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In-laws
PAIRING: Dark!Agatha Harkness x Reader, Agatha Harkness x Reader x Rio Vidal
SUMMARY: In-laws are the worst and you found out the hard way.
WARNING(s): Dark themes, Non-con, and a whole lot of SMUT!
A/N: Dark themes ahead. If you find these things disturbing I strongly advice that you skip this post. Thank you!
Y/N POVÂ
The night's cold breeze is crisp on my face as I stand outside the balcony thinking about how perfect my wedding tomorrow will be.Â
Nicky and I have been together since my parents started working for his parents. At first, I was reluctant to engage in a romantic relationship with him since in the eyes of society we were unfit for each other, but he was persistent and in the end, I let love win. I was even more thankful that his parents accepted me and my family with open arms despite our lowly status in life.Â
After years of being together, we are finally making it official tomorrow as husband and wife.Â
I just finished celebrating my bachelorette party earlier which was neatly organized by one of my soon-to-be mother-in-law, Agatha. While Nicky is having his bachelor's party with his set of friends.Â
Everything will be perfect, for sure nothing will go wrong.Â
"Excited?" I was pulled out from my thoughts when Agatha appeared by my side with a bottle of wine in hand.Â
For the record, I'm currently staying at Nicky's house. Both of his mothers insisted that I stay here before the wedding and I agreed.
"Yeah, I'm so excited to get married to Nicky!" I exclaimed excitedly.Â
Agatha gave me a chuckle before waving the wine bottle in front of my face.Â
"Good, then we better celebrate with this."Â
"Ummm... I don't want to be rude, but I'll have to decline. I don't drink alcohol, remember?"
Agatha rolled her eyes at me before she leaned in closer to my ear.Â
"Oh come on, sweetheart. That was different, this one we get to enjoy all to ourselves, and I think it's about time you try right? And it's not like we're gonna get wasted, you'll be fine tomorrow. I swear."Â
I suppose...Â
"O--okay then, but I'll only drink one glass.â
"One glass is enough" Agatha smiled at me mischievously before slightly pushing me inside the room.Â
I was a bit nervous about how she was acting, she seemed pushy. But I was fast to dismiss that thought as she filled our glasses with wine.Â
She gave me mine before sitting next to me on the sofa, only an arm's length away from each other.Â
"Go on" she urged playfully...Â
I swirled the wine in my glass slightly before carefully putting it to my lips and tentatively sipping the liquid. I found it delicious and very cooling.
âThis is delicious!"Â
"Yes, simple but very soothing. Finest wine you can ever have. But, you must drink deeply for the full effect."Â
I eagerly did as I was told, and Agatha seemed satisfied with this. Soon I was holding an empty glass. I had drained it and hadn't even noticed. The drink was that smooth. The only problem is that I found that I was still thirsty.Â
"Could I have another, please?" I asked, her eyes glinted with something dark from my request.Â
"I think that can be arranged."Â
Agatha was careful to replenish my glass whenever it emptied as we talked and talked into the night.Â
It was quite odd, no matter how much I drink I still feel thirsty.Â
I wondered if it was starting to affect me. I noticed that the room was becoming increasingly warm. Worse, I was finding my body becoming uncomfortably warm. My face was becoming flush. My heart was beating very fast and I was practically panting, my breath had gotten so fast. I was starting to sweat inside my clothes, too. My clothes were becoming very confining. How odd, I thought. It was supposed to be a chilly evening. But now, I desire nothing more than to get out of my clothes, then I would feel so much better.Â
"Have you and Nicholas done it yet?" Her question almost made me choke on my drink, her eyes never leaving mine.Â
Am I hearing this right? Does she mean th---Â
She slowly traced the rim of her wineglass while looking at me curiously, "What do you mean?" I asked.
"Did you have sex yet?"Â
Her question slightly took me aback but answered, nonetheless.Â
"N--no, we haven't. I'm still pure"Â
The moment I said pure, a shadow seems to pass on her features as the corner of her lips slightly lifted sinisterly, barely noticeable in the dark.Â
But I saw it...Â
She snickered under her breath as she slightly swirled the wine in her glass.Â
That's when I realized that she's never touched it. Not even a single drop.Â
She followed my gaze to her wine glass before catching mine. Slightly tilting her head, she then smiled knowingly.Â
She knows that I've noticed.Â
I was starting to feel uncomfortable from this so I decided that it was time to retire for the night. But when I stood up, I was immediately met by sudden dizziness making me sit back on the couch ungracefully.Â
It felt like my innards were being replaced by some kind of emptiness. I tried to stand again, desperate to leave this room. I swayed for just a moment before Agatha caught me. There was nothing I could do now, and as I slowly slumped sideways, she gently tugged on my shoulder, causing me to lie flat, with my head on her lap. Now all I could see was my fiance's mother smiling down at me⌠and the world went black.Â
_=_=_Â
How long I was out, Iâm not sure. I opened my eyes, and it took them a moment to adjust to the light.
Something was wrong.Â
My arms could not move, despite my best efforts, and the air felt rather cold on my skin. And when my eyes adjusted, I immediately saw why. My wrists had been secured firmly in two straps, on either side of my head. And the cool air on my skin was because I'm completely naked!Â
I tried to scream my lungs out, to shout for help, to do anything that might get me out of this situation. But the only thing that came out was a muffled sound. That has something to do with the gag placed over my mouth. But it did draw some attention to me because a figure suddenly appeared over my vulnerable form, and when it spoke, I heard the unmistakable voice of my fiance's mother.Â
"So, you're finally awake"Â
"I think before you try going off on one, I should probably introduce you to a bit of "context," I think you'd call it." She reached for the table next to her and picked up a remote. She turned on the TV that was positioned just above the bed I was strapped to. "Let's just say you might want to forget about struggling when I show you this video."Â
My confusion made me forget my anger, for a moment. But as the film started, and what I was watching became clear to me, my anger was replaced by shock and horror.Â
It was a video of me and my co-worker Tony, sitting in my office, and him kissing me. It had been a professional meet-up, he was showing me some files that we needed to sort out before the big presentation when out of the blue he just kissed me. I froze out of shock while his lips continued to press against mine but when I finally snapped out of it I immediately pushed him off me and gave him an ear-deafening slap on the face. But that wasn't shown in the film. It was just the kiss, making it look like I did it deliberately. I remembered him looking at me in pity like he was sorry for what he did. I didn't tell anyone about it, not even Nicky. And now my soon-to-be mother-in-law possesses proof of it.
But how? Why was there a video? Based on the angle I know it was filmed from a hidden camera. Was it done intentionally? For what reason?! Was she behind it?Â
If someone got hold of it, I wouldn't just get fired from fraternizing with a colleague. I would probably lose Nicky as well.Â
And that scared me shitless...Â
Agatha pressed another button, and the video switched off. She looked at my face, now starting to become tear-stained and the fear now plain for everyone to see. She smiled.Â
"I think that expression is a good one for you," she remarked. "It makes you look so sweet and innocent."Â
She leaned over and planted a kiss on my cheek. I tried to jerk away but couldn't. The kiss practically seared my skin like molten lava.Â
"Now that no one is going to disturb us, how about we get some fun done?"Â
Agatha then began to touch me, and that was when I started to squirm a little. She moved her arms around my body, rubbing it in a very erotic way. "Aww⌠such a nice body, pet! I can't help myself but touch myself thinking about you every day. And now, I can't help myself anymore." She put a hand on my knee and began to gently stroke my leg.Â
"What should I do first with your body?" She ran her finger on my smooth skin, before taking the gag off my mouth.Â
I gritted my teeth from both anger and sadness. "Why are you doing this?"Â
"Didn't I already tell you? I want your body to be mine! We are going to have so much fun, pet. And if you disobey me, I think you already know what will happen right? Not to mention, I can get both of your parents fired, tsk... that would be unfortunate"Â
A single tear ran on my cheek and Agatha kissed it, licking the drop. I know that I have no other choice but to let things happen. I have so much to lose if she doesn't get what she wants.Â
She moved around and brought our lips together in a violent kiss, forcing her tongue past my gritted teeth. She bit my bottom lip hard enough to earn a gasp, allowing her to move her tongue past the barrier.Â
The tongue quickly found its way around my mouth and explored every inch it could. In parallel to that, her hands moved around and groped my breast. She slightly massaged them and pinched the erected nipples. It was not that the events made me horny. It was the cold that made my body like that.Â
The kiss ended after a while, me being out of air while the older woman was looking crazier than before. She licked her lips another time before stripping her shirt, skirt, and underwear away. She moved and kneeled in front of my face, her warmth being right on top of my face. "Eat up!" She said in a commanding voice, but I hesitated. The woman gritted her teeth in anger and grabbed my hair. "I ordered you to eat up!" She forced my mouth to get in contact with her entrance.Â
Out of reflex, I attempted to close my mouth, but then felt a pair of forces crushing my head from both sides as her legs pressed me. The pain was enough to make me gasp. She took the opportunity to tighten her grip on my hair and pressed me harder.Â
"That's more like it!" She started to move her body up and down, making my juice splash on my face. "Now, get that tongue of yours to work baby" She ordered and once again tightened the grip, forcing me to obey her order.Â
I had to stick my tongue forward, forced to have a taste of the older woman. It was sweet and I can't stop myself from moaning from the taste of her. She also moaned at the feeling of my tongue inside her and moved faster until she cummed in my mouth.Â
Just as I was about to let go of a sigh, my left leg was lifted, Agathaâs right leg sliding under it. "It is not the end yet! I still have a lot of things I want to teach your body." She pushed her hip forward, making our center meet.
I can't help but admit that it started to feel so good. The pleasure coursing through my veins like a blast of adrenaline...Â
She repeated to thrush several more times, bringing our center together and making them part, and then collide again. She started to moan once again as I did the same, her hands starting to play with my breast, enjoying every contact through my body. Until my second orgasm was ripped from me this evening, followed by the beautiful temptress who laid on top of me while catching her breath from her release.Â
She looked down on me in complete amusement as I lay helplessly underneath her.Â
Agatha kissed the tip of my nose before sliding her warm body over me to reach something on the nightstand. When I saw what it was, my eyes grew wide as saucers...Â
Oh no... please no moreÂ
"P--please... I can't. It's too much"Â
I struggled with my bonds as I tried to pull myself away from her.Â
"Shhhh... I know you can. Just give mommy one more baby. I just need to taste you."Â
She settled herself in between my legs, parting them by force.Â
She reached between my legs and pushed something. The buzzing vibrator held against my clit sped up a notch, causing my back to arch. "Oh!" I gasped, head falling back. "Oh, ohâ"Â
Agatha cupped my left breast and mouthed at it, kissing and licking. I didn't know where to look but into her eyes, our foreheads practically touching on the pillow.Â
I'm not sure what possessed me at the moment but I was suddenly desperate to taste her lips.Â
"Kiss me," I begged. "Please..."Â
And she did. Soft and sweet, holding me to her. Tugging my lip with her teeth and stroking my back, my butt. She took hold of my legs, cupping the underside of my knees. Bringing my legs around her waist, she rocked against me, teasing my lip with her tongue.Â
I parted my lips for her, tasting her, sighing... Jolting when she tugged on my nipple. "Oh, ow, owieâ, please don'tâ"Â
I cried out with pleasure. This was so nice; it felt so good.Â
She smiled at me. âYouâve got the prettiest pussy Iâve ever seen, pet,â she said, reaching to touch me, pulling back the hood of my clit so she could rub me with her thumb. I shivered. âLook at this tiny clit. So fucking cute, and all mineâŚâÂ
She proceeded to slide down my body until she was face to face with my dripping warmth.Â
I gasped when she started to lick me and felt my stomach twitch, surprised and excited at Agathaâs eagerness to please me. I felt her tongue trace the outline of my lower lips and shuddered. A moment later, the older woman finally slid her tongue over my clit, and that's when I felt my walls clenching in a sudden spasm, screaming in pure pleasure for the third time. Due to the intensity, I blacked out.Â
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A groan left my lips when I woke up in the middle of the night with a sore body.Â
Slightly stretching, that's when I realized that I was no longer chained to the bed and I was all alone in the room.Â
Seeing this as an opportunity to get the hell outta here I immediately grabbed my clothes that were placed on the vanity chair before frantically dressing.Â
No longer caring if I was dressed right I immediately ran towards the door but stopped when it suddenly opened, revealing my fianceâs other mother, Rio Vidal dressed in her expensive suit.Â
"Ri-rio..."Â
"Sweethear, what are you doing here?" Rio asked as she curiously surveyed my disheveled form.Â
"Rio, you have to help me, please" I pleaded as I went closer to her.Â
"Why? What's wrong?" She asked as she gently held my arm.Â
"It's Aâagatha, she---"Â
"Hello, my love! You're home early," My words were cut off as Agatha appeared from the bathroom only covered by a plush purple robe. "It seems you caught our little bunny trying to hop away." She smiled devilishly...Â
Wha-what?Â
"Which is quite fortunate, I wouldn't want to miss out" Rio chuckled darkly. "But I'm very disappointed that you started without me, my love."Â
"Well, you were late. It's been so long since I wanted a taste of her. I lost all self-control the moment I had her in my grasp. But don't worry, I saved the best for you."Â
My eyes widened in realization and I felt my whole body shiver in fear as I heard the door's lock click. Locking me inside with two predators hungry for my young flesh...Â
Nonononono... this isn't happening...Â
Tears started to fall from my eyes as Agatha walked over to me, and Rioâs hand settled over my shoulders in a tight and almost painful hold.Â
Agatha looked down on me with a predatory grin before slowly tilting my chin with her finger to meet her eyes.Â
It was so dark and full of lust that it felt like I was about to drown in it.Â
"Do you know the real reason why we let our son be with someone as lowly as you? It's because the moment we saw you, we knew that we needed to have you. Our perfect little toy." My heart ached from her words. So after all this time, I was nothing but a fool.Â
"So here's what will happen from now on, you will get married to my son tomorrow and officially become part of our family. You will be a good wife to him and grant him the children he desires. But behind closed doors, you will become our pretty little pet and cater to our needs. Do you understand?" I nodded weakly.
"But the most important thing is... Nicky must never know about this little arrangement of ours. This secret will stay with you until you reach your grave, or else... I'm pretty sure you are aware of the power that we hold Y/N, if you go against us, we will destroy you and your loved ones. Do I make myself clear?" Her grip on my chin tightened, emphasizing how serious she was.Â
"Ye-yes" I stuttered through gritted teeth.Â
Agatha's eyes moved from behind me as Rio pressed her lips to my ear as she whispered...Â
"If you behave like a good little girl for us, we will reward you with anything you desire, aside from your freedom of course."Â
"Since that's all settled then, I think it's time for the main event"Â
"Wh-what would that be?" I fearfully asked.Â
Agatha smiled at me before leaning in close, her lips almost touching mine.Â
"We're going to take your virginity baby"
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my silver artbook is FINISHED and will open for preorders on 8/31 at 12pm EST!! it's been almost 3 months of work and i'm so excited to finally be able to share all the art i've worked on, PLUS a small bonus charm!
if u know silver fans,,, tell them
#FINALLY! i'm finishing up setting the shop this week and orders will open on da weekend <3 couldn't be prouder than i'm doing it#i went back and found my first statement of wanting to draw this series and it was end of MAY and now here we are!!! hes REAL#ive always wanted to publish some sort of artbook or personal zine but showing unrelated pieces felt wrong i need it to be a PIECE#so this series was perfect. im making this book for all of us. silver fans must win we have to we must. but also. im making it for me#i love him so much i crave more work for him desperately so i feed myself. and i love the diasom community i love us i LOVE US!!!!#no crumbs. no. only a full meal. the finest i can offer. silver my son you are sleepy and wonderful and i love you dearly#twst#twisted wonderland#twst silver#diasomnia#silver vanrouge#if anyone has questions feel free to reach out however!! qs or dms or whatever. i got ur back <3#suntails
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It felt as if he were being intentionally careful around her, the way he nodded and watched her. She hated it about him, she hated anyone who treated her like she was fragile or childish. She had faced more than they knew and more than she felt they could ever conceivably guess. Juneau hated being patronized more than almost anything.Â
âWell, you arenât sleeping either,â she pointed out in a sharp tone of voice. His hypocrisy went unappreciated, or at least she convinced herself it was hypocrisy to steel her resolve in disliking the man. Her eyes narrowed and her expression flattened as he brought up her initial plan to leave some time ago. If she were pressed to give a reason why she hadnât gone, sheâd remain steadfast in maintaining his intervention had nothing to do with it. There were spoils to be lifted off the dead, long-forgotten heirlooms to be found in abandoned structures, or perhaps sheâd just say it was for Kettle and their unlikely alliance. But not because this intrusive stranger told her to. âCalling this moving is generous,â she muttered under her breath.Â
Juneau finished pulling herself together to depart the small field of sleeping bodies and paused only to orient her shoulders toward the man who still insisted on speaking to her for some unknown reason. Her head tilted to the side in the same moment one side of her mouth curled upward to form her signature, self-assured smirk. âMaybe Iâm scarier than whatever is out in those woods,â she suggested. She knew the likelihood anyone would feel that way was lowâshe was small, still a bit baby-faced and unassuming. But Juneau knew she had what it took to figure out how to survive. The simper on her face shifted into a coy look, just barely illuminated by the dying fire as she lied, âMaybe I was going to go collect more kindling and fuel for that fire, but since I shouldnât go too far, Iâm sure youâll manage.â
It was weird how the mood swiftly changed when they spoke to each other, weighting on his shoulders as if he had his heavy armor on in that moment, he almost had to check to make sure he didn't, butit was obvious through the warmth of the clothing he was wearing that that was not the case - plate always got colder with the weather, even when he was wearing so much padding on the inside of the pieces. A moment of realization came as he noticed the light getting dimmer as he forgot to play with what was left of the fire, quickly returning to his self-given task.
Alder nodded softly, noticing the defensiveness of her demeanor even at a simple question such as that. He couldn't blame her, they had started on the left foot but he wouldn't have done it any other way as he was in a difficult position back then, trying to stop her from going out all alone during the night. If anything, it was a miracle he could convince her, but ever since he'd asked Lor to patrol around their encampments during the night to make sure she didn't try anything, and, if she did, he asked her to follow the girl and keep her safe, but it never got to this point.
"Things to do, you say? In the middle of the night?" He asked in an innocent tone of voice, not in a way to mock her for whatever she planned to do. "Well, I'm not going to stop you this time... I just hope you're not thinking of leaving the group again, we're already moving now, aren't we...?" At least that was somewhat true, although slower than he'd expected, but maybe that was just his point of view as someone who could probably get to Lysara in half a week from their initial point if he wanted.
A sigh left his mouth. "That's a joke." He had to point that one out just in case she didn't understand it as such, the older man didn't want to make it all more awkward than it should be. "Just don't go too far, it's really dark out there, you might get lost." Honestly, he didn't really know why he went as far as to say that, was he her parent or something? She could take care of herself.
#I think we all know she had no intention of doing anything to benefit the group#this is not my finest work but here we are#alder#alder 01
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Sometimes I just sit at work, do my thing, and my Spotify account decides to randomly throw me into my ichiruki or destiel slow & sad music, and I often don't register until it's too late and I catch feelings. And I'm just. My bro. I'm at work, what am I supposed to do with all those feelings now.
#i think better with music#but then comes heavy destiel shit like The Night We Met#or ichiruki like She is the Sunlight#like I'm literally in the middle of the narcotics case lmao#destiel#ichiruki#penny for my thoughts#fuck why they can't just be together like this literally fucks with my work#and i sit here frustrated now coz Rukia should be with Ichigo#and why the gay angel didn't kiss his cowboy#being a fan as it's finest i guess
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I really miss my LoK Bloodborne AU it's like.. one of my all time favorite AUs aljsks where Baatar and Kuvira's villain arc is basically "We're tired of being treated as lesser than, and so we will seek the old blood as to become Great Ones ourselves and we will wipe the earth and start humanity over ourselves, in our image" and everyone else is just
fear. fear. fear. concern. What do you mean? Wait, what do you mean???
#LoK Thoughts#[ truly my finest character work with Baatar and Kuvira let me tell you#then you have Varrick over here like 'hey can I get in on that?'#Baatar and Kuv just like 'haha we will think about it :)))' spoilers: no they won't]
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Last thing I expected to do today was spend 10 minutes arguing with my grandma over a cat that's been dead for nearly a decade and yet here we are
#I'm sorry but if the woman who took her in after we moved is saying that she spent ages treating her for chronic bronchitis#after you and mom decided to keep her on the balcony in all kinds of weather instead of looking after the kids#and making sure they don't provoce the cat not eat out of her bowl#then I'm sure as fuck gonna believe that over your assurances that a cat spending winters on an unheated balcony is fine. actually#'oh please what does Marina know??'#um. EVERYTHING??? again she's the one who treated the poor thing and managed her alive for another 4-5 years#I'm taking her word over someone who never gave a damn about animals. thank you very much#this is such a sore topic for me apparently. animal cruelty at its finest and it seems like no one cares#they all just think that my auntie is trying to make them look bad and it's actually her fault the cat was sick#this family is so fucking infuriating#stormcloud I am so so sorry. you deserved so much better than being adopted into this fucking family#at least Marina loved her. she and my uncle may not be saints but they are a step above my mom and grandma in my eyes#if for no other reason than them treating Stormcloud with some basic human decency#no idea where this rant came from. but I can't voice it to anyone else so I'm putting it here#I feel like I should write a poem or something#I've never done anything of the sort but apparently there are some unprocessed feelings here that I should probably work through#idk. we'll see. I have to make it home from grandma's first
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Itâs painful being in love with someone who did you dirty & talks so bad about you to others. Praying for strength to let go & heal. Literally in disbelief & disappointed. Never wouldâve imagined it this way. But thatâs life right? A pain a real one shouldnât have to feel. Literal pain. So difficult to describe. People who never felt true love wouldâve even understand. I never understood heartbreak until it happened to me. I pray when yâall fall in love itâs equally between the two because this ainât it. Literally not myself anymore, I will never let myself love someone like that again. Itâs not worth this heartbreak, trust is so far gone & I donât want to try again, so I wonât. Fuck That! So many emotions at once.
#disbelief#in love like a dummy#learning to get over it#trust over love though#self love is important#never thought it wouldâve been this way#disrespect at its finest#feeling like a dummy#heartbroken#rather you leave then cheat#thought we had the same beliefs in marriage#true love works out the wrongs#being showed daily I was never the one#people change for who they want & truly love#hard to let go when your love was real#my heart aches with love but my mind knows I have to let go & itâs the worst battle ever cause I donât want to know I have to#I hate it here#like why this way#couldâve just left peacefully & then move on#I donât get the cheating game it makes no sense#people are who they are#either the secrets told of his last I shouldâve known better but was blinded by love#I believed his words on marriage like a dummy cause I thought we believed the same
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very classic but summoning a demon to fuck you and he gets a little obsessed đ
Imagine Himbo Demon was one day just casually going about his business, torturing a mortal with the agonizing act of small talk when suddenly a flash of white explodes across his vision. The next thing he knows heâs standing in a magical circle of your own design and he canât get out.
You ask if heâs an incubus and thatâs when he notices the book in your hand, âHow to Summon Incubi With Your Friends: The Party Guide.â He also looks you over and notices how painstakingly pretty you are and thinks⌠he could be an incubus.
That night he has what he claims as the best sex of his eternal life, no doubt about it. The way your body moved as you rode him within an inch of his life made him swear he was being taken back to heaven. The way you tasted sweeter than the finest nectar till it burned permanently into his senses. Every last bit of you was addicting.
When the summoning spellâs time was coming to a close, the demon actually felt an ache at the idea of leaving you and your sweet, sweet holes. He tried to reach for you once more but with a flash of white he was back in hell. His heart and his cock aching for you.
The minute he can heâs scouring hellâs library for the book he saw in your grasp. He reads it like a man possessed, ironically, looking for the spell you mustâve used.
As heâs reading the book, an Incubus just so happens to look over at him. Sensing eyes on him he looks up and their gazes meet. The Incubus reads the cover of the book he has and his eyes widen. He begins slowly inching away from Himbo Demon before turning and quickly rushing off.
Himbo Demon tilts his head, curious as to why the Incubus gave such a reaction. But after a moment of brief confusion, he goes back to reading the book. His eyes brightening as he finds the spell.
That night he clumsily performs the spell. His mind foggy with lust. His cock red, angry, and dripping with precum as he thinks about drowning in your holes, lapping up your essence like itâs the only food heâll ever need and then fucking you until youâre raw and swollen, only to soothe any pain with his tongue.
Himbo demon growls, reaching down and lazily stroking his cock with one hand and performing the spell with the other. Somehow by a true miracle, it works. He appears back in the same fading circle he appeared in last time. His eyes ignite with feral need and his gaze flickers around the low-lit room before a door opens and you come waltzing in wearing nothing but a towel.
âMiss me, baby?â He snarls in excitement, knowing now he has a way to keep coming back to you.
You yelp, jerking back against the wall in surprise. Not expecting the demon to be here again but youâre not exactly upset about it either. Himbo Demon smiles wickedly, but in truth heâs just so happy to see you! He moves at the speed of lightning and heâs on you in an instant. His tall lithe body caging you in against the wall. You exhale shakily, your body tingling with need and your belly churning with arousal as you glance down at his fat cock bobbing and dribbling with his own arousal.
The scent of you floods Himbo Demonâs senses and he growls, fangs flashing in the moonlight that peaks in from the window. Feeling beyond thrilled that the spell worked. That he can go to you whenever he feels like it now. So long as you keep the summoning circle up, that is. But heâs too focused on your new easy access to even try and realize that.
âDonât worry, sweet human. Iâve found my way back to you and your glorious body. From now on we shall never be parted and I can properly fuck your weak mortal shell ragged as much as I desire. And there is much⌠much desire,â Himbo Demon rasps heatedly, looking down at you with a fire in his eyes.
Before you can even think to respond, the demon is shredding your towel into two, revealing your body to him in all its glory. He barely takes the time to appreciate the view and suddenly heâs pressing into, rubbing his length along the height of your belly.
And you know this is the start of a wild adventure. One youâre sure is bound to last more than another night.
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Bucky Barnes x Female Reader: One Shot (Smut)
Summary: Bucky is a little desperate for some alone time during one of Stark's parties, and ten minutes is all he needs.
Word Count: 2.2k (no mention of Y/N)
Warnings: Profanity, drinking, unprotected sex, praise, oral (male receiving), slight exhibitionism (bathroom at a party), MINORS DNI!
A/N: I kinda took a break from writing because I had a lot of unfinished fics, but I'm slowly starting to get back into it. And thank you for 300 followers on here! I can't believe there's that many people of you who actually like my writing :)
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âThatâs gotta be what, your sixth drink?â You giggled, watching as Bucky polished off another glass, âdonât you wanna slow it down a little?â
With a smirk, he set the empty crystal on the countertop. âWorried Iâll have too much and do something to embarrass you, sweetheart?â
âYou could never embarrass me, James,â you rolled your eyes, âand you also canât get drunk.â
âSânot gonna stop me from trying,â he grinned, ânow come here..â
Wrapping his arm around your waist, he pulled you into his side before you could give an answer. Not that you minded â you didnât need an excuse to be as close to him as possible. You nestled your head in the crook of his neck, breathing in the heavy aftershave that he wore. It was your favourite scent. The musk from it mixed with the spice of the whiskey on his breath as it fanned across your cheeks. It was intoxication in the best way possible, superseding the several glasses of liquor that youâd consumed yourself.
âThere is something else, if you think you can handle it.â
In your own little bubble, it was easy to forget that the two of you werenât alone. Breaking your gaze away from Bucky, you saw one of your teammates making his way over to you with a delicately engraved bottle in his large hand.
âHi Thor,â you smiled politely, âwhat is that?â
He held the bottle up proudly. âAsgardian liquor, the finest brewed there. It puts everything here on Midgard to shame.â
âI bet.â You chuckled.
âIâll take that as a challenge.â Bucky grinned, stepping away from you momentarily to join Thor and some of the others in a round.
You folded your arms across your chest as you shook your head. The super soldier serum might stop his body from reacting to alcohol in the typical way, but it did have a particular effect on Bucky. You couldnât help but notice how he always seemed to get that little bit more handsy with you. Maybe it was a placebo effect, or maybe that was just an excuse to keep you close to his wandering hands.
Either way, barely twenty minutes had passed before your observation was proven true.
Your shoulder leaned against the back wall as you watched Steve and Tony play pool when Bucky joined you.
âWhereâve you been?â he murmured, âI was looking for you.â
His metal hand drifted up your side, tracing the hem of your shirt and slipping underneath to graze your hip. The metal raised goosebumps on your warm skin, and you shivered further back into his arms.
âBucky, stop⌠what if someone sees?â You whispered.
Bucky didnât ease up, rubbing soft circles on your hip as he drew you in closer. âItâs okay, nobodyâs looking at us.â
You glanced around. The loud music masked your hushed whispers, and the addition of Thorâs Asgardian liquor had worked wonders on the team of superheroes. With all of their defences down, no one had noticed the way the pair of you had sidled off to the side.
âWe shouldnât risk it.â You whispered, reaching for his hand and stopping it in its tracks.
âLetâs get out of here, just for a little bit,â he leaned in, pressing his lips to your jaw. The gentle ghost of his breathy murmurs in your ear sent your heart racing, âten minutes, thatâs all I need.â
âAre you really suggesting that we hook up in the middle of the party?â Your head tilted in a mixture of curiosity and surprise.
âWhy not?â Bucky pouted. His lips looked so damn kissable when he did that. The thought of giving in, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth in a frantic need to satisfy the urge that you were starting to feel right now was starting to not seem like such a bad idea.
âBecauseâŚâ Your voice trailed off in search of a compelling reason. Even the slightly hint of doubt would signal a dead giveaway to Bucky that you were more than willing to give in. And the worst part of it was the stupid grin on his face that told you he knew this too.
âBecause?â He taunted, his smirk growing wider.
âBecauseâŚâ The agitation in your voice grew as you struggled.
Bucky chuckled darkly, letting his right hand meet his other at your waist. He turned you slightly, until your back was against his chest. Grip tightening, he pulled your hips back into his. Pressed flush against him, you became all too aware of the way his tight, muscular body felt against yours. And that wasnât the only thing.
âBucky, are you-â
âPainfully.â He whispered, leaving another soft kiss just below your ear. Your head fell back to rest against his shoulder. Lips parting, a quiet whimper escaped from them. Bucky tucked a curl behind your ear to lean in better, âWhat was that that I just heard, hm? You can resist all you like, doll. But your bodyâs betraying you.â
He was right of course, but you bit your bottom lip anyway in an attempt to prevent yourself from letting another sound slip. The more you tried to hide your growing desires, the more Bucky persisted. His hand slid down your hip to the hem of your skirt. He played with the material, gently grazing his fingers across the back of your thigh that was now exposed to him. Instinctively, your legs clenched as he dared to venture higher.
Bucky chuckled under his breath. âBite your lip all you want. But what are you gonna do when you start to soak through your underwear and all over that pretty outfit of yours?â
Your face burned red as your gaze immediately fell downwards. Searching the front of your dress as discreetly as you could, your shoulders relaxed when you found that you hadnât. But your reaction alone was enough to let Bucky know that you considered it a real possibility.
âDid I have you worried there for a second?â he mocked, âYou know Iâm right. Come on⌠ten minutes.â
âTen minutes.â You said through gritted teeth.
âYes maâam.â He smirked, gripping your hand and pulling you out of the room.
It was a wonder that you made it to the bathroom at all. His hands were everywhere. Running through your hair, on your waist, cupping your cheek. But yours were the same, only pulling away just long enough to fumble with the bathroom door. It pushed open, and you both crashed through.
With a hand on his chest, you pushed him back to lean on the door. His eyes widened in at your sudden control, but who was he to stop you? Ripping the hand towel down off the rail by the sink, he dropped it to the floor to cushion you as you sank to your knees in front of him. You toyed with the zipper of his jeans, slowly pulling them and his boxers down in one as you pressed soft kisses to each inch of his bare skin that you exposed.
Bucky let out a tormented groan from the back of his throat as your tongue teased up to the head of his cock. He looked down at you and nearly buckled at the sight. Your hand gripping his thigh, hair messy and lipstick smudged. He watched your wet lips twist into a soft smirk that was so close to wrapping around him.
âWhen you said painfully, I had no idea this is what Iâd done to you.â You cooed, innocently sliding your palm up and down his length.
Bucky hissed at the sensation and reached out to tilt your face up to look at him. His fingers were firm on your cheeks. âWeâre down to nine minutes. You gonna keep talking with that sweet mouth, doll, or do you want to put it to good use?â
He didnât have to ask twice. His tip grazed the back of your throat in one smooth motion. But you didnât let it rest. You moved your head back and forth, letting your tongue trace over every vein. Buckyâs hand slid up from your jaw to cup your cheek, pulling you further around him as he met your movements with shallow thrusts. His view of you faded as his eyes squeezed shut, revelling in the overwhelming pleasure you were bringing him. The two of you mightâve set a time limit on this brief rendezvous but fuck he could let you go on like this forever.
Head falling back against the door with a soft thud, he growled. The animalistic sound ripped through his gritted teeth as he tugged your head back and off him. Pre cum lingered on your lips as you licked them clean.
Reaching for your hands he helped you to your feet and wasted no time in pressing his lips to yours. He walked you backwards until your bumped into the sink. Reaching for your thighs, he lifted you up to rest on the countertop. Your skirt slipped and bunched up around your waist as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He leaned in, nudging himself between your legs. Gentle whines slipped out from your trembling lips as he brushed over your wetness.
âBuckyâŚâ You begged softly.
âI know, baby, I know,â he murmured, sliding your underwear over to one side, âseven minutes.â
Bucky pushed his hips forward to meet yours, burying himself completely in you. His head dropped to the crook of your shoulder and his lips met your neck. Your arms curled around his broad back, scrunching up the material of his shirt as you clung desperately to him. Soft grunts from him reverberated up into your ear as he pulled out of you only to get sucked right back in by your tight cunt. With one hand on your hip and the other on the edge of the sink, he kept you in position to take it all. Every stroke inside of you had you clenching down around him. His knuckles turned white as his fingertips pressed harder into your skin with each sharp thrust.
âSuch a good girl, letting me fuck you with all our friends in the next room,â he muttered between delicate nips at the skin just below your ear, âand you had the nerve to act like you didnât want this just as much as I did.â
Your hands moved up through his hair and down to the sides of his face as you leaned in, lips met his in a needy fashion. The kiss that followed was all-consuming, swallowing any quiet moans that might give the pair of you away. But shallow breaths slipped out here and there as Bucky rolled his tongue over yours in passionate frenzy.
He pulled on your hip until your body slipped closer to the edge of the sink, and you let out a small gasp. As Buckyâs lips parted from yours, he smirked at the fucked-out haze that glazed over your eyes as his cock rutted up deeper inside of you. As he quickened the twitch of his hips, your thighs tightened around his waist.
âKeep that up, and I wonât be able to pull out, doll.â He grunted softly.
Your brows furrowed as your head leaned back in a wave of pleasure. You werenât listening to a damn word he was saying right now. Buckyâs hand left your hip briefly to tilt your head back to him.
âIs that what you want? Want me to fill you up and fuck it back into you hard enough that it doesnât leak out for everyone to see?â
Too out of it to verbally respond, your thighs gave him a light squeeze and answered for you. Buckyâs hand let go of your face and reaffirmed its position on your hip as he then set a ruthless pace. Your head slipped forwards to rest on his shoulder. Burying your face in the crook of his collarbone, your moans vibrated against his throat, driving him crazy. You let your body go limp in his hands as he worked to bring you both a release that the pair of you desperately craved.
Two more thrusts was all it took to bring you both over that delicious edge. His metal hand nearly snapped a porcelain chunk out of the counter with how hard he was gripping it when he came. But you were only the same, with your thighs shaking and breathing heavy. You fluttered around him with every beat of your heart, squeezing every drop of come out of his cock that he had to give you. He lazily rocked his hips a couple more times, coating every inch inside of you.
Buckyâs hands released your body from his tight grip as he gently brushed strand of messy hair out of your face, but he kept himself seated.
âYou canât tell me that wasnât worth it.â He breathed.
Your pink cheeks pinched into a soft smile. âMaybe it was.â
âMaybe, huh?â He raised an eyebrow, not hesitating to lean into your neck.
âWhat are you doing?â You giggled as you felt his gentle kisses.
âWhat? Iâve still got one minute left.â He grinned playfully, trailing kisses up your cheek now as well.
âBucky.â You whined, feeling his cock teasingly plunge deeper inside of you. Your sensitive body could barely handle any more.
âFine,â he smirked, and slowly eased himself out of you, âbut when this partyâs over, Iâm done holding back.â
#bucky barnes fic#bucky barnes#bucky barnes one shot#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky x reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes smut#bucky smut#bucky x you#james bucky buchanan barnes#the winter soldier#bucky barnes au
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Red Hood climbs up onto a roof with the intention of watching some drug smugglers below, only to find Robin, crouched in the perfect hiding space Jason had noticed. The boy is eating fries from a curled down Batburgers bag and sipping a Riddler Shake.
Jason: What are you doing here, Boy Wonder?
Tim: Probably the same thing you are. Spying on criminals.
Jason: ...
Tim: Want some fries? They're Jokerized, just to warn you.
Jason: Why?
Tim: Kon-El got some to try the last time he sneaked into Gotham and it turns out they're really good.
Jason: No, why would you offer me fries?
Tim: I have enough to share and I can always buy more?
Jason: Why are you being nice to me?
Tim: I'm offering fries, not a kidney. Why wouldn't I?
Jason: Because of the knife to the throat or, you know, that time I beat you within an inch of your life?
Tim: ...
Jason: ...
Tim: What the fuck was your time as Robin like?
Jason: The fuck?
Tim: A mentally unstable individual violently attacked me because he was scared or mad at Batman. That's like a bi-monthly occurrence for me, minimum. At least you were really insane and want to get better now-
Jason: I never said I wanted to stop killing.
Tim: I said get better. You want to be in control of yourself instead of being all Lazarus crazy, right?
Jason: Yes. But that doesn't mean I won't kill.
Tim: That's still wanting to get better. You think half the rouges who rotate through Arkham are actually trying to get better by even that much?
Jason: No.
Tim: Me, either. So that makes you an improvement over the usual. Plus, you know, the trauma from being murdered and all.
Jason: That's not an excuse to attack a kid.
Tim: No, but it's an explanation, which, again, is better than the usual. And you're showing signs of genuine remorse. That's huge around here. How often do we get that?
Jason: Anyone ever tell you your standards are kinda fucked up?
Tim: They'd have to pay closer attention for that.
Jason: Fucking what?
Tim: Doesn't matter. It's not like you're going to talk to anyone and even if you did, who'd believe you?
Jason: ...
Tim: So, you want some fries?
Jason: Yeah, sure.
Jason: These are good.
Tim: Right?
Jason: Is this nori?
Tim: Uh-huh; with paprika, kosher salt, and msg. I think there might be something else in there, but I haven't been able to place it.
Jason: Potato starch.
Tim: Oh, that makes sense.
Jason: I am definitely Jokerizing my fries from now on.
Tim: Try them with the Riddler Shake, too. The mint really compliments them.
Jason: I'll do that.
Tim: Wait. Doesn't that guy work for Black Mask?
Jason: Yes, he does.
Tim: So...want to pull a World's Finest?
Jason: A what?
Tim: You know, a team-up?
Jason: You-? Fucking- You know what? Sure. Let's pull a World's Finest. *under his breath* Little freak.
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In my opinion, the butt jokes are incredibly incredibly tired.
So here are several fun facts about Dick that you can use for comedic effects/running jokes instead:
His hatred of Capes. Listen we are talking about Dick wore a yellow cape for 9 to 10 years in universe Grayson. The moment he changed his costume, he straight refused to ever wear a cape again, the only time he had to wear one, it was as Batman and it was very very frustrating for him.
You know that when he watched the Incredibles with Lian and Roy or Damian and Edna Mode came on screen with her hatred of capes, this was his reaction:
Someone else finally understand him. She instantly became his favorite character.
His tendency to put unknown substances/evidence in his mouth and being able to identify it by taste and his knowledge of what Heroin taste like (yep still not over it).
It's both impressive (the fact that he can actually identify something by taste alone is impressive) and gross and even his closest friends don't understand why he is the way that he is, Do we think it's the Bat training or do we think it's just Dick (tm)... I feel like it has to be just Dick, right ? considering everything in Gotham is a toxin of some kind ? How many heart attack do we think he gave both Bruce and the Titans with that ?
Dick Grayson namer of superhero things: Listen, I just learned that Dick named the Arrowcave and now I just kinda love the idea of a running joke that every time a classic superhero in contact with Robin has a goofy name for something superhero related, it probably comes from the 9 year old superhero who thought it sounded cool.
The Titans are never letting that go and Dick doesn't want to talk about it (but he secretly still really like the names, they were cool when he was 9 and pretty practical when you think about it, thank you very much).
Everyone has a crush on him (tm): Honestly it is pretty funny that everyone and theirs entire family have a crush on Nightwing (and also pretty consistent canon since Raven in ntt). The reaction of the batfam is annoyed because that's gross, it's Dick, theirs brother/son, and the Titans are amused (Donna, Vic, Garth and maybe Wally) or maybe sorta part of the people who have had a crush on him (Kory obviously , Roy, Raven).
You do need to be careful with that, but I think if you do the opposite of what DC is usually doing, you'll be fine.
Also you can also includes the disastrous first date with supergirl in that. She also had a crush on him and they date was so horrible that he considered changing superhero identity because it was so embarrassing (truly one of the greatest plot-point on Superman/batman world finest honestly and this series is genuinely my favorite modern/current series)..
His petty side when he doesn't like someone: Listen, Dick has a petty side, ask Helena circa Outsiders (2003), Talia (always), Jason circa the late 2000s (Morrison era) and Azrael (also always). When he doesn't like people but has to work with them, he is going to be a little shit because they have to know he doesn't like them. it's important. and the comedic potential of Nightwing, one of the most competent, known and admired hero of the community being so petty is excellent. 10 out of 10, I need him to work with someone he hates again just for the fun of it.
The last one is just an headcanon and do not have basis in canon as far as I know:
Sometimes, as an adult, Nightwing says Holy shit in front of a classic superhero and that superhero does a double take because they are so used to him saying Holy goly batman (and that include Batman).
#dc#dc comics#the opposite of what dc is doing is this: don't make the people who do have said crush harass him or kiss him without his consent#dick grayson#nightwing#batman#roy harper#robin#the titans#dcu
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ROOKIE - LN
based on this request ⧠my inbox is open for requests (or if u just want a chat!) â§
warnings - none! just fluff (not proofread), oblivious reader and lando
part 2 !!
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the sun was shining brightly over the racetrack, casting on the 4 karts, lined up behind the group. max stood behind the camera, making sure everyone was in frame before running round to join Lando. at his other side stood y/n - long term friend of the two, and unofficial quadrant member.
lando flashed a wide grin at the camera.
âhey, everyone!â he announced, clapping his hands together, âwelcome back to the quadrant channel. today, we have something special for you. me and max are going to teach our karting rookie here how to drive on a track like a pro,â he add, hands moving to gesture in y/n direction.
she smiled, waving awkwardly at the camera. it wasnât her first time featuring on the channel, but she usually made small appearances when the whole team filmed. at the start, viewers had assumed she was landoâs girlfriend, noticing the way the two interacted with each other. but she wasnât - not to say there wasnât anything between the two of them, but they were just too stubborn to talk about it.
âyou nervous?â lando asked her, smiling lightly.
âno different to driving a car right?â she replied, smiling back at him.
ânot the way you drive, i guess,â he retorted, earning a light slap to his arm.
âso!â max started, clapping too as he faced the camera, âweâre starting y/n off in the lowest powered kart, and working our way up. when sheâs comfortable, weâre going to have a small competition,â he added, his tone holding emphasised mystery.
it was y/n turn to speak to the camera.
âdo i also need to clap when i start my sentence?â she asked max, grinning as she did. y/n could see niran burst into laughter behind the camera, all too familiar with the âwho claps the mostâ argument.
âsorry, sorry,â she jokingly defended, holding up her hands when she caught max and lando both giving her a look filled with distaste. she turned back to the camera, âwe will be seeing if the student really becomes the master, as i take on lando in a time-trialled race.â
the group moved closer to the first kart, y/n zipping up the rest of her protective clothing as they moved, balancing her helmet in the crevice of her arm.
âright, helmet on!â lando told her, though he moved to tuck loose hairs, that had fallen from her ponytail, behind her ears before grabbing the helmet from her, pushing it over her head. his hands rested on the side for a moment, wobbling her head slightly before moving to pop the visor up and look her in the eyes.
âcomfortable?â he asked her, watching as she nodded, âready?â
she hesitated for a moment, before nodding again. y/n wasnât worried about injuring herself, no, she feared that she would do a bad job and the video wouldnât be a good watch.
âyouâll be fine, angel, i promise,â he reassured her, his fingers moving to pull the zip of her suit up further, âif not, we blame max,â he joked. the two of them looked at the man stood on the other side of the kart, who quickly turned his head as though he hadnât been watching the two interact, wondering when theyâd figure whatever this was out. though he didnât supposed it mattered, if this footage was left in the viewers would be quick to point it out, as they always did.
âitâs ok - if something bad happens, youâre the one that has to tell my mum,â y/n replied with a shrug, trying to grin despite her face being squashed.
âbagsy not me this time!â max called out.
ânot fair! i did it last time!â lando shouted back childishly.
âin maxâs defence, last time was your fault, lan,â y/n chimed in, patting his shoulder, âand all you did was leave a voicemail!â
âhiya, itâs lando - just letting you know y/n is in the hospital, but sheâs fine. probably,â max mimicked, recalling the way lando left quite possibly the worst voicemail anyone had ever.
ânot my finest moment, iâll admit,â lando replied quietly before trying to manoeuvre the woman in front of him towards the kart.
y/n moved to climb into the first kart, her hand gripping tightly at landoâs arm to use as support before she sat down fully. he squatted down next to her, max following suit on the other side, before explaining the basics to her - when to brake, when to speed up, when to take a corner wide.
âlast thing - the steering wheel,â he continued, making sure the mic could pick up his voice. his hands reached out to grab hers, placing them in the correct position on the wheel.
âwhat about the pedals?â she asked him.
âthe same as normal? acceleratorâŚ.brake?â he added, smiling as he pointed to each pedal as though it was obvious.
y/n nodded up at him, before grabbing the steering wheel and pretending to drive, making a âneeyowwwmâ noise as she did.
âsheâs fine,â max laughed out, âstrap her in and weâll get started. oh, y/n donât forget you have a the mic and the headset so we can communicate as you go round the track.â
âyouâre doing great!â landoâs voice sounded through her earpiece, full of encouragement, âbrake a little earlier for this next turn.â
y/n grinned, confidence growing with each lap. she was now onto the last kart, one lap left before she was supposed to race lando.
âhowâs that?â
âperfect! youâre a natural,â he praised, his pride evident.
âiâm gonna kick your ass,â she threatened as she neared the finish line.
âlooking forward to it,â lando remarked, this time in person as he stepped towards the side of her kart, â10 minute break before we race?â
âplease,â she replied, nodding up and moving her hands to undo the straps before pushing herself up to step out from the kart. her balance faltered slightly as she did, though landoâs arms had shot out, his hands gripping her waist to steady her as she stepped out from the kart. even when y/n was fine to walk alone, landoâs hands never left, his hand firmly positioned on her lower back as they walked towards max.
âhow was that,â max asked her, his eyes darting from lando to the woman who was struggling to pull her helmet off.
âreally good,â she replied with an enthusiastic nod once lando had helped to pull the helmet from her head, ânot sure on that last corner but weâll see how it goes.â
âseemed alright on that last lap,â max reassured her, though he couldnât help but notice the way lando looked at her face, smiling fondly as she explained how she might approach the race.
âright, it is finally time!â max called out, facing the camera as y/n took a seat in the kart behind him, âthe moment we have all been waiting for. lando norris, formula one racer versus karting rookie y/n.â
âkarting rooki- max i have so many better attributes to describe me?â y/n called out jokingly.
âsorry - lando norris, formula one racer versus ânine points on her licenseâ y/n!â he joked, âis that better?â
âNINE? i do not have nine points on my license?â she retorted, âitâs like 3?â
âitâs nine,â lando interrupted with a snort as he crouched down next to her to check her straps were tight enough, âtwo counts of speeding, and that one time you ran a red light - am i wrong?â he added with a grin.
y/n shook her head at him, though her silence confirmed his claim. the three moved on quickly, y/n finding herself breathing in sharply as lando pulled on the straps too hard, tightening them around her ribs.
âsorry,â he mumbled, loosening them slightly, âbreathe out fâme,â he added, checking that she had room, before muttering a quick perfect as she did.
anyone who believed lando would go easy on y/n was a fool. sheâd managed a good few overtakes, took corners well and maintained her speed, but as they approached the last lap lando seemed to slip further away. even with her foot to the floor, her kart was slowing more and more until the engine fully gave up, spluttering a few times before dying.
âwell this is embarrassing,â she announced, looking into the gopro attached to the kart as she did.
âhold still for a moment, y/n,â max said through her headset, âneed lando to stop before you can get out.â
so y/n sat, waiting for lando to stop so that she could climb out from the kart and do her walk of shame back to base. but she didnât have to wait long before she saw lando jogging towards her.
âyou good?â he asked her on approach, his helmet long abandoned with his kart.
âthe engine just died on me,â she told him, annoyed.
âi told max i thought i could hear it struggling when i passed you,â he told her, holding out his hand for her to climb out, âhowever, canât have you not finish your first ever karting race.â
âwhat?â
âclimb on,â lando told her, crouching slightly and tapping his back for her to climb on.
y/n didnât argue, she knew sheâd lose. so she stood behind him, bouncing slightly before jumping onto his back, his hands moving to grab her legs and her arms wrapping around his neck loosely. he started running towards the finish line, y/n clinging tightly onto him whilst mimicking car noises, lando laughing loudly as she did.
âyou two look like youâve been doing this for years,â max called out, breathing through his laughter at the sight in front of him.
âwe have,â they said in unison as they approached him. max knew this - he himself had fallen victim to giving y/n a piggyback a fair few times over the years - however it didnât make the situation less funny to him.
lando placed y/n down with a soft thud, before realising something, his eyes widening.
âwait who won?â
âwhat do you mean âwho wonâ?â she asked confused, âmy engine died, lando.â
âi didnât cross the line,â he whined, âi went to get you before i crossed it.â
âfunny you should ask,â max interrupted, using the opportunity to turn to the camera set up, âwe ran the VAR andâŚâ
âare you waiting for a drumroll orâŚ?â lando asked impatiently.
âdonât be mean,â y/n told him, slapping his arm lightly, âgod forbid you not be so competitive for once.â
âso!â max started again, knowing their bickering could last hours if he didnât interrupt, âwe ran the VAR and youâll be glad to know thatâŚ.y/n - your foot was the first to cross the line!â
âyes!â she cheered, pumping her fist dramatically.
âhow is that right? i was carrying her?â lando whined again.
âher foot was in front of you mate,â max laughed, âshouldâve tucked it behind you if you wanted to win so bad,â he added, shrugging.
âthat is the last time i do anything nice for you,â lando seethed jokingly, turning to face y/n before ruffling his hand through her hair to mess it up.
she dodged his hand quickly, head jerking sideways as she shouted at him.
âyouâre such a sore loser.â
âi am not.â
ârematch?â
#lando norris#lando norris x reader#lando norris smut#lando x reader#lando smut#lando norris imagine#lando norris fanfic#formula 1#mclaren f1#mclaren#lando norris fluff#propertyofwicked
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rafe x kook!sweetheart!reader ; the one where rafe meets your parents
a/n: inspired by this !reader
âi love you, rafey,â you say, standing on your tippy toes to kiss him. "you look very handsome. my parents are going to love you." that's a total lie, but you're not going to get in an argument before he meets your parents.Â
"stop lying, your parents hate me," rafe says, rolling his eyes. he's not lying, after your dad found out that you were in a relationship with the kook prince, who is also known for his drinking, drugs, and his many parties, he was furious to say the least. "your dad better not piss me off because i'm not in the mood," rafe says looking in the mirror checking himself out. âbut you do look sexy, baby. we might need to stay here and have a little fun," rafe pulls you in, lowering his hand down your back before grabbing your butt and licking his lips (in a very attractive way).
"baby stop we have to get going," you moan as rafe kisses all over your neck. "my parents are expecting us at 4 and it's already 4:30."
"don't blame me," rafe says with a final kiss and a playful smack on your butt. "you're the one who wanted to shower together." as he finishes adjusting his suit, rafe grabs his keys and takes your hand, gently guiding you toward the door. "come on princess, before i rip your clothes off and spend the night up in that movie room."
giggling, you follow rafe to his car. he gives you a playful pinch on the hip as he opens the door for you, then quickly shuts it before hurrying around to the other side. the drive is brief, considering heâs practically your neighbor.
as you arrive, your housekeeper, maid, and butler are all outside, awaiting your arrival. "hello, miss y/n and mr. cameron. mr and mrs. are waiting for you inside," your butler says, opening your car door and offering his hand, which you graciously take with a quick 'thank you.' despite coming from a wealthy background, rafe had never fully experienced life with so many staff members working within a household.
"come on, rafe," you say, pulling his clammy hands. though he'd never admit it, rafe was definitely nervous. your dad was far more powerful than ward ever was. "my dad will try to intimidate you, but remember, his princess always gets what she wants. and what I want is you."
grateful for your words, rafe kisses the side of your head, murmuring a soft 'thank you, bunny.' as you step into the grand foyer, your pomeranian rushes to greet you, pawing at you excitedly until she spots rafe and starts pressing her paws against him. rafe, not one for animals, picks her up and hands her off to the butler.
not a second later, your parents come around the corner. your mom is smiling, but your dad wears a scowl as he fixes his gaze on rafe.
"yay, my princess is home!" your mom exclaims, rushing toward you as her Givenchy dress glides across the floor. rafe watches in awe as your mom embraces you, realizing where you get your beauty from. sheâs every bit the goddess you are, with a shared love for luxury. both of you indulge in the finest clothes, regular pedicures and manicures, spontaneous blowouts, sensual pefumes, and rigorous workout routines. yet, despite your lavish lifestyle, you both have countless acts of charity under your beltsâwhether it's volunteering at soup kitchens or distributing food around the Cut, you do it together, and enjoy it.
"daddy, i missed you," you say, releasing your mom and running to your dad, who already has his arms open wide. rafe does a double take, thinking you were talking to him, until he realizes youâre addressing your actual dad. "hereâs the love of my life, rafe cameron," you say, letting go of your dad after a few seconds and pulling rafe toward your parents.
"itâs so nice to meet you both," rafe says, deepening his voice and firming his grip as he reaches out to shake hands. "y/n speaks so highly of you two, I feel like I already know you." your mom, ever the sweet soul, smiles warmly, slapping his hands aside and pulling him into a hug. "itâs nice to meet you too," she says. rafe had never experienced a motherâs embrace like this. he sighs in relief, savoring the moment before turning to shake hands with your father.
for a moment, your dad looks sternly at rafe, but then he glances at your sweet smile before turning back to rafe. a smile breaks across his face. "welcome to the family, son," your dad chuckles. "iâm not a fan of you or your reputation, but you make my daughter happy, thatâs what matters most to me." rafe exhales in relief, shaking your dadâs extended hand.
you glance at rafe's smile and then at your parents, feeling your heart warm at the affection theyâre showing each other. in that moment, you know deep downâhe is the one.
later in the night, you all sit down for dinner. before the meal, your mom teases you with childhood photos, while your dad gives rafe a lecture about some lacrosse match. after dinner, despite your protests, your parents insisted that rafe stay, which made rafe and you have a very fun sleepover. ;)
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âThe Three of Usâ
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Fully co-authored with: @precious-little-scoundrel
Thanks to: My incomparable co-author & sweetheart Marina, for being willing to follow this rabbit hole with me and explore this little trio! And for the gorgeous mood board and vibes, Iâm obsessed. And to Ashley, for being the best damn cheerleader we could ask for. âĽď¸
Warnings: All the sex, 18+ only
Word count: 8k
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Sometimes in Hollywood, magic happens behind the scenes - in a dark corner of Bar Lubitsch or a little poolside bungalow at the Chateau Marmont. Things that are only whispered about in certain circles or sent to Deuxmoi with the stipulation of âanon please.â The blurry flash of a hand, littered with telltale rings, on her Instagram story. The paparazzi photos of a drunken night out before the three of them disappeared into the balmy Los Angeles evening. The fandom set ablaze by rumors as they combed over every sign, every possibility, every look that they took for godâs honest truth. A myth in the making, never confirmed, never denied.
When a ballsy journalist had the gumption to ask Callum about the rumors some months down the road, he just grinned his Cheshire smile and shook his head, the slightest blush hinting at the corners of his already ruddy cheeks.
âNah, mate, canât believe everyfing you read in Hollywood, can ya.â A statement, no trace of question in his ice blue eyes as he licked his cherry lips and stared the journalist down, daring them to dig deeper. His heart may have started pounding a little too hard but only he knew that. Nothing belied the steely gaze he turned on the journalist - not a flex in his jaw or a slight blink or the whisper of a breath. Needless to say, that journalist had no desire to go toe-to-toe with all six feet two inches of Chelseaâs finest lad. They let the subject drop, though the air had already been sucked out of the tiny interview room. Callum noted with suppressed glee the way the journalist shifted in their seat uncomfortably, trying to regain the upper hand.
Serves ya right, ya wanker, floated through Calâs head and it took all his energy to focus his thoughts on the next question being asked of him. Now that the taboo subject had been brought up, he couldnât keep his mind from drifting back towards that fateful night, like the breach in a shipâs hull the memories flooded in. The soft give of her flesh beneath his fingers as he dug them into her hips, needing her closer, closer. The salty taste of Austinâs skin on his tongue as he dragged it slowly across his friendâs collarbone, the streak of wetness left behind shimmering in the moonlight. The mingled sighs and shared breaths, overpowering and heady in that dark little bungalow. That was the night he couldnât get out of his head, no matter how hard he tried. It didnât matter how many books he read or women he kissed or bloody hikes he took in Runyon Canyon, he was always going back to the night when everything changed.
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âDidnât I see you at the Luchino Visconti retrospective a couple nights ago? At the Academy?â The very definition of tall, dark and handsome has just walked in the room, smiling down at you and waiting expectantly for your answer. This is Callum Turner, the new client youâre working with for Masters of the Air press (alongside Austin Butler, your regular client and current boyfriend-adjacentâŚguy. Itâs casual, youâre both keeping it casual. For now.).
âOh! Were you there? Wasnât it amazing?â you gush, a little flustered.
âItâs kind of rare to meet another Visconti fan. You must be one of the good ones.â He grins at you, all warmth and puppy dog eagerness. A kindred spirit, an instant connection. You would be very charmed by him, if you werenât already attached to someone else. Who are you kidding, youâre charmed by him anyway. Talking with him comes easily, and the time flies by as you style his hair, moisturize his skin, add a bit of concealer here and there. Heâs funny, sweet, intelligent. Austin has told you a bit about him, about his friend who helped him during one of the most confusing times of his life. But this - this is more than you were expecting. Heâs more than you were expecting. And youâre pretty sure heâs flirting with you. When he asks you out for a drink later, youâre absolutely certain. It is with no small amount of regret that you turn him down.
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The first time you noticed something akin to a spark between the man youâd casually been dating and his co-star was during press interviews for their new television series, Masters of the Air. As Austin and Callumâs groomer and makeup artist, you were allowed a seat at the back of the room, near the video monitors, ready to jump into action if one of Austinâs curls needed to be twisted back into place or if Callumâs nose got too shiny and needed a bit of powder. You glanced up from your phone to see the two of them leaned so close together their shoulders touched, just barely. You couldnât hear what they were saying, but Callumâs mouth looked as if it might graze the shell of Austinâs ear, a smirk playing at the edges, as his dark, curly head bent conspiratorially towards his friendâs blonde one. Silly boys, you thought, smiling to yourself as you watched them. Youâd seen that look on Austinâs face beforeâŚit was almost one of⌠adoration.
Without warning your mind flashed back to last night, Austin gazing up at you through your thighs, a look of devotion on his face, his sandy hair ruffled and his eyes slightly dazed. The very same look that heâs now turned on Callum⌠Nah⌠You laughed at yourself quietly and shook your head to clear your thoughts, silently scolding yourself. Youâd been reading too many spicy novels recently and clearly your imagination was running wild. It made sense that he and Callum were close. Austin had been lost as a newborn calf without a mother after Elvis had wrapped and Masters of the Air had started filming. A brotherhood, thatâs what Austin had called it. And Callum had been his right hand man. And thatâs all, you were sure. Pretty sure.
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Bar Lubitsch is dim and noisy, crowded with cast and crew of Masters for an impromptu celebration while so many of them are in town. Austin hasnât been here in years, always remembered it being a good time. He wants to show you and Callum a good time, after all the hard work you three have been putting in for press the past couple of weeks. That was two hours and three drinks ago, and you watch them now from your perch at the bar and how much they feed each otherâs souls, like displaced brothers, reunited after years apart. The evening is starting to shift and blur, so many drinks and people and noise and singing. You never knew Callum loved to sing so much, until he was singing karaoke at the top of his lungs and the whole bar was gathered around the little stage in the back room, jumping to the beat while he sang the most risquĂŠ lyrics right to Austin, like they were the only two people in the room:
Even when the cold comes crashing through
I'm putting all my bets on you
I hope they never understand us
I put my heart inside your palms
My home in your arms
Now we know nothing matters
Nothing matters
And you can hold me like he held her
And I will fuck you like nothing matters
Youâre not sure youâll ever be over Callum pinching Austinâs cheeks, channeling his inner Egan, and singing right at him with drunken gusto while Austin is too tipsy to remember not to bask in it and itâs probably the cutest, and hottest, thing youâve ever seen. Itâs only afterwards that you start to feel a tiny flicker of jealousy. Thereâs something between them, a connection that time and distance hasnât untethered. Later, you drag Austin into one of the faded velvet booths, snuggling up to him as he pulls you into a one-armed embrace, kissing your temple with glassy eyes and a crooked smile. His heady mix of sweat and cologne mingle, along with the alcohol, and suddenly youâre lightheaded. Not to mention the fact that his soft lips have seemed to have move, with lightning speed, from your temple to your neck. You gently push him away, and he gives you a questioning look but you need to see his face when you ask him this.
âHeyâŚwhatâs going on with Callum? Because, itâs clearly something? And whatever it is, itâs ok, really it isâŚbutâŚI do have eyes, Austin,â you blurt out, biting your lip. You see a dozen different emotions cross his features, like a movie playing out in real time - surprise, guilt, defensiveness, longing, acceptance. His face goes all red and he leans his head back, his tan throat open and inviting, his Adam's Apple bobbing up and down as he swallows thickly. It takes everything in you not to kiss him right this second.
âItâsâŚcomplicated. Kind of,â he sighs as he stares up at the ceiling and you can tell he doesnât want to talk about it and thatâs answer enough for you. You donât push him further as you quietly turn his mouth to yours and make him forget anything and everyone but you.
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âCome on Aus, itâll be just like old times,â Cal goads drunkenly, placing a proprietary hand on Austinâs belly, his words laden with meaning and a hint of pleading. Itâs not like heâs missed Austin or anythingâŚnot like that. Not that heâd admit anyway, hell no. Couldnât two dudes have a consensual thing and not be weird about it? It must be liquid courage that made him suggest it aloud. That and the fact Austin keeps looking at him like he hung the damn moon.
âSwear youâll shut up? If I say yes, will you justâŚchill?â Austinâs eyes are trained on you and it takes everything in him to play it cool, keep a calm head. Calâs hand is still on Austinâs stomach and he starts to pet him, just above the belt and it makes Austin lurch in sudden need. He licks his lips, theyâre suddenly parched, and swallows hard. He hears Cal snicker softly in his ear.
âNow, see, as I recall, you wouldnât stop asking me to keep sayinâ shit last time.â Callumâs voice floats above the music, scratchy from gin and karaoke, hot breath tickling the shell of Austinâs ear. His hand moves to squeeze Austinâs neck, and if Austin didnât know any better heâd swear it was a subconscious power move, Callum trying to literally bend Austin to his will. Thereâs an all too familiar twitch down Austinâs pant leg, and oh god he wishes- he thought, he was so sure, he was past that phase of responding like one of Pavlovâs dogs to Callumâs adoration and teasing.
Maybe itâs just the notion, his suggestion. Thatâs whatâs suddenly making Austinâs blood feel hot and his eyes hazy, itâs the idea of herâŚand him! But mostly her, just her, and sharing her and- None of that explains the way he wants to bend to that firm hand squeezing in drunken cajoling at the base of his neck, makes him want to knock noses and yank at the stupid collar of Callumâs sweater until thereâs collarbones to see and a draft under the wool. This is winter in Los Angeles, heating inside is state of the art, thereâs no reason for such coziness and itâs making the man sweat and all Austin can think of from the smell is memories of an English summer, worn out and floating in his own body, biting down on Callumâs upper arm, tangy, sweaty flesh to keep an awfully strange escapade quiet.
That does it. What is he even thinking? He mustâve drank more than he realized but then, oh god, there Cal goes, throwing his hands up in defeat, shrugging his shoulders like a kid caught trying to push his luck. The arm around his shoulder is suddenly gone, and heâd give anything to have it back again. He shakes his head - he really mustâve had too much to drink. It was making him melancholy and sobering him up fast. Funny how alcohol will do that to you.
âScouts honor, Butler, Iâll-Iâll-Iâll,â he seems to search the ceiling in drunken concentration for the correct wording most likely to open the doors to the kingdom, âIâll be- itâll be: HER, YOU and a um, uh mannequin. How âbout that, mate? Good enough for ya? Youâd probably like that, wouldnât ya? Ya little freak!â He lands a playful right hook to Austinâs jaw, hard knuckles digging into soft cheeks.
The usually inflammatory epithet of âfreakâ, coming as it does from a man begging for a threesome with himself and his girl, is nothing short of rabidly complementary. Callumâs shit-eating, triumphant grin could light up the whole damn room in this moment. He knows heâs got Austin right where he wants him and starts to count down silently in his head - threeâŚtwoâŚ
Austin finds himself grinning, a warning, measured thing but a condoning of the sentiment all the same.
âOne,â Cal says out loud, his arm going back around Austinâs shoulders, squeezing so hard Austin winces a little. Itâs a reflective motion then, done almost without thinking, when Austin slaps Callumâs thigh, not realizing thereâs a boner bent down that trouser leg. A wounded hiss leaves Callumâs lips as he caves in on himself a little bit and Austin freezes, his face turning crimson and he feels another twitch down his own trousers.
âSteady on mate,â Callum coughs, shaking a leg, trying to discreetly readjust. âAnd I thought I was the eager beaver here.â Austin wants to wipe that smirk right off Callumâs smug little face but the moment their eyes meet they canât help but start to laugh. Giggles, really, which turn into loud guffaws that has the whole bar turning to see what the commotion is about.
Your head whips around at the sound youâve grown to know well over the past few weeks, the loud and boisterous laughter of two friends who seem forget that anyone else exists when theyâre together. You spot them, huddled close as they always seem to be, and shake your head. A grin tugs at your lips and threatens to spill out the feelings fluttering around in your chest, no your stomach, noâŚsomewhere else, lower. Youâd be lying if you said you didnât think about the two of themâŚtogether. Sometimes youâre with them, sometimes youâre not, in these little fantasies of yours. You catch yourself biting your lip and staring at them a little too longingly. You wonder what theyâre saying now, both of them look flustered and awkward, just slightly. You can actually feel the tension rolling off of them in waves from where you stand across the bar.
Austin chooses that moment to look up and catch your eye. Thereâs a fire in his gaze that wasnât there earlier and what is that look on his face? Youâve never seen it beforeâŚshy and almostâŚguilty? He looks just like a little boy whoâs been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Your eyes question him across the dim bar, an unspoken tether ties you together wherever you are, and uncertainty about the deal heâs just struck with Callum comes creeping in. What has gotten into him? Heâs just agreed to share you, with another man. And not just any man, one he has a rather interesting history with. The thought of Callum touching you, kissing you, fucking youâŚsuddenly heâs stone cold sober and beginning to regret letting Cal sway his decision. Because there sure as hell wonât be any take backs, not with Callum. Heâs like a dog with a bone once he gets what he wants.
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âDude no, thereâs chemical flavoring in there, that shitâs bad for you and itâll give her irritation!â Austin looks slightly perturbed, not for the first time this evening. He sways slightly under the florecent lights of the drugstore, the constant buzzing adding to the pounding in his head.
âWhat if itâs not intended to go on her? Hmm? Thought of that Butler?â Callum murmurs under his breath, his eyes focused solely on the lube heâs holding, a pink blush creeping up his neck to his ears. Has a blush under drugstore fluorescents ever looked so lovely? And Austin hasnât stopped biting that lower lip since you walked into this place. It hasnât stopped him from grinning, though, his excitement bubbling through in little ticks and tells, the nervous turning over of the vaseline jar in his large hands.
âYou havenât even bought me dinner Cal, just straight to the flavored lube,â Austin bemoans, faking offense. ââSides, sheâs already sweet enough, arenât you baby? Iâve had my fair share of licks,â Austinâs shoulder bumps yours as he sends you a smoldering look, his eyes flickering down your body briefly before his cheeks turn a slight rosy color you can see blooming up from his chest through his open shirt collar.
âAustin!â you hiss, slapping his arm playfully and hiding your face in his neck, embarrassed.
âLeave it to you two twig Bettieâs and weâd be down to nothinâ but socks and coconut oil,â Cal snarks, not at all inaccurately.
âI donât remember you minding coconut oil last time,â Austin says under his breath, clearly meant for Callumâs ears only, but you manage to catch it, and your heart starts to pound at the implied meaning.
âMmm, and it was bitter so - mojito,â Callum says decidedly, leaving no room for argument. Austin smiles at you, lifting his shoulder in a shrug and rolling his eyes heavenward. You giggle nervously, wondering for the first time just what youâre getting yourself into.
âI saw that! Listen mate, feel free to shut me up at any time. This would do nicely, ya reckon?â Callum lifts a silk sleeping mask with one, long finger and swings it around seductively, waggling his eyebrows up and down comically. You laugh and the butterflies making a home in your ribcage start to settle down again.
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The whimpers emanating from between your parted lips take you by surprise and you promptly shut your mouth, unexpectedly embarrassed to be mewling so wantonly. You bite your lip as it becomes harder and harder to hold them in with every slow thrust of Austinâs velvety cock filling you, his swollen tip hitting just the right spot, and every flick of Callumâs tongue as he laves at your tender little clit with vigor. You feel Austin tense slightly beneath you as Cal swirls his tongue down to your opening to lap at where you and Austin join, sloppy and wet. A soft moan floats past your left ear, Austinâs hot breath sending a shiver through you, and it seems to invigorate Callum as he doubles down on his efforts to have his tongue cover as much surface area as possible. He chuckles and it jolts through you as your back arches, your fingers finding his dark curls and yanking him closer, demanding something you arenât even aware of. He understands what you need even if you donât and as his lips close around your sensitive bud you can no longer keep quiet, keening softly. You practically buck off of Austinâs lap and his arm tightens around your waist to keep you in place. The harder Callum sucks, the more Austin starts to whine - youâve gotten so tight around him he can hardly thrust.
âOh fuck, whatâre you doing? CalâŚwhatâŚâ you slur as you pull at his hair, trying to dislodge him from your clit. You feel him grin against your heat as he slowly slips two fingers in you, resting them alongside Austinâs length. You hiss at the stretch and Austin starts to pick up his pace again. Your head is too hazy with pleasure to register fully what is happening as Callum gently slides another finger in next to the first two. His mouth works your clit, sucking and pulling, harder then soft again.
âMoreâŚmore more more,â you beg hoarsely. You feel as if you might fly away and the only thing anchoring you to earth are these two men and their hands and their mouths on your body. Callum cocks an eyebrow at you and his eyes shift to Austin. You feel him nod, barely, and then another burning stretch as Cal slips his pinkie in next to his other fingers. It drives you insane and you feel yourself clenching and coming, harder than you can ever remember. You stop breathing for a moment, your mind going numb with rapture as you come apart at the seams.
âOh fuck,â Austin whispers, biting your shoulder, his hand absentmindedly palming your breasts, pinching your hardened nipple. âCome on baby, I know youâve got more, give us another one. Cal, canât thrust with you in thereâŚgive me some room, huh?â
Callum letâs go of your clit with a wet pop and gently slides his fingers out. His nose and chin are shiny with your juices, even his eyebrows look a little damp and heâs grinning from ear to ear.
âGo on then, Butler, show us what you got.â He stands, knees popping as he does. From up here he can see your faces clearly, yours and Austinâs. He watches, rapt, as Austin nuzzles your neck, nipping at your earlobe as he speeds up his thrusts, toying with your nipples mercilessly. Your eyes flutter closed and your head drops back onto his shoulder. Callum shakes his head, dazed and pussy drunk - why was he on his knees so long?? He coulda been watching this the whole time? But he knows why- fresh, homegrown pussy. And he means to have his fill. He canât take being on the sidelines, watching Austin move in and out of you at a punishing pace, having all the fun. One of Callumâs massive palms descends onto your clit, slapping and rubbing cruelly, back and forth, faster and faster. And then youâre gushing everywhere, all over Callumâs hand and Austinâs cock and the bed, soaking everything.
âCome on then girl, give us all youâve got,â Cal encourages, his raspy voice driven to the point of hoarseness. He grabs his painfully hard, throbbing cock and roughly starts to slap your clit. You gasp, jerking in Austinâs arms as you fall apart again. And then Callum gets a thought, because his dick is doing most of the thinking just now, and itâs been sadly neglected thus far. Heâs just had four fingers in you and now youâre literally flinging droplets with each swipe, itâs a goddamn swamp down there itâs so wet. He slows his slaps and starts to rub soft circles against your clit, stopping every once in a while to try your entrance gently, just to see. You moan breathlessly and his heart speeds up as he looks at Austin questioningly.
âI recognize that gleam in your eye, TurnerâŚspit it out,â Austin says in a slightly strangled voice.
âThink you can take us both, angel? At the same time?â Callum directs his question to you, ignoring Austin.
You canât take your poor abused clit getting ground on anymore, itâs just too intense, anything to give it a break. You nod your head so fast he thinks it might fly off. Your trembling little hand reaches down with disjointed begs of âPut it in baby, put it, please Cal, itâs burning.â
Your sloppy wet pussy hole visibly clenches with a tiny space of room left each time Austin digs in. Callum drunkenly wonders if they should have a medical professional on standby for this sorta shit, like itâs gotta be a crime to wedge two boys into a girl, especially when Butlerâs packing like that. But your whine suggests you need it and heâd really like to not be left out. FOMO -thatâs what heâll blame when heâs driving the ambulance or else coming down from the craziest high heâs ever had with a pool of cum drying on his belly.
Austin goes still as a statue under you and drags your sweaty hair across to the other shoulder so he can really see your face and ask, âYou sure? Baby, talk to me, you really wanna try?â His hand gently grips your chin, forcing you to focus on his eyes, his question.
âIâll die if I donât have you both,â you plead, your voice barely above a whisper, but Austin still looks concerned and slightly perturbed. Is the girl he knows even in there? But you want something, you want this and heâll be dammed if he doesnât give you anything you want thatâs within his power to give. And if thereâs one thing he loves about you itâs your love of a challenge. He bites his cheek, trying not to blow his load over your sweet determination.
âOk ok.â Austin takes a deep, steadying breath, kissing your wet temple and gives Callum a very familiar look of admonishment and also trust in his good intentions. âCareful, man, really careful,â he instructs as Callum nods his silent assent.
âNo safe words, just if somebody says stop we stop, ok?â Austinâs starting to pant, as he can feel the poofy mushroom head of Calâs cock brushing his sack at your entrance. âAnybody who says stop,â he clarifies, half thinking he might be the first to wimp out and do it.
âYeah, yeah, âcourse.â Cal actually looks sober as fuck except for the sheen of sweat that always seems to come with his pints and somehow the eye contact he makes lights a fire in Austinâs belly.
âI might say no,â you squeak, âI wonât mean it though, just a heads up. Iâll say stop- if I need to stop.â
âNo?â Cal laughs nervously. âThat might make me feel a littleâŚbad,â he admits, still rubbing maddening circles around where Austinâs been practically cockwarming you for ages.
âStop getting all existential and give her what she wants, man,â Austin rebuts.
âItâll make me feel bad if she says no,â Cal blurts, running a hand through his already messy hair.
âThen Iâll do it.â Austinâs voice is rough in your ear and your nipples harden into peaks as he gently pulls out of you and pats the bed. âTell Cal to lay his big ass self down.â
You giggle as Callum dives onto the bed, bouncing for a moment until he settles, turning over onto his back, head propped on a lazy forearm. He pats his meaty thighs and you roll your eyes but canât deny the flip flop your stomach does at the thought of those thighs and what a nice cradle theyâll make while youâre railed within an inch of youâre life. And then youâre hovering over him, Cal kneading your hip encouragingly while running an admiring hand up and down your spine, like youâre a skittish horse in need of calming. You hesitate, momentarily unsure, but Austin nods at you reassuringly from the foot of the bed and ever the gentleman, gives you his hands to hold as you sink slowly down on Callum. Though his gentlemanly hands are gripping yours tightly, his eyes are glued to your pussy taking every inch of uncut Brit cock that heâs maybe gagged on once.
âEarth to Butler!â comes from behind you because Austinâs zoned out a little and itâs been a hot minute and youâre somewhat situated now.
âOh, yeah, yeah, uh, ok, okâŚâ
Cal snickers before crunching up behind you, his chest hot against your back as he wraps his arms around you. âYou feel lovely, darlinâ, wanna lay back wifâ me? Donât mind him, heâs lost it. Always goes a bit soft in the head around a pretty pussy or my cock.â
Itâs a lot from this position and laying back against Callumâs chest is intense. You feel like heâs fully in your belly and it stretches your womb over him. He feels differentâŚhis isnât as wet as Austinâs little water fountain but it throbs more noticeably, sending little shocks of pleasure through you. Cal pets your belly soothingly and spreads your pussy lips for Austin to really get a look at. You whine and squirm, realizing again the want for more. Those fingers dabbling at your entrance, threatening to push inside you once more and thatâs when Austin breaks, recalling thatâs what he and his cock are here for.
âYeah, ok, ok, present and accounted for. Move your hand,â he murmurs, swiping Calâs hand away. He thumbs at you himself for a bit, just to be sure and to watch as Cal loses his cool facade for a second when you clench tightly around him.
âStill sure about this, baby?â He asks one more time as heâs pressing at the ring and the burn has you bracing. You feel Calâs hand move from your waist to your thigh, behind your knee, cupping it and dragging it wide, spreading you apart before youâve even said your piece. The vote of confidence does you good and you take a deep breath, nodding once, decisively.
âThen put me in, angel,â Austin tells you, fat cockhead already snagged in but thereâs a little ripple in his hard cock from the resistance of the tight space. Steeling yourself, you reach down and wrap your fingers around him, tugging him closer and slowly feeding his thickness into you alongside Calâs, who starts thrashing his head and moaning at the drag like heâs the one getting breached.
âGood girl, good girl, please moreâŚknow you can take more.â Calâs begging for cock by proxy and it alters your brain somehow. Austinâs too, he puts his hips into the effort and soon heâs gotten past the muscles at your command and into the threshold where you canât manage to push him out if you tried. It makes you panic a little, but Cal is softly shushing in your ear, a distracting thumb stroking behind your knee, other freckled hand mauling a tit and begging you to take more cock so he can get friction.
âShe can take it, come on, Austin,â he vouches for you, a little self promotion as you canât even form words right now. Somewhere about six inches in your vocabulary consists of yelped little âfuckâsâand whimpering âI cantâsâ.
Austin caresses your cheek, commanding you to look at him, his blue eyes focused in on yours, âThatâs it baby, just a little more. Youâre doing so good for us⌠such a good girl.â
Callum grabâs Austinâs shoulder and brings him fully deeper, which is all well and good when Austin kisses your forehead and insists raggedly, âYou are doing it, baby.â
When he finally pushes in that last little bit, you lose any control you thought you had, instantly coming from the stretch and threatening to push Austin out. But he presses nothing less than his full weight on you, keeping you in place and himself snug inside next to Callum. You gasp for air and wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, clinging to him. Austin tries to remember to breathe and promptly forgets how when he makes eye contact with Callum for the first time since being balls deep.
âAre you -is that youâŚtwitching?â
âWoulda thought youâd remember that,â Callum smirks. âCoulda sworn I recall you saying something about it jumping like a live wire in your hand?â
âChrist, well it feels different allâŚsnuggled up next to mine,â Austin grits out, coloring slightly.
After a moment or two, when breath has been regained and a few laughs shared and some semblance of sanity restored in right spaces, Cal starts to pepper every inch of your neck and cheeks in kisses. Now that heâs not so desperate heâs become utterly grateful for you, for this. The kisses turn into sloppy, wet groans in your ear as Austin begins to move and Calâs hand is gripping your jaw, his eyes locked on Austin, your legs thrown wide over his thighs, spread to the max and heâs a perfect recliner. He throws his other arm across your chest in a loving armbar, holding you still on top of him, âSo Butler can get a rhythm, baby.â
Austin looms above you both, finding his pace, measured and steady. His beautiful face is flushed full of awe and thereâs a heat in his gaze youâve never seen before. He puts his hand on Callumâs shoulder for leverage, long fingers digging into freckled flesh and Cal promptly lays a little smooch on Austinâs forearm with a cheeky grin. Austinâs eyes shift and change, become a deeper blue and an expression you canât read flits across his face as he jabs a particularly hard thrust into you. Callum starts to whimper and squirm when he realizes Austinâs thrusts are rubbing him too well, and it's not just you whoâs getting their spot hit - that spot being his foreskin being drug back and forth in maddening little drags.
âYâall like that? Feel good?â Austin growls lowly, rhythmic thrusts pushing you and Callum deeper into the fluffy white sheets, both of your whimpers combining until you canât tell who they belong to. Austin groans and drives in harder, his white knuckles gripping Callumâs shoulder hard, while he reserves his tenderest touch for you, rubbing his thumb back and forth across your cheek.
âYouâreâŚenjoying thisâŚâ you manage to moan between thrusts. His face splits into a grin as he pushes all the way in, pausing for a moment to kiss you hard, all tongues and teeth and desperation.
âOh, fuck mate, thatâs so good. Oh my god,â Callum babbles. âRight there, fuck, right there. You feel so good.â
âWhich one, baby girl? Me or her?â Austin smirks.
For once, Callum has no witty response except the heavy panting in your ear. He squeezes your waist harder and his fingernails indent your hip and it gives you something else to focus on while you catch your breath, a tiny escape from the mind-blowing ecstasy you feel and the slight alarm bells ringing in your head. You can feel Callum somehow expanding and growing inside of you, even bigger than he was before. Austinâs eyes go wide and a look of panic crosses his face - his perfect pink mouth forms a perfect âoâ.
âOh shit, whatâŚwhy is everything so fucking tight againâŚwhat is happening,â Austin groans breathlessly, his mouth set in a determined line, teeth ground together so hard you worry momentarily he might break a tooth. He tightens his grip on Callumâs shoulder and Calâs massive hand encircles Austinâs delicate wrist, knuckles white as he holds on for dear life.
âFasterâŚfaster,â Cal begs, again and again. âSorry no, mate itâs, itâs fuckinâ happeninââŚoh fuck.â His head cranes forward and you can feel his belly and hips flexing beneath you as he tenses over and over, letting out a hoarse sort of howl as he comes. His warmth fills you and it shakes something loose in your head, your own stomach starting to clench as you grab a handful of Austinâs golden hair, urging him on. Callumâs hands are all over you, petting you everywhere as he starts to come down.
âSâok I came in ya? Yeah? Good, âcause I did,â he whispers hoarsely with a remorseful little laugh, back to babbling to you now that Austinâs got him there. He wipes the sweaty hair from your forehead, tucking a piece of it behind your ear and kisses your neck, whispering encouraging words, âThatâs it, babe, give us another one.â
Calâs bitten off little whimpers spur you on, as his soft cock is trapped in there too, getting pummeled. Heâs trying to focus on you, with little pets and murmurs of encouragement but you feel his jaw clench as he grits his teeth, taking the pounding Austin is giving the both of you.
âGot me feelinâ like a proper woman, squealinâ nâ shit, Aus.â
You feel another orgasm build and shake through you, one of the many countless times youâve fallen apart tonight, but this one stands out. It would bring you to your knees if you were unlucky enough to be standing at this moment. Youâre sure it has something to do with knowing youâre satisfying two men at once, Callum having found his release and Austin being close to his. You can tell heâs on the verge by the little signs youâve grown to recognize over the course of your relationship. The way his forehead creases in between his brows - youâve kissed it away a dozen times in the heat of the moment. The way his pulse beats on the side of his neck, his vein there popping out and becoming more prominent. The short little huffs of breath he inhales, in quick succession - one, two, three, bam, bam, bam, like three shots straight to your heart. Itâs your turn to take care of him, the last one standing after he made sure you and Cal got yours.
âYour turn, baby,â you whisper, pulling his forehead down to meet yours, thumbing at the hollows of his cheeks as he begins to tremble and his thrusts turn sloppy. He kisses you again, sucking on your tongue before moving to latch onto your neck. Cal wraps a hand around Austinâs throat, pushing his head back and squeezing just enough for his eyes to widen and his mouth to pop open. His blue eyes darken and you think heâs going to put his mouth on you again, but he bypasses you and goes straight for Callumâs collarbone, his perfect, white teeth sinking into Callumâs lovely English skin and biting down, hard. Cal yelps but doesnât let go of Austinâs neck, and thatâs when you feel it, your belly filled with warmth again as Austin pulses and twitches inside you, a stuttered moan muffled into the crook of Callumâs shoulder. He collapses on top of you and Callum, completely and utterly spent, the three of you breathing heavily and unable to move for a few moments. You squirm a tiny bit, trying to take a deep breath with one man plastered to your front and another to your back.
Austin gets the hint and lifts himself back up on shaky arms, slipping out of you with a squelch. You gasp one final time, at the sudden loss of him, and a cold emptiness is left where he once filled you to the brim, almost to breaking. The coldness is replaced quickly by a gushing warmth spilling out of you. You feel Callum suck in a breath, his broad chest expanding beneath you, his right arm still wrapped tightly around your chest.
âChrist, itâs running down my balls,â he wheezes out, taking another shuddering breath.
Austin braces himself against the headboard and slowly disentangles himself, flopping limply beside you on the bed. He looks at you and Cal still entwined, his eyes moving from both of your faces flushed with heat, down to Callumâs arm still tightly wrapped around you, one large, meaty hand gripping your breast, his middle finger absentmindedly pressing the sensitive bud of your nipple down. Austin sucks in breath after breath, and his eyes travel lower, to your legs still splayed wide over Callumâs sturdy thighs, his softening cock still nestled deep inside you, the spend of both men slowly dripping out of you. A sudden flash of possessiveness roars through him - for you, for Callum. For the sacred thing he has with both of you. His face goes numb and his ears start to ring. But itâs gone as quickly as it appeared.
âWhat is it, Aus?â you whisper, stretching out a hand to him. He looks forlorn, alone on the other side of the bed, his vulnerable face a mix of emotions crashing together all at once, lost and unsure, the gravity of everything settling on his shoulders like a blanket.
âCome back to us.â Your fingertips barely reach to brush his bronzed chest, the little blonde hairs soft against your skin. âPlease.â
He lets out a breath you didnât realize he was holding and crawls back over, wrapping his arms around you both and collapsing on top of you again. Youâre hilariously squished in the middle of a bear hug now, both men squeezing with all their might, a strange show of masculinity to mask true feelings.
âI canât breatheâŚ.â you manage between giggles. Callum lets out a soft chuckle in your ear, his breath warm against your cheek as his arm shifts beneath you. He digs his fingers into Austinâs armpit and wiggles them around none too gently. Austin bucks against you and squeaks out an uncharacteristically high laugh, trying to squirm out of Calâs grasp, but itâs too strong and Austinâs body feels like jelly just now.
âHey! Hey hey, no fairâŚyou know I hate⌠being⌠tickledâŚâ Austin grunts out, trying desperately to writhe out of this strange embrace.
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Bright, cheerful sunshine spills onto the hotel room floor and across the bed, where it has no right to be at this ungodly hour. It shines in unabashedly, through drapes you forgot to close properly in all of your horny desperation. A little sliver of verdant green Hollywood hills is the only signal from the outside world. In here, somewhere between sleeping and waking, in that hazy early morning dreamland, you register Austin tucked up close behind you, his knees pushing the backs of yours and his warm, heavy arm slung over your waist. This is how you wake up every morning and you scoot your bottom back, into the cradle of his hips, momentarily unaware of the pulverization of your insides. But scenes from last night play out like a clip reel inside your head almost as soon as youâre conscious. You squeeze your eyes tight, refusing to give the sun its due. You stretch your legs gingerly, wiggling your toes against Austinâs, and take stock of things. Thereâs the obvious ache between your legs - more of a throbbing fire, if the truth is to be told. Your nipples seem to remember the previous eveningâs activities as well because they immediately harden and stand at attention. And you canât feel them yet but youâre pretty sure you have a few bruises, too. Ah well, you think as you yawn lazily, thatâs what makeup is for.
You blink one eye open (itâs so bright in here!) and the first thing you encounter is a massive arm right next to your nose, tiny, golden hairs glinting in the sunlight. The second thing you see is Cal, on his belly and sans sheets or clothes, his lush and muscular bottom swelling above the white duvet beneath him. His adorable face is pressed into the pillow next to yours, dark curls swirling across his forehead and dayâs worth of stubble dots his jaw. He feels your eyes on him, heâs only been snoozing for a bit, waiting for you two to wake up. He cracks one bright, blue eye open and stares back at you a moment. He senses a rush of what he feels everytime he sees you but this time itâs magnified by endearment and gratitude. Then, his face lights up, still smushed into the pillow and a massive, squinty grin splits his face. Your heart gives a funny little leap inside your chest and you find that your fingers are caressing his cheek softly, of their own volition and you resist the urge to kiss the little freckle under his mouth. He grabs your hand and kisses your fingertips, holding them to his warm lips as he smiles. And suddenly, any worry about things being weird has evaporated, as has any possibility of him being a third wheel. He just belongs.
âHey! Quit making goo-goo eyes at my girl.â Austinâs gravelly morning voice rumbles from behind you playfully, and quick as lightning the arm still draped around your waist reaches over and smacks Callumâs ass, hard. The slap echoes around the room and you see the pale flesh of his bottom bounce and reverberate with the force of it. Cal, and his red, pillow creased face, jolts forward, yelling and jerking in the sheets, which in turn rubs his raw cock. This causes a chain reaction of events which results in him immediately pulling a sore muscle and flopping back down on the bed, moaning and rubbing his reddening backside.
âNo fair, bruv,â he groans into the pillow. âThat was too fuckinâ close to my balls.â
Austin chuckles and swats your ass gently for good measure. Slowly, everyone starts to shift and stir. First there are whines about soreness and muscles. Then about how sticky it all is. Then about whoâs gonna order room service - but more pressingly, whoâs gonna walk to the mini bar and grab a water. And then thereâs an argument about whoâs voice is less hoarse to call for the food - this ends up being you, hilariously. Then thereâs moaning arguments about who is intact enough to wobble to the door and tip the server. In between massive amounts of doting and fretting over you, obviously. The boys are ever attentive, fluffing your pillows and making sure youâre comfortable while they feed you omelets and sausage and pancakes until your energy is restored. Over breakfast in bed, the arguments continue about whoâs more bruised up - thereâs a nasty bite mark on Calâs collarbone but the fingerprints around Austinâs neck are a fair rival. Thereâs a panicked and very male discussion about emergency rooms when you admit you can barely move. But you manage to convince them that a nice, hot soak in the tub would do you wonders right about now. So Austin goes to draw you a bath while Callum helps you out of bed, wrapping a protective arm around your waist, and guiding you to the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later youâre starting to feel somewhat restored and a little more like yourself. The boys take turns showering, getting ready for the screening event later today. They go about it quietly though, almost reverently, leaving you to relax in peace. You turn the hot water on again, youâve soaked so long itâs turning tepid but youâre not ready to relinquish this luxury. You ask Austin to bring you your makeup kit, eying the marks on both of them that need covering up. First Austin, then Callum, one after the other they kneel beside the tub in only their dress pants, chest and feet still bare. There are bruises and hickies and bite marks on clavicles and necks and wrists. Poor Callum, with his delicate, reactionary British skin has what looks like beard burn over half his chest and up the side of his throat. You turn sideways in the fancy clawfoot bathtub, gingerly dabbing concealer here and there, doing the best you can to cover up any evidence of last night's revels. Austin sits patiently, a towel underneath his knees to buffer the hard tile floor, and watches you with his kind, enigmatic ocean eyes. Theyâre distracting, those eyes, as they watch your face, every blink and every smile.
âWhat is it, Aus? Something on your mind?â you finally murmur, unable to take such naked contemplation any longer.
âYouâre incredible, you know that?â He smooths the hair back from your forehead, rubbing a silky piece between his fingers. âIâm so lucky.â
Callum slouches against the doorway and lets out a quiet hum. âI think you mean weâre lucky, mate. The three of us.â
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Pt 2 - The Three of Us: Brat Behavior
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dont you think Haewon deserves to get absolutely destroyed in her childhood room while her parents are downstairs
Marking
(Oh Haewon X Male Reader)
"I don't really get, why you had to come too. It's not like you're my boyfriend."
"I'm not. Lucky me."
You feel Haewon's elbow in your ribs.
"Hey, I'm driving!"
"So what?"
You send her an angry glare, before looking back ahead, focusing on the traffic.
The two of you are on your way to Haewon's parents. They are celebrating their anniversary today. A special one. 25 years. And the both of you are invited. Haewon for obvious reasons and you because you know her father. You only found out after your shenanigans at her place after your breakup. You saw a picture of him on her fridge while you left. And it turns out, he is your boss.
Well, not exactly. He is the head of the marketing team at the company you're working at. You are in a different department. He still has the higher position though. The two of you had to work together occasionally and, despite the age difference, you got along very well. That was, until you started to fuck his daughter's brains out every chance you got.
"We are here."
The two of you get out of the car. While Haewon walks towards the door, you get her stuff and trail after her. She didn't have time to change into her dress yet.
"Mom, dad!"
Haewon greets them and you shake the pair's hands afterwards. Luckily, her father knows that your ex girlfriend Sullyoon is his daughter's best friend. So it's not that weird that the two of you know each other. But it might have been a little suspicious for the two of you to arrive in the same car.
"Please come in. We have prepared lunch already."
"Thank you."
You smile at them, but you can't help but feel guilty. You doubt that they know what you have been doing to their beloved daughter every single day for the past couple of weeks.
"Haewon, go upstairs and get changed. After we are finished eating, we are driving to the party."
"Please, Mr. Oh. Let me drive. The two of you should just relax today."
"Thank you so much, dear."
Haewon's mom accepts your offer with a big smile.
"Too bad that Sullyoon found you, before our daughter did."
"Mom!"
Haewon's cheeks turn red in embarrassment as her mom teases her.
"She is coming too today, why is she not here?"
You glance at Haewon upon hearing her dad's question. Seems like she hasn't told them yet. Maybe to have an excuse for the two of you to keeps seeing each other.
"Well, she... She is very busy with work these days. She told me to pick Haewon up and drive her here. She will catch up with us at the party."
Not your finest moment, but you don't want to call Haewon a liar in front of her parents.
Come upstairs
You stare at the message on your phone. What the hell, Haewon? You know what she wants from you. But this is her parents house. Her father is sitting two meters away from you. How could you...
If you come upstairs now, I'll admit it.
You scoff in disbelief. This has been going on for weeks and now, Haewon wants to admit that she is a whore? A little late in your opinion. But then again, hearing it from her own mouth, while she cums on your cock...
The picture in your head makes you get off the couch.
"Haewon texted me. She needs help with her dress."
You explain yourself without even thinking about your words. It's surprising to see how fast your blood can rush from your brain to your cock, just by thinking of Haewon's desperate moans and whines.
"Sure. Go ahead"
You're glad her father doesn't seem to catch on as you climb the stairs, taking two steps at a time.
You barge into Haewon's childhood room. She stands in the middle. Naked.
"Took you longer than I expected."
You slowly tear your eyes off her naked frame and scan the room. A bed, a desk, a wardrobe. Nothing special. Her walls are decorated with her paintings though. She was definitely not very old, when she made them. They look like ones from six year olds. But still not bad. Your eyes land on the wax crayons, which are lined up by color, lying on her desk. But the nude woman in front of you quickly brings back your attention on her.
Haewon steps forward, her arms wrapping around your neck.
"Fuck me and I confess."
You roll your eyes.
"I'm not falling for that again."
"It's not a joke this time."
Haewon gives you grin.
"Admit it first. Then I fuck you."
This is how your 'relationship' started out anyways. Haewon broke you and Sullyoon up and just wouldn't admit that she did it, because she wanted you. Because she is a slut.
"No. Wrong order."
Haewon gives you another teasing grin.
"Fine."
You give in, knowing that, except for fucking it out of her, there is not much you can do about it anyway.
The two of you quickly engage in a heated kiss, warming each other up. Not that Haewon needs much of that. You can tell by how her core rubs against your thigh.
"If you want me to fuck you good, you better start sucking."
You whisper into her mouth, while slightly pulling away.
"You are not too big of a whore yet to take all of it without lube."
Haewon bites your lip, the pain makes you flinch.
"You just want to see me choke on it again."
Without a word, you grab her shoulders and push her down.
"Not that I'm complaining."
A devilish grin appears on her otherwise innocent face.
Haewon starts out slow by just putting the tip into her mouth. She lets her tongue swirl around it, while both her hands wrap around your cock.
Her blowjob is everything but slow and sensual though, once she gets into it. Like a hungry animal, Haewon starts to engulf your cock. You're reminded of this morning. That's how your day started.
Her hands quickly stroke you, while her head bobs up and down. Her eyes look up at you, almost mocking your inability to keep standing still. You can't help it. You have to hold onto something, or you'll fall. The only thing in sight, as usual, is Haewon's head.
You place one of your hands on top of it. Haewon immediately stops. Her eyes tell you to use her. Her eyes tell you that she is a whore. But her mouth still doesn't. To be fair, it's full with cock right now. But you make a silent promise to yourself. Within the next twenty minutes, Haewon will be calling herself a whore, while she begs for more.
You slowly pull her back onto your cock. Only halfway though. It doesn't make her choke, but you can already hear her breathing through her nose. You loosen your grip, Haewon's lips glide along your length, until they reach your tip. A moment to let her take one last breath.
A second later, Haewon chokes hard. Your cock is blocking her airflow. It's entirety is stuffed down her throat. Her nose is pressed against your abdomen. You hold her in place.
One second
Two seconds
Three seconds
Four seconds
Five seconds
Haewon's eyes give you a silent challenge. Every fiber of her being tells you that she is a whore. Why can't her mouth do the same?
Five seconds turn into ten seconds.
Spit starts to leak out of the corners of her mouth.
Ten seconds turn into fifteen seconds.
Haewon's eyes become wider as she realizes that you don't intend to let go anytime soon.
Fifteen seconds turn into twenty seconds.
Her nostrils flare as Haewon's breathing becomes heavier, faster.
Twenty seconds turn into twenty five seconds.
Her drool now falls off her chin in the form of long strings.
Just as you reach thirty seconds, you let go.
Haewon falls off your cock. Her mouth still hanging open as she backs away. She tries to catch her breath, her naked chest heaving heavily.
"I will wait for your confession, once you're done with surviving."
You give her smug grin.
Haewon doesn't have the energy to reply. The lack of oxygen is still visible.
"Or are you in for round two?"
This time, Haewon shakes her head.
"But you're not gonna confess what a whore you are?"
She shakes her head again.
You groan.
"Fine. But I will not be leaving this room, until your whole body screams whore."
You take a step closer towards her desk.
"And I know just the right way to start."
After grabbing the red wax crayon, you turn back around. Haewon's eyes are slowly wandering towards your hand.
"I hope this washes off easily. For your sake."
Haewon barely has time to open her mouth, before you're already towering over her. Taking a fistful of her short hair, you make her turn her head.
The young woman feels the cold crayon on her cheek. You stain her gorgeous face. Her skin senses your handwriting. The swing of the letter S. A straight line down, one to the right. An L. Another swing U. Two more lines form a T.
You let go of Haewon's hair, letting her head return to its original place. You lean back, taking in your work.
She glares at you. Her cheek is covered with red wax. The word 'slut' seems to glow on her otherwise flawless skin.
"Well, slut..."
The word slowly drips off your tongue with such a degrading undertone.
"Let's fuck that confession out of you."
You lift Haewon off the floor and place her on her windowsill. She shivers as the cold glass makes contact with her back.
"So much space for me to write on."
You whisper as your free hand wanders all over her front.
"You wouldn't dare."
You raise an eyebrow.
"I already did, slut."
You step closer, parting her legs in the process. Your faces only inches away, the tip of your cock now resting on her wet pussy lips.
"And I will cover your entire body."
You immediately start to fulfill that promise. Haewon weakly tries to push your hand away, but you hold her wrists with one hand. You place the tip of the wax crayon right between her tits and her collarbone. You slowly read the words as you write them on her skin.
"Sex toy."
Haewon closes her eyes. She shivers again. You are sure it's not because of the glass.
"Do you want another one?"
She shakes her head and shoots you an evil glare. Her lips are pressed together, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of begging you to stop.
"Suit yourself."
This time, you place the crayon right above her pussy. Her smoothly shaven skin becomes your canvas. You don't read the word out loud, this time.
It takes her moment, since Haewon has to read it upside down.
"Owned"
Just as she understands its meaning, you're already past her lips.
"Ngh! Please!"
A loud whine escapes her mouth as she feels your tip inside of her. Your cock starts to stretch her out as you slowly push forward.
"From now on, whenever you deny being a whore, I'll ruin your body further."
Just as you say that, you are just as deep as Haewon can take it. She starts to take heavy breaths again. Her eyes are glued to the part of your cock that's still not inside her.
"Are you a whore?"
You sigh, knowing full well that she won't agree yet. Haewon shakes her head.
You place the crayon on her left shoulder.
"Bitch"
You focus on fucking her now. Being inside of Haewon doesn't allow you to properly focus on humiliating her. You need to blow off some steam first. And what is better for that than Haewon's snug hole?
You start to screw Haewon into the window behind her. Her back is pressed flat against it. Her legs are spread wide, dangling off the windowsill. One of your hands holds onto her waist while the other is loosely placed on her thigh, still holding the crayon.
Haewon's moans fill the room she has grown up in. All those memories of her childhood are now stained by this experience. They are worthless. All that matters now, is that she is a whore. Slowly, Haewon's own mind comes to that conclusion. So slow, she almost doesn't realize it.
Your pounding makes her slowly lose her mind. Her moans increase in volume. Her whines reach a higher pitch.
"Again, are you a whore?"
This time, you catch her hesitate. But then, Haewon shakes her head again.
Her eyes are barely able to follow the crayon as you slow down your thrusts only a little. Just enough, so you can properly write. Her skin just above her navel is now showing off a marking as well.
"Cocksleeve"
Haewon doesn't have time to read the second half as you pick up the pace again.
"Oh, god!"
Her head leans against the glass behind her. Her back arches, her chest gets pushed towards you. Instead of leaning in and sucking on her tits, you reach forward with your free hand.
"Aaah!"
Haewon let's out a loud cry as you pinch her nipple. And the other one. Another scream.
"S-Stop. It hurts."
She whines, but you both know that that's not her safeword.
"Tell me, if you want me to be gentle. Are you a whore?"
"No!"
She gives you a determined glare. An angry pout.
Once again her crayon finds her skin.
This time, you write on both her tits.
"Free"
"Use"
Haewon looks down, barely manages to read it, and lets out another moan.
"So you do like it rough? Thought so."
You let the wax crayon fall onto the windowsill. Hooking your arms under her legs, you pull her towards you.
"Oh, fuck!"
Her cry can be heard throughout the whole house. You're sure of it. You're buried balls deep inside her cunt. Your thrusts are harder now. You go as fast as possible, not wanting to give her a split second to breath. Her eyes, once locked on yours, are now rolling to the back of her head. Haewon's mouth hangs open in a silent moan.
"Are you a whore?"
This time, Haewon doesn't even respond. Maybe she didn't hear you. Who cares?
You let one leg fall down to reach for the crayon. Another two words are added to the others.
"Sex object"
Between her collarbone and her throat.
Haewon feels you, marking her again. But an overwhelming heat rushes through her body in an alarming pace. It starts out inside her pussy. Right around your cock. It travels through her core. Through her abdomen and her organs. Past her tits. Through her throat. Until it finally reaches her brain. And her mouth.
"Oh holy fuck!"
Haewon cums hard. You start to produce squishing sounds as you keep stuffing Haewon's wet pussy with your cock. Her hands search for your body, trying to push you away. Her legs quiver and shake, before they wrap around you, trapping you in place.
"N-No more."
She weakly sighs, once she has started to calm down.
"I haven't heard the magic word from you yet.
"Haewon, honey! Are you alright? The clock is ticking!"
Misses Oh's voice makes you both look at the door. Luckily, it sounded like it was coming from downstairs.
"In a minute."
Haewon's voice cracks in the middle of her sentence.
"Maybe we should open that door and let them hear you."
"Whore!"
You're surprised at how quickly Haewon blurts out that word.
"I'm a whore! I admit it."
She looks down, very aware that your still inside of her.
"I know. "
You lean forward and kiss her forehead.
"Was it that hard?"
Haewon timidly shakes her head.
Her eyes widen when you raise the crayon again.
"W-Wait what are you doing?"
"Hold still."
"But-"
"I feel like your confession isn't coming from a genuine place, you know? Plus, I need to mark the spot, where I want to cum."
Haewon gulps, but stays silent and doesn't move.
You start on her right cheek. Three words. You keep going, even when you reach her nose. Once you are on the other side of her face, you finish the line. The last letter is placed right next to the first word you wrote on her. The new words cover her whole face. From right to left.
"Cum hungry slut"
You don't tell her what you wrote.
"Knees."
Haewon follows your order and you're back to where you started. It doesn't take long for her to bring you to the edge from there. A nice, quick blowjob. Her hands massaging your cock. Her tongue lapping her own juices off of you.
"Damn, Haewon."
You grunt, which makes her look up at you with those big eyes.
She points your cock at her own face, strokes you two more times and then makes you orgasm. You explode right above her face, covering it with your cum. Her nose, her cheeks, her lips. All of it is ruined by your seed. And the rest of her body is marked with red wax.
"Write it down."
You nod towards her desk.
Haewon understands. She doesn't even get off the ground. She crawls the short distance, reaches up and grabs a piece of paper and the black crayon. You enjoy the view of her ass, before she turns back around. She writes one word.
"WHORE"
When she looks up again, you're already holding your phone in your hand, the camera ready.
Haewon holds up her self made sign.
"A little lower."
You make sure that every single mark you left on her body is clearly visible. Your cum is still staining her face as well.
"What a whore you are."
You chuckle as you snap a couple of pictures.
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Hi everybody!
Hope you enjoyed this one. This chapter is gonna be the last of of this small series. So there won't be any follow up fics.
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dots and dashes | sylus
summary: Sylus gives insight into one of the many languages he's well-versed in.
tags: nsfw (mdni), established relationship, afab!reader, banter, morse code, vibrator, sex toys, orgasm edging, f!orgasm, aftercare/morning after, gift giving, evol abilites (sylus' energy manipulation), a pinch of fluff
wc: 2.6k | ao3 | kinktober in deepspace masterlist
a/n: mildly inspired by one of his older text messages (affinity 37âs text message: deal)! also around his pre-debut, he had morse code in one of the teasers (official weibo post here) and i thought that was pretty neat so here we are ^_^)7
The leader of Onychinus kept a plethora of languages stored away under his sleeve. A man of multiple tongues and talents, you just wanted to know how to say one thingâanything, really.Â
Though, you didnât think heâd take a silly comment in passing so seriously, and it landed you in his personal study the following evening. A rare day where your schedules aligned, Sylus took the opportunity to extend a warm welcome into the N109 Zone under the promise of a âlesson.â
Of all the languages, morse code was what he decided to reveal in his cards. A curious choice, to say the least, but it piqued your interest nevertheless. Cozied in one of the cushioned chairs, a beginnerâs guide laid flat across the desk with your scribbled notes. Sylusâ chair was tucked to the side in observation, accompanying your lessons as a stand-in teacher of sorts.
Time passed in this wayâhe would offer a series of taps and drags with his fingers against the surface, and you would write them down. He was patient with you all throughout, solidifying the foundation for the alphabet before switching to small words and phrases.
A question that had been plaguing your mind since you arrived drifted into the air during a self-proclaimed break. âBy the way, why do you know morse code?âÂ
With a hand propping your chin, your gaze takes in his relaxed figure. Comfortably dressed in his light gray sweater, the detailed threads of silver patterns painted him in a softer aura that juxtaposed his usually formidable appearance. Rimless glass coveted the rubied gaze that would occasionally meet yours, though occupied in thought.Â
It was distracting, to say the least. A handsome distraction at its finest, though it doesnât pull away from the message he quietly relayed to you.
A dot, two dashes. A series of dashes, another dot and some more followed. (.-- / --- / .-. / -.-)
Counting off the units that met the table in muted taps, you answer, âWork?â
âGood ear, sweetie.â Sylus nods, leaning back and adjusting the thin frames balancing atop his nose. âSometimes, negotiations are better said without words.â
âThatâs a thinly veiled way of saying threats, but sure,â you retort. He doesnât deny your claims, rather letting out a small chuckle in acquiesce.Â
Sylus taps your forehead with his forefinger, amusement quirked in his brow. âYouâve seen the kind of talks and people Iâve dealt with. Who knows, you could use this in one of your little undercover missions too.âÂ
His hands return to nestle in his lap, and it catches your eye thenâa faint snap and swirl of black manifested into a box underneath his palm. Perfectly fitted and nearly hidden if it werenât for the glimmering trim around the edges, and the fluttering crow feather swaying towards the floor.
âCurious, are we?â Sylus voices your thoughts, fingers drumming against the lid.Â
Two dashes and a dot, a couple more dots, another dash-dot and lasting dash. (--. / .. / ..-. / -)Â
âGift,â you echo upon realization.Â
Your eyes wandered between his lap and the sparkling rubied gaze that honed his presence, reading between the lines. âDonât tell me itâs another gun? Last time I checked, my Harrier 700 still works well.âÂ
And the last thing you wanted to deal with was a run-in with customs, if that were the caseâheâs already tried his luck before, and you werenât counting on his luck index to grant a second chance.
âYouâve been taking good care of it, so thereâs no need for a replacement,â Sylus says. He leans back, tapping a forefinger to his temple in thought. âI thought it would be nice to get you something for studying so diligently.â
It had your back straightening in attentionânow you really had no idea what he could be hiding. Even so, a scowl sketched onto your face, wondering if youâve walked into a trap. A dry chuckle parts his lips at your clear interest and adamant attempt to maintain a façade all the same.
âSweetie, itâs all yours.â
âItâs not that simple though, is it?â
âAh. You know me so well,â he muses. âAs vigilant as ever.â
The box finds itself on the desk and his hands reach for your chair. They dance over the armrest before turning your full front towards himâwhere his cocked head and curled lips asked, âLetâs make a deal. How does that sound?âÂ
âWhatâs the catch?â Your heart jumped into your throat, unsure of when the air became so⌠palpable. Damn him and his ridiculously handsome face, you couldnât tell if it made this more bearable or stirred your senses further. âI might be willing to wager.â
âRelax, thatâs one of the conditions.â His larger fingers swipe over one of yours, which had subconsciously curled into a fist. Gently, he coaxes your hand to open into his, soon neatly slotted and all encompassing with warmth. âYou look nervous, and I havenât done a thing.â
âI know.â Your shoulders relax when his thumb massages yours in a light stroke. âBut you havenât done anything yet,â you clarify.
âWhich brings me to my second condition.â He brings it closer to his mouth, eyes never leaving yours when he presses a kiss to your knuckles. âA test, if you will. You pass if you manage to decode my sequence correctly.â
âMy sequence,â you pause, catching the tail end of his proposal. âSo thereâs only one?âÂ
âWhy, do you want a whole pop quiz?â He snickers, a brow raised. âWeâll be stuck here all night if thatâs the case.â
âNevermind,â you shake your head, finding the prospect to be less than charming. One was more than enough to take on your plate.
You purse your lips then and poke in jest. âAre you doubting my academic prowess now?â
âI wouldâve dismissed you entirely if I was,â Sylus points out, tugging your hand towards him.Â
It jerked you forward unexpectedly, though it seemed he was anticipating thisâsmooth swirls of red and black tangled around your body, gently placing you atop his expecting lap before softly dispersing. âThereâs no doubt in my mind youâre as bright as they come,â he adds in honesty.
âWhat theâhey, now!â A flush ran across your cheeks at the newfound proximity.Â
Hips hovering above him, you nearly fell onto the fine meeting place between his thighs. You save yourself the embarrassment, reaching for the chairâs headrest to steady your shift. He allows you this much, your legs soon bracketing his own and enjoying the sight all the same.
You huffed, âIs this part necessary?â
âPar for the course, actually.â Sylusâ fingers ghost over your sides, before settling atop your thighs and his palms lying flat in a gentle caress. âYou can always back out if youâre not game.â
An arrow to your pride dug into your heart at the mere offense. The competitive spirit that once laid dormant jerked into consciousnessâabsolutely not. âNo, weâre on. Do your worst,â you raise in steadfast confidence. âI can take it.â
âThose are fighting words,â he says. The glint in his eyes was unmistakable, teetering on a fine line of fondness and scheme alike. âBut Iâll hold you to it.â
â
So, maybe your confidence could only carry you so far.Â
Rather, it tumbled you into a predicament at the cost of your exposed cunt. His free hand lazily dimpled into the plush of your hip, simultaneously careful to keep you steady. No longer a comfortable chill, the studyâs air swirled into a concoction of heat and burning salacity in every inhale.
âSweetie,â Sylus purrs. âYou still havenât answered my question.âÂ
It wasnât for a lack of trying. The game of codes was the last thing on your mind when a fine man of caliber was perched beneath you, gracefully stringing you along and allowing you the same right.
Easily thrown out the window, especially so, when all inhibition was lost to his kneaded touches and peppered kisses. The smooth movements that treasured your skin with care, tugging your bottoms down just enough in the process and tenderly appreciating you throughout the heat of the moment. Even his hair stuck out in one direction to the next, unkempt from the field day your tugging fingers reshaped the silver stands into.Â
Be that as it may, you still groan, chest rising to catch your breath. Nails drag into planes of his firm shoulder blades, lightly leaving their mark. âItâs because youâre not playing fair, Sy.â If you had a nickel for every time you were close to crashing in his embrace from an impending climax, it would be two. While itâs not an impressive sum, both were earned in the past few minutes alone, under the direction of his cunning smile and newfound toy in hand.
To his kindness, he pulls the rounded head of the vibrator away from your clitâthe once muffled hums rang out more clearly, whirring at the highest setting. It glistened to the naked eye, finely coated in a layer of your evident arousal.
âAll is fair in love and war,â he says, unphased by the line of bait you failed to reel in. He leans forward to press a kiss into your temple, a sign of affection pairing with a gentle squeeze to your side. âShould I be nice and walk you through one last chance?â
Your hands trace the curves melting into his neck, grazing his nape in forewarning. âThin ice, Onychinus head.âÂ
âAlright,â he muses, though reveling at the added pressure that only spurs him further. âNo need to get so formal with me.â The vibrator lowers in the same breath to meet your anticipating heat.
âFive letters. Ready?â
Your hips roll forward then, impatience losing its virtue if meant you could finally, finally seek some relief. âWas practically born ready, at this point.â And then, the first rhythm played out in three, gentle presses to where you needed it most.Â
Three dots. (...)
This was fine, you could handle this much.
A moment of pause soon sways into the vibrator sliding between skin, returning to the apex of your labia, and dipping once again.Â
A dash, added dot, and paired dashes thereafter. (-.--) âStill with me?â Sylus asks, taking in the sight of your eyes screwed in concentration. It was endearing, in some sense of the word, and his gaze lingered on your expression in intrigue.
Though grateful for the concern, you chide when your breath allows it. âDonât stop, go all the way already.â
To stop halfway tested what little patience there was left in you. You raised your head to find his circles of crimson brimming with a fondness and undivided attention. All for you.
The grin he graces you with carries the same sentiments, newly tinted with mirth. âWhatever the boss wants.âÂ
The humming returns without warning, and you jerk against the touch, gasping. A press and slide, following upwards once more in double succession.Â
Another dot, dash, and two dots in a row. (.-.. )
You were quickly beginning to piece together the puzzle he left you to solve, the audacity of it all.
Before you could admonish such revelations, you bite your tongue when he continues into the next piece. It was fleeting, but memorableâidentical presses and a sinister slide, the buzzing toy greeting your entrance in slick abundance.Â
Two dots, and a dash. (..- )
âYouâre notââ Your eyes grow wide at the newly placed prodding.Â
âGetting cold feet? A minute ago you wanted me to go all the way,â Sylus recalls with a click of his tongue. âIt would be unlike you to stop right before the finish line, sweetie.â
You squirm against him, sensitive and incredibly aware of the coil threatening to unfurl. He takes notice, hand stilling in consideration.
âYou can do it,â he croons, forehead to yours and capturing your fluttering gaze.
âNever said I couldnât,â you say, a swallow sealing your determination.
Sylus smiles. âLast letter. Let's make it count.â The vibrator slips into your cunt, whirring against your walls in a sense of overwhelming ecstasy. He makes quick work of it all then, three generous thrusts of the wand disappearing almost entirely, save for his firm grip around the base.Â
Three final dots. (...)
It marks the end of his charades, and the beginning of your incandescent cries.
You came undone at last, release ebbing as a flurry of sounds shape themselves into your call. âSylus, Sylus, Sylus.â
âThatâs it, ride it out for me. You worked so hard to earn it, after all.â His nose brushes just beneath your jaw, a tender kiss in consolation to soothe your high.Â
He relaxes the toy out of your spent heat by the time your trembling thighs subsided, power shutting off and rolling onto the deskâs surface. A brief swirling of black and crimson manifests a small cloth into his hand, gently patting away the stickied outcome before it disperses in the same specks. His fingers rake along your sides, dragging the fabric of your bottoms into their proper place.
âSylus.â You slump against his shoulder in recovery, bemoaning amidst the moment of calm clarity. âYou are unbelievable. The damn answer was your name, of all things.â âAnd now you know how to call for me in code. Arenât I generous?â The slight rumble of his chest supports the chuckle he lets out, deepened further when a curl of your fist smacks his shoulder in protest.
Endearment softens his tone as he draws circles into your back, taking the rolling punches. The other tangles his fingers against your temple, smoothing out the sides in thought. âI would say our lesson went well today.â
âOne hell of a lesson,â you remark. Your breathing slows for a moment, listening to the drumming heart beneath your ear. His caresses were kind, lulling, attentive. A sense of peace, wholeheartedly yours and Sylus' alone.
Your gaze shifts towards the desk, when another piece of memory, well-decorated in its untouched trim, lies next to the toy. Forgotten, nearlyâthe gift. âBy the way,â you murmur. âWhatâs in the box?â Whether it was out of laziness and unwilling to move from your warmth or pure convenience, Sylus waves his hand in summoning. Accepting the floating item midair, you were about to peel off the lid when he began to shift under you, interrupting your grand reveal.
âHold on.â
With practiced ease, Sylus single-handedly cradles you to his chest and adeptly rises from the cushioned seat. No matter how many times heâs pulled it off in the past, it still leaves you breathless as if it were the first time.
You circle an arm around his neck, the other clutching the box with a huff, âI was about to do an unboxing, you know.âÂ
âI know,â he confirms, and presses another kiss to your temple. âBut youâre getting sleepy. Open it after a good nightâs rest.â
A swirl of Evol pushes the doors open, his footsteps echoing down the hall and towards his sanctuary. Your mind willed to protest his attempt of procrastination, yet only a yawn pushed past your lips and proved his point.
Curling into his embrace, you faintly mumble into his neck, âIâm wide awake.â
âAnd the sun shines at midnight,â Sylus deadpans, unimpressed at your performance. âDonât fight it. If youâre tired, then sleep. Iâll make sure the gift will be there when you wake up.â âYou promise?â
âWith my heart,â he says.
It was a simple response, yet the timbre of his words imbued security and affection all the same. As if he meant more than just ensuring your box was safe, swearing to something beyond your greater comprehension.Â
One blink lasted longer than the one prior, sweeping the thought and yourself away into soundless sleep. Another time, perhaps.
â
You would find out the following day that he stayed true to his word. In the quiet hums of the morning, a slumbering giant clung to your side, his breathing calm and unknowing you had finally peeled open the mysterious box.Â
A finely crafted jewel twinkled amidst padded velvet, a clasp secured on one end. Engravings inlaid in a series of familiar dots and dashes; you couldn't help but softly laugh, a finger tracing the pattern.
(-... . .-.. --- ...- . -..)
Beloved.
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