyes fluttering shut and his jaw clenched before he relaxed a little, chest sagging as his arms clutched you to him, as if he never wanted to let you go.

Which, if he didn't, that was perfectly fine by you.

You leaned forward gently, sliding your nose along his, your lips brushing together as he gave a soft smile. With a satisfied sigh he leaned back, taking you with him as he made to settle you down against the back of the lounger you were laying on. Only he didn't stop, he kept going, his eyes flying open with surprise as the back of the lounger collapsed and you were suddenly pitched forward as the other end tipped up sending Andy crashing backwards onto the balcony with a loud bang as the metal frame of the lounger hit the sandstone tiled surface, you still clutched securely to his chest.

There was a pause as the pair of you looked at each other in surprise before Andy's head fell back and he gave a huge bellow of laughter and you hastily clamped your hand over his mouth in an attempt to stifle the noise, trying to supress your own giggles. One of Andy's hand's moved from your back as you sat up a little, legs still straddling his waist, his softening cock still stuffed deep inside you. He curled his fingers around the wrist of the hand you had pressed over his mouth and he pulled it away, pressing a kiss to your palm,  his beard twitching as he continued to chuckle softly, his eyes crinkled at the corner.

"You okay?" He asked, his lips curling up into a smile and you nodded, running your hands through his hair as his fell to your hips.

“Yeah, I had a soft landing.” You teased, causing him to snort out another laugh. "All these years and you can still make the Earth move for me, Barber."

"Well, I aim to please." he quipped as you leaned down to press your lips to his.

"Is everything alright?" You head a voice say which stopped you mid kiss. Your eyes flew open, as did Andy's and the pair of you looked at one another, as Andy started to laugh again.

"Yeah, fine, just a little...mishap with the sun lounger." You called over to where the voice had come from, the next room down to yours.

"But thank you for asking." Andy added, polite as always.

"No problem!" The male voice shot back, before you heard the sliding of a door and the click of a lock as it shut.

"Reminds me of that time at my parents when we broke my old bed." You giggled and Andy snorted, his hands smoothing over your thighs.

"In my defence, that thing was almost as old as me.”

"Well that's a load of shit." You grinned, looking down at him, your hands sliding through his rumpled, fluffy hair. "I only got it when I was eighteen, and given that you're ten years older than me that would mean-"

"Yeah, okay, shut up." He mumbled as his hand reached round the back of your neck, pulling you back down to him.

[ashasmonsters]

ah hello! i was wondering if i could request a lemon (( or a citrus, i don’t mind either one ! )) between a fish person — i’m talkin abe from hellboy d&d triton kind of fish person — and a fem!reader who appears intimidating but is quite jumpy? it’s okay if not, thank you!!

For the record, anon and future anons: if you're okay with a lemon, you're probably getting a lemon 😉. I hope you're satisfied with my version of a Mer; I saw The Shape of Water years ago, but hopefully my rendition is to your liking. Enjoy!

Del Toro M!Fishman x Intimidating Jumpy F!Reader - Lemon

The cove had been your secret hideout ever since you were little. Even now, decades later, the gentle crashing of the waves and the glimmer of the moon set your mind at ease. No matter what new problems or worries had arisen that day, the sea and sand were always the same… until a few months ago.

Though this region of the coast was allegedly frequented by Mer, you hadn’t seen much of them. One night, when the moon was naught but a sliver, something disturbed the sea foam. The tide was high, and the rocks you sat on had become islands. With your heart pounding, you drew your phone and turned on its flashlight.

The weak beam barely illuminated the wet rocks in the pitch darkness. Turning your head, you searched for the dark shape in the darker water. You weren’t sure what to expect. The crashing of waves mixed with the thrumming of your heartbeat.

Then, behind a rock only feet from you: dim red eyes, reflecting your phone’s flashlight and staring dead at you.

You flinched instinctively. The phone in your hand went flying. You jumped and caught yourself on the rock. Your phone didn’t stand a chance, the saltwater swallowing it up and extinguishing its light. You cursed and scrambled back to the shore. The adrenaline didn’t leave your veins until hours later.

When you returned to your usual spot (in broad daylight this time), you found a woven kelp pouch waiting for you, still wet and smelling strongly of the sea. Inside was a hefty sum of iridescent coins: currency of the Mer, minted from mollusk shells. It took traveling to a neighboring town to find a bank that would take them, but the sum equaled the exact market price of the phone you had lost to the sea.

A few days later, you learned your watery beneficiary was a Mer named Cato. He made himself known to you by breaching the surface a good distance away and sheepishly waving at you. You waved back, an awkward smile on your face. With how secret your cove had been, there was no doubt those eyes that spooked you belonged to him.

“You looked mad enough to kill me,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. Flowing, deep orange gill flaps started at his collarbone and ended behind his ears like a pleated ruff.

“Angry? I was spooked, but I wasn’t mad… not at you, anyway. We’re good now,” you explained, the two of you cross-legged on adjacent rocks.

“Well, good,” he looked at you and smiled, revealing welcoming rows of razor-sharp teeth. “I’m glad I was able to make it up to you.”

You simply smiled in response, allowing the ocean to speak over you. While he gazed at the distant harbor, you gazed at him. He, unsurprisingly, had a swimmer’s build: he was slender with muscles that caught your eye once you noticed them. His scales were so fine you assumed he was rubbery, like an octopus, until you saw him up close. Translucent fins protruded from his sinewy forearms and calves and caught the light like sea glass.

You shared the cove with him from then on. While the company of the sea and moon had been fine before, they didn’t have his sense of humor… or his smile. Or his body.

Mer didn’t wear clothes, obviously.

The first time he crawled up on a rock to sit next to you, the lack of dangly bits caught you off-guard; there was an understated slit there instead, and he didn’t seem to mind letting you see it. He never crossed his legs like you did in skirts, anyway.

One night, you sat together on a beach towel with a finished platter of sashimi and seaweed salad between you. The moon was full, his eyes shining the color of burning amber.

“Thanks for sharing the cove with me.” He placed his hand on yours, his claw tips gently raking your skin. You shivered.

“Thanks for being with me, Cato,” you whispered back. He closed the distance and pressed his forehead to yours, a substitute for kissing you two devised to work around his lack of lips and serrated teeth. You reached behind his head and gently stroked his gills, eliciting purrs from him.

“You’re going to destroy my modesty if you keep doing that,” he warned, a little playful and a little nervous.

“That’s okay,” you whispered back. True to his word, his slit had grown puffy and pronounced. In the moonlight, you saw one—no, two— pink protuberances begin to reveal themselves. Aside from their duplicity, each one seemed proportional to the rest of him once fully emerged.

“Can I touch you?”

“Please,” he said, his voice dry with the beginnings of a rasp. “Before I have to get back in the water.”

You reached between your bodies. He was desperate; you felt the slickness on his cocks and each touch made his hips jump. He always got this way when he spent time on land. You loved the urgency. He did too.

“I won’t keep you waiting, Cato,” you giggled, lying down on the beach towel as he kneeled between your knees. You hiked up your dress and pushed aside your underwear.

“Good, I’m—” you both gasped as one of his cocks entered you, “—pressed for time,” he grunted, his voice rough. His other slick rod nudged against your thigh. You grabbed it, holding it to your mound. As he slowly worked himself within you, the cock outside you ground into your clit. The feeling of fullness from inside and pressure from outside drew squeals from you into the night.

His pace quickened, making you gasp. The friction, the fullness; you felt the pleasure mounting already. His hands met yours atop the member outside you and pressed it into your sensitive nub even harder.

“Come on, I haven’t got all day,” he growled, panting and pumping, “you better be close!” You only cried out in response. His hips rocked into yours like his life depended on it. You pulled him deeper into you, desperate to reach your peak.

Your orgasm swept through you like a riptide. You ground yourself into him, your clit and mound sandwiched between his two cocks, crying out and clinging to his rod with your hands. He fell forward and braced himself against the ground as he came with a growl, his voice strained. You felt him pulse several times, his liquid warmth spreading within you and spurting hot streaks across your belly. You both caught your breaths together, your faces close.

“I’m sorry about the mess... let me clean you up,” Cato rasped, clearly exhausted.

“No, don’t. I don’t want you to dry up on my account,” you commanded, idly running a hand across his defined chest.

“I don’t…” he trailed off as you gave him a stare.

“Cato,” you said sternly. His eyes met yours. He looked sheepish and a little scared... like the first time you met.

“Fine, but I’ll be right back. I promise.” You closed your eyes as he pressed his forehead to yours. You felt him withdraw, followed by the sound of his feet walking to the surf. You knew he’d be back, but for the moment, you were once again alone with the moon and the tide.

[tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar]

Pass the Time

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader.

Summary: You feel like you spend more time outside of you dorm and so does your neighbor. Why? Both of your roommates are hooking up.

Word Count: 1,548.

Note: It took me longer than it should've to write this since Tumblr was keep messing up so please don't let this flop ( I reached my breaking point with trying but I still like it) and tell me what you think :) I hope you love it! Thank you @snkkat for posting the photo and inspiring me to write this!

Hey," your roommate, Jazmyn, speaks softly from her side of the dorm to see if you are still awake or not. You hum in response, not looking away from the episode of your newest favorite Netflix original TV show- the reason why you are not studying right now- Outer Banks. Jazmyn moves to sit upright on her bunk bed and swings her feet back and forth and gives you puppy eyes, "Can I ask for a favor?"

Knowing what she will ask, for not the first nor late time, you say, "I'm not moving, Jaz."

She jumps off and walks over to you and must go on her tippy toes to learn against your mattress. It is a fail on her part when she tries to grab your throw blanket off of you since you're wrapped in it.

You sing, "told y'all" in a teasing tone and Jaz response is a weak, "shut up."

"Why can't you just go over? I'm comfortable right here in my dorm."

Ignoring your point of view, she easily lies as she says, "I swear it won't be long."

"Really? Two nights ago, Andrew said the same thing to Drew before you went over there for three fucking hours!" Before she can try to deny it, you hold up your hand to add, "I actually mean fucking for three hours."

You roll your eyes as she blushes and gets lost in dream land that is made of all the sex, she and your next-door dorm neighbor, Andrew, have.

Which is a lot.

You knew that going to a University there would be a huge chance to live crazy college stories that one day will blow your kids' minds whenever they accidentally find one out. Getting locked out of your dorm on a weekly basis so your roommate can hookup? That is not one of them, it is annoying as hell.

The first time you got locked out was just last month, three months in your freshman year. After taking two tests in one day, you just wanted to go in a nap coma for the rest of the year. Since the elevator in your building did not get fixed yet, you had to drag yourself up to the firth floor. You could not help to wish the sock on your dorm knob was just a part of your imagination. But it was not. From the noises you could hear from the other side of the locked door, Jazmyn had someone over. You jumped and cursed when the door next to you opened and an extremely attractive and tired boy smiled at you as he tried to fix his bed hair. He noticed the sock and grabbed it to throw it over his shoulder, inside of his dorm. "I was wondering where Andrew went." He holds out his hand and as you shake hands, he told you his name and you told him yours. You agreed that you did need coffee, so you two left the hallway to grab some.

“You know, it’s weird that we are finally meeting.”

You looked over your shoulder and silently wished Jazmyn would open the door so could lay down, “We’ll probably see each other more in the hallway if they keep this up.”

A week after you talked with Drew over two refills of coffee for who knows how many hours, he saw you walking up the stairs after your last class of the day. He kicked himself off the floor to learn against your door.

"Are they...?"

He nodded in response and told you that he does not know how long, or how much longer. He followed you into your dorm after you slightly pushed him away to unlock it.

"I was planning on doing something with Jaz tonight but since you're here instead... have you ever done a face mask?"

He wiggled his eyebrows and used a husky manly tone to ask, “Sexually?"

His laugh echoed after you throw one of your pillows at him.

The third time was a couple of hours later and Drew agreed to go as far away as possible. You two went through a drive through before going to a park to eat in comfortable silence until he tried to be sneaky to grab some of your food. A small food happened before you two acted like big children on the swings, trying to see who could go up the highest. Since he is so tall, it was easy for him to do the monkey bars.

Now what was supposed to be a relaxing and do-nothing day, you let out a fake cough. “You can’t let Andrew come in here, I’m sick.”

“I’m sure Drew would be willing to take care of you.”

“I hate you.” You mutter as you get up to put your shoes on. You try not to think about how he told you he wants to make you his famous homemade chicken casserole soon since you’re been stressed with all of your school work, working part time and being home sick.

“You love me! Have fun whenever you guys do this time to pass the time.” She winks at you as you slam the door closed behind you. You stop knocking on Drew’s door with your blanket still wrapped around you and carrying your laptop when his voice comes the end of the hall, “fancy seeing you here.”

He knows your smile is half fake so he nervously asks, "You can come over if you want? I can let you in before heading to the showers."

 Andrew comes from the end of the hall, looking like he ran up the stairs while holding a plastic bag from the nearest gas station. You can see Jazmyn’s favorite candy and a box of condoms. Classy. You do not think twice before reaching into Drews maroon gym shorts to grab his keys while they have silent conversation. You miss how much his eyes widen for leaving them both in the hallway.

“I swear to God I’ll give up on being your wingman and move out if you do not make your move.”

Drew pushes Andrew out of the doorway and glances over at you to make sure you are not listening. “You are not my wingman!”

“Yes, I am! I am giving you two alone time as I have sex! It’s a win-win for everyone!” Andrew pushes him inside, “I’ll see you tomorrow!”

From his bed, Drew hears the confusing in your voice when you say, “it’s only one am?”

“I stopped listening to what he says a long time ago.” Drew states as he can hear Andrew’s and his own voice in head saying, “she’s on your bed” repeating.

You mutter, “same” for trying to do the same thing with Jazmyn.

Over the trim of your laptop, you watch Drew stand in front of you and starts taking off his gray and black long sleeve hoodie in slow motion.

"Oh my god."

"What?" He asks, amused.

"What?" You ask, embarrassed.

“Take a picture, it would last longer.” He teases, sitting next to you. You shove your elbow in his ribcage, “Shut up!”

You should not be surprised when he teases, “make me.” But your skin gets covered with goosebumps.

“Okay, last time we hangout it was two, three nights ago?” You try to change the topic, “I just remember that I beat your ass at Family Feud. Wanna play that again?"

Drew lets out a breathless, “no” as he puts both of his arms around you, his hands resting against the wall. “Let’s play a new game.”

He grins ear to ear when he feels you take a big breath in, the air faming the side of his face. “Let’s see who can the be the loudest, them or us.”

You look at him like he grew a second head when he starts hitting the wall and making grunt noises.

“You want to make it seem like we are having fake sex?”

He laughs, mostly to himself, “It’s not like you are taking me out of my misery and-“

You cut him off by pulling his hands off the wall to put them on both sides of your waist as you to help you saddle his lap. As you trace the outline of his abs, you cannot help to lick the rest the way up until he puts one of his hands under your chin to pull your face upwards to his. Both of you do not know who kisses who first.

When you need to catch a breath, you mutter, “what?” since his smile makes you smile too. “I want to take you on a date and stop using our roommate sex lives as an excuse to hangout.”

“Okay.” You feel like you are on cloud nine when his smile becomes even bigger. “When?”

“We got time to figure that out. For now…” He gives you a quick kiss before setting you to lay on the bed so he can get up.

You watch him grab a sock before opening the door wide enough to put it on the doorknob. “I want to keep on doing what you started.”

He runs his way back to his bed to tackle you while you have your arms wide open.

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[lifeofkaze]

When Stars Ignite - Chapter 14

HPHM Rockstar AU

A/N: Katriona Cassopeia (in mention) belongs to the gorgeous @kc-and-oc

General Warning: This whole fic has a general warning of being NSFW / 18+. We will give specific warnings for every chapter in itself, but several adult themes will be more or less present in every chapter, may it be explicitly or in mention. These include sexual topics, drug abuse, (ab)use of alcohol, smoking and a whole lot of cursing.

Specific Warning:

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Find the masterpost here, the previous chapter here and the next one here. The songs featured before every chapter can be found on this pretty badass playlist here.

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This work is a collaboration with @the-al-chemist

Taglist: @slytherindisaster @carewyncromwell @night-rhea @thatravenpuffwitch

Man, we were killin' time We were young and restless We needed to unwind I guess nothin' can last forever Forever, no… ~ Bryan Adams - Summer of ‘69 ~

Much to his relief, Orion’s fear of having been discovered seemed to prove unwarranted. Skye was a direct person, never shy to speak her mind; if she had truly seen something not meant for her eyes during the interview, Orion was sure she’d have already come and spoken to either of them.

But nothing of the sort had happened. She had acted just like she always did and his first surge of worry had died down again. Sometimes even the most focused mind was prone to being tricked and, as he had to admit to himself, focus was something he found himself lacking in these days.

It wasn’t only because of Lizzie’s teasing getting riskier that he found his mind wandering more often than not. Ever since the show they were meant to be playing for the children from the foster system had shown its face on the horizon, an ever present restlessness had been growing in Orion.

Dreams that he had pushed to the edges of his mind a long time ago had started haunting him again; they kept coming back whenever they held an event stirring the buried memories of his childhood. He loved seeing the light in the children’s faces when they were spending time with them; he knew it was a rare sight, after all. The emotional mess Orion carried back with him afterwards was the dark side of the coin, however.

The charity event was scheduled for the next day; they were to play a small acoustic set for the children in the afternoon and their regular show only a few hours later on top. To keep their spirits high before the double load, Ethan had scheduled a day off for them.

The weather was still uncharacteristically hot and so most of the band and crew had found themselves at the small pool on the rooftop of their hotel. Much to everyone’s surprise, even Artemis had joined them.

Charlie had followed Skye’s advice to take Artemis for drinks a few days prior. He had been unusually tight-lipped about it when they had asked him how it had gone down.

“It was good,” he had shrugged, “told you she’s not as bad as you all think.”

While the young pyro tech still kept her distance from the rest of them, Orion had seen her chatting with Charlie outside of their work on stage since then. He was glad she seemed to be taking a step into the right direction, lowering her armour even for the tiniest bit.

But Artemis’ tentative attempts at integrating herself with their group lounging by the pool were counteracted as soon as she took her shirt off. Everett audibly wolf-whistled at her black bikini with surprisingly colourful patterns crisscrossing it. Her withering glare was met with a lewd grin as Artemis picked up her stuff and dumped it on the deckchair farthest away from them.

Lizzie gave Everett a smack on the back of his head. “Well done, Ev, you’ve scared her away. I wanted to have a chat with her.”

Everett looked at her over the rim of his sunglasses. “I’m not stopping you. Two beauties in bikinis getting close? Who would I be to object? You could rub her back with sunscreen.”

He laughed to himself. “If Artemis isn’t up for it, I’m always here for you, gorgeous.”

A hint of the same irritation Orion felt flickered over Lizzie’s face. “You’re a real mood today.”

She got up from her own deckchair and started over in Artemis’ direction anyway, but was stopped by Charlie catching onto her wrist.

“Woah, where are you going, little rockstar?”

“Go and talk to Artemis, see if I can convince her to come over if Ev shuts up.” She gave the singer lounging in his chair a dark look.

“Nah, I don’t think so,” Charlie said and pulled her down next to him. “Trust me, if you push her you’ll be the one scaring her away. She’ll come over if she wants to.”

Lizzie opened her mouth to object but Charlie shook his head. “You can’t force her, sunshine.”

“Fine,” Lizzie snorted, not pleased by the situation, “so what’re we gonna do now?” She nodded in the direction of the pool. “Anyone up for a round of water polo?”

Everett declined, preferring to seek a better place to tan, while Merula did the opposite and withdrew to the shade with a book. So it was Charlie, Lizzie, Andre and Skye who made their way to the water. Orion would have joined them, but he was preoccupied with some ideas that had been floating around in his head since that morning; he wanted to write them down before he’d forget them.

He was lying on his stomach on his deckchair, notebook open in front of him, but found it hard to concentrate. The match of water polo going on in the pool had turned into some kind of wrestling match, like it always did eventually. Lizzie and Skye were sitting on Charlie’s and Andre’s shoulders respectively, trying to knock the other into the water; a lot of giggling and shouting was involved as they fought for the upper hand.

What really distracted him though, was the way the sunlight was refracting in the water droplets on Lizzie’s skin when she moved. It let her slender body shimmer, her tan she always got so quickly in the summer months a beautiful contrast to the vibrant red of her bikini. Her wet hair looked a lot darker than it actually was and it was clinging to her back.

Skye almost managed to knock her off Charlie’s shoulder and Lizzie laughed as she righted herself again. It was the kind of laugh that made her stand out amongst all the others, bright and captivating. It gave her an aura that was impossible to escape, drawing eyes whenever she entered a scene. She had the ability to light up a whole room with her smile, as fresh and beautiful as a sunrise.

“I’d say I’m 95.9 % sure what you’re staring at, my friend,” Orion suddenly heard the voice of Murphy next to him, “or should I rather say who?”

Orion tried not to let his surprise show; he had been so lost in thought that he hadn’t heard his best friend approach. “Your meaning is obscure to me,” he answered evasively. “I’m simply trying to work here.”

Murphy couldn’t hide his smirk. “When you’re working, your attention is usually 87.5 % focused on your work, more if no one is distracting you. Four out of five times you don’t even react when spoken to.” He glanced down at the mostly blank page of Orion’s notebook. “Today I’d say your focus is reduced to abysmal 30.9 %.” Never missing a detail, his eyes flicked to the still on-going wrestling match in the pool.

With a sigh, Orion closed his notebook and rested his head on his arms. Murphy was far too observant to be lied to, but he didn’t have to know all the details either.

He indicated their laughing friends with a slight nod of his head. “It is good that our friends are having a great time, it strengthens their bond of friendship. But they are making a lot of noise, it’s bound to draw attention.”

The dismissive sound Murphy was making clearly showed that he wasn’t buying it. “It’s obvious they’re distracting you. But from what I’ve seen, 95.5 % of the time you’ve spent looking at them were devoted to one of the pairs, and while I do have to admit that Andre’s new gold bangles are surprisingly flashy and apparently water resistant, I highly doubt it was him that drew your attention, same goes for Skye, although her hair usually is an eye catcher, I’ll give you that. That leaves Charlie and dear Lizzie, and last time I checked, you weren’t one for redheads, that’s more my thing. Not that I want to say I find Charlie particularly attractive, although some might say so, but I digress. So only one option remains, and as the one and only master of logical deductions, the great Sherlock Holmes, once said, ‘Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable…”

“...must be the truth’,” Orion finished with a sigh. “I know the quote. You're quoting numbers all day every day, do you really feel the need to go into literature as well now?"

Ignoring him, Murphy was grinning from ear to ear, clearly satisfied with his conclusions. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

Orion wasn’t answering immediately; he didn’t like Murphy’s prying at all. “Are you done, Detective McNully?”

“Fine, don’t answer me then, I don’t need confirmation,” Murphy snorted. “The stats never lie, my friend.”

Orion rolled his eyes, hoping Murphy wouldn’t delve into another one of his statistical sprees. Although he was right in that his numbers were seldom wrong, Orion himself preferred a more open-minded view of his surroundings to Murphy’s cold, analytical observations; especially, if these observations were directed at his own behaviour.

But of course, Murphy wasn’t deterred. “To the attentive observer, which of course you know that I am, all the facts are there. Eight out of ten times your mood changes for the better when Lizzie enters the room. Seven out of ten times she starts smiling when she looks at you. You two look at each other during shows and soundtracks 46.4 % more often than at the others and yes, I factored out the times when you need to because of the cues she’s giving you, thanks a lot for asking. You hug each other at the end of the shows significantly longer as well. When you leave the backstage area, you’re never leaving together but almost always in close succession.”

The blond sound technician crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Are you really sure there isn’t anything you want to tell me?”

Orion was more than a little shocked at all the facts Murphy had just thrown at him. “I had no idea it was that obvious.”

Murphy shrugged, a sly smile appearing on his face. “Only to me. You’ve been my best friend for as long as I can remember, and my above average observational skills, which of course not everyone possesses, solved 82.3 % of the mystery.”

“What’s with the rest?”

“What I can offer in facts, I sometimes lack in interpreting. Katriona connected the dots.”

“Obviously,” Orion sighed.

“So, what’s the deal with you two? Are you dating?” A frown appeared on Murphy’s face. “I thought you had a clause about this in your contracts. Ethan’s not going to like this.”

Orion vehemently shook his head. “No, you got that wrong. We’re not dating, everything is just like it has always been. We’re just enjoying additional pastimes, which - I’ll give you that - may exceed a regular friendship.”

He looked at Murphy intently. “No one besides you knows about this, and I would appreciate it if it stayed that way.”

Murphy made a non-committal sound. “Of course this doesn’t include Katriona.”

“As if any of us could keep a secret from her.”

“I normally don’t go for absolutes but that’s 100 % true,” Murphy laughed. He looked at Orion curiously. “So how long has this thing between you and Lizzie been going on now?”

“A while,” Orion answered evasively.

“The definition of ‘a while’ ranges from two weeks to up to a year. Judging by my numbers, it’s definitely not the former. Doesn’t sound like a short lived fling to me.”

“I wouldn’t call it a fling,” Orion said; it was surprisingly hard to put what was going on between them into words. “But we’re definitely not emotionally involved with each other. It’s not a matter of the heart, more of a physical extension built on the base of our friendship.”

Murphy leaned back into his wheelchair and grinned. “The old classic, friends with benefits.”

“If that’s the label you want to stick on it.”

Murphy hummed in response, following Orion’s gaze to the pool again. His voice was quieter when he spoke this time. “Do you really think that’s a good idea?”

“Why wouldn’t it be? We are both on the same page about it.”

“Just saying, things like these seldomly work out as well as they start. Approximately 89.6 % of physical relationships end in chaos, tears or both.”

The memory of his own initial worry emerged in the back of Orion’s mind. He watched as Skye gave Lizzie a final push that sent her toppling from Charlie’s shoulders. She shrieked before she crashed into the water, but was already laughing again when she resurfaced; Orion firmly pushed his concerns away.

“It won’t escalate with us,” he said. “Both of us value our friendship, and the fate of Equinox even more so. We’ve established very clear rules. I appreciate your worries, but they are misplaced.”

“As much as I love rules for the structure they’re bringing, rules can easily be broken,” Murphy said. “Just be careful, okay? Mixing friendship with sex can be a lot of fun but the devil’s in the detail.”

They both watched Lizzie climbing out of the pool and heading over into their direction. When she passed Everett, he pulled down his sunglasses and watched after her, his eyes very slowly travelling up and down her body. He said something to her Orion couldn’t hear, but Lizzie only rolled her eyes, shot something back and continued on her way. Murphy's eyes flicked from her to Orion.

“Aren’t you bothered with Ev hitting on her?”

Orion shrugged. “Why would I? She’s not my girlfriend, and she can perfectly handle herself, as you’ve just seen.”

“That she undoubtedly can,” Murphy laughed, “I’ll better be off now and leave you two alone. I wonder where my beautiful wife is. I haven’t seen her in quite a while now.”

[fericita-s]

The Princess and the Barbarian

“It’s a tale not unlike ours - one of countries at war and a brave Fjerdan warrior who wanted to save his country from darkness.  Of a Ravkan woman who was far from her home but determined to return.”

“Hmmmm,” Matthias murmured and Nina saw the corner of his mouth turn up into a smile.  She dropped her voice to a whisper and ran a thumb across his lips.

“It’s the story of The Princess and the Barbarian.”

As Matthias recovers from a gunshot wound, Nina tells him the story of the Princess and the Barbarian. He interrupts a lot as his Fjerdan sensibilities are bothered and the Ravkan propaganda gets to be unbearable.

Rated T for now, some later chapters will be rated E for sexy cave times. Told over the course of 15 chapters, 10K words total, will be posting daily. Chapter one below the cut.

Thank you @theburnbarreljester​ for your fantastic ideas and suggestions that gave this story shape and for your timeless and wise counsel that canon is just a suggestion, that everyone, not just the Grisha at the Little Palace, wants to read about a barbarian stealing away a princess, and that the guiding aesthetic of this piece should be "Wow, look at his abs glistening in the moonlight."

Chapter 1

It was maddening. 

They were finally free after weeks of living in a damp cemetery, months on a perilous mission that crossed a sea and a hostile nation and brought Nina to the edge of sanity and control, a year with Matthias in the worst prison and her staggering under the weight of knowing her words put him there.  They’d had daily brushes with death and the dead and his own blood had soaked both of their hands, the life bleeding out of him before she drew out the death. 

They were together.  Alive.

Able to trust and love each other in the splendor of the Hendricks Mansion with servants eager to demonstrate their allegiance to their young master and his curious band of friends.   

And they couldn't enjoy it.

Wylan brought his mother to the city and Jesper escorted his father out.  Inej and Kaz disappeared and reappeared without speaking to each other, though Inej always spoke with Nina, bringing news of the Druskelle ship stuck in port and a warm blini or two from Little Ravka. The city remained frozen in place, the barges lined up like an armada ready to carry away the dead who succumbed to the Queen’s Lady Plague. And Nina kept watch in an overstuffed armchair two feet from the bed where Matthias slept day and night, his groans waking her from any fitful sleep she found.  

Nina knew that none in the city had firepox, but death still lurked too close to Matthias.  She’d drawn the death out of him but there had been no healer to repair what remained.  They’d carried him to a guest room with large windows that cast beautiful light during the day and accorded a gentle breeze at night when his fever reached its nightly peak. The laundry maid came to fetch his soaked sheets every morning and the housemaid put the fresh ones on while Nina and the steward rolled Matthias to one side and then the other. The steward had a bed brought in for Nina on the second day.  The cook brought up broths and ales that Nina fed Matthias gently, wiping at his mouth as he swallowed and breathed in fitful bursts, eyes not open, his scent and his manner not his own.

She wanted them to be feeding each other waffles in bed, to be sketching out plans for the horrid Fjerdan costumes she would wear for their missions, to be discovering more about his body than if it was hot to the touch.  She wanted to be studying his face and the way his eyes changed as he caught on to her jests, not examining the edges of his puckered and swollen wound, anxious as she compared them to her memory of how it looked yesterday.  She wanted to be exploring the gardens with him, finding hidden alcoves and just what kind of sound he would make if she kissed him in the spot behind his ear that turned red just before a blush bloomed on his cheeks.

Instead she never left the room, wanting to stay with Matthias as much as she wanted to avoid seeing the gaping hole in Jan’s study, too close to the shape of the gaping hole in Matthias’s middle that seeped red.  

A few months ago she would have been able to effortlessly bind it together with her powers.

It was maddening. 

She paced and rearranged his pillows and accidentally summoned dead tulips from the neglected terrace.  She read and reread the novels Inej brought her from Little Ravka, her native tongue a balm.  She yelled at Kaz and then watched, glowering, as Kaz brought a terrified looking medik into the room.  He administered a draught of something that smelled horrible and looked worse and then covered the wound in a thick paste.  She spared him her singing, but whispered stories and promises, fussed with his hair, alternated a cool washcloth from his neck to his forehead, ran her hand along his arms before entwining her fingers with his.

His fever broke on the tenth night. 

When he woke, sweaty and pale, he reached for her and Nina clasped his hand so tightly he winced. 

“Little red bird.  You didn’t go.”  

“No Matthias, I’m here with you.  I’ll stay here with you.”

He ran a hand over his face and then let it fall limply to his side.  Nina dipped the washcloth in the bedside basin and traced the path his hand had made. “Keep resting.”

“Tell me something.”

“Anything.  Everything.  What do you want to know?”

“Just talk to me.  So I can hear your voice.  So I know you’re here.”

He closed his eyes and Nina thought about the stories they had told each other in the Ketterdam-bound ship, her body weak from parem.  The stories they had told each other at night in the whaling huts and winter encampments that helped them survive the ice.  The ones she had been telling him for the past ten days, stories of what they would do when he was recovered.  Her eyes settled on the pile of books Inej had deposited by her bed and Nina smiled.

“I know just the story to bring you rights.  It’s a tale not unlike ours - one of countries at war and a brave Fjerdan warrior who wanted to save his country from darkness.  Of a Ravkan woman who was far from her home but determined to return.”

“Hmmmm,” Matthias murmured and Nina saw the corner of his mouth turn up into a smile.  She dropped her voice to a whisper and ran a thumb across his lips.

“It’s the story of The Princess and the Barbarian.”