#to savor or spit out any particular bites.

[junipaca]

ive been feeling like shit so i think its time i continue orv finally (kim dokja is like the One Guy i rlly relate to and want to strangle)

[coldfanbou]

Wild Night

So originally, I had thought about the fic as just Somi and Umji because that was an idea someone had commented on, but then I got the idea of adding Eunha to make it something of a girl's night. It's just about all smut for this one.

Length 3K

Eunha X Mreader X Somi X Umji

“Are you sure you want to come along, Eunha? We can get pretty crazy.” Somi asked the older woman before glancing at Umji.

“Absolutely! It’s going to be a blast going out with all of you,” Eunha said, a radiant smile on her face as she looked at the small group. "This is going to be a night to remember.” With that, the three women stepped out of the dorms and into a world of pulsating music and vibrant lights. They reveled in the club's atmosphere, dancing with abandon and savoring every moment. They indulged in their favorite drinks, with Somi fearlessly striking up conversations with any man who would entertain her. 

As the night came to a close, they found themselves at a cozy bar, chatting in a booth about their experiences as idols. You were seated at the bar, saying your goodbyes to your friends as they left. Somi glanced in your direction more than once, biting her bottom lip as she eyed an opportunity to talk to you. Umji and Eunha were too engaged in their conversation to notice her. You stepped away from the bar after you finished your drink, “Hey, Boss. I’m going to step outside for a breath of fresh air, and I’ll be right back.” The Barkeep nodded and continued cleaning the glasses. 

You take a deep breath as you step outside. Your friends are long gone at this point, and few people are passing through the dark alleyway. You pull out your phone, flicking through it in search of nothing in particular as the bar door swings open. It was Somi. She shut the door behind her, leaning against it as she looked you up and down. “Hi, Handsome. Are you interested in having some fun?” She asks, leaning over, her cleavage about to spill out of her shirt. “I’ve had my eye on you since we got here and there’s something about you that has me all hot and bothered.” Somi’s sultry voice lingers in the air as she steps closer to you, pushing her bust against your arm. She scopes the area before returning her gaze to you. “There’s no one around, and I’m a little hungry. You have something for me, don’t you?” Her hand rubs against your crotch, “Oh, you’re pretty big.” You watch Somi lick her lips; the hunger in her eyes excites you, and you take her up on her offer.

You tilt her head back and steal a kiss from her. Turning your body toward her, you reach up and cup one of her tits. You massage it, giving it rough squeezes as you shift your hand. “Mmm, that’s nice.” She says in a low groan. “I don’t think I can wait.” Somi squats in front of you, pulling your cock out of your pants slowly. It breaks free with little help, slapping her forehead. Somi giggles and opens her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out and running it along the underside of your cock. She flicks her tongue as she reaches the tip and grasps the base. Somi stares at you as she drags her hand along your shaft. “Fuck, this is a lot bigger than I expected.” She says excitedly. Somi shakes her head, attempting to move most of her hair behind her. She places one hand on your thigh before leaning forward and wrapping her plump lips around the tip of your cock. Her warm tongue swirls around the head, and you hear her muffled moan. Somi’s lustful eyes focus on your cock now. She bobs her head, taking more each time and stretching her lips to their limit. You feel her tongue move up and down the sides of your shaft while Somi strokes the base of your cock. She pulls away, gathering her saliva and spitting it onto your cock and spreading it out with her hand before pushing herself to take as much of you as possible. You place your hand on her head, guiding Somi as she chokes on your cock. Her eyes began to water, and her tongue calmed down, acting as a runway for your cock. 

You were close to cumming, and your cock began to pulse inside Somi’s mouth when the door to the bar opened, pushing Somi forward to the base of your cock. You hold her there as you cum, flooding her throat and pumping your cum right into her stomach. Your semen leaked from the corners of her mouth, along with her saliva. It coated her mouth, running down her chin. Two heads poked out from the door, checking why it didn’t open fully. Umji and Eunha catch you two. Somi hastily stands up and turns around, facing her friends with teary eyes and a ruined mouth. “It’s not what it looks like!” She stammers.

“I think it’s exactly what it looks like,” Umji says, wiping part of Somi’s mouth with her thumb. “You always do this, Somi. You couldn’t even wait until we were home.” She replies, slapping her friend's shoulder. Eunha stood in shock at the scene. Umji caught the stunned expression, “Unnie, this is what I meant when I said we get crazy. We find someone we can share.” She pats the older woman’s back. “If you don’t want to join us, it’s fine.”

“No, I’m cool. I’ll join.” Eunha says adamantly. “It’s our night.” 

Umji nods in understanding, “Okay, then let's get going.” Somi wipes her mouth and nods her head. 

“Let’s go.” After pulling up your pants and paying your tab, you leave with the ladies, heading back to Somi’s apartment. As soon as you’re inside, Somi reaches into your pants and grabs your cock. “I’m so ready for this beast.” She says as she leads you to her bedroom. The other girls quickly follow behind you.  “Take everything off and lay down for us; I need to get you ready for a long night.” You strip down before lying on her bed. The girls gather around you, with Somi crawling between your legs. You stare at her swaying breasts. Somi smiles and pulls off the straps of her shirt, letting her tits spill out. The large mounds had small pink nipples to go along with them. Somi crosses her arms under her breasts, pushing them together. “These are nice, aren’t they? Let me show you how soft they are.” Somi raises your hips, making it easier for her to place your cock between her tits. Saliva drips from her mouth onto your cock, and she pushes her tits together, using them to coat your cock. You groan her name; Somi’s soft tits enveloped you, slowly rising and falling as she used them like a fleshlight. She lowers her head, lapping at the tip when it pokes from between her tits. 

Umji turns your head toward her, planting her lips on your and placing your hand on her ass. You instinctively squeeze, feeling the soft flesh in your hand and making her give a light moan. Eunha does much the same, following Umji’s lead. You give their asses soft taps, enjoying them as Somi comes to a stop. “He’s ready. Eunha, do you want to go first?” 

“Me?” Eunha debates her options for a second, staring at your cock with fear in her eyes. “Sure, I’ll go first.” She says. It was the first time Eunha would have something so big, bigger than any toy she had, and it excited her. Eunha climbs off the bed, pulling off her skirt and throwing off her shirt. Standing in her underwear, you look over her body, marveling at her curves. She didn’t have Somi’s bust, but she had a good ass and thick thighs. She pulled down her panties and tossed her bra off to the side before climbing back onto the bed.  

“How do you want her?” Umji whispers into your ears. 

“From behind.”

Somi backs away, giving you the space to get behind Eunha, who hesitantly gets on all fours. She looks behind herself as you stroke your cock, imagining how it would be inside her. Somi and Umji get on either side of her, spreading her cheeks apart. “What are you doing?” Eunha asks, more than a little nervous. The older woman moans as she feels something cold enter her ass. Somi had lathered her finger in lube, pushing it deep into Eunha’s ass. “Mhmm, wait, not there.” Eunha groans as she feels Somi’s finger curl inside her, rubbing against her walls. 

“Unnie, We know you’ve been trying out some toys for that hole,” Umji says softly as she lies beside Eunha. “I want to see you lose your V-card.” 

“But-” Umji kisses Eunha, stopping her from saying another word.

Somi pulls her finger out, “Umji, you’re so bad.” She says as if she hadn’t had a part in this. Somi turns to you, “Come on, big boy, fuck this tight little ass for us.” She grabs your cock, pointing it right toward Eunha’s asshole. You press against it, feeling the resistance as you push the head inside. You groan, forced to grab Eunha’s waist as you move more of your length inside. The crushing pressure feels terrific; Eunha’s ass squeezes you roughly, making it challenging to push inside. Eunha gripped the sheets, her knuckles turning white and her whines being muffled by Umji, who started playing with the older woman’s clit. You’re stretching Eunha’s ass, forming it into the shape of your cock as you push in deeper. Somi kisses your neck and presses her chest against yours. “You’re nearly all the way inside. Keep going.” She nibbles on your ear as you pull on Eunha’s waist and bury the last couple of inches inside her. Eunha’s loud moans could barely be contained as the pain began to turn into pleasure. She could feel you deep inside her. Eunha was barely hanging on; the only thoughts in her head revolved around your cock. You reach over and kiss Somi, pushing your tongue into her mouth while you wait for Eunha to get used to your size. You toy with her tits, pulling on Somi’s nipple. “You can use me however you want. Tonight, every hole is just for you.” She whispers, leading your hand to her ass. Somi kisses your cheek before continuing, “My pussy is gonna milk you dry.`” 

Umji moves to your other side, “Don’t forget about me. I’m going to want some of this, too.” Umji sends her hand into Eunha’s ass, and a loud clap fills the room. “Just look at what you’re doing to my Unnie. You’re going to turn her into a fucktoy.” Her words excite you, and you begin to move. Eunha’s ass refuses to let you go; you use a good amount of energy pulling out but find pushing back in to be much easier. Eunha’s ass happily welcomed you back in. Each subsequent thrust became easier as your cock coated her walls with Somi’s saliva and the lube.

Eunha groaned with every thrust; her hands slowly made their way to her ass, spreading her cheeks and allowing you in deeper. “More! I want more!” She cried out. You gripped her waist tightly and made sure to satisfy her desire, ramming your entire length inside the petite woman. Umji and Somi smile as they hear the older woman beg for more. Eunha was quickly nearing her climax; something about being watched by her maknae made her feel more aroused. 

You felt her walls tighten around you and moaned Eunha’s name, “You’re getting so tight.”  You grunt, stirring Eunha’s insides, bringing you close, too. “I’m going to cum.”

“Inside, i-inside,” Eunha mumbled as you pounded her tiny body into the bed. 

“Do it cum inside her little asshole,” Somi whispered as she toyed with your nipple.

“Fill her,” Umji added as she licked your neck.

Your grip on Eunha tightens, digging your hands into her soft flesh as you bury yourself to the hilt inside her and pour your semen into her ass. “I’m cumming!” Eunha cries as you fill her ass; the sensation of the warm cum flooding her guts is more than enough to send her over the edge. Eunha’s asshole tightens around your cock, squeezing your cum out of you. You drag your cock out of her slowly; an audible pop is heard as you pull out. Eunha’s ass winks at the three of you, attempting to close as cum leaks out of her. 

Somi stares at the gaping hole you left and can’t hide her excitement. She runs her finger around the edge of Eunha’s ass hole and tastes your cum. “I want my turn next.” She says, rolling Eunha to the side.

You glance over at Umji. She kisses your cheek and runs her fingertip along your chest. “Ruin her. I have my own plan,” She says with a wicked smile. Somi lay on the bed spread eagle, eager to feel your cock. 

You turn to face her with your cock in hand, rubbing it against her lips until you feel the entrance. “Mmm, do it. Fuck this little pussy.” You give Somi precisely what she wants and ram your length inside her without a second thought. She throws her head back and shouts as she feels you tear through her, stretching her cunt in an instant. “F-uck,” She groans. 

“You’re tight,” You respond before placing one of Somi’s legs on your shoulder and beginning to move. 

“I’m not ready,” Somi whimpered as she felt you begin to pound away at her body.

Umji spoke up, “Let me quiet her down.” She moved from your side and placed herself firmly on Somi’s face, letting her friend eat her out. “Use your tongue, Somi.” She moaned. You watched Umji play with her modest tits, squeezing them as she ground her hips against Somi. You loved the sight, and it made you want more from Somi. You reached over and grabbed her tits, squeezing them roughly in your hand before tugging on her nipples. You could barely hear her moans because of Umji’s thighs, but you knew she was losing her mind. You did whatever you could to Somi’s nipples, pulling on them, twisting them. You heard her moans slowly growing louder, and her cunt only got tighter. “Ooh, that’s it, ruin that little body,” Umji moaned, watching you turn her friend into a fleshlight. “Play with her clit. It’s always super sensitive. She’ll cum in no time.” You followed her orders, moving your hands down Somi’s toned stomach. You rubbed her clit slowly at first, in small circles, before suddenly flicking it. It sent shivers down Somi’s spine. She whined about it, but you couldn’t understand her. When you felt her cunt tighten around your cock you knew she was about to cum. “She’s going to cum, huh? I’m nearly there, too. Just a little longer. Umji rocked back and forth over Somi’s face, bringing herself to her climax. You reached forward, grabbing Umji and pressing your lips against hers as you impaled Somi on your cock and drowned her cunt in your cum. Umji cums at the same time, her body moving quickly as her nectar sprays over Somi.

The three of you bask in the afterglow for a minute before Umji climbs off Somi. The young woman’s face is covered with Umji’s nectar, which runs across her cheek and onto the bed. “That just leaves me,” Umji says as she kisses you again. “You stay right there.” Umji places herself over Somi, their cunts rubbing against each other. Umji moves her hand between her legs, spreading her lips for you. “I’m waiting.” She says in a low, sultry voice.

You place your cock and her entrance and push in slowly. Your energy was running out from all the orgasms, but still, you pushed forward. Umji’s pussy  was snug, holding you comfortably as you began to move. She groaned as you entered her and kissed the barely conscious Somi, tasting herself on her friend's tongue. Umji’s moans filled the room, arousing you and giving you the energy to continue. “You’re so deep, I think you’re hitting my womb.” She groaned.  You massaged Umji’s ass as you thrust, getting yourself ready to spank her. You pulled back and delivered a hard smack to the soft ass, watching as it recoiled. “Oh fuck, hit me again.” She groaned. You continued to spank Umji, turning her ass red and leaving your handprint on her.

All the while, she played with Somi’s body, lapping at her neck and playing with her tits. Your cock was beginning to throb inside the young woman, and you knew it was only a matter of time until you came. You reached under Umji, finding her clit and rubbing it. She grimaced, and her moans grew louder. “Ahh, fuck.” Umji backed her ass into you, wanting you to go deeper as you pushed her towards cumming. You picked up speed, moving like a piston into her tight cunt while you held her in place with your other hand. You watched her ass bounce as you rammed your cock inside. 

“I’m cumming, Umji,” You moan as you hold onto her waist. Your moans fill the room as you put the last of your energy into your last thrust. Ramming into her womb and flooding it with your cum, filling Umji to the brim as her walls milked you of anything you had. You collapse on top of her before rolling in between Eunha and the pair of women. 

You pass out, waking the following day, where you find yourself still between the beautiful women, each focusing on your cock, taking turns sucking on it till you’re awake. “Oh, you’re awake,” Somi mumbles as she bobs her head.

“Good morning,” Eunha and Umji say as they kiss your cheeks. “I hope you have some time to spare. Your cock was hard when we woke up, and we thought we should get another ride before leaving.” Umji comments as she runs her hand along your chest. “You’ll stay for a few more rounds, right?” You just nod, happy to have them all over you.

[blondeboyfriend]

𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Zeke Yeager x f!reader [ SYNOPSIS ] Your cute neighbor is completely and utterly obsessed with you. So much so that he has taken to standing outside your window and watching your every move. [ WORD COUNT ] 1.8k [ CONTENT ] Modern AU, dubiously consensual voyeurism, exhibitionism, obsessive behavior, masturbation, oral sex, Zeke's submissive but not a sub, y/n is dominant but not a dom, biting, spit, cigarettes (duh).

Zeke wasn’t always a “peeping tom.” He considered himself to be a decent guy: he had a good job, lived in a nice apartment, and people tended to be fond of him. But you came and fucked that all up. Something about you changed him.

Maybe it was the doe-eyed look you gave him when he introduced himself. So pure, unassuming. Sickly sweet. Maybe it was the way picked a piece of lint off of his shirt. It was such a natural movement, like you were put on this earth to preen him. You had no business being so friendly.

Even after you were long gone the kind song of your voice hung around him like a ghost. Your name wormed its way into his brain. You were an affliction, a parasite. You must have known you’d have this effect on him. It was on purpose. There was no way you would be comely for any other reason. You beckoned him, your actions filling in the absence of words. You didn’t need to explain yourself. That wasn’t needed for people like Zeke and yourself. Sometimes people just clicked, immediately bonded.

Why else would you have left your blinds wide open at night? Prancing around in your underwear and a cropped t-shirt. Not once did you glance outside but you knew he was there, he could feel it. You welcomed his presence by merely existing. This was an invitation.

He was standing just outside your window, drenched in the shadows and his sins unseen. There was still a level of shame he felt as his hand crept under his sweatpants and gripped his throbbing cock. But he couldn’t help himself. He ached for you.

If you only knew how badly Zeke wanted to crawl through your window and profess his adoration and affection for you. How he wanted to grab you by the shoulders and show you that he understood, that he felt it too. But he was a coward with his weeping cock in his hands.

His eyes lingered on your long legs as he spat on his cock, stroking the length of it. He wanted to worship them, cover them with kisses and bite marks. His breath hitched as your shirt rode up as you stretched, barely covering your breasts. He picked up the pace and held back a groan. It was hard to keep quiet. Zeke wasn’t a particularly loud man, but you inspired him. Your siren song elicited his sordid sounds.

“Oh fuck,” he uttered through gritted teeth as you bent over, revealing your adorable ass.

Zeke wanted to dig his teeth into it, savor it. He rutted against his fist, shamelessly fucking it as you mulled about your bedroom doing nothing in particular. You were putting on a display for him. He took in every inch of your body, desperately trying to imagine how your skin would feel against his. He thought about fucking your throat, your big dark eyes gazing up at him full of tears that cling to your lashes. Oh how he longed to wipe them away as his cum trickled out of the corners of your mouth.

It didn’t take long for him to finish. He moaned as a milky white cum spurted out of his engorged cock. His relief was short-lived. Embarrassment flooded him as he tucked his cock back into his pants. That night he couldn’t sleep. He just tossed and turned as you continued to haunt him.

The next morning he was startled to find you hovering outside, uncertainty overtaking your expression. His heart skipped a beat when you finally knocked on his door.

“Hey!” he said a little too enthusiastically.

“Hi. I, uh… Can I ask you something?”

Your little frown was enough to turn Zeke into a wild animal, ready to tear someone apart. He hated to see you upset even if it was likely his doing.

“Sure. What’s going on?”

“I heard really weird shit, sorry, stuff—”

“You can swear. It’s fine,” he laughed.

“I heard weird shit outside my window last night. It sounded like a wounded animal.”

His stomach dropped. You had heard him. As much as he knew you courted him, begged him to watch you, he realized how it could be discomforting to hear a man climaxing in the middle of the night.

“Wounded?” he asked, suddenly self conscious about what he sounds like when he comes.

“I don’t know, maybe not that exactly. I can’t really place, like, what it was. Just that it was weird.”

“No. I didn’t hear anything. I’m sorry.”

He went to go back inside, but you grabbed the door and held it open. His eyes widened, not expecting you to be that strong.

“Would you wanna maybe come hang out? I know that’s forward as fuck but I don’t wanna be alone tonight.”

“I think I can manage that,” he quickly said.

He smiled as warmly as he could, hoping it would set you at ease.

“Cool! We can watch fucked up shit on Youtube. It’ll be fun.”

Zeke spent the rest of his day pacing around his apartment, plotting out his actions. He wanted to come off as relatable, like someone you could turn to. Everything he planned came tumbling down when you answered your door wearing a black crop top and tiny, grey running shorts. Your hair was pulled back revealing your long neck, obviously tempting him.

“You’re not cold?” he asked.

“I run hot,” you purred. “Come on in.”

You let him inside, your body brushing up against his as he came through the door. Your home was cozy if a little cluttered. You clearly hadn’t settled in all the way. Books were stacked on the floor. A pile of clothes were draped over an office chair. Most of your belongings were still housed in boxes.

“Do you mind if I smoke? I’ll open a window,” he said, nearly choking on the word window.

“That’s fine,” you replied.

He cracked the very window he had been jerking off near and pulled out a cigarette.

“I know it was you,” you hissed.

Zeke put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it, only to be confronted by the wrong end.

“Shit,” he mumbled.

“You should be ashamed of yourself.”

He averted your gaze, refusing to be confronted by you.

“I know.”

“Are you sorry?” you asked, locking the door.

He had nowhere to go unless he jumped out the window.

“Yes.”

“Prove it.”

You stared him down, showing no hint of fear. It was intimidating but it was everything he ever wanted. His cock ached, begging to be touched.

“What do I need to do?” he offered.

“Get on your hands and knees. Crawl to me.”

“Really?”

“I said you sounded like a wounded animal, remember? I figured you should act like one.”

He paused, frozen in place. Any semblance of sweetness he saw in you had dissipated. Gone was a delicate flower, here before him was a blade.

“What are you afraid of? If anyone should be shitting their pants, it’s me. I just let the big bad wolf in like some woefully dumb, little girl,” you said, voice dripping with snark.

He cleared his throat and obeyed, easing himself onto his hands and knees. He was starting to like this game. It was unsuspected but he was enraptured by it. Usually surprises annoyed Zeke but this was bliss. He made his way over to you.

“Good boy,” you murmured, patting his head.

His cock twitched and happily accepted the affection. Praise always did Zeke in; he fully blamed his father for this.

“On your knees please.”

He did as he was told, gazing up at you with his grey eyes.

“You know I could let everyone know how disgusting you are. You realize that, right?” you asked, gripping a lock of his wavy, flaxen hair.

“Yes.”

“What are you gonna do to stop me?”

“N—nothing.”

You smirked. “Really? Not a fuckin’ thing? I was at least hoping you’d chase me around the apartment, maybe hold me down and teach me a lesson. But…” Your tone changed to that sickly sweetness from when you first met. “I guess I was wrong, hm?”

You stroked Zeke’s face as he struggled to hide his trembling.

“What’s wrong? I’m not gonna hurt you. You’re too cute. It’d be criminal.”

You put your hand under his chin, forcing him to look up. He felt drunk off your presence, lust radiated off you, tempting him but in an unnerving way. You pulled down your shorts, revealing you eschewed wearing underwear that night. Your glistening cunt was right in front of his face, calling out to him. He bit his bottom lip and clenched his fists, trying to fight the urge to fuck you right then and there.

“Eat it.”

He ran his tongue along your folds, savoring the juices that coated them. Your cunt was ambrosia. Maybe this was why he was put on this earth. To kneel before such a divine being, to be overpowered by someone so seemingly unassuming. This wasn’t what he had planned for, hell, he couldn’t even remember what his plan was. You overtook him.

“Such a hungry, little boy. Kinda pathetic.”

He grazed your clit with his teeth, just enough so that you knew he wasn’t some puppy. He could easily overpower you if he wanted. But his warning did little to heed you.

“Is that supposed to scare me?”

“Maybe,” he said, breath hot against your cunt.

You stroked his hair, your touch couldn’t have been more gentle. He encircled your clit with the pointed tip of his tongue. You arched your back and groaned. He grabbed your ass and pulled you closer to him. His beard tickled your thighs.

You exhaled deeply and ran your hand through your hair, pushing it out of your face. Zeke looked up and thought he’d come right then and there. His cock throbbed in his jeans. He wanted to whip it out and start jerking off but that would mean he had to stop groping your ass.

“Fu—fuck,” you whined.

It was so different from the bravado you had been presenting. The innocent doe rearing its delicate head. You couldn’t bury it away that easily. Zeke took this opportunity to be relentless and lapped at your cunt to the point of overstimulation. Your knees buckled and your legs turned to jelly.

“What’s your name again?” You asked.

Your orgasm was on the horizon. He pulled away, a tendril of spit and fluids connecting his mouth to your cunt.

“It’s Zeke.”

You clenched your jaw and pushed his head back into your crotch, breathing deep as your body trembled.

“Zeke,” you murmured, music to his ears. He wanted his name to be the only word you ever uttered. “You—you’re such a good boy.”

Your chest heaved as you came. Zeke’s body provided enough stability that you didn’t crumble to the floor after your orgasm finally bid farewell.

He wiped his lips and looked up at you. You smirked and got down to his level. You held his face in your hands, your lips overtaking his. Your tongues glided up against each other.

“Now what?” he asked, breaking the kiss.

“Whatever the fuck I want obviously.”

[blitzturtles]

Title: Salt (Ao3) Rating: Teen and Up Fandom: OFMD, Our Flag Means Death Pairing(s): Steddyhands, Stizzy Summary: “Doesn’t hurt so bad,” Bonnet says, words largely (blessedly) muffled by the cloth stuffed into his mouth. He looks dazed, eyes failing to fixate on any particular point, and he keeps wandering around the cabin, fingers grazing this and that only for him to spin around and open his maw to make some other useless observation like he isn’t actively losing blood from the now gaping hole in his mouth.

Notes: The prompt my wife gave me was 'salt', hence the title. Content warnings for medical use of opium and some mild tooth trauma. Also, they're all super married.

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“Doesn’t hurt so bad,” Bonnet says, words largely (blessedly) muffled by the cloth stuffed into his mouth. He looks dazed, eyes failing to fixate on any particular point, and he keeps wandering around the cabin, fingers grazing this and that only for him to spin around and open his maw to make some other useless observation like he isn’t actively losing blood from the now gaping hole in his mouth.

Izzy grabs him by the jaw, none too gently, “That’s because of the laudanum. Open,” and, to his surprise, Stede does. Without any biting remarks or stupid comments, even. Izzy should savor the moment, but he has a job to do, and unfortunately, that job is seeing to his idiotic husband while his other husband gets to do all the fun stuff like threatening hostages and procuring spoils for himself. It’s entirely unfair, and he’s certain it’s some sort of punishment for last night when he—Izzy shakes his head. No point getting riled up now.

Izzy pulls the bloodied cloth out from between Stede’s lips and reaches back to grab a glass of what looks to be water off the nearby table. “Gargle this, don’t swallow.”

It’s his own fucking fault that he ends up coated in salt water a moment later when Stede spits it out like a petulant child being forced to drink medicine. It takes all of his willpower to not dump the rest of it over Stede’s head. Instead, he wipes at his face and motions toward the glass, “Try again.”

The second attempt goes better than the first. Bonnet doesn’t spew salt water all over him, so Izzy counts it as some sort of win. Not a very good one, but he’ll take what he can get.

“Now spit it ba—in the cup!” Izzy’s quick to yank the glass from Stede’s hand and get it underneath his chin before the man can make too much of a mess of himself.

“Sorry,” Stede says without sounding sorry at all.

“Whatever, here,” Izzy forces Stede’s jaw open once more and crams the cloth back into place. “Bite down and hold it.” Hopefully that’s a simple enough command for even Bonnet to follow, but he’s not all that optimistic.

Rather than leaving Stede to his own devices, Izzy grabs at his upper arm and leads Stede over to the sofa. “Sit, and stay put for two fucking minutes,” and he’s gone and out of the room before Stede can try to respond.

It doesn’t take him long to find and wet another cloth, this time with the coldest water he can find. He returns to the Captains’ quarters to find Stede stretched out on the sofa, legs kicked up and his arm tucked under his head. He’s staring up at the ceiling like it’s the most interesting thing in the world, and the cloth is still in his mouth, much to Izzy’s relief.

“What’s that for?” Stede asks once his senses catch up to him, and he (belatedly) takes note of the footsteps approaching him.

“Your eyes,” Izzy says easily. He approaches the sofa and moves to lay the cloth out over Stede’s face once he closes his eyes. “That broken nose of yours is going to come with two black eyes.” Truthfully, the bruising has already begun to develop, and there’s swelling on the lids that will undoubtedly be much worse in the morning.

On second thought, Edward might be having a different sort of fun. The very sort that Izzy wishes he could participate in right now. He wouldn’t have any qualms about running the bastards through that thought to touch one of his Captains, but he supposes that’s what the rest of the crew can make themselves good for. If only for today. Izzy can go back to the maiming and killing himself when he isn’t busy babying Stede.

“Fucking—don’t—” Izzy snatches Stede’s hand away from his face before he can do anymore damage to himself.

“But I can’t see it.”

“And you don’t fucking need to,” Izzy growls, exasperation getting the better of him. Ed really would be better at this. “You’re going to be one big, swollen fucking bruise tomorrow, but it will heal. If you leave it the fuck alone.”

Stede pouts up at him, which looks frankly ridiculous with the one cloth covering his eyes and the other hanging out of his mouth. It’s a shame the boy isn't here to capture the image on paper. Izzy would love to have it to show Bonnet when he’s more lucid.

The door creaks open, and Izzy barely pays it any mind as he adjusts the cloth in Stede’s mouth and pushes at the bottom of his jaw, checking that there’s at least some pressure being applied.

“You look entirely too satisfied with yourself,” Ed remarks from the doorway. He leans against it a moment, taking the scene in, as if he isn’t, himself, quite a sight, what with blood streaking across his face and his hair in disarray around his head. It’s a good look on him, and Izzy isn’t ashamed to let his gaze linger.

“Yeah, well, you fucking stuck me with him,” Izzy shrugs like he hadn’t made that vow himself in front of God and everyone some six months ago. Christ, what the fuck is his life?

“‘Him’ is listening,” Stede points out, voice still muted.

“We know.”

“Don’t care.”

The pouting returns, and Izzy actually snorts out a laugh at the sight of it. Edward shoots him a semi-judgmental look that Izzy’s content to ignore. It’s not Ed that’s been dealing with a fucked up Bonnet. Stede had been a blubbering mess before the laudanum, and he’s been a nuisance since. Unable—or unwilling—to sit still for any length of time. This is the longest so far. The opium must really be setting in.

“Shoulda put him in bed first,” Ed points out as he comes to crouch down at Stede’s side. Izzy shoots him an unimpressed look. They both know how Ed’s knee will protest later, but it’s wasted breath to say anything about it now. “I don’t think he’s gonna move anytime soon.”

“Probably not,” Izzy shrugs. He looks back down at Stede and notices the way he’s settled more thoroughly. His body is relaxed, melting into the cushions, and his breathing is slower. He looks back at Edward, contemplating a moment, but his curiosity gets the better of him. “What about those two—” He waves a hand. An assortment of colorful words come to mind, and he eventually settles on, “Fuckwits?”

“Jim.”

“Ah,” good choice.

“I had a go at them first,” Ed adds with a shrug of his own.

“Good,” is all Izzy has to say to that. At least one of them should have gotten the opportunity.

“I’ll tell you all about it later,” Ed promises as he moves to try to unfold himself. Izzy doesn’t hesitate in offering him a hand up. “Thanks. For taking care of him.”

Izzy hums dismissively. The index and middle fingers of his free hand find his cravat, and he brushes over the two rings tied into the fabric. He doesn’t say anything else, but, then, he doesn’t really need to, does he?

[f1nalboys]

Not Doing This For You - Bday Fic

happy bday to @zhellas !!! He wanted this as a y/n fic but this is my first time ever writing for Nancy and I hope I did her justice!!! I hope you enjoy this!

WORD COUNT: 2079

WARNINGS: MASC!AMAB!Reader, nsfw, oral (male receiving), oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, orgasm denial, public sex, slight blood play? kind of??, nancy is mean heheh, reader is called a slut/whore/other demeaning names, nancy is into the humiliation aspect of it

Nancy fucking Downs. There was something about her that drove you fucking crazy. Maybe it was her smile - or, more often, her scowl - or maybe it was the way she carried herself, how she didn’t give a single shit about what anyone thought of her. Whatever it was, all you knew was that you had the hots for her.

Most nights you’d lay in bed with your cock in hand and just think of all the things you’d do to her. Or what she’d do to you. That was definitely a dirty little secret of yours; all you wanted was for Nancy Downs to suck you off and do whatever the fuck else she wanted. The only problem was that she doesn’t know who you are.

Well, she didn’t until the two of you got stuck in detention together for the next three weeks. What happened with you wasn’t your fault, honest to God, but you definitely knew Nancy had done something to get put in there. She sat down beside you in the classroom, throwing her bag down with a huff.

“Hey, you’re Nancy, right?”

“Why do you care?” Her voice was gravelly, deeper than most girls, and it matched her perfectly. She wore red lipstick, a darker, almost black, color on the edges of her lips. The very lips you had imagined wrapped around your cock dozens of times before. She raises an eyebrow at your silence and you swallow hard, stuttering out a response.

“Oh! No, no, I’m not trying to be, like, an asshole or anything! I’ve just seen you around and thought you looked cool.” She searches your face for any hint of sarcasm and, when she doesn’t find any, she smiles. It didn’t quite reach her eyes but you didn’t care. All that mattered was that she smiled because of you, because of something you said to her.

She turns towards you in her chair and rests her head in her hand. “Yeah, I’m Nancy. Who’re you?” The rest of the hour is spent talking. Not about anything in particular, mainly school related things, but by the end of the day she gave you her number. After you got home, you debated on whether or not you should call her. Would it be too soon?

Your ego told you it was, that you should play it cool and give it a day, but the eagerness of actually being able to talk to her and hear her voice before you fell asleep won and you dialed her number. She answered on the third ring. “Hello? Who the fuck is it?”

“Uh, it’s Y/N, from detention? You gave me your number and I figured, you know, that I should call.”

“You actually called the day I gave it to you?” She asked, her voice teasing. You weren’t sure if she was actually making fun of you, though. The two of you talked for a few minutes before she hung up without giving you a second to say goodbye. When you touched yourself that night you, as usual, thought of her.

After seven detentions and four phone conversations, you finally asked her out. “Hey, Nancy, I was wondering if you wanted to get something to eat with me after this? If you weren’t busy of course.” She accepted without a fight. You both took the bus to this little chain diner and ate, talking for an hour, and when it started to get dark she asked if you wanted to go somewhere with her.

“Don’t look so freaked. I’m not gonna kill you,” She grinned when she said it, grabbing ahold of your hand and pulling you down the road. Her smile was sharp, her teeth bared, and a very small part of you thought she was lying. She took you to a park out of town, one she said she went to with her friends. That made your heart flutter a bit; you were one of those friends, it seemed.

She sat you down at one of the park benches and sat down next to you, placing her hand on your knee. “Y/N, I know you like me.” You cough, caught off guard. She was staring at you with a glint in her eye. “Don’t lie to me either; I hate liars.”

“Y-yeah, I do. How… how does that make you feel?”

She laughs at you, this one tinged with cruelty, as her hand slid up your thigh. “Makes me feel like you’re a pathetic cunt-hungry whore.” Nancy was foul-mouthed but she had never said something like that to you before. Her hand is still moving and she palms you roughly and your legs open involuntarily. “See? You’re such a whore.”

Her words were laced with venom and yet you couldn’t help but love it. She could surely feel the way you were growing hard under her palm and the realization of what was happening hit you like a ton of bricks. “You… are you sure? We don’t have to…”

“Shut. Up.” Your mouth shuts and you watch as she unbuttons your pants. Her mouth was in a thin line, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “You touch yourself to me, don’t you? Yeah, I fucking thought so. How many times have you cum thinking about me?”

You swallow hard. You aren’t sure if you were supposed to answer but then she's slipping her hand down your pants and palming you through the thin fabric of your underwear. “Shit! Yes, I did. I do. Fuck, I don’t know how many times.” You keep looking between her hand on you and her eyes that were burning into your own, unable to focus on just one of them at a time.

This was something you had thought about before but never in your fucking life did you actually think it would happen. You’re gasping, her name slipping from your lips, and she’s eating it up. “Such a filthy slut. That’s what you are, you know that, right? God, you’re pathetic, really. You’re lucky I’m doing this, lucky that I even give you the time of day.

With that she's standing up, yanking down your pants which you help her out with by lifting your butt up off of the bench. She pulls your underwear down just enough to pull your cock out and she’s on it, licking it from the base of your balls to your tip. Her tongue was long, almost fucking unnaturally long, and it felt amazing.

She takes you in her mouth, her tongue flattening as she bobs her head. Your hands are on the back of the bench, your knuckles white with how tight you were gripping the wood. She looked ethereal, and that fucking mouth of hers. “God, you’re perfect.”

Looking at you through her eyelashes she narrows her eyes, coming off of you with a pop. Her lipstick was smudged, spit gathered at the corners of her mouth. She kisses you hard, her manicured hand gripping your chin with a bruising grip. Her tongue slips in your mouth and she immediately takes control, her kisses sloppy and hard. When she pulls off of you she bites down on your bottom lip hard, breaking the skin, and she comes back with blood covering her teeth.

“Mmm,” You watch in awe as she swipes her tongue over her teeth, closing her eyes as she savors the taste. When her eyes open they’re darker, stormy, and she leans over to lick across your lip, collecting another drop of blood from the cut. “Don’t think I’m doing this for you. No, I’m using you. I’m treating you like the whore you are.”

She sits down next to you and lifts her skirt up slightly, revealing the black lacy thong she was wearing. “Hurry the fuck up.” You get off the bench in a second and get on your knees, not even bothering to tuck yourself back into your underwear. What she wanted you to do was obvious enough and you hook your finger around the thong and pull it to the side, your mouth attaching to her cunt instantaneously.

She hums as you get to work, your tongue swirling around her clit. You could nearly cum at the taste of her; she was fucking intoxicating. Your tongue prods at her hole, your nose running across her clit and she bucks up into you, her hand grabbing the back of your neck and forcing your face further into her.

“Fuck! Keep doing that,” She moans and your tongue starts moving in and out of her cunt, your head bobbing to help push yourself further into her. You were finding it harder and harder to breathe but you didn’t care, you would rather suffocate than stop eating her out. She was soaked, her juices covering the entire lower half of your face.

She cums without warning, her hips moving quick and all you can do is sit there, holding your head still, as she fucks herself onto your tongue. Collapsing back onto the bench, she watches in amusement as you gasp, sucking in the oxygen you had forgone that entire time. “You taste so fucking sweet,” She rolls her eyes at your words, grabbing your collar and kissing you roughly.

“I know. Now get up here and sit down so I can fuck you.” Your knees feel weak when you stand, sliding onto the bench beside her. She straddles you, her chest pressed against yours, and you hiss as her manicured hand grabs ahold of your cock, lining it up at her entrance. She sinks down onto you slowly, her forehead pressed against yours.

Your hands wrap about her waist and you try to move her, try to set the pace, and her nails dig into the flesh of your arm, thin crescent shaped lines of blood coming up underneath them. “Don’t fucking do that. I’m fucking you, remember?”

“Sorry,” Is all you can get out before she starts rocking her hips, throwing her head back in ecstasy. You felt great too, small moans and gasps of her name slipping from your lips. This spurs her on and she lifts her hips, pulling off of you almost completely, before slamming herself down onto you. She does it four times in quick succession before slowing down slightly.

She starts rocking her hips each time she comes down onto you and the sound of her arousal is loud, almost obscene. Your thighs are wet, her wetness dripping down off of her onto you. “Fuck, you feel so good,” You grunt and she lets out a breathy laugh, followed by a long moan. Unable to help yourself, you thrust up slightly and she gasps.

“Fuck! Do that again, it felt good,” You grin and thrust up again, hitting the bundle of nerves inside her, her walls clenching around you. Her arms wrap around your neck, holding you there and she pulls you in for a kiss, slipping her tongue in your mouth. Neither of you break your pace as her tongue swirls around your own.

You can feel her getting close, her pace sputtering and curses spilling from her mouth. Another thrust and she’s cumming, slamming down onto you and twitching. It’s intoxicating the way she falls apart, her ‘bad’ persona cracking as she whimpers your name. You were close yourself and you have to bite your tongue, hard enough to draw blood, to stop from begging her to move.

She smiles at you when her breathing evens out, a glint in her eye, and she lifts herself off of you. You’re coated in her cum, your thighs and part of your jeans soaked. Your eyebrows furrow together and you stare at her, confused. She shimmies her underwear off and tosses it at you. “This was fun.”

“Wait, I didn’t…”

“Cum? Yeah, I know. I was fucking you, remember, whore?” The sound of an approaching car spurs you into action and you tuck yourself back into your jeans, your face burning at the sight of yourself. You were painfully hard, unfairly hard, and you loved it. Loved that she would use you the way she did without bothering to get you off as well. Something about it was incredibly fucking hot. “Keep those. Maybe you can give them back to me in detention.”

She flashes you a wicked grin and walks off, the bus approaching. All you can do is swallow the lump in your throat and follow her.

[just-a-creep-babe]

Kinktober Day 28

Habit: Knife Play & Spitting

Quick warning: a knife goes in the reader’s mouth and also in. the. COOCHIE in this one so be warned skdjdksksjdlslfj

Also there’s some slight dubcon & cutting, though it’s not self-harm

~Requests are closed~

Masterlist: x

Any tips are greatly appreciated!

You know you shouldn’t look at the table

He’s made it abundantly clear from the very beginning that it‘s off limits

But being confined to the small space of the house is taking its toll on you, and you‘ve become, admittedly, atrociously bored

So as you steadily make your way closer to the round table filled with his amassed collection of weapons, you savor the shiver of fear and delight at the prospect of something new, something exciting

Something that can easily land you in big trouble, but the threat of it all only adds to the thrill of the rush

Gazing over the sharp tools, one in particular catches your eye—a sturdy knife with jagged teeth at the end of a thick blade

You don’t let yourself linger on the thought of how many things people got caught on it’s sharp edge

The hilt is relatively long and thick, looking like it would fit comfortably in Habit’s hands, with an end that rounds out, and though it does have a few engravings along its ribbed spine, it’s relatively smooth and minimalistic

Elegant, yet simple

You didn’t approach with the intention of actually touching his beloved weapons

But you just can’t seem to help reaching out and taking it in your hand

The weight feels nice, comfortable even, though it is a little too large

You tilt the angle and watch as a glimmer of light bounces from the cold hard steel

“What’ve you got there, rabbit?”

The sound has your pulse missing a beat

You nearly drop the knife but manage to whirl around and hide it behind your back instead

Your grip tightens around it, muscles scared stiff

“H-habit! I, uh, I thought you were out”

He tilts his head

And with one long, even stride towards you, he’s suddenly inches from your form

You instinctively step back, but you’re forced still when your back meets the edge of he table

“I was out”

A cruel smirk plays on his lips, knowing fully well he’s caught you red handed

“But you haven’t answer my question,” he continues, “Show me what you have”

He folds his strong arms over his chest and you know you’re screwed

Reluctantly, you bring the blade up

Calloused fingers briefly brush against yours as he takes the hilt from your grasp, and it sends a hot spike of fear and adrenaline down your system

His dark gaze lingers on you for a bit, flickering briefly to your lips, or maybe you just imagine that, before landing on the weapon

He takes his time inspecting it, like he’s watching for any smear or fingerprint you might’ve left on its polished steel

“You like this knife, (y/n)?”

He doesn’t phrase it like a question

When you don’t immediately answer, his stare pierces through you, stealing the breath from your lungs

“I… uhm”

You try to think of a way to get out of this, uncertain if a yes or no is more likely to get you killed

But as he brings the jagged edge to your throat, pushing it into your skin, you grip the ledge behind you and squeak out a pathetic “yes” in response

The corners of his mouth tilt into an amused grin, though his eyes remain as dark and dangerous as ever

Relief washes over you when he finally pulls the blade from your throat

“On the couch. And don’t fucking make me say it twice”

He steps back, finally giving you room to move, and you’ve no choice but to do as he orders

His gaze burns into your back as you do

Your heart pumps wildly in your chest as he follows suit, predator following cornered prey

As you scramble on, you inadvertently try to shrink yourself back against the couch’s armrest, pulling your legs up close to your chest

He chuckles like he has you right where he wants you

And then he’s getting on as well, tugging your ankles to straighten your legs out so he can straddle them, trapping you beneath him for good

The warm weight of him has inexplicable shivers running down your back

He‘s shameless as he leans in and presses the tip of the knife to your collarbone

“You know not to touch what’s on the table, don’t you, rabbit?”

You nod, inhaling sharply as he slowly drags the blade down, not hard enough to cut deep, but just enough to leave a faint, thin scratch against your skin

“So you disobeyed on purpose?” he rumbles, head tilting in question

You swallow thickly, knowing this answer could determine what he does to you—and whether or not you’ll make it to see morning

“N-no”

A sharp cut just below your collarbone has you yelping

You can already feel the warm tingle of skin puffing up as the blood beads to the surface

“You wanna try answering that again?”

He sets the knife just below the cut, a silent promise

“Yes—yes, I-I did it on purpose”

At this response, he hums, content

He leans in unbearably close and presses the flat of his tongue to the cut, and it immediately has your entire body coming to life beneath him, much to your embarrassment

He slowly laps up the faint drips of scarlet with his tongue, the thick pad dragging up your skin, before wrapping his lips around the wound and lightly suckling at your flesh

You try to stay still beneath him, but the urge to squirm and buck your hips is nearly maddening

“That’s what I thought,” he purrs, his voice taking on that split quality, “You should know not to try to lie to me by now, little bunny~”

He brings the knife lower down, the sharp edges hitching on your clothes before the material ever so slowly begins to give way

You swallow back a gasp as the air hits your exposed skin

And then he presses the flat of the blade to your nipples, watching them rouse beneath the cold metal with a dark hunger in his eyes

He licks his lips and you really wish you could feel his mouth on you again, but he holds back

Arousal coils and tightens in your gut, body tense with anticipation as he drags the blade even further

He uses it to pop open the button of your pants and then in one swift motion, he’s tugging them down the expanse of your thighs and below your knees until you’re kicking them off your feet

“I can’t let you get away with disobeying. You know that, don’t you?”

You give a meek nod as he inspects you up and down, taking in the sight of your form before zeroing in on the last piece of cloth covering your sex

His hand cups your mound, feeling you up, taking in the way the muscles in your lower abdomen clench every time he brushes his thumb over your clit

“Open that pretty little mouth of yours”

You don’t need to be told twice, though you’ve no idea what he‘s planning and it’s absolutely terrifying

He flips the knife in his hold like second nature, grasping it loosely by the blade to press the hilt between your lips

You whine as the foreign shape and texture of the handle presses down on your tongue

“Wrap your lips around it, bunny”

With the way he’s looking at you, focusing all his attention on your mouth, you’ve no choice but to obey

It feels big and clunky and out of place, but you still do your best to move around it, even as he slowly pumps it in and out of your inviting opening

You give it an experimental lick, suckling it faintly and toying with it between your lips

But before you know it, he’s pulling it out, still holding it by the blade, and then he’s nudging it between your legs, making what sounds like a faint hum or a husky purr

“H-habit, I—“

You cut yourself off with a gasp as he nudge your panties to the side and grazes your folds with the spit-covered handle of the knife

You squirm at the feeling, legs instinctively about to close shut, but he quickly grasps your ankle with his free hand before they can, shooting you a warning glare

“You gonna take your punishment like a good girl, (y/n)?”

Your face flushes

What choice do you really have?

With a tentative nod, you whisper a meek little “yes” and it has him grinning widely

“Then keep your legs open for me,” he commands, nearly snarling beneath his breath

You let him coat the hilt in the slick puddling between your legs

Every time he slides it up to your clit, you have to force yourself not to buck up or move and squirm too much

He circles the rounded end around your entrance, and you hate the way it has you clenching around nothing in anticipation

You squeeze your eyes shut and dig your fingers into the cushions below you, your muscles seizing and heart pounding in your chest

Much to your surprise, he takes it slow and easy, giving you plenty of time to adjust to the new sensation as he breaches through

It feels hard and solid and has your walls pulsing around it, struggling to take it all in while aching for more to hit deeper

“There we go—that’s not so bad, is it?” he purrs

You bite back a whimper as he slowly pumps the knife in and out of your drenched silk walls

Every time he pushes it in, the hilt drags along your spongy nerve endings and your hips buckle up, quiet mewls and whimpers falling from your parted lips

He grabs your jaw, fingers squishing into your cheeks, and yanks you up closer so your faces are inches apart

“Don’t enjoy your punishment too much, little rabbit~”

Squirm and whimper as you might, you’re helpless to stop him as he digs his fingers into your cheeks and forces your mouth to pop open

Your eyes screw shut with a desperate sound as he spits into your mouth and yanks your jaw shut so you’ve no choice but to swallow

You struggle in his grasp, utterly trapped beneath him, trying to quell the gasps and moans and whines threatening to bubble from your throat

And then in one hard thrust with little to no warning, he slams the hilt into you and you’re helpless to keep quiet

Your back arches as you moan loudly, euphoria seizing every nerve of your body as your muscles tighten so wonderfully

He hits something deep and marvelously addictive inside of you and you need more

With a cruel chuckle, he slams the hilt into you over and over again, soaking up and savoring the way your body shudders with every brutal impact of pure ecstasy

You’re so, so close to cuming, your peak tingling in your body, leaving you a pathetic moaning mess beneath him

“Gonna cum so soon, bunny?” he coos mockingly

You can’t even find it in you to answer coherently, your peak looming over you and threatening to take command of your body

And just as your muscles are about to cease in that familiar rush of building ecstasy, he pulls away, leaving you painfully empty and without any stimulus to cum 

“H-habit—“

Your hips buckle uselessly, trying to chase a high that won’t come

“You didn’t think I’d let you off that easily after disobeying, did you?”

He brings the knife up for both of you to watch your slick glisten off the handle

And then he brings his mouth to it and licks it in one long stripe of the flat of his tongue

You feel your face heat up and squirm, looking away, when the edge of the cool blade is pressed to your throat

Panic seizes your veins

“Look at me”

Your gaze darts back to meet him as he presses it harder into your neck

“Say ahh~”

You let your tongue out of your mouth, lips parting open, a faint “ah” sound emitting from your throat

You can still taste yourself in his saliva as he spits into your mouth again, and you quickly swallow with a gasp as he presses a shallow cut to your collarbone

“Don’t fool yourself into thinking your punishment’s over just yet, little bunny. We have the whole night ahead of us~”

[dilucshighponytail]

STRESSED - Fyodor x reader (M)

repost from my ao3 (chuuyari)

18+, blow jobs, mention of sex

word count: 1.9k 

"Ah Y/N, You didn't bring me tea?" Whined Nikolai, head resting in his gloved palm. A pout adorned his features, nose scrunched in disappointment, making you giggle. "Sorry Niko, next time I promise." His scowl transformed into a grin at the nickname, hands clasping together, a jolly laugh echoing in the room. He seemed utterly  pleased with your answer, his previous disappointment disappearing in the flash of an eye. Holding two cups in your hands, you enjoyed their momentarily warmth settling yours on a table nearby. Nikolai's chatter filled the room, as he discussed the DoA’s next moves with Sigma. As for your lover Fyodor, he sat in front of his computer, entranced by the screens. Speaking of him, The man raised an eyebrow wondering why you held a second cup of tea, lavender irises eyeing you up and down, before going back to work. This pile of work seemed to have no end, and it was really starting to get to him. His long fingers quickly jolted on the keyboard, writing a series of codes that seemed like utter nonsense to you. He got cut out of his train of thoughts as you dropped the other cup of  warm tea next to him. Oh? So that was why you carried a second cup, it was for him. He nodded in your direction "Thank you milaya" His voice dripped with something as sweet as honey, a tone he only used when talking to you. 

A soft blush erupted on your cheeks at his boldness considering that they were far from being alone in the room. Fyodor's words instantly made the clown grin, as he got a mischievous idea, elbowing the other man. "Ay Dos we'll head out for a bit to grab some food" He exclaimed, getting up to stretch. Fingers reaching for the ceiling he looked at you, winking "want something to eat Y/N, Dos?" You grinned, obviously pleased with his question. Shooting him your order with not an ounce of hesitation, he nodded "Your wish is my command" before averting his gaze to Fyodor who stood there pensively, a hand rubbing his chin. "Nothing for me, thank you I already have food." 

And with that Sigma and Nikolai exited, waving you guys off. There was only you and Fyodor left, the sound of classical music fillIng the whole space, as you walked behind your lover, hands dropping on his stiff shoulders. He flinched at first, eyes darting away from the multiple screens as if reminded that you were still in the room with him. He was clearly overworking himself, spending his days planning the DoA's next moves, his tiredness seeping through his handsome features. His beautiful irises strained after being in contact with the numerous screens for so long. You just desired to be good to him, your fingers gently scratching the base of his neck, playing with his luscious locks. The man almost purred beneath your touch, as you felt him relax and lean back against your abdomen. His eyes were closed, as if delightful enveloped in this moment with you. 

Your gaze loomed over him, leaning down to brush a soft kiss against the shell of his ear. The reaction was immediate, a shiver ran through him, as he spun his chair around. His lilac gaze met yours, a swirl of lust twinkling within them "You're playing a dangerous game moya Lyubov" He smirked, large hands coming to pat his laps inviting you to straddle him.  You wasted no time in obliging, making sure that your core rubbed against his semi-erect member in the process. You blushed, your delicate hand coming to caress some hair away from his cheek. You could feel him harden at each passing second, just from your touch.  "All that from just a kiss Fyo?" You teased, voice barely above a whisper. Usually, you'd be afraid of the mere punishment you'd get from teasing him, but it seemed that today your lover was too tired to retort back, irises just melting into yours. 

"I'm afraid this is the power you have over me" He purred, letting his forehead rest against yours. His eyes closed in the sheer delight at the proximity of your being. He enjoyed your company thoroughly, always treating you like the royalty you were to his eye. You were the one singularity, the one exception. He cared so deeply for you that it sometimes scared him. 

You took your time to gaze at his feature, thumb rubbing soothing patterns on his cheeks. You knew that he had a lot of work to do, and were thankful for every second he accorded you nonetheless. Slowly leaning closer, you captured his lips with yours. Your lashes fluttered shut, tilting your head to the side savoring the moment fully. Fyodor's eyes opened at your sudden kiss, feeling all of his worries and stress melt away. Gazing lovingly at you, a groan escaped his throat, deepening the kiss tenfold. Humming you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach at the sounds your lover emitted. His tongue delving into your mouth, parting your lips, he smelled heavenly, his scent intoxicating your every pore. Tangling your hands into his dark hair you brought him closer, rubbing your core against his, eliciting a soft moan from Fyodor. 

"Y/N-" He broke away from the kiss, half-lidded eyes gazing at you from under his thick lashes. His voice sounded like a warning, a warning telling you that he wouldn't be able to hold back if you kept going. However, you had no intention of stopping, you needed him as badly as he needed you.

At that moment, you knew exactly what you wanted to do. Dropping on your knees, your delicate hands settled on his thighs spreading them apart. You nestled in between them, now under his desk. A huge smirk covered his feature, head tilted to the side: "Oh is someone that eager to take my cock?" He purred violet eyes glued to you. You winked quickly making work of his pants dragging them down to his knees. " Of course Fyo, I just wanna be good to you-" you paused, your finger dragging along his now rock hard member. "Only to you" God that was the perfect answer, his member twitched at the sheer words you used, the power you had on him completely apparent. "That's my darling," he whispered, voice dripping with lust. One of his hand dropped to your cheek, caressing it before muttering in a low tone: "Now put that mouth to good use Milaya" 

You didn't need to be told twice, lowering his underwear in one go. Saying that Fyodor was hard was an understatement, as his cock bounced up hitting his abdomen. A bead of precum oozed from the tip, which was rosy ish considering it had been a long time since you both had private time together. Fyodor arbored no desire into jerking off when he had you instead, to him, you were utmost perfection. Wasting such time to jerk off when he could be ravishing you instead  was foolish. Tongue darting out to wet your lips, your hand reached grabbing his cock  at the base giving it a slight squeeze. It wasn't long until Fyodor’s fingers were buried into your locks, pressing you eagerly toward his leaking member. He was so worked up from just mere kisses, but he felt no shame in it. He knew that seeing him aroused, was a huge turn on for you as well. Lashes fluttering closed he leaned back against the chair, a soft moan escaping his parted lips. 

Violet irises covered by a thin veil of lust, he let himself be consumed by pleasure feeling your tongue slowly trace his member. Starting at the base, you made sure to apply just the right amount of pleasure to drive him insane, up until his leaking tip. Fyodor’s cock was way above average, both in girth and length, making your insides flutter at the mere thoughts of it buried deep inside you. 

“Milaya-” He whispered, breath coming in short puffs, lilac gaze meeting yours. You felt that his patience was at its limit, the pet name sounding almost menacing. 

“Didn’t I just tell you to put that mouth to good use?” He purred lowly, long slender fingers grasping your locks tighter. You couldn’t help but comply, as he forcefully pulled you closer to his cock, whispering : “ or i’ll have to punish you” 

You shivered at the mere thoughts, recalling all the previous punishments Fyo made you endure. All those restless nights of him drilling into you, never giving you the release you oh so greatly desired. All these hours spent edging you into the perfect orgasm that he’d only end up denying you, whispering sweet Russian names and slurs to you all night. Memories of his tongue darting out to lick the shell of your ear, teeth biting and pulling at the skin until you’d be a moaning mess, writhing underneath him. 

Finally wrapping your lips around his member, a low groan escaped his throat “That’s it moya lyubov, you’re taking my cock so well.” Moans filled the room as your tongue swirled around the tip, tasting his precum, delicate hands wrapping around what couldn’t fit in your mouth. You eagerly started to pump him, eliciting even more mewls and moans from the man. 

A particular growl escaped his lips  as your velvety muscle traced along the vein on the back of his cock. You knew Fyodor’s most sensitive spot was that particular area, taking your time to lap and coat it with your spit, giving it special care.  Lifting your gaze to take a look at the man moaning above you, you were met with possibly the most lustful sight of your life: 

 Fyodor’s eyes were half lidded, pupils dilated a thin veil of lust covering his irises. The soft shade of violet you always oh so adored to gaze into was replaced by his blown-out irises which indicated that the man could turn the tables and start ravaging you at any moment. A soft pinkish blush covered his cheeks, lips parted. He seemed to have been biting on them throughout your ministrations as a droplet of blood was smeared on his lower lips. The sight made you moan, the vibrations eliciting yet another sinful moan from the man above you. He absolutely loved seeing you on your knees in front of him, worshipping his cock. 

Long fingers lifted you away from his rock hard member. Taking this opportunity to have a breather, a thin string of saliva connecting your tongue to his dick, your gaze locked with his again. He eyed you, the mere sight in front of him enough to make him lose his mind. “Breath my darling” He whispered, out of breath, beads of precum leaking down his cock. As much as he loved being rough with you, you were the utmost precious thing in this world he could not afford to hurt.

“I just want to be good to you Fyodor” you purred your hands slowly starting to move around his cock, focusing on the leaking reddish tip. He shuddered, half-lidded eyes never breaking away from your form. Large hand grasping yours, he turned you over flipping you on your stomach over his desk. 

Digits roaming over your rear, he swiftly slipped his fingers under the waistband of your pant slowly dragging it down, exposing your black lace panties.

“Now then, how about I show you how heaven feels like Milaya?”

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Someone requested Naruto’s first time eating cup-ramen foreeever ago. I reserve the right to edit this lmaoo

—

“You are responsible for feeding yourself from now on. Do you understand? Guards will no longer come to fill your fridge. Do you still have the key I gave to you?”

Naruto blinked up at the third hokage from his spot atop the kitchen counter. Only when he saw the man’s eyebrows draw together in frustration did Naruto remembered to nod emphatically at him in response to his question.

But what did that mean? He only had milk in his fridge...

“Good. There is a shop not far from here where you can go to buy groceries. Here is your monthly allowance.”

Naruto jumped as the taller man thrust his arm out toward him, holding out a handful of notes for Naruto to take.

“Spend it wisely.” The third nodded minutely as Naruto took the money from his grasp. He glanced briefly around the small apartment in the silence that followed. He kicked a crayon at his feet.

“Clean this place up, would you?”

And with that the third left his apartment, neglecting to lock the door behind him. Naruto guessed that was his job now. To make sure he clicked his door if he wasn’t planning on leaving the apartment that day.

He looked down at the notes in his hand for a long time. He’d never been given this...allowance before.

He glanced to the right at his nearly empty fridge.

He thought it was strange that the third had mentioned the guards “filling his fridge.”

It had never seemed full to Naruto.

He was sick of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, though. If he never had to bite into another mushed up peanut again he wouldn’t complain. Maybe this would be...cool?

He wondered what kind of things he could buy to eat. And where was this “shop” that the third had mentioned?

He hopped down from his spot on the counter and walked over to his tattered sandels where they lay by the entrance to his apartment.

Naruto noticed that everyone seemed to wear shoes when they were outside and, besides, he didn’t particularly like the way rocks dug into his heels, so he quickly learned that shoes were an absolute necessity if he was leaving his cold room in favor of the wide and open outside.

He reached for the doorknob but jerked back when he realized he didn’t have his key. He ran abruptly over to his unmade bed and plucked the weirdly shaped metal piece off of his pillow.

Upon reproaching the door he took a deep breath, as he always did, and twisted the knob open.

He had run into a few other people (including the old woman from his first adventure outside) on quite a few occasions over the months he’d been permitted to leave his apartment. None of them seemed like friend-material, though, sad as Naruto was to admit it.

They all reacted in a similar way, seeming shocked at Naruto’s presence, only to quickly follow up their surprise with worry or disgust; no one staying for longer than a minute before turning heel and nearly running in the opposite direction.

Naruto even tried to strike up a conversation with a few of them, but no one was interested in anything he had to say. He was just happy when they didn’t spit on him at this point. He shuddered at that particular memory.

He sighed out a breath of relief when the hallway outside of his door was totally empty this time around. He figured he was better off traveling alone than somehow scaring off anyone he happened to see. He didn’t want to upset anyone, he knew better than anyone that the outside world was a scary place.

He wished he could make them see that he was no one to be afraid of.

Naruto shrugged off the thought as he made his way toward the now familiar set of stone stairs that led him out of his apartment complex.

He pocketed the key and gripped his allowance tighter in his tiny fist.

Somehow the two items felt equally as important, and he didn’t want to lose either one.

He figured that any “shop” with food for him to buy would probably not be near the forest or the river (which he often favored over the more crowded area of buildings and people.)

He swallowed down his nerves and walked toward the stone path that lead toward the cacophony of bland colored buildings full of people that probably wouldn’t want to talk to him.

He tried not to notice the ugly looks thrown his way as he walked.

Why did everyone hate him?

He shook his head, trying not to dwell on those thoughts and instead trying to savor the warmth of sunlight on his skin.

He opened his eyes (when had they slipped closed?) and noticed a taller woman exiting a nearby building with a bag in each hand, one of which had something sticking out of the top-

Bread!

The guards had always brought Naruto a loaf of bread! That must be one of the shops that the third had mentioned! (Bread shop!)

He bee-lined for the store in question which had a sign reading “Quick Mart” just above its entrance.

He felt a gush of air as he entered the building and froze in the doorway. He could only see one other person in the building aside from the person behind the desk toward the front.

The older woman seemed to be passing her items to the man behind the counter. Naruto watched aptly as the woman in question passed each item to the man who was clad in a bright blue apron.

Naruto’s breath caught in his throat when the woman passed what he assumed was her own allowance over to the man behind the counter.

He noted the information for future reference and cast his gaze toward his feet as the woman passed by him on her way out of the store.

He felt his cheeks heat up as he walked further into the shop. Bread. He could find bread. That was a start.

Five dollars??

He only had....30!

He leaned up onto his tippy toes and grabbed the bag of bread anyway, not knowing what else to do.

He wandered the isle until he found jelly as well, cursing himself for buying the same thing that the guards always bought for him.

The jelly was only three dollars but...

He shuddered.

He was so tired of peanut butter and jelly.

He shoved the jar of sickly sweet paste back onto the shelf along with the bread he had grabbed earlier, not caring that it was out of place among the colorful glass jars.

He could buy anything he wanted now! Being outside always brought new things into his life. It’s what he loved the most about it! He refused to buy the same thing he had always been given.

He fidgeted nervously as he glanced at different items on their shelves. Anchovies?? Olives?? What the heck was that?? And why did they want almost a quarter of his allowance for such a tiny jar...

He turned a corner sharply and gasped at the sign that laid directly in his line of vision.

$1.00

Naruto had that. He definitely had that. Thirty of that.

There were like, thirty days in a month.

Perfect.

He grabbed as many of the little styrofoam square containers as he could, piling them high in his arms before realizing he couldn’t possibly hold thirty of them.

He hurried over to the counter near the front of the shop with his bounty, dropping three or four of the identical items behind him in the process.

“I’ll be right back!” He shouted at the man behind the counter, probably louder than necessary.

He didn’t bother reading the man’s expression as he quickly turned on his heel and ran back toward the isle he had come from.

The plastic squished uncomfortably against the bare skin of his arms as he cradled them once more, but he paid the feeling little attention as he trudged toward the front of the store once again.

“I have thirty dollars!” He yelled once again, throwing the remaining containers up onto the counter before him.

“......do you need a bag.”

It didn’t really sound like a question but Naruto cocked his head to the side in response anyway.

The man behind the counter held up a thin piece of plastic with handles, expression as bored as ever.

“To carry everything?” The words were unimpressed as the man glanced behind Naruto at the containers of food the younger boy had dropped in his excitement.

Naruto let his jaw drop open. Who knew it would be that easy??

“Yeah! That’d be awesome, ykno?”

“It’ll be ten cents.”

“Oh, uh- I don’t-“

“I’ll just take it out of your total.”

Naruto shifted his weight at the words, not totally understanding the situation but hoping it wouldn’t cost him any of his bounty.

He watched nervously as the man scanned item after item, neglecting to place a good portion of them into the bag.

“You said you have thirty dollars?”

“I-I think so!” Naruto thrust the notes toward the man just as the third had done to him.

The man took the notes from him, seeming to avoid touching Naruto’s skin as he did so.

A few awkward moments later and Naruto was leaving the shop with two bags full of what he was hoping would be enough to last him the next thirty days.

He delights in the fact that the bags are not too heavy as he carries them back to his apartment.

He’s pocketed cool rocks that were heavier than this!

And, trust him, you could not eat rocks. This was already turning out to be a great trip outside.

He skipped the final steps toward his complex and trudged triumphantly up the stone steps.

He leaned one bag against the wall as he unlocked his door and happily scooped it up as he made his way inside.

He glanced at his refrigerator briefly.

He still had milk in there, it was only two months old.

Naruto didn’t think he needed to refrigerate the things he’d just purchased, so his milk wouldn’t need to be thrown out or anything. Not that there wasn’t more than enough room anyway.

He tossed the bags down haphazardly against the counter of his kitchen and eagerly plucked one of the styrofoam containers out of the bag.

He looked at the images on the container. He couldn’t understand what the words were trying to tell him, but he saw a picture of a microwave and water. He could work with that.

He haphazardly tore the plastic and cardboard from the styrofoam cup and let them fall gracelessly to the floor of his kitchen.

He set the cup down on the counter and let out a shuddering breath. Why was he nervous? He had a bunch of these cups, surely if he messed one up he could simply try again until he got it right.

But he should take his shoes off first, yeah.

He kicked the shoes in question off toward the door unceremoniously before turning back toward the counter.

.....maybe he should clean the place up first, like the third had said.

Nearly an hour passed as Naruto picked up his few scattered possessions. He may have gotten distracted by his art supply box, though. He wanted to draw the man from the shop that he’d visited. If Naruto couldn’t talk to anyone, then he could at least draw them- so he would remember them! Plus, he was always looking for an excuse to use his favorite blue crayon. He vaguely wondered if he could buy one of those bright blue aprons that the man wore.

His scribbling was interrupted by the rumbling of his stomach and he froze. He mechanically set the crayon back inside its box.

He tried to channel his nervousness into excitement over his new food options.

Well....option.

He left his drawing and supplies as a mess on the floor behind him (he’d cleaned enough anyway.)

He was grateful that the little styrofoam cups he’d purchased had pictures on them- he neglected to check the directions before he purchased them all, but thankfully he could understand pictures well enough.

He peeled back the top of the cup about half way and peered inside.

What the heck was that?

There were little yellow, green and orange bits inside the cup.

He picked one of the orange bits out and popped it into his mouth.

His face scrunched up instinctively. It wasn’t bad necessarily, it was just...bluh. Nothing special. He appreciated the new texture it brought to him, but he hoped it would be better once he followed the picture’s instructions.

He walked over to his sink, struggling to reach the handles to turn on the water from his place well below the counter. He often hopped up onto the counter to turn the water on, but he’d recently been just barely able to turn it on if he stood on his tippy toes...and lifted one foot...and hopped a little.

The cup quickly overflowed with water and he panicked, jerking it away from the aggressive stream before any of the bits inside had the chance to spill out.

He placed the brimming cup on the counter and hopped in place until he could effectively turn the faucet off.

With a relieved breath he slumped his shoulders, vaguely wishing (once again) that he was taller, before shrugging off his initial panic in favor of returning his attention to the cup of..noodles.

He noted the little indent on the inside of the cup that he assumed was the “fill line” which was indicated in the drawing.

He dumped out some of the water, using his fingers to hold back the dry yet colorful bits as he did so.

Once the water lie just above the line he nodded successfully to himself, pleased with his work.

The microwave was an entirely other journey. He definitely had to jump up onto the counter to reach that thing.

He’d only used it once before, when one of the guards (he had spiky brown hair and a scar on his face) had brought him a bag of microwaveable “popcorn.”

Naruto took careful note of the cup of water and dry food in front of him as he climbed onto the counter with a hop.

He stood barefoot atop the countertop, reaching for the microwave and opening it with ease. He glanced down and grabbed the styrofoam with both hands, reverently placing it on the center of the tray within the tiny compartment that was his microwave.

He swiveled the container so that it’s directional pictures faced him from inside the microwave and he saw the number “4:00” followed by the word “minutes.”

Naruto wasn’t very well versed in reading, but he had caught on rather quickly to numbers, seeing as they dictated how many hours of sunlight he was allowed within a day.

He pushed the number 4 followed by two zeroes on the machine before him, following the actions that the guard had taken on that one day so long ago, with the popcorn.

He missed that guard. He wondered where they had gone since then, seeing as he’d never seen them again.

He pressed the big circular button toward the bottom of the machine which he’d learnt made it start and jumped slightly at the glowing light from within that subsequently sprang to life before him, spinning his noodles around on its little plastic tray within.

Naruto leant onto his knees from his spot atop the counter, staring into the microwave behind the black dots that obscured his view.

He watched his new purchase spin around and around for the entire four minutes- never once noticing an outside noise. His apartment had always been disturbingly silent.

Before the second beep had its chance to disrupt his silence Naruto had jammed his fist into the large button near the bottom of the microwave.

Steam erupted from the tiny styrofoam cup before him and Naruto felt his jaw go slack at the sight.

Was that normal? Had he done it right?

He reached into the small compartment and grabbed the styrofoam cup. It was warm to the touch.

Naruto was careful not to spill its contents now, scared that he would somehow disrupt the cooking process, or whatever magic was going on inside its malleable confines.

He placed it on the counter before him and lifted the paper lid back, jumping slightly as more steam broke loose.

Peering inside Naruto noticed that the contents remained mostly the same as before he had “cooked” them.

He went to prod at the stiff mass submerged within the steaming water and yelped as the hot water scorched his fingertip.

Pouting, Naruto looked around him. How was he supposed to eat something that he couldn’t touch??

He nearly cried at the thought of wasting his allowance. The third would be so disappointed in him.

—

Hours had passed and Naruto had all but chalked up his recent purchases up to a major failure. Maybe he could give the rest of his useless styrofoam cups away to his new friends? (Well, the weren’t his friends yet, but maybe they would be if he offered them his useless noodles?) it seemed sad to even consider.

He had scrapped his drawing of the blue-apron-man as well- the memory only serving to remind him of his bitter failure. All creative inspiration left him and he’s spent the past several hours watching the sun make its way across the sky from his singular window.

His stomach churned angrily at him. How could he be so bold as to buy so many of the same useless thing? He dreaded his next meeting with the third.

Feeling numb, he approached the kitchen counter once more.

He gazed skeptically at the now-cold cup of “noodles.”

He managed to jump up onto the counter with what little strength he had left and stared longingly at the traitorous cup.

The lifeless colorful nuns within the cup called to him uselessly and Naruto dared to prod at the stiff lump that had expanded marginally below the water line.

He could touch it without pain, now, at least.

A small sliver of hope thrummed within his chest.

He pinched a section of the cold, wet noodles between his fingers experimentally.

Dull excitement sparked within him as he raised his wet fingers to his lips and tongued the damp frills of starch.

Oh.

Oh!! Oh yes

Naruto eagerly shoved his tiny fist back into the cold liquid and grasped a full hand of noodles this time, spilling the yellow liquid onto the counter in his haste and all but hitting himself in the mouth with his excitement.

There was so much flavor! It was cold, but exciting! Unlike anything he’d had before- oh yes-

He greedily scarfed down all of the damp, soggy noodles, all from his place atop the counter of his kitchen.

Yes

It wasn’t a waste! He hadn’t failed after all! He felt his stomach sing as he raised the cup to his lips and drained the rest of its contents into his mouth.

Before he could even process his success he had emptied the cup.

It worked.

He was suddenly so thrilled that he had used all of his allowance to buy more of this.

He was determined to try it before it had cooled completely next time.

Oh yeah, he could get used to this.

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34

Thanks for the ask! This prompt is from this list, and this particular one is “A kiss to pretend,” so without further ado…

Kisses and Lies

“Oh shoot, I think they’ve spotted us!” Kairi said as she anxiously glanced over Sora’s shoulder at the men in uniform behind him. They were supposed to be tracking these guys undetected through this mall, but apparently their cover was blown. 

Sora quickly looked around to see if there was anywhere they could hide. A cart? A bush? Anything?

Kairi had a more immediate solution in mind. She grabbed his face and said, “Quick, kiss me!”

A confused, “Kairi, wha—” came out of his mouth before she managed to cut him off, smooshing his lips against hers. His arms hung dumbly at his sides while she wove a hand into his hair and did her best to devour his lower lip.

She broke away long enough to hiss, “Sora, don’t just stand there, kiss me back!”

“Er, sorry—”

He was used to fighting Heartless and stuff, not going on undercover missions. But if this would throw the local guards off from noticing they were here, well… 

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, then joined their lips together once more. This kiss was much more successful than the first attempt, probably because he hadn’t been taken off guard this time. Memories of warm summer evenings spent on the Play Island together filled his mind, and he let his eyes flutter shut as he lost himself to the kiss. It wasn’t like Kairi was doing anything to stop it, either. She was letting the kiss go on and on and on in a way that would’ve scandalized all their friends back home. Maybe this meant… maybe this meant she still—

She pulled away and glanced behind them. “All clear,” she whispered, then blushed as she realized there was still a strand of spit connecting their mouths together. She quickly wiped her mouth and cleared her throat, as if that could wipe away what had just happened between them. 

“Sorry for springing that on you,” she said with a sheepish smile, “I kinda panicked and didn’t know what else to do. At least it worked though, right?”

“Oh, um, yeah,” he said. “No one wants to watch two people making out. Good thinking, Kairi.” 

He turned away from her for a moment to get it together. Of course that kiss didn’t mean anything. Kairi was serious about this mission, and the kiss was just one step along the way to successfully completing it. It was a distraction, a diversion to throw the guards off their trail.

Too bad it had distracted him too. 

“Sora? You okay?” she said, and even without looking he could picture the concerned look on her face. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied as he adjusted the baseball cap on his head and straightened his jacket. 

The truth was, he was anything but fine. That kiss had awakened old feelings in him, feelings he thought had been dealt with a long time ago. Before he and Kairi were assigned on this mission together, the painful fog that had clouded his thoughts and memories had finally started to lift, but now—  

“I’m sorry, that was out of line,” she said. “Very unprofessional. My brain just… blanked, and that was the first thing that popped into my head.”

He plastered on a smile and faced her. “It’s okay, really. We needed to keep our cover intact, and now the mission can continue. No harm, no foul.”  

“If you say so,” she said as she chewed her lip. “I know… our breakup was really hard on you—”

Sora really wished she would drop it. The less he thought about how she’d chosen to break up with him, the better. So much for the paopu fruit keeping them together forever. He hadn’t tried using One Heart, the most powerful magic he and Kairi were capable of, since the night of their breakup, either. The last thing the worlds needed was another one-winged angel. 

“What’s in the past is in the past,” he said. “We don’t have to talk about what happened. It’s all behind us.”

He started walking towards the food court, and she followed after him. She had to walk quickly to keep up with his long strides, and he hoped that meant she wouldn’t try to talk.

No such luck.

“But that’s the thing,” she said, her voice low. “We didn’t really talk about it at all. You just… ran off the next day, and I didn’t get to see you for months.”

“That was the point,” he muttered. “It’s what happens with a breakup, Kairi. You stop seeing the person you were seeing so you can both get over it more easily.” 

“Did it work?”

He sighed. “You tell me.” 

She dropped the subject after that, thankfully, and he figured now was as good a time as any to eat.

“Here,” he said as he handed her enough munny to get herself lunch. “Get whatever you want. I’ll meet you at that table over there in ten.” 

“Okay.”

He watched as she made her way over to a restaurant that served Chinese takeout and sighed. Even with her hood pulled over her hair and her arms stuffed in her pockets, she still looked great. 

Curse his brain for trying to make him as miserable as possible. And no fair that she’d gone to the exact restaurant he’d had his eyes on. Oh well. Guess he’d have to try the Greek place, that looked pretty good. Some of the stuff on the menu even reminded him of the food on Herc’s world, and the line wasn’t too bad. 

When she joined him again, he was about halfway through his kofta and rice. She opened up her white takeout box and attacked the rice and stir-fry inside with her chopsticks, eating gracefully despite how hungry she must be. 

“That looks really good,” she said in between bites as she glanced at his food. 

“It is,” he said. “It’s similar to the stuff on Herc’s world.” 

“May I try it?”

“Sure.” 

He watched as she deftly snatched a piece of the kofta from his fork and savored it, her eyes fluttering shut as she enjoyed its taste. It reminded him of all the food they’d shared on dates, of how much he’d enjoyed giving her new things to try. 

“Wow, that really is good,” she said with a smile. “Thanks for sharing.” 

“Glad you like it.”

She was silent for a few moments, then said. “Sora, listen—”

He shot her a warning look. “If this is about earlier—”

“I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” 

He grabbed his napkin and wiped his mouth. “Really, it’s fine. It was just a fake kiss. Just pretend. We’re both on the same page about that, so there’s nothing to worry about or apologize for.”

Her shoulders slumped and her head drooped a little despite his reassurance. Her eyes were fixed on her plate, too. 

“Yes, of course,” she said. “I just wanted to make sure you… felt the same way I did about it.” 

“No worries there,” he said, plastering a smile back on his face. “That kiss meant as little to me as it did to you.” 

Her head drooped a little more. “I see.” 

“Now,” he said, ignoring the uneasy feeling in his gut and pulling out his Gummiphone, “let’s talk strategy.” 

She was still staring at her plate like it held the answers to the universe. Time to try a different approach. 

“If we put our heads together, Kairi, this mission will be a success before we know it.”  

She lifted her head. “You really think so?”

“Yeah, of course. We work pretty well together.” He smiled sadly. “That much hasn’t changed.”

The sooner they got this over with, the sooner Sora wouldn’t have to be around her anymore. And yet… a stupid part of him wanted to be with her. The old, foolish Sora that wouldn’t let go of her. But another part of him didn’t want to be with her, the newer, wiser Sora that was better at not getting his heart broken.  

Why were feelings so complicated? Following his heart had never been an issue before, but now his heart was pulling him in about ten different directions, and he didn’t know what the right direction was. 

She nodded. “You’re right, we do work well together. It’s no wonder we got paired together for this mission.”

Sora still felt like cursing Master Yen Sid for coming up with this idea, but now that Kairi’s smile had returned, his anger and frustration was dissipating a little. Curse her smile for having that effect on him still. As much as he hated to admit it, that kiss had been anything but pretend for him. It didn’t matter what lies he told Kairi or himself. A small part of him still cared for her. 

No, that was a lie too. The part of his heart that still loved her was anything but small, and their kiss had made that blindingly obvious. Sora, local idiot and laughingstock of happily partnered people everywhere, was still desperately in love with Kairi, his ex-girlfriend of over a year who had willingly broken up with him. And knowing his luck, which was about the worst of anyone he’d ever met, she would figure it out soon too. 

No, that was another lie. As she looked into his eyes and smiled, he knew she already knew. 

Curse his eyes for being an open book. Curse his face for being so terrible at hiding his feelings. Curse his heart for still being in love with someone who was no longer in love with him. He could only hope she would keep things professional. For that, he would pretend for as long as he needed to. 

And maybe, just maybe, it would stop being pretend for her. Maybe it would become real, like the fake smile on his face that was quickly becoming genuine in response to her smile, like the hearts he’d willed back into existence when everyone else had given up hope they’d be saved. Maybe there was more truth to her smile and to the sparkle in her eyes than she was letting on. And if experience had taught him anything, it was that even lies revealed something of the truth. 

That was the best thing about make-believe. If they pretended long enough, maybe, just maybe, they might get their storybook ending and happily-ever-after in the end. It was no guarantee, and yet… maybe the legend of the paopu fruit wasn’t wrong, after all. 

Whether it was a lie or the truth, Sora would allow himself to believe in it again. And maybe with time, Kairi would too. 

[francesderwent]

Morbid Curiosity, a delena fic an east of the sun west of the moon AU previous chapter // first chapter //

chapter four:

Despite everything, the first full day passed. Elena organized her wardrobe, shelved half of the books lying about, and made sure there were lights easily reachable on every surface.  She wandered down to the kitchen an hour past midday and scrounged up a few rolls and a chunk of hard cheese, which she took back up to her room.  She ate one-handed while she swept the floor.  The monster appeared hours later, wordlessly handed her a pile of linens and backed out again; on top of the extra blankets, he’d found her a couple of felt, long-sleeved nightgowns.  One of them was tartan, the other was flowered and had a knobbly little rose on the neck; both of them were horrible.  But there was also a dressing gown, which was long and soft and a pretty gray-blue.  It was the dressing gown that persuaded her to go down to dinner.  He pulled out her chair for her again as if they hadn’t been fighting and he hadn’t had any doubt that she’d come, and then they sat across from one another, and neither of them apologized.  He asked politely about her day, and she told him what she’d accomplished in her room, skating over the bits about the candles and matches.  He nodded, and stared at his plate.  Finally she lit on the idea to ask what he’d been reading, and he obligingly told her the title and author, and added helpfully, “It’s a novel.”

Then there was nothing to do but go to bed.

She’d intended to stay up to see what happened, but the sleeplessness of the night before caught up with her and she dropped off before she’d even heard the clock chime ten, and didn’t wake up until her floor creaked.  She bit back a groan, rolled out of bed, and reached for the candle and matches at her bedside – gone.

She wanted to be surprised, but found that she wasn’t, very.

“Have it your way,” she said to the dark room, and stumbled over to the pile of blankets and pillows that she’d arranged on the floor earlier and collapsed into it.  The bed creaked as her ghost settled in; he let out a deep sigh.  “You’re welcome to it,” she mumbled, “just stay over there.” He didn’t show any signs of doing otherwise, and so after a tense half-hour, she fell back to sleep.  Every noise from the bed made her stir uneasily, but for the most part the sleeper was as silent as he was unseen.

He was certainly quiet as he left, for when she awoke the next morning the bed was again empty.  She eyed it with no small amount of resentment, for her back was still stiff, but thought that if this was the price that must be paid, the catch in the curse of a year and a day, then maybe it wasn’t completely unsustainable.  She didn’t suppose that the sleeper was a problem tied to the particular room and not a problem tied to her, so that it could be solved as easily as moving rooms, but maybe she could pull the mattress off one of the other beds and keep it on the floor of her room without being bothered.  She’d find a way to make it livable.

She wandered down the stairs in significantly less of a snit than she had the previous morning, tying her dressing gown around her waist and steeling herself for conversation.

The monster had again arisen before her, and was again only half-dressed.  He gulped down the rest of the liquid in his glass when he saw her coming.  “May I wish you a good morning?” he asked.

“You don’t have to be glib,” she answered primly.  “Do you mind if I join you for breakfast?”

“Toast and eggs today.”

“Lovely.”  She pulled out her own chair and went about selecting two pieces of lightly-brown toast and scraping more butter onto them than she would have allowed herself at home.  Her breakfast companion passed her a small jar of jam, and uncovered a frying pan and served her two eggs.  The eggs were still warm, and the bread had a faint taste of honey beneath the blackberry jam.  All in all it made her slightly wonder what she’d missed with the previous morning’s oatmeal.  She turned her coffee cup rightways up in its saucer, and murmured a polite request for coffee.  The monster blinked at her, and after an odd pause, passed her the carafe beside him and a little pitcher of cream.  She filled up her cup and held it in both hands, savoring the warmth.

Then she saw that behind where the carafe had been a moment before, the glass that she’d assumed had been filled with whiskey before he finished it, was actually stained a dark red color by a thick liquid that clung to its sides.  She replaced her cup in its saucer with shaking hands.  She’d known, of course, what sort of creature he was.  But somehow she hadn’t imagined he was drinking blood here, in this fine house with her so near.  Her newly-won feeling of safety wavered, and when she automatically took another bite of egg, it tasted rubbery.  

He’d tried to hide it.  Why?  Surely not to make her feel safe, when he’d been all but completely pitiless when it came to her feelings the previous day.  A horrible thought conjured itself: the brief minutes she had slept, both of the last two nights.  And she was always asleep when the mystery figure entered, and always asleep when he left – was that a part of the rules of the curse?  Would she fall asleep no matter what?  What could be happening while she was trapped in unconsciousness?

Was this why she was here?  Chosen for a year and a day of having her blood drained from her veins while she slept so that a monster could drink it over toast and eggs – which, naturally, he wasn’t eating?  

She placed her fork on the edge of her plate and rose to her feet.  “Excuse me,” she said, as calmly as she could.  He looked like he wanted to say something, but she didn’t wait to hear what it was.

Up in her room, she shut herself in her washroom and wedged the table under the doorknob again.  Then with shaking hands she took off her dressing gown, faced herself in the mirror, and checked her neck for bite marks.

There were none.  It was a relief, but she was far from wholly reassured.

She dragged the table back from the door and stepped back out into her bedroom, and contemplated for the first time whether she needed to break one of the wooden chairs or tables and make a stake out of it.  It felt like it would have been declaring war, so she settled for picking up the broom and carrying it casually tucked through her elbow as she went back down the stairs.

She was going to find the cellar.

At first the only thing she discovered was exactly how easy it would be for another person to be lurking somewhere without her knowing about them.  The house was labyrinthine; by the time she moved from one wing to another, one floor to the next, someone with an interest in avoiding her could easily have slipped out of one of the many connecting doors without being seen.  She didn’t even cross paths with her host, whom she knew was somewhere to be found. 

When she did, finally, find the stairs to the lowest level, it was an hour later and her nerves were hopelessly frayed from opening door after door expecting something to jump out, be it a monster she didn’t know or the one she did.  She didn’t even know which would be worse.

The hallway through the cellar was narrow, and of course it smelled even mustier and danker than the upper levels of the home.  She peered into side rooms – one of them had bars on the door, one of them was incongruously filled with plants.  She couldn’t imagine why her host would have said she wouldn’t find the cellar comfortable – she didn’t, but she wasn’t comfortable anywhere in this house.

And then she turned a blind corner and found herself face to face with what would have been a wine cellar in any other house: wall-to-wall awful glass bottles that she knew were not filled with wine.  Her hand tightened around the broom handle, and she forced herself to stand still and look for some clue of where it all came from, if any of it was less dusty or suspiciously free of cobwebs.  If any of it was fresh.  There were no labels on the racks, but she didn’t want to have to touch any of the bottles to check if they had anything marked on them.  She compromised by stepping closer and craning her neck, but still couldn’t make out anything.  They were just plain, identical bottles – dozens and dozens of them. There was far, far more blood in this room than there was in her body.

A sudden knock pulled her out of her rapidly spiraling thoughts, and she glanced to her left.  The monster – the one she knew about – was leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest.

“I did tell you not to come down here,” he said drily.

“No, you told me I wouldn’t be comfortable,” she countered.

“And I could hear your heartbeat getting faster from a floor up.  Evidently I was right.  I think you had better tell me what you’re thinking right now, so we can get it out of the way.”

She crossed her own arms and lifted her chin.  “Is any of this mine?” she said, fighting to keep her voice steady.

“No,” he answered.

“Is my blood going to end up in bottles on this wall?”

“No, Elena.  I told you you wouldn’t be harmed, didn’t I?  Shouldn’t this be reassuring, to know I have something to eat that isn’t you?”

Maybe it would have been, if she hadn’t been preoccupied and distracted by her nightly intruder.  “Why would it be reassuring if I don’t know where it comes from?” she shot back.

He rolled his eyes.  “There’s a replenishing spell, same one that’s on the kitchen pantry.”

“So the house is magic.”

“No, it’s not.  There’s a spell on the pantry and the cellar.  That’s all.  That’s not the same thing.”

“But where does it come from?”  He made an aggravated face at her repetition, so she spit out, “Whose blood is it?”

He snorted.  “Damned if I know.”

She let her hands drop to her sides, startled by his admission.  “You don’t know.”

“No, Elena.  It’s not as if I know which farm the eggs came from, either.  Or as if I were personally acquainted with the baker who made the bread. We both have food for a year and a day – that’s all that matters.”

She felt stupid, and then, obscurely, she felt comforted. He wasn’t drinking from her.  He wasn’t drinking from anyone.  He wasn’t stalking strangers, draining guests, filling a dark, dusty cellar with the blood of his victims.  He was just eating what was in the pantry, exactly like she was.  And yes, perhaps the comparison with her food was a callous one, but maybe he didn’t want to think about where his sustenance came from any more than she did.  Maybe he wasn’t really her host – maybe he was a guest here, trapped here just like she was.  But she asked anyway, cocking her head towards the gruesome wall of bottles.  “Do you have to?

“Yes,” he answered, but without resentment.  “Or else I’m not going to much of a conversationalist for the next year.”  At her raised eyebrows, he added, “Yes, even worse of a conversationalist than now.  What’s dead needs blood to go on walking around.”

She nodded, looking at her feet.  At least she’d asked.

“Now may I ask a question?” he asked.

“I suppose you can.”

“Is your plan to kill me with that broom?”

She looked up; he was grinning.  “Maybe I wanted to clean.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’ve thought better of it.  I’m going to start with the upstairs and work my way down.”

“That’s your prerogative,” he said, and offered her his hand.  “Shall we?”

She nodded, and then put the broom in his hand; he chuckled, and let her lead the way back up to the main floor.  It was a relief to see the morning sunshine streaming through the window after the chill of the darkness, and the sky outside was perfectly clear.

She turned abruptly and almost ran into the monster. “When was the last new moon?”

“Why would I know that?” he said, non-plussed.  

“You’re supposed to be a creature of the night, aren’t you?”

“I’m not a werewolf, Elena.”

“Well, obviously.”  

“So?” he said.

“There wasn’t any moonlight two nights ago – or was there?”

“Well, I don’t remember.”

“I do,” she said.  “There wasn’t, but I think there ought to have been.”

“Ought to have been? Maybe it was cloudy.”

“Maybe you’re being obtuse!” she said, without much heat. He raised his eyebrows.  “There’s a spell on the kitchen, and a spell on the cellar,” she explained.  “A spell to keep us from starving, to replenish the food.  And there’s another one in my room – I don’t know what it is or how it works or especially why it’s there, but someone doesn’t want there to be any light in my room once I’ve gone to bed.”

He stared at her, and then tried, “Do you need candles?”

She sighed.  “You were making perfect sense a minute ago, why do you become so confusing when I try to talk to you about this?”

“How am I the confusing one here?” he complained.

“Alright,” she said, “just answer me this.”

“Of course, Elena, I live to answer your everlasting queries.”

She re-crossed her arms, and looked him in the eye.  “Am I safe from you, or am I safe?” He only looked at her, uncomprehending. She went on, “You know more about what’s happening here than I do, you have some idea of what the rules are.  So are you giving me a personal promise, or can you guarantee me that nothing will harm me for the next year?”

“Unless you knock a chandelier or a bookshelf onto your own head, you’ll be perfectly safe.”

“You promise, or you know?”

“Both.”  It tended rather to the sardonic than to the sincere.  But there was enough truth there that she felt, maybe, she could put her trust in it.

That night, she waited on the floor of her room, wrapped liberally in blankets.  She did drift off, again, so that she was insensible when the mystery-guest entered only to be awoken by his heavy step on the old floorboards.  She feigned sleep, and waited until the sounds of him settling into bed had ceased, and his breathing was deep and even.  Then she crept out of her nest and around the side of the bed, and stood over the sleeping figure.  “Psst,” she whispered.  He didn’t stir.  “You, in the bed,” she said, a little bit louder.  Still nothing.  And so she reached out with a shaking hand and poked.  It didn’t feel particularly monstrous – not hairy, or scaly.  It felt like human flesh, albeit covered by a nightshirt.  She poked him again in what she thought was his shoulder, groped her way over the pillow to his head, inadvertently carding her fingers through his hair in the process – soft curls, cropped medium short – and then, emboldened by his lack of reaction, brushed her fingers over his lips.  No fangs jutted over them, the bones behind the lips felt square and uniform enough.  She absently touched her free hand to her own lips – they felt the same.  She withdrew her hand, and crouched next to the bed, caught up in her own thoughts while the sleeping figure breathed slowly beside her.

She carefully reached out and placed her hand flat on his chest.

Beneath warm skin, a heart was beating.

Whoever was wandering into her room every night, it seemed he was alive – and human.  

// read the next chapters on ao3 //

[babbushka]

Phone sex with Pale. I need that filthy mouth telling me dirty things!

(please enjoy 2.8k of pure filth, set in the blue moon ‘verse lol)

It wasn’t stalking. 

Pale didn’tgive a shit what anyone had to say about it, he wasn’t fucking stalking you.You just kept happening to show up at the same place around the same time ashim, that was all.

But damn it all, you looked realfuckin’ good, poppin’ up all over town wherever he went. Maybe you were the onefollowing him, huh? Maybe you were the one who needed to be taught alesson.

He was sitting at a booth in hisfavorite shitty dive bar, because of course he was. Had a long fuckin’ day atwork, thought he’d unwind with a glass of something strong. The place was alittle too crowded for his taste, schmucks shoving their way to get an elbow onthe bartop for a refill of warm beer. Pale avoided that whole fuckin’ mess andwas in his booth instead. It wasn’t his fucking fault that the booth was rightby the window, wasn’t his fault that the window faced the street.

Wasn’t his fault that across thestreet you were working hard, bending over and showing off your gorgeous titsas you wiped down the tables in the diner. You were so damn pretty, he thought.The way you looked when you were concentrating, pouring coffee for late nighttruck drivers who really oughta be on the fuckin’ road. The way you lookedsipping a malt on your down time, the way you looked pinning your hair up outof your pretty fuckin’ face.

He wondered how long he couldwatch you like this, without someone coming and distracting him or you.Wondered if he should quit watching you and just fuck you, touch you, taste youright in the damn diner. Wouldn’t be the first time.

He thought about all the thingshe wanted to do to you, all the things you’d let him do. God you were so goodto him, always real fuckin’ jazzed about whatever, about all of it, any of it,anything he’d give you. He’d fuckin’ give you everything – but that was athought for another day.

He made up his mind when thebartender put on some obnoxious music from the jukebox. Pale downed the rest ofhis drink, dropped some cash in the bartender’s hand on his way out, shovingthe door open and letting it slam closed behind him.

When had it gotten so dark?

Maybe he could have some fun withyou, he thought as he adjusted his jacket against the chill of the night. Youliked fun, liked him. You liked him. He thought about it for all of two secondsbefore he was walking across the street, passing the diner where you worked.There was a little phone booth just on the end of the block behind the place,and thankfully it was empty.

He sniffed from the cold, turnedthe collar of his leather jacket up, and fished around in his pocket. Luckilyfor him, he happened to know that this particular phone booth was in directview of one of the back rooms of the diner. Not that he had watched you fromhere, or nothin’.

You were sitting and chattingwith an old man, your boss, Fishel. He was nice, he treated you real good, likeyou were his own family. Still though, Pale got jealous – he wanted to be theone talkin’ to you. The diner was practically empty, only a couple people inbooths smoking their cigarettes. You were stretching, your arms over your head,your skirt riding up ever so slightly as you eased the stiffness from your spine.  Jesus his cock was getting hard justimagining pushing that skirt of yours all the way up, grabbing at that ass…

His fingers were punching in thediner’s phone number before he even knew what he was doing.

He licked his lips as the tonerang, watched to see what would happen.

The reaction was immediate, butit wasn’t the one he was hoping for. Fishel laughed at something you said, andwas still chuckling when he answered the phone.

“Diner on 34th, thisis Fishel how can I help ya?” The gravelly voice asked, a hint of amusement inhis voice.

“Hey, is (Y/N) working tonight?” Paleasked, watching through the window as Fishel turned to look at you, pointing tothe phone. You nodded, the good girl you were, and Fishel in turn startedpressing all sorts of buttons on the receiver.

“Yeah, hold on I’ll transfer you.”He said, before his line clicked off.

Pale listened to the dial, chewedhis lip as his eyes followed you as you walked across the diner, went into a darklittle room that was in direct sight of the phone booth. It was a storage room,cardboard boxes that lined all the walls and the window, except for a perfectlittle viewing spot for Pale. He liked that you didn’t turn the light on, thestreetlights doing enough, Pale could see just enough.

“Hello?” You sat down on a littlefold out chair in the room near the phone, picked it up.

“You look real fuckin’ good, youknow that?” Pale said, already working on getting his belt off.

“Hey Pale,” Your tone immediatelybrightened when you recognized his voice, he watched you shift around on thechair, prop your legs up on one of the stacks of boxes. “Where are ya callingfrom?”

He watched you try and lookaround, but he didn’t want to be found just yet, didn’t want his spot to becompromised.

“Don’t you worry about that, yougot bigger fish to fry.” He said with a bit too much bite, making you humthoughtfully.

“Oh yeah?” You asked, in that wayof yours that only spurred him on. He could just imagine you stroking hischest, seductively rubbing your hands over the silk of his shirt.

He had to lean back against theglass of the phone booth, thankful for it being so dark outside. No one wouldsee him rub at his dick, it was so hard for you, he needed to pull it out,needed to give it some air.

“Yeah, you got my cock hardbending over and spillin’ your tits all over the table, you whore.” He pressed histhumb to the head of it, hissed a little into the phone. You hummed again.

“I’ve been thinkin’ about you.” Yousaid, getting turned on. You had to know, of course you did, he thought.

“How’s that?” He asked, wantingto hear you say it anyway.  

“I miss you, being at work andall. You didn’t come in today.” He could hear the pout in your voice.

“I had some real important workto do today, doll.” He tried explaining, before licking his lips and asking realfuckin’ low, “How much did you miss me?”

“A ton, you were all I thoughtabout today.” You replied, whining just a little. He could see your posture changing,the way you were pressing your thighs together just a little bit.

Bingo, he thought.

“Why don’t you lock that door forme, huh?” Pale said, watching as you reached over and twisted the lock on thedoor. It was a small enough room that you didn’t even have to get up off yourchair, but the reach made your legs spread just the tiniest bit, and Pale couldsee the barest hint of your panties. He hoped they were wet. “That’s my goodgirl.”

“Are you jerkin’ off?” You asked,hopeful.

That made Pale laugh just alittle bit, because yeah, he was. He had spit into his palm and was slowlytugging at his dick, smearing some pre-come down the shaft.

“You bet sweetheart, wish it wereyour hot cunt though.” He said, and you sighed.

“Me too, your cock fills me up sogood.” You agreed, your hand tracing idle patterns on your chest. Pale watchedand watched as you sighed into the phone just a little bit more, your kneestipping apart.

“Spread your legs, go ahead. Noone’s lookin’.” He said, and really he didn’t fucking know. But he’d kill thepoor sonofabitch who happened to get a glimpse, that was no fucking big deal. Heabsolutely had to get you to come for him over the phone, he had to. “That’sit, suck on those fingers dollface, get em nice and wet.”

You did as you were told, likeyou always did. What a fucking angel, he thought, imagining it was his fingersthat you were sucking on. He’d grab at your face and make you choke on his dick– and maybe he would, later.

“You’re such a whore, unbuttonyour fucking shirt.” He said, and you abandoned your tongue to carefully butquickly pop the buttons open, revealing your cleavage to him.

“Like that?” You asked, and henodded, even though you couldn’t see him.

“Yeah, pull your tits out, comeon I’m dying to see them sweetheart.” He slowed himself down, wanting to savorthe sight of you, wanting to make you real hot and bothered, wanting to makeyou come in your fucking panties and keep you messy until he could officiallytake you away from work to fuck you into next week.

“Yeah, I know, I’m your slutPale.” You said, and he took in a sharp breath.

“Say my name again.” He growledinto the phone, and then again when you whined out his name. You were gettingdesperate for him, he could tell in your voice, your legs were spread so far,he could practically see the wet spot, god you were so wet for him.

“I’m gonna bend you over thatfucking storage bin and push my cock so far into your pussy you’ll taste it.” Hegrunted, spit in his hand again and jerked himself off a little harder.

“Please?” You slipped your handdown the front of your panties, spread your legs further. You braced one footup on a box nearby, and your breathy moans spilled into the phone, came outcrackly on the other end.

Good, he thought, he wanted tohear it, wanted to hear all of you.

“And when you’re drooling for me I’mgonna gag you with my fingers and get you nice and sloppy – go faster.” He cuthimself off when you had started to slow down. He wasn’t having that, he wantedyou moaning like the whore you were for him.

“Okay, Pale – I wish it were yourfingers, they’re so thick.” You whined, and he smirked.

“You like how it feels when I fuckyou on my fingers? That it? You like me reaching all the fuckin’ way inside youand makin’ you feel good?” He asked, and he watched you nod.

“Yeah.” You breathed, he couldhear the wobble in your throat, could hear the moans as you started to movefaster and faster, probably rubbing your clit.

“Put the fucking phone on yourpussy, let me hear it, let me hear you fucking finger yourself.” He demanded,and you did, propped the phone right up on your thigh.

You were so wet for him, he couldhear the slip and slide of your fingers, he could hear the squelch of your spitand your slick and your sweat all being pushed in and out of you. His mouthwatered, he had to swallow a couple times, god he could practically smellyou.

He thunked his headagainst the wall of the booth, and listened to the sound of you fingering yourself,watching you with your head thrown back and your tits out, shiny with sweat.Suddenly, the sickly sweet sounds of your cunt went away, and Pale frowned.

“Pale – ” You held the phone backto your ear, licked the sweat off your lip. He knew what you wanted, and theanswer was no, not fucking yet.

“Don’t you dare make yourselfcome you fucking whore, not yet. Grab your tits, pinch at your fucking nipples.”He ordered, not wanting this to be over too soon.

He could see through the maindiner window, no one was needing you yet, he wanted to drag this out while hestill could.

“But – ” You started to protest,but he only grunted into the phone as he fondled his balls for a minute.

“No fucking buts, grab your tits.”He snarled, “Good, fuck I want to want you scream for me, I want to stuff yourthroat full of my cock and fuck you hard in your little skirt until your kneesgive in and you can’t fucking move – what underwear are you wearing?”

“The white ones.” Your chest washeaving, your tits rising and falling as you grabbed handfuls of them, pinchedat your nipples and felt it straight in your cunt.

“I’d rip them right off and stuffthem in my pocket, bury my face in your wet pussy and drink you down, would youcome for me? All over my fucking face?” His face was getting all pinched up, hewas so antsy, right on the edge, fuck he was so close.

“Yes!” You breathed, “Yes, yes Paleplease.”

Your thighs were desperatelywanting to close, your head was thrown back on the top of the shitty fold-outchair, those spectacular tits of yours in your hands as you kneaded and cried,cried because you wanted to get off so fucking bad, wanted his permission.

“I’d keep fucking you, until yourcunt was raw, make you cry from it, from how good it feels. No fucking breaks, I’djust keep fucking you forever. I’d tie you up, keep you wet and stuffed for me,keep all my come safe in you, save it for a rainy fucking day. You were madefor me, you fucking know that?” Pale was close, so fucking close.

“Made for your cock Pale, please,please let me come, I have to – ” You begged, and he relented.

“Come for be sweetheart, let mehear you.” He growled, and you did, good fucking girl you were.

“Oh! Pale !” You cried outinto the phone, too loud, loud enough that someone could hear – someone couldsee, but there wasn’t nobody around, just you in that dark shitty room and Palein his phonebooth and he was so fucking close he was gonna lose it –

“Yeah that’s right, fuck yourselfthrough it, you can do it, I ain’t done yet.” Pale said, “Your tits look sogood, I’m gonna come all over them. Fuck I can see your come on your thigh, youfeel it?”

“I feel it Pale.” You were tryingto even your breathing, he could see you start to shift around again, collectyourself.

“Clean yourself up, come on, youknow what the fuck to do.” He licked his lips again, and you did, and you did,scooping it up with your fingers and sucking the juices off. Pale didn’t likeanything going to waste.

“Come on me Pale, please pleaseplease.” You whined into the phone, sucking on your fingers extra wet the way heknew you knew he loved.

Your legs were still spread, andall of you looked sticky and slutty and he just wanted to fuck you for real, sodamn bad, wanted to slide into your pussy in one big push – this was just thewarmup, he was going to strip you and fuck you the first chance he got.

“Fuck – ” He grunted into thephone, shooting his load all over the glass panes of the window right in frontof him.

He watched his come splatter onthe window of the booth, and let his shoulders slump just a little bit with therelief of tension. God it felt good to come, he thought with a chuckle, if onlyit were in you.

You were buttoning up your blousein the room, and Pale thought soon, soon he would.

“You did great sweetheart, get backto work. I’ll swing by in an hour to bring you home.” Pale said, wondering ifthe operators were listening, if anyone knew at all that he made you cry outhis name in the storage room at the Diner on 34th.

“Alright, but you better make goodon all that shit you said.” You laughed just a little, clearly in need of a realgood fucking. Your fingers were great, but Pale knew they didn’t compare to histongue, his cock, his own hands.

“When don’t I?” Pale said with asmirk, waiting a moment before hanging up.

He tucked his cock back into hispants, fished a tissue from his back pocket and tried wiping up his come beforegiving up halfway. He’d be back to add to it, no fucking doubt about that.

[1d-sexualdesires]

Can I maybe get a blurb where you are feeling extra needy and harry just watching TV and you go up to him and start kissing on him and calling him whatever he loves to be called in bed and you kiss down his belly and start to give him a blow job but you put his fingers in your pussy but i know you get busy will work so 😁

I MAY HAVE GOTTEN CARRIED AWAY…

Having Harry home is nice, because even though he’s in his creative mindset he needs a break from it some of the time. He’s been so busy the last few weeks even though he isn’t touring, but finally he’s home and since mentally he is a bit exhausted he has spent the last few days lazily lounging around your place, reading, talking to his mom, playing video games, watching TV, he even forgets it’s your place sometimes and you always bug him about it - “If you’re going to pretend I don’t exists you might as well go back to yours…” - is what you tell him when he shrugs you off when he’s enjoying one of his activities. You don’t really mind though because between work and school, most of your time is taken up and really, even though he’s your boyfriend, he likes to be at yours because the paps and fans don’t know where you are or even that you exist, which really doesn’t bother you.

Either way, the day has been like any other day. Harry’s watching some Christmas movie on lifetime and you’re in the bedroom, finishing up an essay… or you should be, you’re actually scrolling through Tumblr, killing a bit of time because you’re in a rut with the last page of the essay and could really care less about it at the moment. But it just happens to be one of those days where everyone on Tumblr is horny. At first you chuckle, because really it’s a domino effect, one person re-blogs some obscene content and then everyone is re-blogging steamy photos, gifs, and videos…. It’s contagious. But as you scroll longer you’re getting a bit uneasy, there’s this gif set of girls getting finger fucked and squirting hard and as much as you try to scroll past it, you find yourself scrolling back up until you find it again; it piques your interest because you’ve never cum that way and in one particular gif the hand that’s fucking the girl looks a lot like Harry’s. His fingers are thick and long and the guy is wearing two rings… you bite down on your bottom lip, watching in awe, cheeks heating up and pussy pooling with your arousal at how his thumb rubs at her clit and she starts gushing for the man.

“Fuck me…” you mumble, squeezing your thighs together and locking your phone before setting it down beside you. You contemplate going out to bug Harry to give you what you’re craving, but chances are he’s really into what he’s watching… the need pulsing between your legs is great enough that you decide to take your chances and you stand from the bed, shutting your lap-top and quietly padding down to the living room.

You see him sitting comfortably on your couch, hugging a decorative pillow to his chest and you mosey on over, being as inconspicuous as possible as you settle yourself beside him and he turns to you and smiles softly, so you drape your legs over his own and his hands come down and stroke at your exposed skin softly.

“Dunno how you’re wearing shorts, s’freezing.” He says, not bothering to look to you and so you just shrug.

You have manners, so when the film goes to a commercial break you shift so that you’re straddling his lap and you want it to seem as innocent as possible, so you just hug him tight around his neck and place a kiss onto his cheek. You love how his arms squeeze tight around your body as he hugs you back. You take the chance to sponge kisses up his well-structured jaw and you feel his chest rumble with a chuckle.

“Are you in a mood?” He asked as you seem to be pressing closer to him with your hips and you don’t bother lying anymore and nod as you release him and sit back a bit, your eyes meeting his as innocently as possible.

“I was just killing a bit of time on the internet and saw these gifs of girls squirting from getting finger-fucked and thought maybe you’d like to try and make me cum like that?” You asked quietly and saw his pupils dilate a bit, his body tensing slightly beneath yours.

“Is that so?” He asked and you nodded once more, nuzzling into his neck and sucking at his sweet spot, he involuntarily rolled his head to one side to give you better access, you could feel him budging up beneath you and you grinned victoriously, “And what do I get out of fucking you with my fingers?” He asked and you pulled back once more.

“Bragging rights for making me squirt.” You said and he chuckled.

“Don’t see how that’s fair.” He argues and you groan.

“Please, H.” You pout and he shakes his head, “C’mon honey, babe, my gorgeous, handsome man, please, make me squirt for you.” He bit his lip at the mere idea of having her gushing for him, he’s never really tried to make Y/N cum like that… should be interesting. “I’ll make it fair, suck you off until you cum and I’ll swallow it all, hon.” You offered, already sliding down to your knees, rubbing over the bulge in his joggers.

“Better swallow it all.” He said and you nodded, tugging at the band and he helped pull them down to his knees and you impatiently shoved them down to his ankles, fitting yourself between his legs and squeezing his balls gently in your hands, rolling them slowly until he was budging up even more, then you stroked his cock, foreskin pressing down to expose the perfectly pink head of his cock and you smiled.

“You have such a big, pretty cock, babe. Would love to have you in my mouth all day.” You hummed and got closer. His tummy tightened as he felt your warm breath fanning onto his skin, a steady pulsing beginning as your tongue poked out to lick a fat stripe up his thick shaft making his eyes flutter.

“Don’t tease, sweetheart, please.” He was begging you and so you grinned, opening a bit wider and taking his tip into your mouth fully, letting your spit gather as you closed your lips around him tightly and sucked, cheeks hollowing out as you added pressure and he sighed contently, “That’s it, love.” He moaned, combing your hair back with his hands and guiding you lower down his shaft. You brought one hand to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth and the other squeezing at his thigh, eyes fluttering closed as he reached the back of your mouth, making you gag around him and he groaned, “Oh fuck, sweetheart.”

You kept working him, loving the noises and words of encouragement he’d make, it was feeding your ego and turning you on further, you were a proper mess in your shorts and you knew he’d love it. Your lips tightened around him, tongue working on his tip, dipping into his slit, tasting his precum, making you moan and he threw his head back.

“Fuck Y/N! Keep going like tha’, baby girl!” He pleaded and you repeated your movements, bringing your hand down to his balls once more, squeezing with a bit more force, eliciting a broken moan of your name and a stream of curses before he was warning you, “Shit, m’gonna cum, Y/N.” He panted and you focused your sucking at his tip, drawing his cum to you and finally you tasted the first spurt of him as he pressed you down with his hands, making you gag around him until you relaxed and he filled your mouth with his mess, you swallowed down spurt after spurt, your tongue working around his shaft, making him wince from the sensitivity as he pulled you back up, his chest was heaving as you popped off, a smile on his face as you looked up to him. You looked down to his cock once more and saw that some of his cum had dripped down to his balls, there was also a smear of it on his inner thigh and you dipped down, tongue slipping out as you lethargically licked at his thigh and he moaned, “Proper needy for it, aren’t you?” You hummed, savoring his slightly salty and heady taste, trailing your hot tongue to his balls, “Fuck, baby.” He whimpered, as you sucked one into your mouth, cleaning it of his cum with your tongue, “Fuck, I’ll make you squirt, do whatever you want, baby.” He moaned as you popped off with a little wet sound and you eagerly stood and he slipped on his sweats before you dragged him to the bedroom.

“Clear off the bed while I get a towel.” He said and you bit your lip and got to work, moving all your things onto your desk and stripping off your shorts when he stepped in and placed it onto the bed before tugging you to lay down and you did so and he tugged off his shirt and threw it to the ground, “Gonna make a fucking mess.” He groaned as he hovered over you and kissed you hungrily, humming at the taste of himself on your tongue. You were so impatient, you could feel the sticky mess between your legs and you parted them wider, taking his hand from your hip and guiding it down to your slit, pressing it down until he could feel you pooling at your entrance and he pulled away from your kiss.

“M’fucking dripping for you, please, H.” You begged and he moaned, just feeling how soaked you were for him, he waited no time in rubbing at your clit, making your back arch , his lips attaching to your neck and biting down before sucking a bit. He altered his speeds on your clit until you were throbbing, you just needed a bit more to get off, your tummy tensing tightly as he rubbed on the little bud just right, relishing in your moans.

“Please put your fingers in!” You begged and he slid two in without a warning, the stretch taking you by surprise and making you gasp, “Oh fuck! M’so close, baby!”

His thick digits pressed deep into you, you spread your legs wider to allow him to go deeper and you moaned loudly, just about to cum and he pulled his fingers out, rubbing at your clit slowly and he whined in disappointment.

“Babe… why?” You pouted, moaning as he rubbed hard at your clit, making your legs tremble.

“Do you want to squirt or not?” He asked sternly and you nodded, “best way t’do it is to edge you, baby. When you finally do cum I promise it’ll be worth it.” He said quickly as he stuffed his fingers back into you, pounding them fast and hard, thumb coming up to your clit as you had seen in the videos and once more, he brought you to the edge and stopped, leaving your pussy throbbing and aching. “Fuck you’re proper throbbing, look at that…such a pretty and tight, little cunt.” he moaned, spreading your lips apart with his fingers and watching your pussy pulsing, clenching around nothing and he smirked, “What if on the last go I give you my cock?” he asked and you nodded rapidly, making him grin, “Ready fo’ me?” He asked and your hips raised up, searching for his fingers and he brought them in again, this time pressing them knuckle deep and hooking them up, making you writhe beneath him as he rubbed into your g-spot slowly, your body shaking with pleasure.

“Fuck, Har!” You whimpered, “So fucking good with those hands, babe. Shit, just like that, please don’t stop!” You cried feebly as he rubbed on your clit once more, your hips grinding down onto his fingers. He kept his pace for a minute or so making the air get caught in your throat and toes clench, you swore he was about to let you cum and then he stopped, “Please, again!” you begged and he looked down at you hungrily.

“I think you’re ready to cum, baby girl.” He said smugly and you nodded profusely as he rubbed on you slowly, your skin burning with his touch. He got on his knees and pressed his fingers back into you, his pace moderate, but he was rubbing you good on the inside,  your back arching and legs wanting to close around his hand, but he kept them apart with his other hand, and then he started rubbing at your clit and he moaned his name loudly as your high started building, eyes fluttering shut and back arching as the white, hot coil in your tummy was wound up more and more tightly, “Such a tight little cunt, can feel you squeezing me so good.” He said, “Cum, baby…” he said as he pumped his fingers faster, not letting your legs close and you cried out a broken moan as you started cumming and instead of easing up he pounded his fingers harder, working your clit tirelessly until you were gasping, “Oh fuck, here it comes, baby.” He moaned.

“Fuck, Harry!” You yelped and stars and colors just burst behind your closed eyelids as you continued cumming, legs trembling, fighting to close around his hand, fisting at the sheets until your knuckles were white and he kept going. He grinned as he watched your cum gushing out of you, soaking into the towel beneath you, splashing his forearm and your thighs until it stopped and you were trembling, moaning even though nothing was going on anymore, “Fuck, fuck, babe. Get in me, please.” You begged, eyes opening lazily, he looked blurry, but that was because your eyes were brimming tears from the pleasure you had just felt, “Need t’cum around your big cock, please, put it in me.” You pleaded and he pulled his joggers down to his thighs before stuffing himself into you, fucking you hard and fast, you bore your neck to him and he buried his face there, moaning at your tightness and wetness.

“Fuck, baby that was so fucking hot. You gonna squirt around my cock?”

“Mmmm, fuck yes! Give it to me harder, H. Fucking wreck your little pussy.” You mewled and he gave it all he could. You were scratching down his back, gasping, eyes rolling back as he pounded into you mercilessly, it felt like he was in your stomach, “M’gonna cum!” You sobbed and he fucked you hard and deep until you started squirting around his cock, he moaned, pulling out and stroking his cock, watching your cum gushing out in spurts as he stroked his cock until thick white ribbons where dripping down your throbbing pussy. You were both panting, eyes heavy, and limbs feeling like jello.

“Was that good, baby?” He asked, kissing your sweaty forehead and you nodded slowly, still catching your breath.

“Best sex we’ve ever had.” You wheezed and he kissed you deeply, pulling apart quickly as you were both still out of air, “I hope you never give me a hard time about any of my ideas ever again.”

“Oh baby girl, I won’t. Now, rest up. I can assure you, that tomorrow I won’t leave you alone until my cock is dripping with your cum.” He grinned smugly and you smiled.

“Can’t wait.”

[vampirefreakism]

The Scientist (Chapter 23)

Summary: In the events following Asgard’s destruction, Loki finds himself on Earth seeking refuge to await the inevitable. Much to his surprise, it comes from a source he would never have expected.

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Warnings: drug/alcohol mention

Word count: 4.5k

A/N: Wow, folks, this is a lot. Am I sorry? I should be, but I'm not. Anywho, here is a nice long chapter after a shorter one. To note, there are alcohol/drug mentions here. Tread lightly if you must. I have been waiting for months to write this one, so I hope you all like it. Oh, and also, that Spider-Man trailer?? Heck yeah, folks. I am ready for some pure Peter/MJ goodness. Those two smart cuties are amazing. Not to start discourse, but if Ned and Betty end up an item in the film (which I really hope they do), I hope they're the super affectionate, super cute type that everyone is annoyed at but secretly loves because they're the only good thing in this chaotic world.

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Taking a bite of her sandwich, Luna pondered her upcoming statement to Loki. Once done, she spoke.

“We should go out.”

Loki nearly inhaled the bite he had taken. He sipped his tea to clear out his throat. “In what way do you mean?”

“You know, out. To have fun.” Luna could keep up the confidence charade for only so long. She needed a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ and fast.

“Any particular reason?”

Luna grinned. “Actually, yes. I had a very productive day at work, and I feel like celebrating. You’re included, of course.”

Loki tapped his fingers against the countertop. He did feel cooped up. Wherever he ended up, it almost didn’t matter at the moment.

“Did you have anywhere in mind?”

Luna fiddled with her thumbnail. “Depends. Are you a ‘bar’ kind of guy?”

Loki smirked. “Where you plan to go, I will follow.”

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Loki quirked a brow, observing his new surroundings as discreetly as he could. “So this is what passes for a bar on Earth?” He moved out of the way of someone stumbling past him.

“Eh, yeah.” Luna shrugged the opposite way. "Not particularly glamorous, but at least it's in walking distance from home. I'm a lightweight, and I don't want to be behind the wheel. Speaking of which, I strongly suggest a two-drink limit. These things are expensive.” She moved slowly through the small crowd, clutching Loki’s jacket sleeve in fear of losing him. If anyone in the room recognized him, it would be pandemonium before she could say the word.

Luna pulled Loki to the bar and waited for the attention of the barkeep to be turned on them.

“What can I get ya?” He asked once he was close enough.

Luna held up a hand. “A Jack-and-Coke for me, please.” She glanced to her side.

“Martini, dry.” Loki requested, his hands folded atop the counter.

“You sure know your way with drinks,” Luna commented.

“Simple mixtures don’t change much. The names vary, of course, but they’re easy to catch onto.”

Luna giggled. “My goodness, space alcohol? Those drinks must be a trip.” Loki smiled humorously.

“Depends on the system. Though, Asgardian mead is to die for.”

“Literally or figuratively?”

Luna posed her question as innocent rhetoric. Loki picked this up and sent her a sly smirk with a twinkle in one eye.

The two stared at the array of bottles lining the back of the bar, each independently trying to read the labels and guess the contents. No sooner did they identify a bottle of vodka, their drinks arrived, Luna’s in a short crystal glass and Loki’s in the signature martini glass. Luna extended thanks to the man and shelled out a few bills, getting only a brief tight-lipped smile from him in return. The bar had grown in volume and capacity, so he was ungratefully looking forward to serving potentially less polite patrons.

Anxious he wouldn’t hear her, Luna leaned in close to her companion. “Come on, let’s go sit at a booth. It’s a little quieter,” she spoke into his ear. He gave her a brief nod and trailed after her in search of an empty, clean place to sit.

A ways away from their previous seats, they spotted one. A tad secluded, but they preferred it so. Luna slid in first, letting Loki sit next to her. He left some room between them, enough for their elbows to jut out a little. Luna swirled the dark liquid and lifted it up, propping her elbow on the table, and angled her body to Loki.

“To Biology,” she began. “For bringing us to where we are today.” Loki grinned and tapped his glass against hers. Together, they took the first sip. Luna grimaced at the burn in the back of her throat, coughing a bit to ease the discomfort. “And speaking of biology, the really cool thing at work. I mean, if you’re interested, I can tell you a bit about it.”

Loki put his glass down, granting her his full attention. “Please, go on.”

Luna sipped her concoction and clear her throat. “Ok, so you know I took a bit of your DNA, right?”

“How could I forget?”

“So I took that and spliced the uniquely alien sequence from your DNA into a nematode.”

“Excuse me, a what?”

“A nematode. It’s a type of roundworm that’s used in lab experiments that need an organism to model procedures on and are determined to not be inhumane.”

“Alright. So you put a piece of me into this little creature?”

“Yes. And you will never guess what it did.” Luna smirked, excited to share her findings with a fellow intellectual.

“Do enlighten me,” Loki mumbled against the rim of his glasses as he took another sip.

Luna, armed with an excited grin making a home on her face, leaned in close and spoke quietly into his ear.

“It made microscopic particles of ice!”

Loki struggled to not do a violent spit-take, opting instead to cough and hit his fist against the table top. Luna covered her mouth, trying not to laugh. She expected a reaction, but not one so humorous.

“What?!” Loki exclaimed once he could form words.

Luna placed a hand on her chest. “That’s what I said!”

“What else did it do?!” She had him now.

“So far, nothing.” She sipped her drink. “It’s growing at a normal rate, so that's the only external factor as of right now. Who knows, maybe its lifespan will be extended. How old are you again?”

Another rhetorical question, so Loki neglected to answer. He let his throat and chest settle after the coughing fit, taking the time to reflect on Luna’s discovery. From what he knew, she still had no idea of his true nature. Why he couldn’t bring himself to confess, he didn’t know. In the beginning, very little about him mattered, but now, the time had passed for such a thing to be mentioned.

She believed him to be Asgardian, and he is. Raised on Asgard in the royal palace, surrounded by its culture and partaking in everything it had to offer every day of his life. It was all he knew. He didn’t ignore his genealogy, but no purpose was served in talking about it now. In the past, he had used it as a weapon, confessing the truth to his enemies to throw them off or make them see him as a traitor to his home. But to somebody kind, someone he was on favorable terms with, it wasn't necessary and most likely never would be.

“So you made a new lifeform,” he stated. Luna nodded her head, shrugging.

“In a way, yeah.” Loki took a side glance down at her, letting his gaze linger as she drank more of her beverage, finishing it in one go.

“Fascinating.” He remarked. Luna responded with a little nod and a smile.

“Mmhmm, yeah. It never gets old, no matter how many times you do it.” She traced her thumb along the geometric designs cut into the glass and bit the inside of her lip, repressing the smile she wore from growing. Loki could have patronized her or made it about himself like so many other people in her life. There was no denying how flattered she felt, but she hoped he couldn’t tell.

Peering inside at the stray drops of dark liquid, a hankering for another crept its way into Luna’s brain. Patting Loki’s shoulder, she rose slightly from her seat and brandished the empty glass.

“Hey, I’m gonna go get a refill. Be back in a bit.” He nodded and took a sip from his glass. He was smart, taking his time and savoring the drink. Luna, on the other hand, was eager. A fault of her own making.

The bar was filling up, but space remained open for her to wait for the barkeep. Luna went back-and-forth between looking at the array of bottles and art and tapping on her glass. Not five minutes went by before she felt a presence settle in beside her. From the corner of her eye, she could see it wasn't Loki or anyone else she recognized. Maybe if she pretended no one was there, they would leave her alone.

“Hi. What’s your name?” Spoke the individual next to her. He had his head turned towards her, giving her his undivided attention. So much for pretending.

“Holly,” Luna answered. There was no way in the world she would give a stranger her real name, no matter how common it was.

“Holly. Very nice. I’m Jacob. Since you’re here by yourself, let me get you a drink.” Jacob leaned against the bar much too close to her for comfort.

“Thank you, but I’m here with someone.” She was tempted to look around for her someone, but her body wouldn’t listen. Every nerve in was on high alert, ready to run if need be.

“Well, I don’t see him.” Bold of him to assume she was with a man, but nonetheless, she wished he would do one of his appearing acts and flash a trademark menacing stare.

“He’s at a booth.” Luna relaxed a little, safe within the truth.

“Then why are you at the bar and not with him?” Jacob would not give it a rest. Typical.

“Just getting a refill.” Luna lifted her empty glass. Perhaps he would leave now he knew she had plans.

Jacob put on a smug smile like he knew a secret she didn’t. “Allow me to buy you a drink. Maybe try something different.” He apparently never heard of the word ‘no’ before in his life.

“Thank you, but I’m going to have to decline.”

“Oh come on, you don’t have to be shy. We’re nice,” spoke a new voice to the other side of her.

“Huh?” Luna looked at the newcomer full-on. His audacity baffled her.

“Yeah, we’re nice. No need to be a prude. Just let loose with some new friends, ok?” Luna wanted to scream, but her voice refused to cooperate. She was cornered. They had her trapped, and they knew it.

She managed to squeeze out a little “uh-huh.” For the meantime, it was safer for her to go along with them than to fight.

The second man placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed a little. “That’s my girl.”

The barkeep, making his rounds, came close enough for Jacob to yell out. “Uh, three of whatever she was having.”

Luna was close to breaking out in a cold sweat. There was a reason she rarely went out by herself, and this was it. Staring down at the counter, she prayed to every god and spirit she could think of for someone to come and help. Lucky for her, there was one not too far away.

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Loki had waited five minutes too long, and now, he was beyond impatient. He had taken his time on his drink, intent on only having one glass and finishing it with Luna by his side so they could leave. On his list of quality bars he’d visited throughout his life, the one they were in ranked quite low. He drummed his fingers on the table, counting down precisely ten seconds until he got up and searched for his roommate.

The ten seconds passed him by and up he went, looking around for Luna. Through Loki’s upset at being left for longer than anticipated, a shred of fear and anxiety shone. Had she purposefully left him? Had she grown tired and abandoned him? If he were honest, he would become tired of himself as well. But he didn’t like being alone, especially in a place such as this one.

The bar he had picked up his drink was noticeably more crowded, but he knew what to look for. It didn’t take him long. He could recognize Luna’s fluffy black head of hair anywhere. However, he did not recognize the two additional figures on either side of her.

Loki was a bit put off. Luna never told him about having friends outside of her workplace. She said she had no one and he believed her. Had she tricked the trickster? Impressive, if she had, but this wasn’t the case. Whenever one of them leaned in too close, she leaned away. Her arms were drawn close to her body, and her shoulders almost touched her ears. Loki was not only good at reading books, but also body language. Luna was frightened and stressed, and these individuals were the furthest things from friends.

Had he his magic, he would have transformed the two into headless chickens, making them run in circles around each other as he escorted Luna to an area out of the public eye. But he had no magic. No special illusionary powers. Only his mind and his hands, and he could do wonders with both.

Loki pondered on how to intervene. He had a flair for the dramatic, but he could be discreet when the moment called for it. As the duo chatted Luna back and forth, Loki spied the one to her right drop something into her drink while the other held her attention. An odd thing, he wondered, but the look on the man’s face was not so strange to him. It was one of dastardly mischief and utmost of no-good, almost evil in nature. He had to act, plan or no plan.

Downing the rest of his martini and placing the glass on a nearby table, Loki adjusted his glasses and strut over to the undelightful trio.

“Darling, there you are,” Loki greeted, turning on the charm. Luna did nothing to hide the relief she felt, letting it flood her face as she looked at him. She turned her whole body towards him, leaning her left arm on the counter.

Luna placed a gentle hand on Loki’s shoulder and slid it down his upper arm. Through his jacket, he could feel her trembling. “Oh, this is my date. You know, the one I was telling you about.”

Loki moved slowly behind her, blocking her from the man on her left with his body. “Boasting about me to your new friends?” He put his hand on her left shoulder and slid it all the way down until it reached and enveloped hers. “I’m flattered.”

“You know I can never shut up about you.” Luna reached her right hand back and touched his cheek. The simple action set the two men a little on edge.

“I know all too well,” Loki said, sounding as fond as he could. “But please, what of all of you?” He questioned the duo, putting them on the spot. He took pleasure in their unease.

“Uh, you know, we’re just here after work, getting drinks,” Jacob stammered out and cleared his throat.

Loki smiled, feigning ignorance. “Celebrating? We are too.” He placed his empty hand on Luna’s other shoulder, further pressing her back to his chest.

“Yup. Big promotion at the office,” she falsely bolstered. Loki tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

“As intelligent as she is beautiful if I do say so myself.” With his hand still by her head, he cupped it around her ear and whispered into it. “Act like I said something lewd.”

Continuing their little performance, Luna let out a loud gasp and gave him a soft swat. “You animal, we’re in public!”

Loki placed a hand on her waist and tightened his grip. “Then let’s go somewhere more private.” The discomfort the two men felt grew too much to bear, and they averted their gaze to the floor. Loki saw his chance and lifted his left hand off of Luna’s, grabbing the untainted glass.

Luna straightened her posture, having had enough public attention. “Well, I guess that’s my cue to leave. You guys have a great rest of your night!” Loki stepped back from her and helped her down from the chair, showing her the glass he had so she wouldn’t take another. Keeping a hold on her hand, he led her away from the bar. “Thanks. I thought they were never going to shut up,” she said, deeply grateful for his intervention. Loki flashed a broad grin and veered sharply to the right, situating them at another booth occupied by two other people. “Wait, I thought we were leaving.”

Loki sat down. “And miss the show? I think not." He gestured to the spot beside him, and Luna took it.

“What show?” She took the glass from him. “Loki, you’re doing that face.”

“What face?” He asked innocently.

“The I’m-up-to-no-good face. What did you do?”

He leaned close, not taking his eye off of the two men they recently left. “I spotted one of them slipping something into your drink.”

“Ah!” Luna yelped and pushed the glass away from her.

Loki chuckled. “No, not that one.” He slid the glass back and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “That one.” He pointed to the one still sitting on the counter. “I switched the glasses while their attention was elsewhere. Now, let’s see what his concoction does.”

Loki listened in carefully to the duo. They seemed to be in a quarrel, and it was too tempting not to eavesdrop.

“Idiot!” Jacob hit his hand against the table. “She really was with someone! And that was my only packet!” He picks up the glass closest to him and drinks it down in one go. A sinister smile graced Loki’s facade. Everything was going as smoothly as he could hope.

“You know how girls like that are,” Jacob’s nameless friend retorted. “They always lie. How was I supposed to know?” Loki’s grin faltered. What was so wrong with Luna they felt the need to slander her? They knew nothing about her.

Loki’s iron gaze was diverted as he felt Luna’s smaller hand press against his collar. “What are they saying? I know you’re listening in,” she spoke strongly into his ear. How intuitive.

He turned his head closer to her. “Things imbeciles say,” he replied. She didn’t need to know.

Jacob scoffed. “Whatever, man.” He held the now-empty glass in front of his face. “God, I forgot how much I hate Jack and Coke. Could I get a beer?” He called out to the barkeeper.

His beverage of choice now in hand, he drank it leisurely, chatting up any girl who wandered near him. No luck with any of them. They were spared from his advances by the friends at their sides.

Loki kept Luna close to him, his grasp on her unwavering. He did not want a repeat of their incident, especially not as his hastily-cobbled-together plan was slowly running its course to the end. Any glance from a stranger would reveal quite a sight: a man possessing a terrifying aura with his arm tight around a woman his complete opposite, both comfortable in each other, her entirely off-limits for any outside interaction.

Jacob started swaying once he had finished his beer. His friend caught his arm, playfully reprimanding him for not being able to hold his alcohol like he used to. Jacob waved his hand, letting out a breathy laugh as he sat down in a bar chair. The dizziness wouldn’t let up, no matter how many times he blinked and shook his head. He gripped the table edge and groaned softly. Five minutes pass him by, and he feels worse. As he pushes himself up, telling his buddy, he'll use the restroom real quick, but he can barely finish his sentence before he collapses to the floor.

Loki cranes his neck, trying to get one more look at his vanquished foe. “So that’s what his little drug does,” he mutters and inwardly sneers. A cruel trick to play on someone currently on the right side of a trickster god.

Luna felt bittersweet nausea crawl up her throat. She looked down at the untouched drink by her hand. If it hadn't have been for Loki, it would have been her passed out on the floor and not the sham of a human calling himself a man. Though, through the sick feeling in her gut, she felt satisfied. He got a literal taste of his own medicine. She held no sympathy for him. Only gratitude for the individual at her side and a burning desire to go home.

She lay a hand over Loki’s. “Come on, let’s go." Luna got up, and Loki followed, hand-in-hand as they were meant to be. She took the drink with her, set on tossing it out elsewhere. Loki took one more look at the small crowd forming around the downed man, trying to get him to his feet. He smirked, feeling proud of the success of his plan.

No sooner were they a few yards from a door did a loud, slurred voice call out through the crowd.

“Hey, you! Tall guy! Yeah, you!”

Luna's blood froze, and her hand began to shake again. Loki took it upon himself to glance behind him. A shorter, inebriated young man stood before him with another person behind him, holding onto his arm.

“May I help you?” Loki spoke calmly.

“You think you can fool people, but you can’t fool me, guy! No, you can’t fool me.” The man shoved an accusatory finger at him.

“You must be mistaken. I am doing nothing of the sort.”

“I have no time for your games, dude. I know who you are.”

Loki snickered. “You couldn’t possibly.”

“No, no, I know you. You’re the bastard that destroyed New York. You’re Loki!” The young man was close to shouting, his friend tugging on his arm with a little more force. Loki tightened his grip on Luna’s hand.

“What? No, he’s not,” Luna interjected, squeezing Loki’s hand back.

“Don’t tell me what I know, woman!” He jabbed at Luna. She was taken aback, a bit confused by his logic. He looked pointedly back to Loki. “You took everything from me, and now I’m gonna get payback.”

Loki leaned down and scowled. “And what, pray tell, would you take from a broken man with nothing?”

More people were looking on to the commotion, inquisitive and excited at the possibility of a bar fight. Nothing of the sort could happen.

Luna stepped in closer to Loki, putting a hand between him and the drunk stranger. “Now, now, let’s break it up. It’s too late in the afternoon for us to lose our heads.” She chuckled dryly, trying to put them at ease. Loki leaned back and stood at his full height, the glower he sported not once refraining.

Picking a spot on the far wall, Luna stared at it in surprise and let out a loud gasp. “What the hell is that?!” At her exclaim, the man and his friend both looked back, seeing nothing in particular. In a flash, Luna splashes her drink at the man’s face and bolts for the door, tugging Loki behind her. “Let’s go! Let’s go!”

The pair ran out the door, entirely neglecting to check if they were being followed. The cold wind bit at the thin skin on their faces, but neither felt it. Neither of them cared as adrenaline flushed through their veins. Loki loved the chase, however imaginary it may be at the moment. For Luna, it was an astounding amount of excitement in a short amount of time.

Out of breath and jittery was how she felt upon reaching her apartment building, bursting through the door of her home and slamming it shut. Running as exercise was one thing, dashing down the street and holding somebody’s hand was another. Having no more strength, she resigned to lying on the floor. Loki followed suit as their hands were still intertwined. Both felt too buzzed to bother.

Taking calculated deep breaths, Luna turned her head and looked at Loki. His close proximity made it easy for her to admire his appearance. His cheeks were a bit flushed, and his hair was wind-blown and scattered. He almost looked frazzled. An amusing contrast to his usual calm and collected demeanor. The god of mischief and chaos, flat on his back, fresh from leaving a place where he had caused, of course, a little mischief and mayhem. And he had almost been caught. Luna couldn’t help but laugh.

Loki heard the growing giggles and turned to Luna, puzzled. His bemused expression made her laugh harder, and she covered her face with her free hand. He resided to joining in her jovial attitude, her laughter quickly becoming contagious. Laughing felt good. He hadn’t done it in a while. And seeing her smile the way she did felt even better.

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Refreshed from a shower, Luna emerged from the bathroom, clad in clean sleep clothes. She brushed stray strands of damp hair away from her eyes and squinted. Being nearsighted was a drag, but at least she was sober. Striding into the living room, she slipped her glasses back on and got some water from the kitchen. Walking back out, she greeted Loki with a passing smile, set on retiring to her room. But, short of disappearing through her door, she stopped.

“Why did you help me?” She asked, leaning one shoulder against the edge of the doorway. Loki looked up from whatever program he was watching.

He was at a temporary loss for words. Why did he help her? He could have watched the events unfold and witnessed some form of harm befall her. He’s done it before to other people. He hadn’t the terms to describe it, so he told as much truth as he could.

“Have you forgotten so quickly? I am the god of mischief. I know a bad trick when I see one.” Luna nodded. A good answer. They both thought so.

“Well, I’ll say goodnight now.”

“Oh, yes. Goodnight, Luna.”

She moseyed to her room and shut the door, locking it as she did every night. Away from prying eyes, she let a smile grow wide on her face. Setting her cup down, she lay back on her mattress and bit at her thumbnail. Keeping composure was hard. She shouldn't feel elated, but she did. Loki had helped her out of a dangerous situation when he didn't have to. She knew he had fun doing it, and his enjoyment of the matter was the primary driver, but it made her feel good.

Still awake on the couch, Loki rested his chin in the palm of his hand, the program he had on no longer held his interest. His mind took him back to the bar. He had fun playing a trick on an unwitting human. It was his specialty, a favorite pastime of his spanning most of his life. He was used to it. The visceral reaction to seeing Luna is distress, however, was foreign. He was back in dangerous, uncharted territory. Was he getting attached? Or was he changed, as his brother encouraged him to be? Could it be both? Possibly. And saying her name out loud. The first time he had done so. Beneath his hand, he mumbled it again. She had a good name, and he liked saying it.

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[banshee-cheekbones]

loving you (is a piece of cake).

In which Andrew and Steven bake a cake for Adam's birthday and make out.

No, really. That’s the fic.

featuring a good dose of domestic fluff and love bites. 

~2.4k, rated T. read the whole thing under the cut or on ao3 here.

Ever since he started working on Tasty videos in earnest, Andrew has had to deal with some absolute kitchen disasters. He’s spent literal hours scrubbing solidified globs of melted cheese off the counters and sweeping flour out of every nook and cranny in the kitchen, has gone home to find bits of egg stuck in his hair and cinnamon down his shirt.

But despite all of those experiences, he’s pretty sure that the absolute mess blanketing almost every square inch of Steven’s kitchen takes the cake.

(Literally.)

Truth be told, he’s not exactly sure how it even happened, because it’s not like they’re making anything super fancy; it’s nothing more extravagant than a chocolate mocha cake for Adam’s birthday. Sure, they started from scratch, rather than from a box, but still, that can’t be the only reason why there’s cocoa power dusting the front of the fridge and wet clumps of instant coffee powder attached to the cupboards, why there’s buttermilk staining his jeans in half a dozen spots and egg shells crunching underneath his feet as he leans over to slide the cake into the oven.

He can’t be totally sure, but he suspects that Steven’s mere presence may have had something to do with it.

Amazingly, considering the absolute chaos surrounding him, Steven is remarkably clean, aside from a light coating of sugar dusting the front of his shirt. He’s cautiously prodding their gigantic bowl of coffee icing with a spatula, like he’s expecting it to come to life and bite him in the ass.

“I don’t think this is right,” he says with a frown, pulling the spatula out and watching the icing gloop back into the bowl. “It seems too thick.”

“It probably just needs to be stirred some more,” Andrew answers, setting a timer on his phone for thirty-five minutes before he rests it on top of the fridge, which seems to be the only space in the room that isn’t covered by some kind of food product. Steven nods and sticks his tongue out to lick the spatula clean, but before his tongue can quite make contact, Andrew gently pokes the handle of the spatula and knocks it slightly astray. A smear of icing ends up decorating Steven’s cheek like a patch of too-dark blush, and Steven groans even as a grin splits his mouth.

“What was that for?”

“We still have to use that, and I don’t think Adam would appreciate knowing that your spit was involved in the production of his birthday cake.” On a whim, he takes the spatula from Steven’s loose grip and pokes him on the end of his nose, leaving behind a near-perfect circle of icing, before he returns the spatula to its rightful place in the bowl.

“Well, I wasn’t going to tell him that.” Steven drags a thumb through the icing on his cheek and pops it into his mouth. After a moment, he groans happily, and his eyes flutter shut, and even though Andrew has seen the sight countless times, both on and off location, a rush of warmth automatically floods his cheeks in response. “That tastes amazing. I think Adam’s really going to like it.”

“Hmm.” Andrew’s not about to stick his fingers in the icing to find out, but thankfully, the smear on the tip of Steven’s nose is untouched, so he leans forward and kisses it. Once he’s licked it off his lips and savored the rich taste for a few moments, he nods. “That is really good. Might be my best work yet.”

“Our best work, you mean,” Steven retorts, rolling his eyes expansively as he leans back against the counter, sending a tiny puff of cocoa powder into the air, which is probably composed more of various cake ingredients than oxygen at this point. “You know, you don’t have to use the ‘there’s food on you’ excuse anymore. You can just kiss me because you want to.”

Andrew grins as he steps in closer and settles his hands on the counter on either side of Steven’s narrow hips. His fingers skate over loose particles of sugar and flour, and he doesn’t miss the way Steven draws in a breath when he leans in almost close enough for their foreheads to touch.

“But it worked so well that first time.” It’d been cake icing that time too, six months ago, although it’d been of the cream cheese variety rather than coffee flavored, and Andrew had been considerably less than sober when he’d leaned in and kissed it off the corner of Steven’s mouth.

He still thanks the powers that be every day for the liquid courage that allowed him to finally make a move after literally years of wanting to.

Steven shakes his head fondly and drags his thumb back across the smear of icing on his cheek before he traces Andrew’s bottom lip with it.

“Fine,” he says with a shrug. “We can do it your way then.” Steven wraps both of his hands tightly into the front of Andrew’s shirt and tugs him in, until their hips are pressing together, and leans in for a kiss. When his tongue flicks against the seam of Andrew’s mouth, Andrew groans and parts his lips, tips his head to the side so they can slot together a bit deeper and wraps his arms around Steven’s back. Steven sighs into the kiss and grazes his teeth against Andrew’s bottom lip, not hard enough to really be a bite, but hard enough to hint in that direction.

If that’s the game he wants to play, Andrew is more than capable of playing along.

He waits until Steven has pulled away to breathe before he makes his move. Before Steven can lean back in, Andrew gently grips Steven’s chin with his thumb and forefinger.

“Can I?” he asks, glancing down at the long line of Steven’s neck before he looks up into his eyes. Steven nods enthusiastically and twists his head to the side, until his temple is resting back against the cupboard.

“Yeah,” he swallows, hands smoothing down Andrew’s chest to settle on his waist. His long fingers duck under the hem of Andrew’s shirt and brush over Andrew’s hips so softly that, for a moment, Andrew almost forgets what he was planning on doing.

Moments later, Steven’s throat bobs as he swallows, and that brings it all back.

He wastes no further time in ducking his head and brushing his mouth along the line of Steven’s jaw, from the point of his chin all the way to the slight dip below his ear. When Steven lets out a shuddering gasp, Andrew feels it reverberate in his own chest, and he remains still for a moment, simply savoring the close proximity. Sure, they’re close most of the time when they’re filming, but while Andrew still enjoys every moment of that, every moment of Steven’s knee bumping against his own or every brush of their shoulders, that closeness is mostly out of necessity.

But this isn’t for the camera. It’s just the two of them, and Andrew could, well and truly, stay like this all day, pressed together in two dozen different spots, content to listen to the muted thud of Steven’s heartbeat and the steady rhythm of his breath.

Before he can fall too far down that particular rabbit hole of thought, Steven whines and drags his blunt nails along Andrew’s hipbone.

“I don’t have all day,” he says, although the sheer breathlessness of the statement takes away any bite that he may have tried to put into it. Technically, aside from finishing up the cake, they do have all day (or night, rather), but Andrew doesn’t think Steven is particularly interested in technicalities at this exact moment.

Which is fair, because neither is he.

“I was just admiring the view,” he replies, mouth catching on the jut of Steven’s jaw before he moves a little lower and presses a kiss to the taut skin over Steven’s pulse point. From there, he moves even lower, to where the soft collar of Steven’s sweater meets the base of his neck, and starts working on sucking a mark there. Steven groans and arches away from the lip of the counter to press his hips into Andrew’s. One of his hands slides out from underneath Andrew’s shirt and twists tightly into his hair, just to keep him in place.

In response, Andrew presses his teeth in a little firmer. When he eventually pulls away, he leaves behind a gorgeous cotton-candy pink mark, glistening and dotted with the outline of his own teeth. He presses a gentle kiss to soothe it before he migrates back towards Steven’s pulse point and starts working on another one. This time, Steven moans and starts shifting restlessly in the grip of Andrew’s arms. At first, Andrew thinks he’s trying to move away, that he’s misinterpreted the sound and he was sucking too hard, but before he can pull back to apologize, he realizes that Steven is trying to squirm his way up onto the edge of the counter. Andrew drops his arms momentarily, just long for Steven to succeed, and more flour and cocoa powder puffs into the air as he slides back to lean against the cupboard.

“Want me to keep going?” Andrew asks, unable to stop himself from teasing just a little. He gently presses his thumb into the first mark he created, and Steven bites down on his bottom lip.

“Please.” He hooks his heels around the backs of Andrew’s thighs and digs in a little, impatient. There’s still frosting faintly smeared on his cheek, and Andrew presses a quick kiss to it before he drops his palms to Steven’s thighs and returns to what he was doing.

Namely, marking Steven’s gorgeous neck up the best that he can.

By the time he finishes the fourth mark, his mouth is starting to get a little bit sore, and he’s so hard that it hurts, keeps finding himself pressing up against the edge of the counter for some kind of friction. Steven is panting for breath, and his restless fingers have tugged Andrew’s hair completely to hell. He slows things down a little, just to give his mouth a break, goes back to pressing soft kisses along the slope of Steven’s neck, tugs aside the loose collar of his shirt so he can trace the jut of his collarbone as well. Steven moans quietly and flexes his fingers in Andrew’s hair, tugs just hard enough for it to feel good. He wriggles his other hand between them and splays it on Andrew’s stomach, just above his belt buckle, and Andrew swallows hard, tenses a little in anticipation of where Steven’s hand might go next.

But, just as one of Steven’s fingers brushes against the waistband of Andrew’s jeans, a horribly obnoxious tune starts drifting from the top of the fridge. For a moment, Steven’s face crinkles in confusion, but then he groans loudly and drops his forehead to Andrew’s shoulder.

“I forgot about the cake,” he says, dropping his legs away from Andrew’s.

“Me too,” Andrew answers truthfully. He’s reluctant to move away from Steven, but they can’t fuck up the cake; it’s too late in the night to make another one, and Adam deserves better than store-bought (although Andrew’s sure that, if it really came down to, he could call Rie and she’d whip together a masterpiece before work tomorrow). He settles for pressing one last kiss to the corner of Steven’s mouth before he steps away to grab his phone, while Steven pulls oven mitts on.

“How long does the cake have to cool for?” he asks, pulling the oven door open, carefully taking the pan out, and setting it on the counter.

“Ten minutes,” Andrew answers, double-checking the recipe on his phone just to be sure. When he glances up, Steven is in the process of carelessly tossing the oven mitts aside. One of them nearly lands in the bowl of icing.

“Is it bad if it cools for longer than that before we ice it?” He switches all the dials on the oven off with faint clicks, eyes firmly fixed on Andrew. The marks on his neck are the color of strawberries now, and Andrew almost resents the fact that they’ll have to cover them up tomorrow before they go to work.

“I don’t think so.” Andrew sets his phone back on top of the fridge, where it’s safe, for the time being. Steven’s face scrunches up again, like he’s deep in thought. “Why?”

“Because I think we might need a little longer than ten minutes to finish up what we started.”

“You do, do you?” Andrew teases as Steven crosses the room and grabs his hand. “Want me to set another timer, just in case?”

“What I want you to do is kiss me some more,” Steven replies, leading the way out of the room. There’s flour and sugar all down the back of his pants, and Andrew can’t help but laugh a little, up until Steven abruptly turns around. He looks nothing less than utterly gorgeous, hair disheveled and neck marked up, eyes wide and lips parted, and Andrew almost decides to forgo the rest of the journey to the bedroom in favor of simply pressing Steven up against the wall and kissing him until there’s no air left in his lungs.

But then they would end up with sugar and flour and God only knows what else all over the wall, and Andrew’s fairly certain that it’s easier to wash that kind of thing out of the sheets rather than scrub it off the wall.

“Alright,” he answers, leaning in for a quick kiss before he bumps his nose against Steven’s. “I can do that.”

In the end, an hour passes before they get back to the cake. The consistency of the icing remains a little off no matter how long they stir for, and it isn’t exactly a pretty cake by the time all is said and done, but when Andrew sends a picture to Annie, she sends back a declaration that Adam is going to love it.

So between that and the series of blotchy pink marks staining Steven’s neck (and chest and inner thighs), Andrew declares the night to be an official success.

[mx-requests-forum]

[Fulfilled] Talk like That

Prompt: Wonkyun + bottom Wonho/dom Changkyun + voice kink

Fulfilled by Moderator M~

Words: 2185

Warnings: explicit rating

AO3 Link (For Easier Reading)

Hoseok had been waiting all day for this- the feeling of Changkyun’s fingers tangled in his hair as he roughly shoved Hoseok’s head onto his cock. The day had started off pretty normal- the routine practice, schedules, and general lack of rest that came with Monsta X having a comeback. Hoseok was used to it, even if it was hard, but today quickly became more difficult as it progressed. Him and Changkyun barely had time to sit next to each other, let alone do anything on the spicy side for a few days now, which was practically torture. He wanted Changkyun’s cock and to cum so badly he was worried he might be losing his mind.

At the end of their last schedule, Hoseok and the other members piled up into the vans to be taken back to their dorm. Smiling to himself, Hoseok ran a hand through his fuchsia hair, hoping that when he got to the dorm, he could finally get what he desired most. He started drifting off into a daydream, his hands curling against the hem of his shirt, biting his lip as he fantasized about getting pounded by Changkyun, cheeks turning red at the graphic imagery. Realizing he was thinking about it a little too much, Hoseok shook his head, trying to will away his boner before the others noticed.

Not much later, they arrived at the dorm, the boys and their managers all filing into the familiar building with exhausted steps. Upon entering their place, the boys all crash in various locations- Hyungwon decided that apparently the couch in the living room was decent enough for a nap, and was passed out almost upon arrival. Walking into his room, Hoseok stretched, groaning deeply at the satisfying feeling, unaware of Changkyun who had followed him into the room. Hoseok jolted at the sound of the door shutting and locking, and he turned around to see who it was.

“Changkyun,” Hoseok said, voice sounding soft and a little relieved. He walked over to his lover and hugged him, happy to finally show him some affection without worrying about anyone being there to question it. Changkyun smiled, hugging his hyung with warmth and adoration. They pulled apart, but only enough to press their lips together in a kiss that quickly became hot and wet, leaving Hoseok panting and breathless in no time. They made out for a few minutes, their motions frantic and eager as they began letting out all of their pent-up frustrations. Pulling apart, Changkyun stared deeply into Hoseok’s eyes, expression a bit cheeky.

“That sure got you turned on fast,” Changkyun said with a smirk. “But I guess it wouldn’t take much considering how horny you got in the car on the way here,” he continued, and Hoseok flushed, not having realized that Changkyun knew about that.

“N-no, I-” Hoseok began, voice coming out strained and broken, completely embarrassed. Changkyun stepped closer to Hoseok, mouth right next to the man’s ear.

“Were you fantasizing about my cock, baby?” Changkyun asked, his tone dark and sultry, voice sounding deeper than usual. Hoseok’s back arched and he shivered, loving how sexy Changkyun sounded when he got turned on like this, desperate for more.

“I was,” Hoseok admitted, voice soft as he bit his lip, embarrassed to be admitting to it, but still wanting Changkyun to keep going and continue torturing him with his sexy voice. Changkyun hummed, the sound low and deep in his throat.

“You’re so bad~” Changkyun said, and his hand reached down, cupping Hoseok’s bulge loosely. “What were you imagining? How big I get when I’m hard, and how good I feel in your hand?” Changkyun prompted, and he began loosely palming Hoseok’s crotch, lips right next to Hoseok’s ear, deep voice tickling the skin there. Hoseok shook his head, body shaking slightly from the stimulation.

“No,” he shortly answered, and Changkyun prompted him to elaborate. “I was thinking about your cock… inside me,” Hoseok said, his voice getting softer towards the end, lips trembling in embarrassment. His boyfriend really knew how to get under his skin in the best way possible, and it was driving Hoseok crazy. Chuckling low and dark right in Hoseok’s ear, Changkyun leaned his head down slightly, peppering light kisses against his neck.

“I’ll give it to you,” Changkyun said, and Hoseok moaned, completely unable to hold the noise back. He nodded excitedly, but Changkyun stopped the motion with a tiny bite to his neck. “But not before you do something for me first,” he continued, and Hoseok was more than happy to oblige, waiting patiently for his instruction. “Get on your knees, baby~” Changkyun groaned out, voice low and breathy and seductive.

Dropping to his knees, Hoseok began unbuttoning Changkyun’s pants, eager to get to his cock. He pulled down the man’s pants, biting his lip at how hard Changkyun already was, how big he looked right in Hoseok’s face. Grabbing the length, Hoseok began stroking it softly, enamored with how heavy it felt in his hand, and after a few more seconds admiring his lover’s cock, Hoseok took it into his mouth, moaning hotly at how good it felt.

He began bobbing his head, tongue wrapping around the younger man’s cock, pleasuring the man quickly and skillfully. There were very few things Hoseok loved more than making his lover feel good with his mouth, and savored the intrusive feeling as much as he could. Taking his cock further down his throat, Hoseok’s eyes widened at the feeling of Changkyun’s hand on the back of his head.

“Deeper baby, that’s it,” Changkyun groaned out, voice rumbling dark and low in the back of his throat, and Hoseok whined, thighs spreading instinctively. He did as he was told, swallowing as much of Changkyun’s cock as he could, holding it in his mouth before choking a little and pulling away. He continued to suck his dick, doing the familiar motion with a practiced skill, spit dripping down his chin. Above him, Changkyun threw his head back, slipping out a pleased groan at the incredible sensation, eyes staring deeply down at Hoseok, smirking at the vision of his adorably desperate lover taking his cock. At the sight of Hoseok’s spread thighs, Changkyun squinted, noticing a slight stain on the front of Hoseok’s pants.

“Unzip your pants,” Changkyun ordered, wanting to expose his boyfriend. Removing his mouth from Changkyun’s cock, Hoseok did as he was told, feeling a little embarrassed by his current state, pulling his cock out from his pants at Changkyun’s urging. He was now kneeling on the floor, his pants undone and obviously erect cock sticking out, dripping with precum just from getting his throat fucked. He felt embarrassed, but in his defense, it had been such a long time since he’d been near Changkyun’s dick, it was just getting to him. Smiling at the sight before him, Changkyun licked his lips, finding it difficult to resist the boy any longer.

“God, you’re already soaking wet for me, baby~” Changkyun drawled out, and Hoseok flushed, eyebrows scrunching together as he looked away, humiliated by the particular wording. He didn’t know how to reply, his mind too hazy with arousal. “Stand up, I can’t hold back anymore,” Changkyun said, and Hoseok stared up at him with wide eyes, getting excited. He stood up, watching as Changkyun walked over to his bed, laying himself down onto it. Starting to get the idea, Hoseok took a few tentative steps towards the bed, his cock still out.

“Get up here and ride my cock~” Changkyun said, eyes piercing hot and voice luscious and breathy and full of intention. Hoseok found him completely irresistible, and he began undoing his pants, stripping himself completely bare so he could just focus on enjoying himself. Once sufficiently nude, Hoseok got onto the bed, straddling Changkyun’s lap and gasping at the sudden feeling of Changkyun’s slippery fingers against his entrance. When had he gotten the lube out? When Hoseok was stripping? Regardless, Hoseok accepted it, leaning forward so Changkyun could better prepare his ass, whimpering at how nice it felt. He’d almost forgot how good Changkyun’s fingers felt inside him, and Hoseok found himself getting way too into it, his cock rubbing against Changkyun’s stomach and dripping pre-cum all over his shirt.

“Alright,” Changkyun muttered as he removed his fingers, apparently satisfied with how prepared Hoseok was. Whining at the loss of penetration, Hoseok flushed, embarrassed by how aroused he was and how much he was aching to be filled up. Chuckling lowly at his boyfriend’s inner struggle, Changkyun watches with sharp, impatient eyes as Hoseok positions himself over his cock, pressing the tip inside with a high moan.

“Changkyun-aH--” Hoseok cried out, voice splitting as he slips, forcing Changkyun’s cock fully inside him. Eyes rolling back at the feeling, Hoseok can only whimper and tremble, unable to move as he quickly became adjusted to Changkyun’s cock. Lips parting in a low, satisfied groan, Changkyun rolls his hips up, rubbing his cock against his lover’s inner walls and reveling in the incredible sensation. Finally collecting himself, Hoseok blinks a few times, eyes refocusing on Changkyun’s face as he begins thrusting his hips, taking Changkyun’s cock nice and slow as he got used to the giant intrusion.

“How does it feel?” Changkyun asked, barely able to contain his own groans and whimpers of pleasure, realizing just what he’d been missing out on for the past few days. Hoseok’s hips trembled as he replied, never stopping his thrusts on Changkyun’s cock.

“So good,” he moaned out, eyebrows scrunching together as Changkyun’s cock hits at a particularly good angle. “Fuck, it’s so good, Changkyun,” Hoseok continues, unable to stop himself from voicing his pleasure, hoping that nobody was in the vicinity of his room, because he was starting to get loud.

“That’s good, baby. Keep fucking yourself on my cock,” Changkyun continued, his seductive voice trailing up into Hoseok’s ears, making the boy whimper at the pleasant tones.

“I love it when you talk to me like that,” Hoseok admitted, voice trembling. He loved hearing that deep voice mutter obscenities directed only to him. It made Hoseok feel special, and ridiculously turned on. Changkyun quirked an eyebrow, continuing to spout praise and dirty words towards his lover, encouraged by Hoseok’s sudden confession. Hoseok, in turn, started fucking himself harder on Changkyun’s cock, hips moving at a rapid pace as he made great use of his toned muscles.

Finding it too difficult to hold back any longer, Changkyun started thrusting up into Hoseok’s ass, adding another layer to the pleasure. The air in the room turns steamier than ever, sweat forming on Hoseok’s muscular body as he rode Changkyun’s cock, putting all of his energy into making himself feel good, cock bouncing with every little move his hips made. He knew he was getting close; he’d actually been close ever since he first got onto Changkyun’s cock, but he was definitely on the edge now.

“I’m gonna cum-” Hoseok whimpered out, eyes opening to desperately stare into Changkyun’s, hoping that he would let him. Biting his lip, Changkyun stared up into Hoseok’s face, a similar look in his eyes.

“Me too,” Changkyun said, and Hoseok panted, breathy moans slipping from his lips.

“Please cum inside me, please,” Hoseok begged, aching to feel his lover’s cum filling him up. Arching his back, Changkyun groaned, wanting nothing more than to please his boyfriend- and if that meant creaming inside him, then he was more than happy to do it.

“I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, baby,” Changkyun groaned out, hands gripping Hoseok’s thick thighs, digging the digits into his flesh. “I’m about to cum deep inside you, make you keep it inside you all night, baby, make you sleep with my cum in your stomach,” Changkyun drawled out, voice low and gravelly, thick with lust and desire. Hoseok whined, his thrusts becoming sporadic and uncoordinated, unable to even think straight as his mind was filled with dirty thoughts.

“Cumming--” was all Hoseok managed to choke out as he ground his hips against Changkyun’s, body shaking as he spilled a week’s worth of cum all over Changkyun’s torso. Changkyun soon followed him, spilling his seed inside Hoseok’s body, just as promised. They rode out their high for a few long seconds, the room drowned in the sound of their panting breaths. Removing himself from Changkyun’s cock, Hoseok plopped down next to him, grimacing at the sight of cum dripping all over his sheets. Swallowing, Hoseok gasped for air, face flushed and body covered in a fine sheet of sweat.

“It had been too long…” Hosoek sighed out, tilting his head to shoot his boyfriend a loving look, completely satisfied for the first time all week. Changkyun nodded, glancing over at Hoseok with a similar look of endearment.

“I love you,” Changkyun said, and Hoseok’s face brightened up, a little surprised with the sudden declaration of love. He felt his chest bubble with happy feelings and he smiled, scooching closer to his boyfriend.

“I love you too~” <3

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Biting the Dust: Part Two

Within those few moments, the look on Whisper’s face sobered. He didn’t seem as… forthcoming with his welcome as he sound. Still, for the sake of appearance, he remained as compliant as she had. He turned towards one of the hulking figures and gave a nod; signaling something she would understand firsthand.“Be a good man and ensure that our guest has followed the directions I instructed for her prior to her arrival, hm?”

 Fenra was not new to this game. In fact, she half expected to have had been checked prior to stepping so far into the room. Anyone of smarter value would’ve frisked her at the door for any unwanted weapons. It was enough, based on that alone, to ensure that she’d been dealing with hired hands who didn’t hold as much intelligence as they had muscle weight. There was no struggle on her part. She raised both hands, interlacing her fingers behind her head and nestled them into that snow white mane.

 Her ‘frisker’ seemed to be a bit pleased with the job issued unto him. That kind of pleasure was all too familiar. With a gruff chuckle, he stepped forward in two long strides. Much like the majority of Roe males, he was tall and wide. He moved behind her with ears and allowed those chunky fingers to rummage along her figure, lingering a bit longer in places where he certainly shouldn’t have. When he leaned in, she could sense the heat of his breath staining the nape of her neck while one hand drew itself along the length of his thigh. His intent had been slow, savoring what he could while getting the job done. Fen managed to hold back a growl and force a smirk when she heard his words creep into her ear. “Got anythin’ in there you shouldn’t, halfblood?”

 “Aye, lad. I do…” She replied, turning her face ever so slightly so that she’d cut an even glance in his direction. Before he would come to notice the motion, her hand captured his wrist, placing an ample amount of pressure at the joints that held his hand to his arm. She bent the appendage so far back that someone would’ve sworn they heard something pop out of place.

 “AGGHHHHHH!!!” And clearly, he didn’t enjoy the sentiment. The sound of heavy feet rushing at her back made it clear that one of his comrades had been coming to aid the poor fellow: whom of which had been having a difficult time removing himself from the hold without actually having to dislocate or break his own hand. Fenra spun around quickly enough so that he would crash into the male’s back instead of colliding head on with her. The third entered the fray with the intent to intercept but would be evenly met with a dagger spinning downward to one of his booted feet. Luckily, these particular Hellsguard had not been adorned in thick armor.

 “SEVEN HELLS!!!!” Screamed the last, stumbling over himself and nearly landing onto his smaller employer as the dagger made landfall deeply embedded into his flesh. Whisper, ironic to his name, screamed out in a mixture of both fear and terror. “Traitorous hag!”

 Well, of course. Duh. Still, she held firm to her prized being as he attempted to release himself once more. Yet, the more he pulled, the more pressure had applied itself and the closer he became to having that hand become rendered completely useless. Although she was smaller than the three, she kept in mind that when dealing with beings of this size, be mindful of keeping your steps far more swift than their own. The figure who had been blocked away from her form had finally made his way, sending his fist into her jawline with a slamming effect. Though temporarily stunned, she didn’t quite waver. The cause and effect of his action had been finally pushing into the joint she’d clenched to so that she’d break away what held the two together. “AGGHHHH!!!!!” A few curses followed just before she released him entirely.

 “Let’s dance, big guy…” Releasing him to nurse his wound, Fenra flashed a bloody mouth before spitting away some of that excess liquid. Subject A tossed another punch before she could even draw up her hands. He aimed left, she veered right. He moved for a center strike, she deflected, weaving her hands so that she would grab at the oncoming fist and carry his momentum through his own force. Essentially, he shoved himself out of the way while she stood in his previous place. Subject A went crashing into Broken Hand, tumbling into a mess of limbs. All the while Hobble Foot attempted to make his way for her only to be evenly met with a steel-toed welcome into the jaw.

 “What is the matter with you idiots?! Grab her, damn you!” Whisper had scampered his way from one side of the room, attempting to make his way towards the door with what she assumed to be the prize in which she’d come for. Fenra reached behind her to snag another of those throwing knives before launching it his way, digging itself into one of his fleeing thighs, stopping him in his tracks. “AGGH! NO!!!”

 The tussle hadn’t quite been over, in actuality. Subject A made for a stand with Broken Hand at his side. The two made a charge for her person, fists arched for what they assumed to be an easy connect. She did appear distracted, after all. Fenra moved once again, crouching low enough so that she could extend one of her legs into a sweeping kick, and throwing Broken Hand off. At her stance, she was able to extend herself to her partial height once more before sending a fist into Subject A’s jawline, returning the favor he’d kindly provided earlier. One punch went into two, than a third into his gut. Each connect providing a bit more power than the first. This had been why she never was bothered by being called a halfblood… oh the things she could pull off for someone of her stature. The last sent him crumpled into a heap along with the others, succumbing to their bruises and injuries.

 With the two down and Whisper whimpering from his wound, she would make her break as to grab the box from his grasp. “Stop ya’ moanin’, mate. I missed the artery by a few cuts… ya gonna’ live long ‘nough to swindle someone else… but it won’t be me.” The look he gave had been clearly one of disgust… but also defeat. While he attempted to have her completely at vulnerability, he ensured himself to the opposite. He never intended on giving up the merchandise despite what it was he had requested. She opened up the retrieved item so to scan over the contents. The precious stones within appeared of decent wealth. The kind that wasn’t easy to attain. No wonder. “Hm, you ‘lot have a good evening, then. Might wanna get ya’selves looked at.”

 She proceeded forward, stepping over Whisper and leaving his party behind as she sauntered her way through the door, slamming it behind her. The commotion would likely draw some kind of attention and thus, she’d have to make her way out of the city without being found. Such things, though common, often had to be handled with care. This was why she made it a habit to remain out of Ul’dah. This wouldn’t be the first business meeting she’d taken part in… and quite a few of them had habits of ending quite similar.

 “Easy enough…”