#why are most of the results hardcore smut when it comes to these results?

[sukibenders]

Me when I search for [insert fandom character] x poc reader: Hi, can I have-

Results: SMUT, SMUT, ROUGH, SMUT, KINKY!

Me: No, I just want something that has fluff, or maybe even angst.

Results: Okay we have one- but it ends in smut.

Me: How about one without any smut at all?

Results: Good luck with that. Next!

[shuenkio]

Brought the heat back | PsH. 💥

Paring: Sunghoon x M!reader | Genre: SMUT

Synopsis: Arrange married Park Sunghoon who you had never seen since birth, finally took a turn when he realized you're the one.

Cw: explicit scenes, cursing, cumming inside, moaning, whimpering etc (read at your own risk)

Non proof read | Eng is not my 1st lang.

This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

A&N: from ANON request. I'm super sure there'd be awkward parts because I'm stressed out to write a perfect smut but might fail... Nvm enjoy reading. Smut below cut ✓

Enjoy your life at peace eat, drink, work, and sleep. Cycle this routine as life goes on. Until a man who is not your dream shows up. Since his parents and yours used to be hardcore bff when they were young, they wanted to tie the bond together by arranging a forced marriage between Sunghoon Park and M/N.

Disagree to this arrangement would be useless; why on earth would your parents befriend the gangster group out of everyone else? Which makes it worse if you don't want to be married to a man you have never met.

Along with your future groom, maybe at least you expected that he would be a gentleman, is a green flag, have a nice attitude, know what's right or wrong, be mature, talkative, or so on, yet none of these can be seen in him. All Sunghoon had was a face, a body, and a dead-looking, cold face.

He was an ice prince, for real. So on the day both guardians confirmed this ceremony, you couldn't help but wonder: What did you do to deserve all of this? A future husband who couldn't fit your standards—a future husband you didn't even know and love before. What would the tension between this unfold? Just sigh and let it be; better shut up or be breathless.

Later on, after the big party, Sunghoon and M/N were freshly married. Nothing special happened, not even a spare word for each other, any eye contact, especially Park Sunghoon, what's do you expect? All you got on your night together was,

"I don't like you, m/n—don't get your hope up just because we're married; now remember your place,"

and that was the last thing you've heard him say, and it's the most hurtful thing you've ever experienced. Then why? A month had passed since we were married, and you had noticed that Sunghoon's behavior had slightly changed from before.

He has a hot temper whenever you're on the phone with anyone, having a nice conversation with the neighbors, or interacting with anyone passing by when going out, and he can't seem to calm down. Sunghoon himself didn't even know why he felt this way; he said he hated you, but why would he be jealous of somebody else other than him? However, he didn't care if you'd bring up those events when he said those words.

All he knows is that he realizes that nobody else cares about him more than you. M/N, as Sunghoon's husband. Never been a lazy househusband; whatever the tension of hatred is, you still make him eat three times a day. Doing all the shit in the house as if you're the one who brought it. When he was sick, you were never afraid to ask him what's up and how he feels. And that's when he knows that you're the one.

Either you love him or not, he's going to repay you and make you love him back. Who cares right now if you love him or not, because once you're in here, you can't leave in anyway? Coming home after a late-night date, Sunghoon's is full of all the memories and contact you had with the waitress earlier at the restaurant. You were a little too sweet toward those guys. as a result of making him unable to hold back his possessions and jealousy any more. Sunghoon needs to mark you as his own; it's now or never that you are his property only. The eyes contact; ugh, he can't seem to stop the burning sensation inside his brain.

Without further ado, once m/n settles in the bedroom, Sunghoon quickly locks the door slam with one click, and all the windows shut off from the remote. Starlet, by the sudden, you ask him nervously; a look could kill a person's presence on Sunghoon's face. It was dark; if his eyes could glow, it'd be lava red in irritated. Yet he didn't respond with anything. He ripped off his top and threw them away before buckled his belt, prepared to do something to his desire.

You know that you'd be a food to his Hungary by this midnight, all fabric on the floor. What's that mean? Well,  he's probably doing what most couples do; actually, he's going to fuck and drive you nuts. Gulping down a hard lamp in your throat, too scared to run away, too scared to say no, but there's a small part in you that screams you have to let him be; there's must be something underneath after all of this. When you open up for him, exhale what's coming for you. In one motion, both of you and his underwear are nowhere to be seen.

You always wonder, as a boy, what the dick would look like for the hot guy. It is long, small, curved, or what? Yes, Sunghoon was there to unveil that; his cock was gorgeous, he had big, huge ass balls, and the shaft was paler than his skin. His tip is faded pink, and well, the best part is that he's uncut. He doesn't like getting his skin chopped off anyway. Seeing you gone speechless by the view he was giving, only to boost his desire even better, no warning alert, your two legs are thrown across on his shoulder, while his cock is in the position of your small hole.

The atmosphere changes in an instant; the dark, empty bedroom is filled with a burning spark. Neither you nor him had any experience, but let's say Sunghoon has been trained for a while now, probably most of his alone time, to know and do what could drive you to your begging stage.

"S-sunghoon, I know it's not wrong, but... You're too huge for me."

"I don't give a damn, m/n, endure it. I'm yours, husband, isn't it? You can't say otherwise!" Distracted by his words, you were surprised at the contact of his cock buried inside you, thrusting in unexpectedly. The enormous hard cock of his indeed spread your ass into two, resulting in your cries out with pleasure.

Seeing you still adjusting to his size, Sunghoon trailed down his lip, brushing softly against yours. The kiss is mixed with love and jealousy of his; he can't stop it now to breed you and mark you as his own. He was eager to tell the world you were his only. Sinking into Sunghoon's touch, you slowly and finally adjust to his huge cock. Once he knew you were ready, his demonic power took over him as he began to push his hip to the deepest part he could ever go in one thrust. The sudden sensation drizzled you as you whimpered out loud shamelessly. Meanwhile, Sunghoon also had the same feeling; his body shuddered into pieces when he moved his own hip up and down.

All those sex toys are nothing compared to your tight entrance, which is clenching so hard and tight of his cock at the moment. He is groaning so good; it was heavenly pleasurable. It's going on for another couple of poundings until Sunghoon gets a sign he'll explode anytime soon. Clearly, you are unprepared but have to be without it. As both of his large arms encircle your waist, the wet kisses continue harder than his tongue licking over all your lips and intertwined in your mouth. Chasing that climax, which is what you're aiming for too,

"M/n, I'm fucking coming; I'm coming; I'm —" desperately, he breaks the kisses, and in one last grind, he comes undone inside of you. The massive load filled you like a cum dump, squirting out all of his orgasms and shivering with all the nerves. Enough with him cumming out; you're soon finding your dick twitches, following his orgasm as it squirted, and shooting out the hot white liquids too.

With your eyes flying up facing the ceiling, you endure the pleasure, sucking in a sharp breath. You were almost passed out with just one round, your chest heaving nonstop while Sunghoon was already recovering a while ago. M/N just feels too good to fuck, and he won't stop till he is satisfied.

"M/n! Don't test me from now on; I realized that you're nobody but someone who still puts up with me even if I'm a bad husband. I'm going to love you like no one else can, and if you ever smile at somebody else than me, I promise I'll bring the heat back." 

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🗣️ please mind my English! ><

🗣️ CRD TO ALL THE OWNERS.

[suna-reversed]

the sweetest thing

MAFIA AU! USHIJIMA X FEM READER !!nsfw!!

warnings/tags- slight voyeurism, fingering, smut turned fluff

The mixed scent of alcohol and that one expensive cologne he always wore hit you like a ton of bricks. That’s all you forced yourself to focus on, but you found it quite a tough task as the strong lingering trail of your juices filled the air, two of his long digits pushing past your slick walls. Choking back on a moan, you gripped his wrist tightly, confused as to whether you wanted to pull his hand off of you or beg him to rub it against you harder. He stopped his ministrations as you did so, not because he got the hint, but just so he could make you look up into his stern eyes that conveyed exactly how much worse tonight would be for you if you didn’t let him continue. 

You don’t exactly know how you ended up here. In the backseat of a posh car owned by the most dangerous man amongst Japan’s underground mafia. Just a whisper of his name had even the most powerful of gang leaders shaking with fear. You were still conflicted about the fear, but he sure did have your legs shaking more and more with each thrust of his fingers. You had buried your face in his shoulder, hoping that the red-haired driver would simply believe that your closeness to the man he answered to was simply a gesture of affection and not a desperate attempt at muffling your moans. You seemed to fail at that task as the fingers inside you were pulled out, only to be placed at your sensitive nub instead, rubbing circles so hard and fast that you couldn’t contain the sudden moan that left your mouth. You came undone, hips bucking against the rings on his fingers as your mind drowned in both pleasure and shame.

You could barely breathe as you felt the car come to a stop in front of your college campus. Ushijima simply put your pushed aside panties back in place, bringing up his fingers to his mouth to suck off your juices, his intense gaze locked onto yours. You didn’t think your face could get any more flustered. 

“Let me walk you back to your dorm.” Not a question. 

A shiver went down your core for what you were in for. Your mind flashing back to the memory from barely less than an hour ago when Ushijima had you pressed up against a wall outside the venue of the banquet, his lips attached to yours, the taste of champagne and cigars still heavy on his tongue as it explored yours with a passion as deep as the mariana trench. 

Your train of thought was interrupted as you noticed he had already gotten out, waiting for you with an outstretched hand. Despite having just felt him so deep inside you, the gesture somehow managed to give you more butterflies. It felt different. somehow more intimate. His calloused fingers slowly wrapped around yours, his large hand encasing almost all of yours. It made you feel warm. protected. safe. The crimson blush that grew on your nose didn’t go unnoticed by him, and maybe that’s why he didn’t leave your hand even as you started walking. Looking back, you wondered how differently things would’ve turned out if you hadn’t tripped over that one particular chair leg that unfortunate day. 

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“I would rather eat glass than live this day all over again” you thought to yourself while recapping the events of the last 18 hours.

Your roommate had shown up drunk late at night, bruised up and beaten from a bar fight, barely giving you any time to sleep as you tended to them. Because of that, not only were you sleep deprived, but also super late to your morning classes. Plus, you were pretty sure you had managed to royally fuck up the exam you had in the afternoon. 

Wanting to unwind from the trainwreck of a day, you had stopped by your favourite cafe to grab a coffee. A headache seemed to be crawling up your head as you stood in line waiting for your order. You were so tired, you barely paid attention to your steps as you grabbed your order and went to leave. Instead, you felt time slow down as your foot got caught on the edge of a left out chair, your drink going flying onto the chest of the person who had been sitting on the opposite side. It took you a second to scramble up your feet, ready to apologise to whoever you had just sprayed with a high dose of caffeine. But as you looked up, you found yourself a little breathless staring into the olive brown orbs of a greek god of a man. A greek god whose face was raging with passive anger. The look immediately sent you into a ramble of apologies, your words of “I’m so sorry” and “I’ll pay for the ruined shirt” getting all jumbled over each other as you poorly tried to explain your own clumsiness. 

‘It’s alright. You don’t have to pay for anything.’ The deep rumble of his voice made your insides shiver. 

“Are you sure? I can get you a tissue-”

“It’s fine, I was leaving anyway.” 

A curt nod was all you received before the man turned his broad back to you, striding out with confidently. You found it weird that not even a single person turned their head to look at the man in a white shirt with a large brown stain stretched across it. You pushed that thought out to the side as a wave of tiredness hit you again. Relieved that the situation didn’t get messy, you walked back to your dorm for a much needed nap.

On the other hand, people who had known the identity of the menacing man gawked at you, wondering how you had walked just out the place without a bullet in you. 

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“Achoo!” 

You wrapped your arms around yourself, visibly shivering as the cold air hit you. You almost whined at the warmth of Ushijima’s hand being pulled out of yours. But then a much larger and warmer fabric was thrown over your shoulders, you could've melted right there at its softness. Gazing up at him from under your lashes, you muttered out a small thanks as you nuzzled further into the collar of his cozy coat. You could've sworn you heard him sucking in his breath. His hand slipped into yours again, tugging you closer. You walked in silence, your mind still clouded by all that had happened in the span of half a night. 

“Well, that’s my building.” you said. Looking over at Ushijima’s face, you found it glowing under the illumination of the lights coming from past the entry gates.

“ Thank you for accompanying me tonight y/n.”

“ Oh, it was no big deal really. Plus, I enjoyed it a lot. Thank you for inviting me.” 

He gave you a small smile as his hand left yours and he turned around, ready to leave,

“Wait! Aren’t you going to…” You trailed off as he turned back, raising an eyebrow at your puzzled face. 

Your face contorted in confusion, was he not going to join you in your dorm? Especially after the bulge you’re sure you felt while you had been grabbing onto his thighs for support in the car earlier. 

 “...come inside?” You finished, your voice small and hesitant. 

His lips twitched upwards almost playfully, 

“Was the perverse exposition in the car not enough for you?”

“No!- I mean yes, it was.” You found your voice getting smaller and smaller. “But um- don’t you...need anything?” 

Your breath hitched in your throat as he took two long strides towards you, your face now an inch away from his chest. You felt a finger lift your chin as he brought his head close to your ear to whisper,

“Not now- I want to take my time with you” His teeth grazed down as he mumbled onto the skin of your neck, “- to learn every inch of you.” 

A small moan escaped past your throat. Pulling away, his intense burning gaze faded as a smirk formed on his lips, 

“Besides, we wouldn’t want you to wake the whole building up with your screams now would we?” 

Your eyes widened at that, causing a small laugh out of him. That only resulted in you getting more flustered.

“Ok then, I guess I’ll see you soon Ushijima-san.” 

“Wakatoshi” 

“Huh?” 

“It’s Wakatoshi for you.” He said, adjusting the collar of his coat on you and then leaning forward to press a gentle kiss against your brow. 

You tried to ignore the deafening drumming of your heartbeat in your ears as you muttered out a “Goodnight Wakatoshi”, earning a pleased look from the man himself. 

“Goodnight y/n.” 

 Was he really as vicious and bloodthirsty as he was known to be? But then who was the man who had just now made you drown in an ocean of pleasure and then tender affection? Walking away, you could only wonder of all that you were yet to receive from the dual faced man.

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N E ways, hardcore dom-sub rough sex in part two? ☉_☉

[fandomtransmandom]

2020 Wrapped:

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5-8 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work!

Okay, so as you know, ya boi is verbose af, so apologies, but I could only whittle it down to a top 10 (and one honorable mention.) I like to think my work has improved with time, so the older ones may be a bit rough, but here are my favs from 2020 and why (from most recent to oldest.)  

1.) Southern Comfort-Bill Hader, Teddy Redbones (Doc Now)/OFC

Synopsis: Teddy Redbones viciously despises his political opponent Savannah Harrison...by day. At night, the two tear into each other madly, hiding their secret affair from the world and their feelings from one another.

Why I Love: Honestly when @martymcdie88mph sent me a request that just asked for ‘Teddy Redbones laying down pipe’ I never expected the first fic about him to get the response it did, much less for it to lead to two more requests. It’s provided me with immeasurable laughter and I’m so glad there are others out there down to bone this angry southern dom.

2.) Frozen Dreams-Conan O’Brien/OFC

Synopsis: Receiving bad news while on their Christmas vacation at the height of ‘The Tonight Show’ upset, Conan deals with his grief, assisted by his partner, Molly.

Why I Love: Writing some Conan super angst was so cathartic and beautiful. Thank you @stunninconan for making this request and giving me the opportunity to do so. Just want to cherish our ginger smokeshow and let him know how deeply he’s loved.

3.) Flickering Beauty-Bill Hader, Little Vivvy (Doc Now)/Partners of Multiple Genders

Synopsis: Little Vivvy is away from her family, and her wealth, for the first time in 1970’s New York. As she tries to make it as a dancer, Vivvy undergoes the early stages of her transition and stumbles upon the accepting Ball scene, as well as some struggles of being a trans woman trying to live an authentic life.

Why I Love: I wrote this piece for NaNoWriMo 2020 and I knew going into it I would largely be composing it for myself. Beforehand I considered doing something that might draw in more readers, Reddie perhaps, but I'm so glad I went with my heart because this story is incredibly meaningful to me and I will love Vivvy until the end of my days.

4.) Breathe Me-Bill Hader, Barry/OFC

Synopsis: Barry is back in Cleveland after his discharge, working for Fuches, deeply depressed and feeling hopeless. After running into his childhood friend Annie, he discovers she’s doing sex work and offers to help her financially. But Annie refuses, saying there’s only one way she’ll accept payment from Barry.

Why I Love: One of many ideas I’ve worked on this year with @martymcdie88mph, though arguably our best. I received a lot of positive feedback on this piece that made me feel good about myself, and I simply love the dynamic between these two hurting characters.

5.) Lost and Found-Bill Hader, Reddie

Synopsis: When Richie loses the engagement ring he bought for Eddie, he panics, searching everywhere but finding nothing. Coming across the ring while cleaning, Eddie devises a plan to surprise Richie.

Why I Love: This one was based on a prompt from @halefirewarrior and I just think it’s cute and sweet. And it’s resulted in a dozen or so strangers on the internet telling me to ‘shut the fuck up,’ which is always amusing.

6.) Harmonious Monsters-Bill Hader, Vince Blight/OFC

Synopsis: Sociopathic power couple Vince and Stacy Blight live a hedonistic, extravagant existence based on kinky sex and a mutual disregard for humanity. As their ten year anniversary approaches, Vince reflects on the saga of their relationship.

Why I Love: Pretty sure this one appeals just to me, ha. I had a ball writing it. Getting into the heads of these characters was ridiculously fun and smut-wise it includes some of my favorite things.

7.) In The Midnight Hour-Bill Hader RPF, Priest AU

Synopsis: When Father Bill Hader sees a struggling trans man named Troy attending the weekly free meal offered by the church, he discovers Troy is homeless, offering him a place to stay in the basement. As they get to know one another, Troy tempts Bill and tests his faith in ways he never thought possible.

Why I Love: Writing this one for @phantomofthegallifreyanopera was cathartic for me. As a queer trans man who was trapped in a fundamental Christian community for a time, it felt like sweet vengeance to be able to flex my Biblical Studies degree for the sake of gay p*rn (trust me, it’s completely useless otherwise) and it was fun to see Father Bill teased into sin 😈

8.) Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger-Bill Hader, The Alan (SNL)/OFC

Synopsis: When Lily comes home to find The Alan on her doorstep, she can’t imagine why her friend got her such a silly, extravagant gift. That is, until she discovers the Adult Expansion Pack.

Why I Love: I was nervous about publishing this one and almost didn’t. I truly didn’t think y’all would be on board. But thank fuck everyone in this fandom is kinky as shit and this became one of the fics for which I get praised the most. I loved writing it and I’m so here for cranking out more weird shit all day every day.

9.) If The World Was Ending-Bill Hader, Barry/OFC

Synopsis: Barry knows that tomorrow he is likely to die, the Chechens seeking vengeance for the massacre at the monastery. For his last night, he wants nothing more than to spend it with Valerie. The problem: Valerie and Barry broke up months before when she discovered his true profession. Barry begs Valerie to see him, and for one final time, he finds solace in her arms.

Why I Love: When @erdankely gave me their concept for this request, I was unreasonably excited. So damn cool. And I just sobbed while I wrote it. Such a sl*t for Barry super angst any day of the week. Love this one and I’m pretty proud of how it turned out, actually.

10.) Miles Apart Inside-Bill Hader, Robbie Wheadlan (Doc Now)/OFC

Synopsis: While he’s awaiting trial for murder, Robbie Wheadlan and his lover Abbi reflect on the saga of their relationship.

Why I Love: Not only was this a piece that made me fall hardcore in love with a murderer who was on screen for maybe 15 minutes and has no redeemable attributes, but it strengthened my friendship with @stunninconan and for that I am grateful.

Honorable Mention: Later That Night- Conan O’Brien/OFC

Synopsis: Conan meets author Gwendolyn who comes on his show to promote her book.

Why I Love: This is the first fic I published back in July. I’m sure I would cringe like crazy if I tried to read it now at all the edits it needs, but I’m so, so happy I decided to post it and kept writing and sharing. Without this almost 48k monster about my orange pompadoured beloved and all the kind feedback from everyone, I wouldn’t be where I am today. Thank you all!

And I spend my days doing nothing other than hammering out alphabet p*rn of my own, so I apologize that I don't know who to tag to keep this going because I shamefully never take time to read. But feel free to do your own if you have creations you would like to share!i

[yikesharringrove]

There's a Jersey Mike's ad that says "your favorite sub, delivered right to your door" and it made me think of Steve.. Maybe Steve is some sort of sub for hire and Billy comes across his ad?

This made me LAUGH.

Sub for hire meet cute.

Smut

Holy SHIT this got really long omg

Ao3

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Billy was scrolling aimlessly, holding his dick in one hand, stroking lazily.

He was looking for something good, some pretty boy twink getting fucking destroyed.

He scrolled to the end of the page, and accidentally clicked on the add at the bottom of his screen.

“Oh fuck.” He tried to stop it loading, but then a dark webpage had loaded.

Subs 4 U - submissives for hire Your favorite subs delivered right to your door

He snorted, screenshotting the site, knew Heather would get a kick outta this.

He scrolled through, just curious about this site, the kind of work they did.

It was all laid out in steps.

Step 1: Pick your Sub

There were about twenty pictures, different people of different genders, all with bios and kink lists. He stopped on one.

The guy was hogtied on a bed, a ball gag in his mouth. He was looking at the camera with his big dark eyes, was basically saying fuck me, please through the photo. Billy read through his bio.

Steve, 24, he/they. Steve is a bratty sub that likes being bound, gagged, and fucked. He likes being tied up, chained down, suspended, slapped, and spanked. He likes a big cock and an even bigger toy. Into painplay, full domination, humiliation, and sissifiaction. Looking for a Sir/Ma’am, a Mommy/Daddy, or a Master/Mistress.

Billy stared at his bio.

Would it, would it be fucking stupid to do this? To hire a sub to come to his door?

Billy had never really done the BDSM thing. Sure, he was naturally dominant in the bedroom, and liked a bratty little bottom, but, for how much hardcore porn he watches, he’s never, tied someone up, or flogged them, or whatever.

He clicked on Steve’s name.

It pulled up a schedule, with the title Step 2: Book your time. Steve was booked three weeks out. Billy can see why. This page has even more pictures, pictures of him fingering his ass, or in pretty lingerie, even one where he’s cuffed to a bed, and fucking crying. Billy booked a time.

Step 3: Pick your scene.

There were a few levels.

Level 1: Light domination. Perfect for beginner dominates. Subs will bring a collection of toys and gear and discuss scene options before hand.

Level 2: Mild domination. For more experienced dominates that just like an easier ride.

Level 3: Full domination. For experienced dominates. Full control (within reason) of the submissive.

Level 4: Extreme domination. For regular dominates looking for more. Please discuss boundaries with submissive.

Billy clicked on level one.

He entered his phone number and address, and put in his credit card information. It was expensive, getting a mail order sub for three hours, but he looked back and Steve’s pictures and thought fuck it.

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Billy was making himself breakfast when his phone went off.

Unknown number: Hi Billy, it’s Steve, your sub for hire! I wanted to confirm our scene appointment and begin discussing expectations.

Billy stared at the text. He bit his lip.

Hi, Steve. Yes, you can confirm our appointment.

Steve (Sub): Great! You selected level one, meaning I’ll bring a selection of toys and gear I like to play with. Do you know much about BDSM?

I mean, I watch a lot of porn.

Steve (Sub): lol 😊 I mean like, for reals.

I’ve done some research, but very little.

Steve (Sub): Do some more before we get together. We’ll just stick with cuffs and stuff so you don’t have to worry about rope. Please get tested if you haven’t after your most recent partner, think about a safeword so you can have that ready, and what you want me to call you. Let me know if there’s anything special you want me to bring or wear. Can’t wait! 🌷

Billy stared at the little pink flower.

So he was really doin’ this. Huh.

-

Billy got a few books on BDSM to peruse during the next three weeks.

He did everything Steve asked, watched videos on some of the things Steve had listed in his bio, tutorials on how to do them safely. He got tested, came back clean as a damn whistle, and thought a lot about what he wanted for their scene.

So by the time there was a knock on his door, he was ready.

He smiled at Steve, who grinned brightly at him.

“Hi! You’re Billy, right?”

“Yeah, that’s me. Come on in.”

“Thank God. You wouldn’t believe the amount of times I’ve gone to the wrong apartment.” Billy laughed. Steve was easy to be around. He was light and happy and made some of the tension ease from his shoulders. “So, you wanna get right to it?”

“’Course.”

“You’ve got three hours. That includes set up and aftercare. Did you do some more research?” Steve had placed his big duffel bag on Billy’s coffee table, was pulling out cuffs and dildos and gags and impact toys.

“Yes, I did. Real research.”

“Cool! You got any ideas?” Billy looked at the spread Steve had brought.

He doesn’t really feel comfortable with impact yet, has been known to lose himself in things like that, and he really didn’t want to hurt Steve. He eyed a big dildo while picking up the set of nice leather padded cuffs.

“I want to start fairly easy. Cuff you up, stretch you open, fuck you.” Steve had a serious look on his face.

“Yeah, that’s cool. What would you like from me?”

“I love a good brat, so if you wanna play that up.” Steve smirked at him. “And, uh, any of the names you listed in your bio are cool.”

“Sir, is kinda my go to. And my safeword is licorice. Did you think of one?”

“I was thinkin’ Radagast.” It was the first thing that had come to mind. Steve grinned at him.

“You’re a nerd. That’s so cute.” Billy tried not to flush. “Okay, cool. So like, do you have any hard boundaries? I don’t fuck with piss and shit, and I don’t like being left alone, especially while bound or in subspace.”

“That all sounds good. I uh, I don’t want to be hit at all, and I don’t want to hit you.”

“Okay, cool. And what are you looking for in terms of aftercare?”

“Isn’t that, like the dom’s job?”

“Nah, doms need after lovin’ too. I like cuddling afterwards, but if that makes you uncomfortable, I’m good with that. I got a cat at home that’ll snuggle with me.” Billy pictured Steve curled up in a thick sweater, a cat curled into his chest.

It was cute.

“I like cuddling.” Steve smiled at him, nodding once.

“Alright, let’s walk through our scene step by step. What are you looking for?”

“Uh, I think I wanted to strip you, if that’s okay.”

“Yeah! Just don’t rip my clothes.” Billy huffed a laugh. “I’m not kidding, some asshole cut off a dress I was wearing, and I was so mad.”

“Alright, I’ll be careful.” Steve raised an eyebrow at him. “Okay, so after that, I want to cuff you. Like, arms behind your back?”

“That works.”

“And then, uh, make you suck me off, then get you stretched open, make you take this,” he held up the big dildo. “And then fuck you.”

“Great! Feel free to play into the scene, if you want to do some orgasm denial, prostate milking, whatever strikes you along those lines, is good with me.”

“Okay. I think all of that sounds good.” Steve smiled brightly at him, standing up. “And I got tested. I’m clean and I have the test results if you’d like to see them.”

“No need. I believe you.” Billy nodded once. “We can begin when you’re ready then!”

“You’re all good?”

“Yep.”

“Alright then, let’s begin.”

“Go ahead.” Billy grabbed his face, made Steve’s breath hitch in his chest.

“What was that?”

“Go ahead, Sir.”

The switch was immediate. Steve’s eyes were hazy, his body deflating just a little bit, submitting to Billy.

“Say it again.”

“Yes, Sir.” Billy let go of his face. He reached for the hem of his shirt, yanking it over his head. Steve made a disgruntled noise. “Oh, what, Baby? Don’t like it when I get rough?”

Steve shook his head.

“Words.”

“No, Sir. I don’t like it when you get rough.”

“That’s too bad, Princess. ‘Cause this isn’t about you.” He undid Steve’s jeans, pulling them down, slapping Steve’s legs to indicate which one he should step out of.

He brushed his hands along Steve’s body as he stood up.

Steve was watching him with dark eyes.

“Turn around.” Billy leaned to pick up the leather padded cuffs. Steve pouted. Billy cock stirred.

“Don’t wanna.” Billy grabbed his face again.

“Wasn’t a fucking question.” He was fully hard now, his dick flushed a pretty pink color. “Turn. Around.”

Steve did as he was told, hands behind his back for Billy to cuff.

They were each secured with a shiny silver buckle, and Billy silently thanked Steve for bringing them, not making Billy figure out rope.

He finished cuffing Steve, plastering himself to the back of his body, grinding his hard dick into Steve’s ass.

Steve sighed out a moan.

“Feel how hard you’re makin’ me, Sugar?” He leaned forward to nose along Steve’s neck. He titled his head, baring his neck for Billy. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

“Anything you want, Sir. Let you do anything.”

“Of course you will. ‘Cause you don’t have any choice.” Steve whined, pressing his ass back against the front of Billy’s hips.

Billy pushed off him, sitting heavily in his armchair.

Steve looked over his shoulder, eyes all big and pouty.

“C’mere, Baby.” Steve was on his in a flash, nestling in his lap, looking through his lashes at Billy. Billy sighed. “Did I say you could sit on my lap?”

“Just, just wanna be close to you.” Billy grabbed his face again.

“What did I say?” He spoke slowly.

“This isn’t about me.” He let go of his face, petting softly over his hair for a second. “It doesn’t matter what I want.”

“Good boy.” Steve melted. Billy leaned forward, his breath ghosting over Steve’s neck. “Now get on your knees.”

Steve slid off him, settling between Billy’s thighs. He leaned forward right away, nuzzling his face into the hard line of Billy’s cock.

Billy grabbed his hair, yanking him back.

Steve whimpered.

“You’re not listening to me, Brat. I didn’t give you permission to touch me.” Steve’s bottom lip trembled.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll be good, I’ll listen. Wanna be good for you, Sir.” His eyes were all gooey with tears. Billy was fucking delighted, wanted to make him cry.

He leaned back, opening his belt slowly.

Steve watched with bated breath as he undid his jeans, pulling his cock out.

Billy stroked over himself, made a real show of it, swiping his thumb over the head. Steve was watching him intently.

“Go get me the lube, Sugar.” Steve flicked his eyes up to look at him.

“But my hands-”

“Figure it out. Go on. Be a good boy.” Steve’s breath caught in his chest.

He turned around on his knees, shuffling awkwardly to the coffee table. He was totally gonna have rug burn on his knees.

He bent over the table to pick up the lube with his mouth. Billy admired his ass, his skin pale and smooth.

Steve came back to him, bottle of lube in his mouth.

Billy took it, petting over Steve’s hair some more.

“Go fetch your toy.” Steve rolled his eyes. Billy leaned over, grabbing his face again.

He spat right on Steve’s face. His lashes fluttered.

“Did you roll your eyes?”

“I’m sorry, Sir.” Steve’s eyes had gone bright and watery. Billy resolved to make Steve cry at least once before their time was up.

“Go get your toy, and I’ll decided if you deserve to play with it.”

Steve shuffled to the coffee table, picking up the dildo, his mouth wrapped around the side of the toy like a dog with a bone. He brought it back to Billy.

He sat ramrod straight, looking up at Billy through his lashes. Billy set the dildo with the lube on the little side table.

Billy began stroking himself again.

“Open your mouth.” Steve’s doe eyes were wide as he opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out.

Billy grabbed the back of his hair, and slammed his face down onto his cock.

Steve choked when Billy hit the back of his throat. Billy pulled him off.

“You want me to fuck your face like that, Baby?” Didn’t want to get too rough, wanted to give him an out.

“Yes, Sir. Use my face. Use me.” Billy grinned, pushing Steve back onto his cock.

He guided him up and down, shoving Steve’s head down as far as he could. He could feel Steve relaxing around him, breathing deeply through his nose, keeping his throat open.

He moved his tongue expertly against the underside of him.

“How many cocks you had in this little whore mouth a’ yours? I bet lots. Such a slut.”

Steve whimpered against him. Billy tugged his hair to pull him off.

“Your ass feel as good as your mouth?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He took one moment admiring how red and swollen his lips were, shiny and slick with spit, a thread of saliva still connecting him to the head of Billy’s dick.

“Ask me to touch you. Beg for it.”

“Please, Sir. I want-I need you to touch me. I’ll do anything you want, Sir. I’ll make you feel so good, just please touch me, please.”

And they were the tears.

Billy’s gut roared as a few dripped down his cheeks, as his bottom lip trembled.

“Shh, Princess. So pretty when you beg.” He leaned back in the armchair, patting his lap.

Steve scrambled to sit on his lap, looking at Billy through his lashes. Billy wiped at his tears, sliding his hands down his body, digging his fingers into his soft hips.

“Ask me again.”

“Please touch me. I’ll make you feel so good. Let you do whatever you want.”

“‘Course you will.” He made a big show of slicking up a few of his fingers.  Steve’s breaths were short as he reached around him.

One finger went it easy, Steve’s body giving in to him.

“Such a perfect little cockslut. Sucking me in, so greedy.”

Steve melted against him, tucking his head in Billy’s neck.

“Feels so good, Sir.”

He curled his finger, gently brushing against Steve’s prostate, just teasing.

Steve pressed a soft kiss to his neck.

Billy pushed in another finger, pulling them apart, spreading Steve open.

He pressed them in deep, curling them, drilling the tips of his fingers into Steve’s prostate.

Steve keened and whined, his back arching, fucking himself back on Billy’s fingers.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Being so good for me, Sugar.”

Billy crammed another finger inside him, Steve’s body fluttering around his digits.

“You want another one? Or do you want your toy?”

“Whatever you think I deserve, Sir.”

“Good answer, Slut.” Billy pulled out his fingers, slicking up the big pink dildo.

Billy lined up the dildo, using one hand to spread his cheeks open.

Steve’s back went stiff as he began to push the toy inside.

“Relax, Princess. Be good for me.” Steve was taking deep breaths, relaxing his body as the toy pushed inside, stretched him open.

He pushed the toy in as far as it would go, the flat base of it sitting flush against Steve ass.

Steve’s breaths were shaky.

“Did so good for me. Took your toy so nice. Does it feel good?”

“Feels so good, Sir. Thank you.” Billy pet over his ass, just left the toy shoved inside Steve.

And then he tugged on the base, began slowly fucking Steve with it.

Steve just took it, a pliant little mess in Billy’s lap His cock was hard and hot against Billy’s, smearing pre over both their stomachs.

“You wanna cum on your toy? Or do you want my cock?”

“Want, want your cock, Sir.”

“Do you deserve my cock?” He pushed the toy in a little harder, a little faster, making Steve gasp sharply.

“No, Sir. I don’t deserve anything.”

“No, you don’t, you little brat. You don’t deserve anything I give you.”

“I know I don’t, Sir. Thank you for giving it to me anyway!” Steve was writhing in his lap, Billy could tell he was close.

“Such a spoiled little Princess.”

“Yes! I’m so spoiled.” Billy was moving the dildo fast in and out of him, slick sounds and Steve’s moans filling the apartment.

“You gonna cum?”

“Yes!”

“Beg for it!”

“Please, Sir, I need to cum. I’m so close, please.”

Billy kept fucking him with the toy, leaning forward to speak right into his ear.

“Cum.”

Steve just about screamed when he came.

He covered the front of Billy’s shirt with his spunk, his hips stuttering and grinding, his back arching.

It was beautiful to watch, he fell apart so completely, his eyes squeezing closed.

Billy slowed his hand as Steve’s body relaxed, his chest heaving.

“Thank you.” His words were slurred together.

Billy pulled the toy out, made Steve gasp and whine.

“Gonna use you like the little toy you are.”

“Yes, Sir.” Steve was limp against him as Billy rolled on a condom, shifting Steve to seat him on his cock.

Billy leaned back against the armchair.

“Move.”

Steve blinked up at him.

“But,” his voice trailed off.

“Said I was gonna use you like a little toy. Means you’re gonna get me off.” Steve poked his bottom lip out a little. “Go ahead.”

His thighs were shaking as he lifted up, dropping back down onto Billy’s cock.

Billy was close, watching Steve fall apart had made him painfully hard.

Steve just kept fucking himself, his eyes hazy.

“Tighten up.” His muscles contracted around Billy. He kept going, taking sharp gasps every time Billy hit his prostate.

Billy reached down to play with his over sensitive cock.

“Sir, please-”

“I take what I want, Stevie.” Steve clamped his jaw shut, his bottom lip wobbling.

Billy so wanted him to cry.

“Faster.” He let out a little sob as he moved faster. “Faster.”

And Steve starting crying for real, his cock an angry red, hard again in Billy’s tight grip, his thighs shaking, his inner walls fluttering.

“You gonna cum for me again?”

“Don’t, don’t think I can.” Billy tightened his hold on his cock, jerking him fast.

“Cum, Princess. Wanna see it.”

He sobbed out, his sore cock giving a valiant kick some cum spurting onto Billy’s hand.

Billy bucked his hips, spilling out into the condom, breathing heavy.

He lifted Steve to pull out of him, uncuffing his hands.

“How you doin’?” Steve took a few deep breaths, wrapping his arms around Billy’s shoulders.

“Real good.”

“Everything okay?”

“Everything was fucking great.” Billy laughed, rubbing up and down Steve’s back. He checked his watch.

“We still have an hour, if you wanna cuddle. We could go to bed.” Steve nuzzled into his shoulder.

“I’d like that.” Billy took off the condom, tucking his cock back in his jeans.

He shuffled Steve about, lifting him up as he stood.

He dumped the condom in the trash on his way to the bedroom, putting Steve softly on his bed.

He took off his clothes, sliding under the covers to tangle around Steve.

“That was a good scene.”

“Yeah? I do okay?”

“Yeah, first timer. Did real okay.” Billy huffed a laugh. Steve took a shaky breath. “We could do it again sometime. If you wanted. I’d give you a uh, discounted price.”

“How good of a discount we talkin’?”

“Buy me dinner, get a free session.”

“I think that sounds like a good deal.” Steve smiled up at him. Snuggled a little closer.

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Lovely Boys [Chapter Two]

Summary: Janus and Logan are both in love with Remus, it’s just a matter of who can convince Remus of their feelings first. 

Trigger warnings: NSFW, real hardcore insecurity, not the healthiest habits, rough sex, being caught (kind of, they’re not walked in on), mention of abusive and negligent past exes who neglected proper BDSM rules, some very rude degrading self talk, sl*t as an endearing term, there’s some stuff that could be considered dubious consent (none of it is sexual)

Genre: Hurt/Comfort smut (Sub Remus, dom Logan, switch Janus), intruloceit 

Written by: Virgil & Claire

Edited by: Virgil 

A/N: This will probably be a four parter, if not a three. Hope you enjoy. Oh, also! Last time, the read more didn’t work the first time, so if there’s no read more, please let me know so I can fix it. ~Virgil

Part One

The next morning, Remus had no desire to get up for class, instead snuggling deeper into Logan’s arms and burying his face in Logan’s chest. 

Nuzzling lightly, Logan yawned and stretched. "Mmm… Morning, pet…"

Remus giggled sleepily. “Morning, sir.” 

"What time is it? When do you have classes?" Petting Remus gently, he rubbed behind his ears.

Remus melted into his touch and patted around for his phone. “Mm… Half an hour ago. It’s 8:30.” 

Tisking softly, he sighed. "You should have woken me, I would have assisted you in getting ready…. your education is important, my dear. However, one missed class is alright every once in a while, I suppose. Kiss?" 

Remus resisted the urge to admit that he hadn’t gone to that particular class all semester. He kissed Logan softly, resting a hand on the side of his face. Humming into the kiss, Logan nipped Remus' lips lightly for entrance. Remus immediately let his mouth fall open with a hitch of breath. 

Stroking down his back, Logan kissed deeper, twining their tongues as he tugged him close by his ass. "Mmm~" Remus’ hips bucked against Logan’s, and he pressed closer, ignoring his stomach growling. Slowly pulling back, Logan grinned. "Food first, dear~" 

“Yes, sir,” he said with a pout, and followed Logan into the kitchen. 

Stroking Remus' ass, he chuckled. "After, this is all mine, sweetness~ " 

Helping to make food, Logan started the coffee. "I would like to know your schedule so that I may assist you in getting to class, studying…"

Remus stiffened a little. “Okay. It’s on my desk, if you want to look at it.” 

Stroking his cheek, he kissed him softly. "I promise it's only to assist you and not distract you when you should be learning, dear one."

He smiled. “I know.” 

Picking up the paper, he hummed. "What worries you then, dear? How may I assist?"

“I’m good!” He took down three plates and started piling them with food. “Nothing’s the matter.” 

Humming, he sat at the table, taking a picture of the schedule and stealing a stroke to his hip. "Very well…. come sit? It looks wonderful!"

Remus blushed. “Thanks…” He sat in the chair next to Logan. 

Grinning, he slid a little closer so Remus can lean if he wants, taking a bite. "Mmm, delicious~!"

Remus stole a quick kiss, and busied himself with eating. He couldn’t wait to tell Janus… A boy actually liked him. 

Smiling, Logan rested a hand on Remus' thigh as they ate. He's so adorable… How the heck has nobody scooped him up?!

Remus found himself starting to babble as they ate, mind wandering into anything and everything on his mind, most of it gravitating to the plots of his favourite horror movies and comics. Humming, Logan tried to keep up, steering commentary to keep Remus in the present, making sure he's eating and drinking. 

Janus hummed as he came in and headed for the coffee maker. "Skipping again, Rem? Why didn't you drop that class?"

Remus stiffened. He kept his gaze away from Logan. “Can’t,” he managed. “Gen-Ed.”

Logan sighed and cupped his face. "Do you need help with it, or is it the time that it's offered? We can talk to the professor, dear."

“It’s not a big deal,” he insisted, secretly pissed at Janus for giving it away. “Jan-Jan, guess what? Logan asked me to be his boyfriend!” 

Smiling softly as Janus nearly choked on his coffee, Logan encouraged Remus into his lap. "Indeed… And my dear one has agreed to give me that honor~!"

Remus crawled into Logan’s lap with a bright grin, missing the way Janus’ face crumples. “Isn’t that so great? I have a boyfriend!” 

"You do indeed, my sweet boy! And a lovely friend who is happy for you, yes?" Curling around Remus, he petted his hair. 

Janus choked out a sound that could be agreement. "That, that's great…. Are you moving, or…?" 

Remus frowned. “I didn’t think about that.” He looked to Logan. “Did you want me to?”

Stroking his cheek, he considered. "I wouldn't want to uproot you�� We can consider it for the future?"

He nodded. “When are you going to get a boyfriend, Jan-Jan? Ever going to go out with one of the boys on the debate team?” Remus witnessed plenty of boys give Janus their numbers or invite him to hang out. It was beyond Remus why Janus never accepted. 

Chuckling, Logan hummed. "I think he has his eyes on someone other than the team, dear one…" 

Remus pouted. “Why don’t I know about this? Who is he?!” 

Logan chuckled softly, kissing his forehead. "Well, has he flirted with anyone? Acted super caring, carried things…" 

Janus flushed. Oh, shut up! Just because I turned you down… Logan, you bitch!

Remus shrugged, looking lost. “I’ve never actually seen him hang out with anyone but me.” 

Smiling, Logan hummed. "And why can't he have a crush on you, baby? You're adorable!"

His eyes widened. “What?” He laughed nervously. “No, that’s not… What?”

Winking at Janus, he chuckled and kissed Remus gently. "Mmm, but let's let him figure that out, yes? That's a personal thing…"

Remus ducked his head with a bright blush. The thought of Janus returning his feelings… Gave Remus some thoughts that probably wouldn’t make Logan too happy. 

Kissing his ear, Logan smiled, whispering, "I was one of the ones that offered my number… I'd be okay with making him our third, pet~"

Remus buried his face in Logan’s neck and blushed bright red. “He doesn’t want that,” he mumbled. “I’m just his friend.” 

Rolling his eyes at Janus, Logan sighed. "If you say so, baby… Just eat up, hmm?"

Remus finished eating quickly, getting syrup and butter all over his mouth and chin. “Janny, how many classes do you have today? Do you wanna go somewhere?”

Janus sighed as he passed over a cloth. "I have two… At 10 and 2. Perhaps a movie after dinner again?"

Logan chuckled, cleaning Remus' face. "I have a class at 1 and 4… We can do lunch if you want Janus for the evening?" 

He smiled. “Okay! That sounds good.”

Kissing Remus deeply, Logan grinned. "So sweet, baby~" 

Heading out, Janus sighed. "Don't have too much fun then, Remus…"

Remus blushed and glanced at Logan out of the side of his vision. 

Logan laughed as he cuddled Remus. "Mmm, I promise to leave the common areas in one piece~"

“Are we going again?” Remus asked. 

Stroking Remus' hips, Logan hums. "Do you want to, little one, or just cuddle and kiss and see where it goes?"

Remus whined a little bit and cuddled into him. “I want whatever you want.”

"Want to be mine in whatever way you can get, hmm~?" Lifting under Remus' ass, he stroked, taking them back to the bedroom as he claimed his lips again. Remus whimpered against his mouth and pulled him closer, squirming. Logan chuckled and laid Remus on his back to stroke over his body proudly. "So gorgeous~!"

Remus grinned and laid his arms out, opening himself up to Logan. 

Helping him position himself, he grinned. "Hands over your head, crossed like so… And legs open. Show me your submission~" Remus’ pants tented as he obeyed, his skin tingling. "That's a good boy!" Kissing at Remus' chest, he grinned. "Mmm, tempted to get you a collar, my slut… Show everyone you're claimed!"

Remus moaned softly, hips bucking. “You would?”

Stroking the straining cock, he nodded. "I would… If you want it discrete it could just say daddy's little slut~"

Remus moaned louder and thrusted into his touch. “Ah, yes- Yes, please! Please!” 

Stroking, Logan grinned, helping Remus out of his clothes and testing the stretch of his hole. "Mmm, my good little cock slut~!"

Remus whined and spread his legs. “Nng, master, please!”

Logan slid a pillow under him and carefully eased the plug out. "Mmm, master's clean, should we make a mess of you, my boy~?"

Remus clenched and nodded. It probably wasn’t the smartest decision, but he didn’t think about that. “Yes— Please!” 

Petting the fluttering hole, he thought as he searched for a condom. "Next time… Need to see your test results too, baby… We'll go together, so you can see I’m telling the truth, too." 

He whined. “Master, please…!” 

Sliding the condom on, he shushed him as he teased his hole. "Shhh… You're still getting master's cock, baby~ !"

Remus gripped Logan’s hands as Logan pressed inside. Remus thrust back into him with a whimper. “Nng… Master…”

Kissing him deeply, Logan groaned as he slowly fucked him. "Mine~ So good for me, my pretty slut~!"

“Ah, yes, yours!” Remus pulled him closer. “Harder, harder please?”

Lifting Remus’ legs over his elbows, he grinned, taking Remus harder and faster. "So eager to be unable to walk again, pet~?"” 

Remus had class later. He definitely was not going. 

“Yes, yes, please!” Remus gasped and came with a whine, gripping onto Logan. 

Lifting easily, Logan growled, pounding Remus until the bed rocked under them, biting at his lips. "Good~! Cum as much as you want, pet…. clench hard~!"

Remus whimpered and gasped, clenching and spreading his legs. “Master— Master, please!”

Moaning out, Logan shivered and came hard into the condom, taking the chapped lips for another deep kiss. Remus came a second time, a little smaller, and whined into his mouth. 

Sliding back a little, he hummed, stroking Remus through the high. "Such a good pet… " Remus clung to him with teary eyes, grinning. Kissing under his eyes, he smiled as he pulled out. "How do you feel, sweet one?"

“Good,” he panted. “Really good.” 

Logan disposed of the condoms and stole more kisses as he wrapped Remus around him and pressed him into the bed. "Lovely… I'm glad~ "

Remus sighed happily and cuddled into him, yawning. 

Petting him softly, Logan smiled. "That's a good boy…. so precious…" 

Remus kissed his jaw softly. “I’m glad you’re here. I like being with you.”

"You like being touched, cared for… Not so much the schooling?" Logan guessed. 

He blushed and settled back against Logan’s chest with a little nod. “My parents wanted me to go to college. They didn’t care what for, just as long as I’m here.”  

"Ah… and what do you really want to do, baby? No wrong answers, just dream…"

He shrugged. “I don’t really know. I just like being right here. With you.”

Chuckling, Logan nodded. "Mmm, well you've got a boyfriend, give it to the end of the semester, try for me?" 

Remus nodded a little. “Yeah… Okay.”

"Just want you to have the best you can, dear one… That might be a stay at home boyfriend, or something that doesn't take school, or you may find something you really want to study… But make the most of this semester, don't give up?" Petting his face, he cuddled Remus, giving him soft kisses.

Remus didn’t answer, just kissed him back softly. He could be happy laying here until he starved to death. 

Humming, Logan petted him. "Mmm, you're so content when you're submitting… Wishing you could just hand your life over and be someone's toy, pet?" Remus hated to admit it, but that was exactly what he wanted. He nodded slowly. "Oh baby…" Stroking his cheek, he hummed as he thought. "We could try that if you want? I have a solo apartment… "

Remus’ heart jolted in excitement, but he hesitated. “But then… Jan-Jan would have to find a new roommate. He can’t afford the rent by himself.” 

Logan bit his lip, nodding. "How about you live here, but instead of class you come to my apartment, I can leave you lists of tasks, play with you… It would be like a job, but your job is being my pet?"

“I would love that!” He deflated again. “But… My parents would be mad if I’m not in school.”

Logan stroked the thin cheek. "Do they get reports on your schooling, pet?" Remus nodded meekly. Nuzzling lightly, he sighed. "Tell me more? That doesn't sound like a nice thing to do…."

He shrugged. “They just want to keep me on track. It’s not a big deal.”

"My parents just give me a call once a week… And what track? Their plan for you, or encouraging you in what makes you happy, baby?"

“They don’t really care either way. They just… Want me to be successful. To be, uh… Presentable.” 

"Presentable? Darling one…" Cuddling him to his chest, Logan sighed. "I should just take you to one of my parents' parties… Is being arm candy at a high society party presentable enough?"

Remus’ eyebrows raised. “Probably!” 

Snickering, Logan nodded, raising Remus' hand for a soft kiss. "I should reintroduce myself then… Logan Taylor, next CEO of Taylor Pharmaceuticals…"

Remus squealed a little and threw himself at Logan. “I should tell my parents!” He gushed. “They’ll be so proud!” 

Catching him easily, he laughed. "Or, you could tell them you're moving in with an independently wealthy boyfriend and watch them lose their minds~?"

“That sounds fun, too! I’ll do both!” He giggled and held onto Logan tightly. “You want me to move in with you? I have to tell Janus!” All concerns of leaving Janus alone wiped from his mind in his excitement. 

"I do indeed… I can pay the rest of this year's rent for him as if you were here, that way he doesn't have to worry." Nuzzling, he cuddled the excited boy in his arms.

He nodded. “Okay! I gotta- I gotta pack!” He squealed and jumped up, running for his closet. 

Leaning back, he smiled softly as he watched. "Mmm, anything you want to replace, we can trash on our way to my car, sugar… Want to get a collar on our way to my apartment~?"

“Yes!” He squealed from inside the closet. “Yes, please!” 

Checking the time, he chuckled softly, then got up to help Remus pack. "Janus should be back soon…"

“Yeah! And then I get to tell him!” Remus gathered up his sketchbooks and dumped them into his open luggage, and threw his dirty laundry on top. 

"Very true…" Following after to gently arrange things to fit better, he smiled, mentally adding a trip to the art store to his list. 

Remus packed in record speed, and dragged his luggage out of his room. 

Giving his ass a squeeze, Logan smiled. "Got it all, baby boy?"

He giggled and covered his face to hide his blush. “Yes, sir!” 

"I'll take these to the car, you double check your room and the bathroom, slut~!"

“Yes, sir!” He kissed Logan quickly, and dashed back to his room. 

Taking the bags down, he loaded his car slowly, watching for Janus. His car pulled into the parking lot a moment later, a shitty little pickup truck that looked at least ten years old. He stepped out, and froze as he saw Logan, and the luggages. 

Waving him over, Logan sighed. "Can we talk a moment, Janus?"

Janus straightened up and steeled himself as he walked over. “I assume he’s made his decision? You’re taking him?” 

Humming, he nodded. "He has… He told me about his parents, how unhappy he is at school and I offered him an out. However, I can't leave you hanging. I'm offering to pay his share as if he were still here, and you're always a welcome guest at my apartment. In addition, if Remus' parents make things difficult for you, I can get you a better place to stay in my same building if you wish?"

Janus glared and looked away, throwing up the anger to hide his heartbreak. “I don’t need anything from you,” he growled. “Just take him and go.”

He stomped back towards his truck, hands shaking. 

"Janus! Wait! At least say your goodbyes… He's inside." Frowning, he sighed. "I'm not trying to take him, just keep him safe…"

“Right. Because he could never be safe with someone like me.” Janus unlocked the truck and jumped inside. “Don’t pity me, Logan. Just get it over with. If you’re going to take him, at least be honest about it.” 

"I don't want to take him from you, I want to take you both away from here! Damnit, Janus…"  Hand reaching to stop the door from shutting, he panted, "Why can't you see it's not a competition… Why didn't you call me back?!"

Janus grit his teeth. “Because I wanted Remus.”

Hand sliding down, Logan’s heart broke just a little. "O-oh… But, you had him… you have him, and you didn't… He told me that I was the first to want him for more than one night?"

“Like you said,” he mumbled, eyes on the peeling steering wheel, “I didn’t want to take advantage of him. I was waiting for him to come to me. And don’t…” He sighed. “Don’t take that personally. It’s nothing on you. I just- I wanted Remus. I was waiting for him.”

"Then don't leave,” Logan insisted. “He's as dense as a brick, but he cares for you. I'll get him away from his parents, because he doesn't need that abuse… However, you can't leave. He needs you! Put on your big boy pants and show him that you care!"

Janus raised his hands a bit and dropped them. “What do you want from me? He chose you.”

Leaning in, he took Janus' chin. "You don't know~? Think…" How could they both be so stupid? 

Janus’ eyes flicked down, and back up. “You weren’t serious?”

Sighing, he stroked his pale cheek. "I tell no falsehoods… But, I understand, it's usually one partner. You didn't even believe me when I told you who I was, said that there was no way I would be at this small school." Stepping back, he sighed, going to turn away.

Janus’ hands trembled. “You meant it?” He choked out. 

"Yes, why?" Logan raised an eyebrow, wondering which part he referred to.

Janus looked… Lost. “How could you have Remus all to yourself, and still want me?”

Logan’s voice softened, reaching out. "Janus, come here?" Janus stayed frozen in his truck, keys floating beside the ignition. Logan thought for a moment, before making his voice deeper, ordering, "Janus. Come to me, dear…. Now~"

Janus swallowed. He stepped out of the truck and stopped in front of him. 

Smiling, he took Janus' hands and squeezed comfortingly. "Thank you, Janus… Now, I want to repeat: I want you. I have since our first debate. I also want Remus, since I first ran into him, he just called to me… I want you both, together."

Janus wet his lips. His hands were sweaty. “Does Remus want that?” 

"He didn't say one way or the other… But he didn't react when I said I was polyam." Raising a hand, he kissed Janus' palm. "Do you want to try?" 

Janus did. He desperately wanted to. Nothing sounded better than having Logan and Remus in his arms, in his bed. 

“Would that make him happy?”

"Would it make you happy, dear? You said that you wanted him… Am I in that picture at all?" He frowned softly. "Am I just a way to Remus?"

Janus hesitated, and shook his head. “I want you, too,” he admitted in a whisper. 

Perking up, he smiled. "You- You do? Really?" 

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat and looked away. “Yeah.” 

"Oh! Kiss me then, hmm?" Stepping in, he smiled softly. "I've always wanted to kiss you~ "

Janus covered Logan’s mouth. “Remus’ permission first.” 

Pouting, he nodded with a blush. "That's fair… Sorry, I got carried away."

“It’s fine,” he mumbled and locked his truck. “Let’s just get back to him. I’ll let you do the talking.”

"Okay… He's likely worrying. Please, may I give you money so you can make rent, dear?" Watching over him, he frowned at the state of his vehicle.

“I have the money,” Janus snapped. He gripped Logan’s hand and dragged him towards the apartment complex entrance. “I don’t need yours.”

Squeezing his hand, he hummed. "I know you have money, I just feel, uh, wrong, taking Remus and not helping with his portion of the rent?"

Janus swallowed. He hadn’t realized when Logan invited him into their relationship, it didn’t extend to his home as well. “I don’t need your help.” 

Sighing, his shoulders dropped. "Would you accept an offer of moving in as well? Please? I know money and things aren't the best tokens to offer in a relationship, but… consider it?" I need you to be safe and close… I didn't start with my home because I thought you'd never accept… Please, please, Janus.

Janus looked at Logan through the side of his eye. “My lease ends next month.”

Smiling, he perked up. "Is that a yes?!"

Janus hid a smile. “It’s a maybe.” 

Hugging him softly, he smiled. "At least come by? You promised Rem a movie night… I'll make popcorn?"

“If he doesn’t reject me and end our friendship, yes, I’ll come over tonight.” 

"Perfect." Tugging him inside, he smiled wide. "Remus… Look who I found, baby?"

Remus, sitting at the kitchen table with his face crumpled in worry, brightened up and shot to his feet. “Jan-Jan!” He threw himself into Janus’ arms, squeezing him tightly. “You guys are both late.” 

"Sorry, love… I had a few questions for him.." Smiling lightly, he watched them interact for a moment.

Janus hugged Remus tightly, only pulling away when he did. “Is everything okay?” Remus asks with a worried frown. “Did you tell him? Is he upset?” He took a small step back, eyes flitting between the two nervously. 

"He was a little, but I explained and I believe things are settled for now. How would you feel about maybe Janus moving in with us when your lease is up next month, baby?" Stroking Remus' cheek, he smiled.

Confusion flashed across his face. “I mean… I would love that, but…” He looked at Janus with a frown. “Wouldn’t you feel like a third wheel?” 

"About that… We also discussed something about our relationship. I am polyamourous…. Do you know what that means?" Reaching out, he offered a hand to Janus in support.

Remus frowned, not noticing Janus and Logan lacing fingers. “I’m not a baby.” 

"I know you aren't… But I had to ask. What would you think about Janus joining our relationship, dear one? He has admitted to having feelings for you…" Blushing, he hummed. "...  I wouldn't mind sharing him with you~!"

Remus’ face flushed bright red. “Logan, we talked about this-” He froze as Logan’s words caught up with him. “He what?” 

Janus cleared his throat and looked away. “I don’t know how you could have missed it all this time, but… Yes. I… I want you.” 

Gently pushing Remus closer to Janus, he smiled. "Well… What do you think, baby? Upgrade to two boyfriends~?"

Remus held his hands close to his chest, trying not to bounce in excitement. “You like me?” He asked Janus. 

Janus sighed and took his hands. “Remus. Yes. You moron.” He leaned in and kissed Remus’ forehead, who dissolved into helpless giggles. 

Chuckling, Logan grinned. "So cute… Give him a fucking kiss, J…"

Janus nuzzled into the side of Remus’ face, who giggled with tears in his eyes. “Can I?” Janus murmured, and he nodded frantically. 

Janus kissed Remus softly, breathing in and tangling his fingers in Remus’ oily hair. Smiling softly, Logan leaned on the doorframe, watching them finally figure it out. He pulled out his phone and took a picture.  

Remus pulled away when he felt like he was going to explode, burying his face in Janus’ neck. Janus held him tentatively, his face dazed. 

"So, how do you feel, my dears…" Coming over, he stroked them both, playing with their hair.

“I feel like if you try to take him away from me now, I’ll commit murder,” Janus snapped. Remus giggled and nuzzled into him, not showing any sign of letting go soon. His face was the image of pure bliss- Two boys who wanted him indefinitely, two. 

Laughing, Logan shook his head. "Nah, he's all comfy, but can I have a kiss from you, J~?"

Janus blushed. “I supposed you’ve waited long enough. Come get it.” 

Leaning in with a grin, Logan stroked Janus' cheek, kissing him deeply. Janus hummed and kissed him back, eyes lidded. 

Remus bounced in excitement. “Can we go now? I want to have our movie night!”

Slowly pulling back, he smiled softly. "Coming with us, J~? "

Remus gripped his hand. “You’re coming, right? Please?”

Janus blushed and kissed Remus’ forehead. “Of course.”

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[spnwriter]

Yes, you idiot

Summary: What happens when Sam accidentally catches you getting off. 

Warning: Language, Smut.

The brothers were going on a hunt together. I had just gotten back from my own. I decided that I was going to stay behind. I have never been so happy to have the bunker to myself. I love Sam and Dean. It's just sometimes they're a bit much to be around all the time. Alone time is rare. When you hunt with someone you live in their pockets. The concept of space is nonexistent. Sam and Dean try to give me as much privacy as they can. Ever the gentlemen, they get me a separate room when they can. All though they try to give me space when I am in the bathroom, it doesn't always work out that way. There have been many times we've all accidentally walked in on each other

I can confidently say that both Winchesters are packing. It's interesting how little shame the pair has when it comes to nudity. I guess they're used to it only being the two of them. I do catch Sam blushing when he remembers that I can see his entire naked ass. Both Winchester's are a work of art. They are so pretty. I don't think they realize how beautiful they are. The real reason I'm so grateful to be alone is to have space away from Sam. He's shown more skin in the past couple of months than he has since I've known him. It's starting to affect the way I see the taller Winchester. I tried my hardest to never see the brothers in a sexual light. I knew that if I ever started having feelings for either of them, it would get complicated. I am hoping that this whatever it is with Sam is the result of sexual frustration. It's been a while since I've had time to get myself off. Let alone have sex. Yeah, that's it. I just need some time with my vibrator. Now that the bunker was empty that's precisely what I plan on doing. I have the luxury of being able to take my time.

I strip down before laying out on my bed. God it's been so long. I take the time to tease kneed my boobs. I pinch my pierced nipples. I run my hands down my stomach to my thighs. I tease myself by running my hands up and down my thighs. I want to draw this out. It's been so long since I've had the time to tease myself. I run a finger through my lips. Nice and wet. I tease my clit with my fingers before I turn on the vibrator. I start on the lowest setting. I open my eyes briefly and think I see Sam standing by the door. I brush it off, closing my eyes. I turn up the speed. I hear the sound of my door hitting the wall. I jump as I pull the blankets over myself. I did see Sam standing in the doorway. My eyes widen. Sam bumps into the door as he runs away. Needless to say, the mood was ruined.

Neither of us said anything about it when he got back. He hardcore avoided me for days. I don't blame him. I'd do the same. How do you talk about that? Oh, Sorry I watched you playing with yourself. I'd never seen the younger Winchester so flustered before. When he finally stopped avoiding me. I thought things would go back to normal. I was wrong. I didn't think I'd ever heard Sam Winchester stutter before. He couldn't get out a full word without a stammer in his speech. Dean thought it was amusing seeing Sam so flustered. I was honestly tired of it. I missed my friend. I didn't have anyone to go running with me anymore. I asked Dean one morning. He said no among other things. Whatever is up with Sam had been going on for three weeks at this point. I am getting fed up with his constant uneasiness. As awkward as this conversation is going to be, we have to have it. The last time I had seen him, he was hiding in his room. I hesitate to knock on the door. I can't chicken out. Sam and I need to clear the air. I knock lightly. I don't hear an answer. He's going back to avoiding me I guess.

I let out a frustrated sigh as I open his door. "Look-" I start to speak. I stop when I notice that Sam is fully naked. He's got his hand wrapped around his impressive erection. He covers himself quickly. His face flushed and slightly sweaty. I can't tell if he's blushing or not. "I guess we're even now." Sam attempts to joke. "You watched for longer," I say.  Why did I say that? I'm supposed to be making things less awkward between us. "I did." He admits. He looks me up and down. He takes his bottom lip in between his teeth. "To be truly even, you'd have to watch me." Is he serious? I can see the lust swimming around in his eyes. He's giving me the option to walk away. I knew that if I did, he wouldn't bring it up. We'd just forget this whole thing happened. I don't know if I can walk away from him. I can't stop thinking about how he looked at me. "I haven't stopped thinking about you since that day," Sam admits. "All spread out, dripping wet. So fucking beautiful." And just like that, I've made up my mind. "Well, what are you waiting for?" I ask. I take a seat in the chair at his desk. He smirks at me. He pulls the sheets off of his body. His length bobs as he adjusts. I knew he was packing but, damn when he's hard. He wraps his hand around himself. He strokes himself slowly while eyeing me. "Need some inspiration, Sammy?" I ask. He nods as he speeds up his strokes. I stand up. I pull my shirt over my head. I tease both of us as I run my hands down my sides. I cup my boobs still in my bra. His eyes glaze over with lust as I squeeze myself. I turn around. I unclip my bra. I let it slide off my shoulders. He moans at the action. I decided to stop teasing him. I turn to face him showing him my chest. His eyes find the shiny metal on my nipples. I play with the piercings briefly. He uses his thumb to swipe across the tip. "Get over here." Sam moans. I finish stripping quickly. I straddle him. His hands move to my hips. He leans up to kiss me. It's all teeth and tongue. One of his hands moves to run along my pussy. "Already so wet." Sam moans. "Does seeing me jack off turn you on baby girl?" I whine at the name. He hums as he inserts his middle finger into me. "Sam" "So tight too." He adds another finger. He rubs against that special spot that no man has ever found. "Sam, please," I whine. I grind against his hand. "Please what?" "Please fuck me." He doesn't respond but, he pulls his fingers out. He takes them into his mouth moaning at the taste of me. God, that's so hot. "I have to taste you later. I've got to be inside you now." He reaches for his cock. He runs it along my center. He bumps it against my clit. "Sam," I whine. I lift myself to press down on to him. The burn of him stretching me feels amazing. It seems like he's never going to bottom out. He lets out a groan as he finally bottoms out.

"Feels so good." Sam groans. He grips my hips to help me bounce. The drag of his cock on my walls feels fantastic. He catches my lips as I ride him. He suddenly wraps his arms around my body. He moves me to my back. His face is pressed against my neck. He pulls almost all the way out before he slams back into me. "Fuck." I moan as he grips his headboard. He's ramming into me. He brings one of his hands to my clit. His thumb makes tight circles on it. "Gonna cum for me? Cum all over my cock." Sam groans. He grinds into as he thrust back in. "Fuck, so tight." "Holy shit, I'm gonna cum." I warn as His thrust quicken. I can tell he's close. He starts to lose his rhythm. The band in my stomach snaps. I moan out a series of his name.

"Fuck, Y/N." Sam grunts as he cums. His warm seed releases inside me. He thrust a few more times before collapsing on top of me. He keeps most of his weight off of me. He takes his head out of my neck. He places a soft kiss on my lips. A stark contrast to the other kisses we've shared. He pulls out. I feel his cum run down to the sheets. He wraps his arms around me and, pulls me into his chest. I rest my head on his solid chest. I don't question what happened or why. I just enjoy the feeling of having him close. He presses a kiss to the side of my head. "I uh... I know it's usually done the other way around but, I like you, Like a lot. It's okay if you don't feel the same. If this was a one time kind of thing for you. That's cool. We can pretend it never happened. I just, I don't want it to be a one time kind of thing." Sam whispers. "I like you too," I admit. I've known all along that I had feelings for the giant. I just didn't want to admit it. I was afraid of losing him. "You do?" He asks hope filling his voice.

"Yes, you idiot."

[kurokoros]

Smut in Fandom Spaces: Taboos and Why People Write Them

Okay, two people said they wanted my thoughts on why taboo subjects are becoming more popular in fandom smut circles (and in the porn industry as a whole) and that’s good enough for me!

Warning: this post is going to discuss topics NSFW such as porn, rape/assault, dubious consent, incest, and pedophilia. Everything will be under a read-more, but I still want people to be aware of that if they decide to continue reading.

I’m going to preface this post by saying this post isn’t to insult anyone who does write about taboo topics. Personally, I don’t like it. I won’t read fics that romanticize certain topics. And while I’m not a morality purist by any means, I do think that incest and dramatic age-gaps shouldn’t have such a large presence in fandom spaces. That being said, I do understand why those fics have become popular to write, at least to a certain extent, and I, myself, have also upped the ante when it comes to writing smut fics.

I get it.

The presence of taboos in smut fics and the porn industry as a whole, are a direct result of porn becoming more readily available to people. I wouldn’t even call porn an open secret anymore, because there’s nothing secret about it in this year 2020. I’ve watched porn. Most of my friend’s have watched porn. My younger sibling has probably also watched porn at some point. It’s easily accessible, and so long as your mom and employer don’t know about it, no one really cares who does or doesn’t watch it.

I’ve been reading smut for the better part of a decade, maybe longer, but definitely younger than I should have been while reading it. At that time, AO3 was still getting off the ground, tumblr was still pretty quiet when it came to fandom spaces, and FanFiction.net was still the primary place a lot of people were reading fics. FF.net was, and still is, a smut purist website. I was there for the fandom explicit content purges. I saw all of the fics that were removed because they had even the smallest hint of smut.

At the time, writing even super vanilla smut on FF.net felt like you were doing something scandalous. I don’t think I ever read something more hardcore than “Character A ties up Character B” on FF.net, but that isn’t to say the smut wasn’t incredibly explicit. Harder kinks just weren’t necessary when you were already flirting with trouble just by writing basic smut. Most fandoms had maybe one or two big name fans (BNFs) who wrote smut, or were at least well known for writing smut, even if other members of the fandom did as well. These BNFs could write more softcore smut and still be hailed as “smut queens” simply because they were the only ones writing smut with any kind of frequency.

In my experience, this continued until about circa 2013-2014 when tumblr and A03 started to become bigger writing platforms than FF.net was at the time.

So, writers make their move to Tumblr and AO3 where explicit fics were and still are allowed to openly circulate in fandom spaces. For the first time, people are able to share their smut with no restraints. What used to be one or two BNF smut writers becomes a dozen. Everyone is writing smut because now it’s normal and there’s no real sense of shame in doing so. You get smut requests in your inbox. Your smut fics get more hits and kudos than your SFW fics. People just really like to read and write smut.

In fact, writing and reading smut becomes so normal that suddenly people aren’t getting the same feeling of taboo or shame when they post a fic or read about Character A tying down Character B anymore. You need something a little more extreme than that.

I can’t say for certain if the rise in non-con/dub-con smut came before BDSM leaning fics became popular, or after, but I know that seeing non-con/rape fantasy fics was definitely a huge shock when I first saw them in fandom spaces. It was the most scandalous thing ever to 16-17 year old me who was probably still too young to be reading smut fics to begin with. And you know what? Those fics were always pretty popular, especially on AO3. I didn’t get it. I definitely made anti posts about it back in the day. And now that I’m twenty-three and seen some shit in fandoms, I kind of get it.

Yes, I have read non-con/dub-con fics. Yes, I do still think rape isn’t something that should ever be romanticized. That being said, I do kind of understand the appeal. Not enough to ever write a non-con fic or rec one to people, but I do get it to some degree. A lot of non-con smut reads more like dom/sub smut with a powerplay aspect, but written by people who don’t give a shit about writing aftercare.

(Note: this is not me saying non-con smut falls under the category of BDSM smut, I’ve just noticed that there are some similarities I’ve noticed in the way they’re written.)

So, non-con becomes a popular smut sub-genre. It’s controversial. It gets people notes. People start to feel that little burst of shame again whenever they click post on that rape fantasy fic or consider clicking on that dub-con fic they keep seeing in the tags.

You know what else was popular around this time? That’s right: rape fetish porn.

Okay, so non-con smut gets popular and over-saturates the smut pool. People don’t feel quite so dirty for reading non-con anymore. The fics don’t necessarily lose their appeal, but it’s not as shocking to see them anymore. You see a non-con fic, sigh, and move on with your life because that’s just how fandoms are now.

Non-con just isn’t as taboo as it was before, so fandoms have to move onto the next thing. Again, I don’t know if adult/child smut was more popular before or after incest smut, but I think it was adult/child. I haven’t read any of it. I don’t want to. I think large age-gaps are gross and they’re a huge squick of mine. My parents were nine years apart in age, I’m allowed to say that.

So adult/child smut starts getting popular. Again, this plays into power dynamics. People could just write dom/sub fics instead, but I guess those just aren’t shocking enough for people, or BDSM is still seen as weird (even though people are literally writing about teachers fucking their students, but whatever), so instead we get age-gaps and unhealthy power-dynamics instead. Loli characters in anime are a huge part of this. Student/teacher, dad/babysitter, etc are popular categories on pornhub.

Oh, but what about when age-gaps stop being shocking to people? Boom. Incest. Incest is the new popular taboo subject in smut, porn, and general media. Most of the big ships in Game of Thrones have some level of incest (I blame GOT and that fandom for incest becoming popular in fandom spaces, but that’s just me). Jon/sa are cousins raised as siblings. Jon/arys are aunt/nephew. It was present in Star Wars when people were so sure that Rey and Kylo Ren were cousins, but people were shipping them anyway. “Incest” porn is probably the most popular category on pornhub right now.

By now you guys know where this is going.

People don’t read/write smut fics about non-con, age-gaps, and incest because they’re actually into those taboo things, they just want the shame and “dirty” feelings that come with them. Fandom spaces went from leaving everyone so repressed that some heavy petting was enough for people to get off on, and now there’s so much smut available that now people have to resort to some of the most inexcusable things in order to get that same rush.

I’ve noticed in a lot of fandom spaces recently that you’ll have large groups of smut writers that are all friends, and they seem to try to out kink one another with their fics, pushing boundaries until suddenly people are writing rape, or borderline pedophilia, or incest fics that get super popular.

And you know what, I’ve been guilty of this myself. I haven’t written any of the things I’ve talked about here, but I’ve definitely written kinkier fics with the sole purpose of having them be a little shocking. Fandoms are a very slippery slope when it comes to what’s acceptable. And it is so easy to want to push those boundaries because you know you’ll get a reaction if you do.

I’m not quite sure how to end this rant/analysis, but this is my experience with fandom and what I’ve seen over the last decade of participating in fandoms. Over time, you become desensitized to some of the “nastier” aspects of shipping and smut, and I think it’s kind of fascinating to look at the way things snowball. Things like non-con and incest are less about actually romanticizing the horrible things that happen to actual people, and more about feeling that shame people used to get while reading smut on their family computer back in the day. That’s my takeaway on all of this.

If you got this far, thank you for bearing with my thoughts!

[ladyrussellsprouts]

Farm to Table

A Reylo AU One-shot in which our hero and heroine learn more organic ways of bringing food to the table. Rated MA for hardcore smut and language. 

The weather woman’s voice was almost apologetic as she spoke, “Ours highs today will reach up to 110 degrees with 45% humidity...” 

Kylo Ren did not hear the rest of her words as he let her message sink in. He’d have to be outside today in that blistering unforgiving sun. There would be no shade out in the fields and water would be scarce. There had never been enough for the ranch hands at Order & Co. The owner was a stingy man who cared about more results and produce than the men and women who toiled the fields for his empire. 

Finishing the drink in his hand, he refilled the canteen he kept strapped to his waist before heading toward the fields. Contemplating the day ahead of him, he didn't hear the light footsteps that came down the stairs. 

A spiry body bounded into his side before letting out a quick apology. Annoyed at how soft she felt against him, Kylo Ren grimaced at the familiar figure and pushed his way out the door. 

---

Rey couldn’t fight her glare that followed him until the screen door slammed behind him. She shook her head as his truck started and made its way to the main road. She told herself she was over it but a very small part of her still stung at how he had ignored what happened at the Luther’s farmhouse party. Nevermind him. It was his way to be quiet and condescending. She wasn’t the only one that he never acknowledged she reminded herself. Many others had taken it as a blessing that he gave everyone a wide berth and their interactions had always been far and few inbetween.

There were many strangers who lived together in the large bunkhouse on First & Co. property. Everyone got along well and made peace with each other before word could ever reach their strict owners. Phasma and Hux, the couple who owned First & Co. were militaristic in how they ran everything they owned. If they could, they would have micromanaged their guests too.  

Rey felt no obligation to stay but she appreciated the cleanliness and the quiet. If she were honest with herself, she also enjoyed the routine that Phasma lightly enforced on the guests. No food or dishes were to be set out an hour after meal times, bathrooms were to be cleaned weekly, and no visitors or loud sounds were allowed after sundown. Some of the guests had balked at the rules but most had obeyed them to skirt Phasma’s wrath. Rey and the guests had seen the woman single handedly take down rogue farm animals.

Finishing her breakfast, Rey soaked in the morning silence as she began preparing for the commute to work. Most of the guests were still asleep or already at work. In the apartments she had lived in previously, there had been no order and no peace. The fat and gristley owner had allowed anyone to come and go. Noise complaints were never addressed. No one was ever sure what temperature the water would be or even if there would be water some days of the week. Rey was sure that most of her neighbors were involved in some kind of illegal activity. After walking past something she shouldn’t have seen, she had immediately moved into the bunkhouse with her friend and coworker Rose. 

Rose and her husband Finn had stayed at the bunkhouse with Rey for a year before moving out to buy their own home. It was a decision they had made when they had decided to start a family.  

Speaking of her dear friend, Rey watched the woman try to awkwardly climb out of the passenger side door fighting her round belly. Her expression became exasperated as her husband came around to help. Her expression smoothed out as Finn laid a fond kiss on her forehead.

“No PDA in front of the public library!” Rey scolded. The couple looked stunned before a smile broke out on their faces.

Rey smiled to herself as she also got out of the car to greet them. 

---

“Is Poe coming in today? I haven’t seen him.” Rey tried to ask casually during their lunch break. 

Rose’s secret smile let her know that her attempts at being sneaky were unsuccessful.

“He’s out of town for a few days. Family emergency but he didn’t have time to explain to Finn on the phone.” 

Rey’s brows wrinkled instantly in concern. She made some comment about hoping he was well before chewing more of her food. While it was true that she was concerned for his well being, it was a bit disconcerting to realize that in the time they had gotten to know each other, they had never discussed family. Then again, she had never asked and neither did he. She brushed away the shadow of doubt that clouded her mind. They had just started getting to know each other, nothing was official yet. 

Rey glanced at Rose. Rose and Finn had known each other for years before deciding to date. Sometimes it took time for a good relationship. There would be time for Poe and her to get to know each other she assured herself. 

---

The weather woman should start handing out apology gifts if she was going to keep delivering bad news, Kylo Ren thought to himself. 

Irritation spread throughout his features as her words registered. “The heavy rain continues for the third day this week. We have a storm warning for everyone in these counties. We expect lots of rain and flooding around these areas for the next few days. Please be safe out there, folks.”

He leaned into his desk chair hoping to quell the ache beginning in his skull. A growl started building in his throat but he quelled it. Instead, his long fingers caressed the stem of his coffee cup before it slammed against the opposite wall, shattering.

A hesitant knock on his door sounded before a mousey, “Sir?”

“Please tell everyone to prepare for the storm, Mikata. Afterward, they can go home. Their days' wages remain the same.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And please clean up the mess in the corner before you leave.”

There was only a slight pause before another, “Yes, sir” and the sound of ceramic moving across the wooden floors.

Kylo let out a soundless sigh not moving from his chair as Mikata finally left the room.

His frustrations were many and growing. Hux had purposefully excluded him from the weeklong meeting with the farming industry tycoons, leaving him to babysit the few ranchers that were scheduled to work. However, the rain had stopped production for the third time this week. A stop in production infuriated Kylo but not as much as having to answer to the incompetent Hux. The millions of questions the man would ask meanwhile squeezing in insults about Kylo. Truly it was an art. 

The image of Hux's face turning red almost the shade of his hair made Kylo’s lips curl in amusement. As his thoughts moved to the second problem plaguing him, his thoughts soured. 

That woman living in the bunkhouse was becoming a nuisance. He understood that she worked in the bakery across the street from the Public Library but why did she mix work with hobbies. She used every chance the kitchen was empty to bake something unhealthy. Cookies, cupcakes, pies, custards, something French that he couldn’t pronounce. He didn’t mind what the other residences did in private but he was tired of smelling sugar in the air and seeing the trays of leftovers she left for the other residents. In the time that she had moved in he was sure that DJ, one of the other residents, had gained ten pounds. Kylo had no doubt that he would become diabetic by association. 

She baked so regularly that he was sure the sugar had soaked into her skin. Something sweet always lingered in the air when they brushed past each other. In fact, she had tasted sweet on his tongue. A memory of darkness, wetness, and cooling skin lingered in his brain. Remembering the taste immediately made his throat run dry and saliva accumulate in his mouth. A natural reaction to wanting more. 

Kylo Ren shifted in his seat and forced the memory away. It was a mistake. They had both been inebriated. 

He didn’t relive mistakes. 

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Rey watched the rain pound against the gravel. She was thankful her boss had given her the day off. Her small car wouldn’t have been able to make it through the flooding backroads. Taking small enjoyment in the gothic tone of the weather, she had baked some dark chocolate brownies. 

Sipping the tea in her hand, she considered the barren parking lot in front of the bunkhouse. Her car sat alone in the space. She wasn’t too surprised because most of the residents had made arrangements to stay in town or visit family during the storm. Even DJ, the odd loner, had left in the morning after asking for a bag of cookies. 

Letting out a relaxed sigh, she soaked in the reality of having the house to herself. It had been years since she’d had something as close as this. If she closed her eyes, she could almost pretend that it was years into the future. She had finally scrounged up enough to open her own bakery, the business was doing more than well, and she could finally afford her own home. Something to finally call hers. Her kitchen would be a happy shade of pale yellow and she would have as many ovens as she wanted. Maybe she would even adopt a pet. Perhaps a dog or a cat or even both. 

Her thoughts were happy and hopeful as she blinked at the window. She blinked again. Someone was flashing some kind of light on the road. That was strange. Who would be out in the cold? 

The dreams and desires of a few minutes ago slowly diminished as it occurred to Rey that those were not flashlights but headlights and the car pulling up the drive meant that she wasn’t going to be able to enjoy the house alone. 

Her stomach dropped as the truck parked and a tall figure encased in a long raincoat emerged from the car. 

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It was a gesture of kindness, Rey decided. It would be a gesture of kindness to share the special pie she had made with the man stalking around in the dining nook. If he declined, she’d merely have more to herself. Nobody could lose in this situation.

Merely from observing the sounds of his footsteps, she knew that he had finished microwaving whatever frozen food he had grabbed from the freezer and was settling down to eat dinner. Of course, he had waited until she had finished her meal before coming out.

She tried to hide her frown as she shook the whip cream can before placing a swirl design over the slice of pie and scoop of vanilla ice cream. The sound of the whip cream coming out of the can was universal and it made her smile. Decorating her creations was something she loved the most about her job. Setting the can down, she took a bracing breath and walked into the dining nook.

If Kylo Ren knew that she had entered the room, he gave no indication. Another spoonful of gravy colored sludge entered his mouth and he chewed softly. Using the fork, he brought the piece of oily meat to his lips chewing more aggressively. A track of oil smeared across the side of his lip dripping down to his lower lip. 

A memory flashed at the forefront of her mind. Kylo’s lowered face was partially obscured by shadows but something glistened on his lips as he muttered something against her thighs. Something about her and taste. The memory was foggy but something low in her belly clenched remembering soft brushes of hands and lips on her body. 

Rey tried to clear her dry throat as she stood stiffly in the corner. 

“Would you like some pie?” She finally croaked out.

He paused in reaching for his spoon to look up at her. She finally had his attention but his expression was hard to read. 

She continued with a small smile, “I thought pie would be nice for dessert tonight. Would you like to try some?”

“No.” He replied immediately after glancing between her and her plate. 

Her shoulders slumped a little as she turned to walk away.

“Aren’t you worried about your health?”

Rey stiffened whipping back around to face the man who had just spoken.

“Excuse me?”

He didn’t repeat himself.

“You should also be more considerate of the people who live here. Some of us don’t have your affinity for sweet things. Some of us care about our health.”

All this just because she’d asked him if he wanted to share her pie? He was the most rude and-What an asshole! A simple no would have been enough. Why did he feel the need to open his mouth again? 

“There’s no need to be insulting if you didn’t want to eat my pie.” She replied as evenly as possible feeling a flush of heat starting from her neck. She felt embarrassed and insulted. 

He looked like he wanted to roll his eyes. “This isn’t about your offer which I appreciate but I’ve never liked dessert. It’s about-”

She couldn’t help it. She gasped. “Dessert is the best thing in the entire world. How can you say that?”

“I can assure you it is not.” His arms crossed against his chest.

“You just haven’t found the right kind of desert for you. I have some dark chocolate brownies that you should try. I’m sure they’ll change your mind. Everyone loves those brownies.”

Incredulous, he stared at her as if she’d grown five heads and a tail. 

“I’m not everyone and I’m done with this conversation.” He stood from his chair. 

As the silence grew between them, Rey’s embarrassment grew tenfold. Begging a man she didn’t even like to love desserts that she had made. What was she doing? 

The flush around her neck grew. Anger and frustration simmered staining her cheeks as she watched how dismissive he was about their conversation. The aggression that rolled through her gut made her want to shout disgusting things at him. Rey knew it was better to be ignored but his attitude had always bristled. He wasn’t just dismissive, he viewed everything beneath him. Scum beneath his feet. She was tired of allowing this man to make her feel like nothing. A stronger wave of anger made her feel brave.

She set her tray on the table next to the food he had abandoned and moved to stop him. 

Irritation flashed across his features. He made to move out of her way but she pushed at him with her own chest. A confrontational move that immediately raised his hackles. 

“You won’t try the dessert I make but you’ll eat my pussy?” She said with as much vulgarity as she could muster.

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For the rest of the story click here (fanfiction.net) OR here (AO3) because the actual thing is way too long. 

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hello I absolutely adore your blog!! It has helped me find so many good fanfics!! I was wondering if you had any fic recs where our Baker Street boys leave London/the country for a case? Something like the Hounds of Baskerville? If this is too specific of a request I apologize.

Hi Lovely!

Ahh, this is getting even more specific on my For A Case trope lists! Here are my related lists:

For a Case Trope

Fake Relationship / For a Case Part 2

For a Case Pt 3 / Links to Similar Fics

Meeting the Family With a Fake Relationship

Married For a Case / Fake Husbands

Here’s a list of “travel” fics, where they go away and perhaps maybe might become a couple because of it ;D

JOHNLOCK ON HOLIDAYS FOR A CASE

Measuring Damage With the Fujita Scale by teahigh (T, 3,548 w. || First Kiss / Time, Vacation / Holidays, Friends to Lovers, Bed-Sharing, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, Angsty Fluff, Scars, Awkward Talks) – John goes back into town, into the storm, and Sherlock realises he forgot to say, “I just want to be alone with you.”

Hope Springs Eternal by QuinnAnderson  (T, 4,054 w. || Friends to Lovers, Pining Sherlock, Vacation, Anxious Sherlock, Love Confessions, Fluff, Requited Love) – John Watson and Sherlock Holmes go on holiday, and Sherlock has romance on the brain.

What Happens in Vegas (is legally binding in the United Kingdom) by  moonblossom (E, 5,051 w. || Accidental Marriage, Friends to Husbands to Lovers, CSI Crossover, Fluff & Porn, Bathtub Sex, Hand Jobs, First Time) – When a case sends the boys to Vegas, John comes out of it with a bit more than he bargained for. Part 19 of Prompt Fills, Remixes, Works inspired by others

The Honeymoon Suite by Salambo06 (E, 5,827 w. || Fake Relationship, Fake Marriage, Frottage, First Kiss, Cuddling/Snuggling/Sleepy Cuddles, Bed Sharing, Holidays / Hotels, Case Fic) – “You’ll see,” the receptionist smiles, handing John the key to their room, “This honeymoon suite is quite spectacular. Our hotel has won many awards, most of them for these rooms.” John nods, licking his lips and playing with the key in his hand. We’ll probably be leaving first thing in the morning, he wants to tell her. As soon as Sherlock proves who robbed the previous couple who booked a room here, we’re out of here and stopping this happily married charade. “Thank you,” he says instead.

Disguises are always a self-portrait by yellowteapots (NR, 6,223 w. || Case Fic, First Kiss, POV John, Fake Rel.) – Sherlock and John head out of town on a case of murder / suicide at a Pride Fest.

The Strait of Juan de Fuca by mightypog (T, 6,400 w. || Vacation, Love Confessions, Friends to Lovers, Canada, Post-TRF, Love Confessions) – Sherlock is back and all seems forgiven, but something is missing between him and John. Their friendship initially appears intact, but Sherlock doesn’t understand why John seems to be slipping away. Finally, in terror, he tries to reconnect with John by taking him to the one place that seems to inspire any emotional interest in John any more: the Canadian wilderness. While there, Sherlock faces his greatest fear.

In Which “John” Becomes a Synonym for “Help” by asignoftwo (T, 7,391 w. || Injured John, Worried Sherlock, Fluff) –  After the fall Sherlock returns to Baker Street and is reunited with John. When John is injured on a case Sherlock is faced with the reality that he could lose John again, and it tears him apart.

Rainbow Hearts Retreat by PajamaSecrets (E, 11,638 w. || Fake Relationship, Case Fic, Undercover, Fluff and Smut, Bed-Sharing, Therapy, Humour/Crack, First Time) – "It’s a same-sex couples retreat. For those experiencing troubles in their relationship. Consists of group and couples therapy as well as encouraging socialization between the couples. It’s all in their incredibly dull brochure.“ "Rainbow Hearts Retreat,” John read. “Sounds… quite gay.”

Your Eyes in Darkness Glowing by tamed_untranslatable (E, 14,686 w. || Est. Rel., Case Fic, Hotel Sex, Bottomlock, Anal, BJ’s, Porn With Feelings, Homophobia) – Sherlock gets roped into a case in Moscow on his brother’s insistence, but finds that he can’t do it without John.

Till Death Do Us Part by prettysailorsoldier (M, 15,390 w. || Fake Relationship, Case Fic, Friends to Lovers, Fake Marriage, Christmas, Fluff) – When Sherlock links a recent spree of murder-suicides to a psychologist who specializes in marriage counseling, there’s really only one thing to do: Go undercover as a couple in hopes of drawing the killer out. Faking a relationship seems easy enough, but things take a turn when their real issues start to creep into the sessions, and, all the while, a killer is watching, waiting in the shadows for their chance to strike.

A Hundred Thousand Ways to Say the Name John by Jberry (E, 16,825 w. || Fake Relationship, Fake Marriage, POV John, Pining John, Cruise Ship, Angst & Fluff, Case Fic) –  John Watson and Sherlock Holmes must solve a case on a cruise ship. To get close to the crew and passengers, they must get married for the case on the Baetica. However, their relationship hits rocky seas both due to the case and internal conflicts. Part 1 of Baetica

The Sexual Awakening of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson by suitesamba (M, 24,579 w. || Post-TRF, Case Fic, H/C, First Kiss/Time) – Sherlock owes Mycroft a favor. Mycroft calls in that favor by offering Sherlock’s consulting services in a charity auction. Sherlock and John soon find themselves at the country manor of Mrs. Ives-Patton Smarmington III - not very coincidentally a long-time friend of Sherlock’s mother - where they are reluctant participants in her Murder Mystery Weekend. It’s a play within a play for Sherlock and John, and their roles for the weekend event bleed over into their real lives, waking the sleeping dragons within.

Hitting the Water at Sixty Miles an Hour by what_alchemy (E, 30,568 w. || Fake Rel., Roadtrips, Slow Burn, Mummy Holmes) – “You love your mother, Sherlock?” John watched the muscles in Sherlock’s jaw jump. He nodded in one sharp jerk.“Then we’re going to her party and making her happy.” John let out a resigned sigh. “As a ruddy couple, you bastard.”

A Study In Auto-Signatures, Sniper Dolphins, and Sex Holidays by cwb (E, 32,690 w. || Case Fic, Post S3, Evil Mary, Dev. Rel., Honeymoon, Epistolary, Bottomlock, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Secret Agents, BAMF!John) – John and Mary go on their sex holiday, and Sherlock is grumpy and pining about it. Part 1 of HOT DOLPHIN SEX

LHR-HNL by scullyseviltwin (E, 35,066 w. || Hawaiian Vacation, Post-TRF, Friends To Lovers, Slow Burn, Just Talk Already, Drinking, Mutual Pining) – In need of an endangered flora sample, Sherlock and John must make a trip to an unexpected destination.

Classified(s) by blueink3 (E, 36,153 w. || Wedding Date AU || Fake Relationship, Jealous, PIning, H/C, Idiots in Love, Happy Ending, Mary is not Nice, Escort Service) – Clara’s American father is the ambassador to some such territory that Great Britain probably used to own, but she (and Harry’s undying love for her) is the reason John is getting on a flight at 12:30pm, flying across the second largest ocean in the world, and pretending to be in a perfectly happy, healthy relationship with an undoubtedly perfectly coiffed stranger. See, Clara is not only American (and wealthy to boot), she’s also best friends with John’s ex-fiancée. Whom she’s placed in the wedding party. As Maid of Honor. And John just happens to be Best Man. Bloody brilliant.

A Promise Made to Be Broken by PlantsAreNeat (E, 37,018 w. || Fake Relationship, Pining, Slow Burn, RST, Eventual Relationship, POV Sherlock) – A young John makes an ‘if we’re still single at 40, we’ll get together’ pledge to a woman who ends up all wrong for him. She keeps reminding him of the promise, and won’t let go of it. John asks Sherlock to pose as his boyfriend at a family wedding, so as to dash her hopes permanently. Sherlock, who has at last acknowledged his feelings for John, reluctantly agrees despite knowing how painful it will be to ‘have’ John, but not keep him.

Resistivity and Relative Charge by liriodendron (E, 41,750 w. || Synesthesia, Angst, Case Fic, Romance, Est. Rel., Homophobia, Religious Content, Victor Trevor, Mild Jealous John, Mild John Whump) – In which Sherlock Holmes meets an old acquaintance, John Watson doesn’t enjoy a trip to the country quite as much as he thought he would, and the past absolutely refuses to stay where it belongs. Part 3 of Conductivity

Corpus Hominis by mycapeisplaid (E, 47,709 w. || Casefic, Fluff, Romance, Frottage) - John knows the human body intimately. He’s had plenty of opportunity for study as a doctor, soldier, and lover. There’s one particular body, however, he knows very little about. When Sherlock launches himself head-first into a new obsession and they get sent on a case in an unlikely location, the pair discovers each other’s bodies with confusing yet delightful (and sometimes hilarious) results.

John Watson’s Twelve Days of Christmas by earlgreytea68 (M, 53,464 w. || Christmas, Holmes Family, Fake Relationship, Alternate First Meeting, Falling in Love, Fluff and Angst, Hardcore Pining) – It’s the holiday season. John Watson needs money. Sherlock Holmes needs something else.

Wars We Fought, Things We’re Not by blueink3 (M, 55,204 w. || Parentlock, Fluff & Angst, Kidnapping, Whump, Post-TAB, UST, Slow Burn, Couple for a Case) –  Five months after John’s world has fallen apart, Mycroft sends the consulting detective and his doctor on a case that neither is prepared for.

Bridging the Ravine by SilentAuror (E, 58,883 w. || Post S4, Couple For a Case, Bed-Sharing, First Times, Confessions, Awkwardness, Sex Trafficking) – Sherlock and John go undercover at Ravine Valley, a therapy centre for same-sex male couples in an investigation into a possible human trafficking ring. As they pose as a couple and fake their way through the therapy sessions for the sake of the case, it quickly becomes difficult to avoid discussing their very real issues. Set roughly six nine months after series 4.

A Case of Identity by jkay1980 (T, 91,009 w. || Fake Relationship, Post-TRF, Case Fic) – John and Sherlock have succeeded in rebuilding their friendship after Sherlock’s fake suicide, but an unusual case puts their relationship to the test. They pretend to be engaged and attend a marriage counseling workshop. Under the pretext of the case, Sherlock turns out to be a master of seduction, and John finally learns he might like Sherlock more than he thought. Slowly, John discovers that he loves Sherlock not only in a friendly, brotherly way, but both men have to fight their own demons before they can think of taking their relationship to a new level…

[sasusakufestival]

Ma'at

Summary: When her eyes fall on him, taking in his condition, something terrifying flashes across her features. Sasuke knows, in that moment, that if his insides weren’t hanging out of his body, if she didn’t need to stabilise him as soon as possible, Sakura’s own oath to heal would mean nothing. [SasuSaku Festival 2017 – Day 5 – Prompt: “Saving Her Man”]

Disclaimer: This story utilizes characters, situations and premises that are copyright Masashi Kishimoto, Shueisha, Shonen Jump and Viz Media. No infringement on their respective copyrights pertaining to episodes, novelizations, comics or short stories is intended by the author in any way, shape or form. This fan oriented story is written solely for the author’s own amusement and the entertainment of the readers. It is not for profit. Any resemblance to real organizations, institutions, products or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All fiction, plot and Original Characters with the exception of those introduced in the books, manga, video games, novelizations and anime, are the sole creation of KuriQuinn and using them without permission is considered rude, in bad-taste and will reflect seriously on your credibility as a writer. You will be strung up by a creepy marionetted if you are found plagiarizing.

Warning: NSFW due to graphic depictions/descriptions of torture and injury. Spoilers for pretty much everything up to Chapter 699.

Canon-Compliance: As close to canon as fanfiction can possibly be. With a few personal additions :P Takes place during the Blank Period.

Fanon-Compliance: Takes place several years before An Inch of Gold and Unplanned.

Special Thanks: Once again my bro JBankai89 has seen fit to take time out of his busy student schedule and catch the minor errors here while I await the full edit by my usual beta. Dude is awesome, if you like smut and rare-pairs in the HP fandom, check him out. Now. Go now. Doooo it.

AN: This isn’t as hardcore shippy in the first part as I’m used to doing for a one-shot, but when I was thinking about the prompt, I figured there would have to be a pretty horrible situation for Sakura to have to save Sasuke. The result was this. Hope I managed okay!

It’s the all-encompassing, bone-deep agony that draws Sasuke out of unconsciousness.

Pain radiates through his entire body, seemingly coming from too many points to narrow down. There’s an icy, wrenching ache somewhere below his lungs, but that’s only the most noticeable. Sharp, stabbing sensations assault him from everywhere – his nails, the webbing between his fingers and toes and even his hair follicles. His skin feels stretched and raw, as if it has been flayed from his body and then replaced.

Clearly something happened to him while he was asleep, but he can’t figure out what.

In fact, he’s having a hard time organising his thoughts, which is a sign of just how serious the situation is. If being subjected twice to his brother’s Mangekyō Sharingan has given him anything, it’s a remarkable threshold for withstanding torture.

Whoever or whatever has reduced him to this state is no novice.

Sasuke orders himself to concentrate, to take in whatever information he has about the situation – but there is nothing.

He can’t remember what situation could have led to this.

There are bits and pieces, images and memory that jumble together in his head, but the pain is making it hard for him to filter. Slowly he puts some of it in order –

Travelling through Suna. Accepting temporary work helping to rebuild the city wall. A tour of the new hydroponic system that…

Who was it? That mousy girl that follows Gaara around…

Whoever she is, she came up with it and was showing him and –

Wait.

Where’s Sakura?

He struggles to free himself, and makes a disturbing discovery – although he is aware of his body, mostly because of the amount of pain he is in, he can’t control any part of it right now.

He is utterly paralysed.

Something straps him in place across his chest, wrists, ankles and other joints; the burning, twisting discomfort is worse there than his arms and legs. His neck is immobilised, some device at the back of his head pressing his face forcibly downward so that his chin practically touches his sternum. It makes breathing hard, exacerbating the clawing, wrenching ache beneath his lungs.

Most troubling of all, though, is that he can’t see.

Upon trying to activate his Sharingan to better assess his surroundings, a surge of chakra burns into his retinas, making him curse. Someone has covered his eyes and added a seal; the last time he experienced something like this, he was in prison cell in Konoha.

“Ah. It seems that you are awake.”

A cold, reedy male voice echoes in the darkness, making Sasuke’s stomach leap in surprise. Instantly, a wary sensation settles over him, like mounting nausea. He has spent his entire life honing his senses, priding himself on his awareness of the world around him.

Just how far gone was he that his senses have been so easily dulled?

“I am sure you would prefer to escape into the next life,” the flat voice continues; it sounds distant, as if coming from the end of a long tunnel. “But I fear we are running according to a more pressing agenda, and one which is not relevant to you.”

There is a creaking sound, like wood shifting, and a rattling noise he feels like he should be able to identify. Something pricks into his arm, and Sasuke swears.

Only a garbled groan escapes his lips.

“Ah, yes. An unfortunate requirement, that. You’ll begin to feel the effects of that in a moment – it’s counteracting the adrenaline that was used to wake you. You see, Sasuke Uchiha, you were dead for five whole minutes there. And we can’t have that. I can’t have that.”

Sasuke mouths wordlessly at that, unable to understand what he’s being told. It explains why his brain feels so muddled, but…dead?

“If you shuffle off this mortal coil so quickly, then we can no longer continue our discourse,” the voice goes on, maddeningly calm. “I demand at least three days from you – given your reputation, and the way even children on the street speak of you, I think it will end up being more like a week.”

A week of being tortured to death and constantly revived? Not something he is interested in. Sasuke inhales slowly, centring himself and trying to discover if there is any part of him that can move.

“You’re wasting your energies,” he is told quietly. “I know better than to take risks with an individual such as you. All of the nerves allowing for motor function have been severed, and no doubt you can feel that the restraints keeping you secure have been sealed and warded. Your pain receptors are perfectly in tact, however. I took special care to ensure that. I assure you, you are completely at my mercy. And with that same assurance, I can tell you that there is very little of it left.”

The information is delivered with a clinical certainty, informing Sasuke that his fate is a foregone conclusion.

Sasuke grits his teeth – about the only movement he is capable of – fighting the irritating confusion and still cataloguing information.

From the precise tone and explanations, it’s not the run-of-the-mill criminal.

“I understand how confused you must be,” the male voice continues. “Death does muddle the neurons. Allow me to explain, if only because it will heighten the importance of what comes next.” There is sound, someone moving near Sasuke, the rattle of what could be metal or glass. “I intend to catalogue the entire experience, and for it to be the most successful, you must understand what is happening, yes?”

He pauses, as if waiting for some noise of agreement. Sasuke doesn’t give him the satisfaction, even if he could speak right now.

“You’ve been subjected to a constant stream of chakra suppressors and tranquilisers since arriving in Suna,” the man continues. “Nothing noticeable, of course, just enough to weaken you enough to generate an opportune moment for retrieval. You see, I’ve discovered that even in this time of peace, when one has the money, people will add anything to a stranger’s food.”

The images in Sasuke’s mind flash to the past few days. Every time he and Sakura had a meal, the growing sense that there was something not quite right. He thought he was just feeling under the weather – not something to bother his wife over when there are people in dire need of her healing. Whatever was put in his system was both untraceable enough for him not to react to it, and not fast acting enough for Sakura to notice.

Has she been captured too?

The idea of her trapped somewhere, restrained in the darkness and in even a quarter of the pain that assault him now, has him renewing his struggles.

“You truly are attempting the futile,” the cold voice says again, the tone bored. “Your chakra levels are completely depleted. Anything you intend to try will be quite impossible.”

“Don’t…need…chakra…”

The words are slurred and barely really words at all, but Sasuke has no intention of simply sitting in silence. He will get out of here, because the alternative is not an option. He made a promise to Sakura that he would never leave her behind again, and if he has to conquer death itself to keep that promise, he will.

His captor doesn’t know this, and he isn’t impressed by his bravado.

“I am well aware of that fact, Sasuke Uchiha. In fact, it’s only because of that knowledge that I have deprived myself of the supreme pleasure of ripping you to shreds with my own two hands.”

There is promise there, a manic note that Sasuke recognises all to well.

His concern for Sakura retreats to the back of his mind. Right now, he can’t do anything about her well-being, and logically, if she were dosed with anything she would metabolise it immediately and noticed.

He needs to get himself to safety, and to do that he needs to know what he is up against.

Whoever this calm voiced man is, he isn’t stupid. Drawing attention to his plans by involving Sakura would be foolish, and so he likely just focussed on Sasuke. As he said before, it’s just a matter of waiting until he was alone, which could have happened at any point when he and his wife dealt with separate errands. Sasuke remembers retreating to the guesthouse they were staying at, hoping to take a short rest while Sakura finished her rounds at the fledgling mental health clinic here.

Likely that’s when his captor somehow managed to get to him and abduct him – all without anyone noticing.

Which means he is both exemplary when it comes to sedatives and has a shinobi’s skills. Jōnin level even. Probably black ops.

But the voice – despite the coldness there’s a feebleness there, thin – like someone older. No longer in their prime, probably no longer active.

“The problem with that desire is that, at the core of things, I am not a monster,” his captor tells him. “This – what I’m doing – is not for the purposes of making hurting you. Not entirely.” Something white hot and scorching flicks at the instep of his foot and Sasuke clamps his jaw shut, trapping the yell threatening to escape. “If I truly wanted to cause you pain, I would have your lovely wife here with us.”

Sasuke growls at this, feeling his chest heave with effort. It doesn’t feel right, there’s a cold tightness there he isn’t used to experiencing when he breathes. 

“There are many, many things I could do to her before she died,” the man confides in him, not with the pleasure of someone sharing a cherished secret but with the confidence of someone speaking pure truth. “Given her well-known ability to heal herself, I could make it last for days. Perhaps I would have her cursing your name in the end.”

Sasuke knows that’s impossible – knows his wife is much stronger than that, and there’s a reason his captor has apparently made every effort not to gain her attention in abducting him.

But the image the reedy voiced man is painting is too vivid, and in his drugged state, he is more susceptible to the suggestion.

“Don’t…” he attempts, trying to make it sound more like a warning than a plea.

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about your pretty blossom. You see, Sasuke Uchiha, I took an oath. One I have never broken. Not until today.” He clears his throat, and with a slight mocking lilt recites, “I will abstain from all intentional wrong-doing and harm, especially from abusing the bodies of man or woman, bond or free.”

There is a sound like a chuckle, and then another blistering, hot burn near his feet. Wordless sound sticks in his throat, a strangled groan; the smell of burning flesh is so thick he can almost taste it.

“But you’re not a man, are you? You are a monster. The one who claws down the innocent, and then imagines he can continue living his life freely and unpunished.” The sound of rattling and creaking continues, metal objects being moved around. Then silence. When the man speaks again, it’s with an abrupt change in tone. “Do you love your wife, young man?”

Sasuke blinks at the question, unable to make sense of it immediately.

“Come, come, it’s a simple question. I’m hardly asking you for state secrets. And talking to me will give you a chance to recover. You want your chance to escape, don’t you?” he asks, and Sasuke can almost hear a smirk in his voice. “Of course you do. You’re a legendary Sannin now, giving in is not something you do. So answer my question. Do you love your wife?”

Sasuke considers not answering. His feelings for Sakura are his own business, and he can barely articulate them to her, there’s no reason to say them to his interrogator. But the man is correct – he needs to have time, needs to build up his strength.

He also knows that if he isn’t honest, there will be more pain. He needs to take a calculated risk. “…yes.”

“Good. Yes, very good. And is she everything to you? You very existence would cease if the world was bereft of her existence?”

Sasuke pauses again here. The question is too complex, too complicated to enunciate, even if he didn’t have to worry that it might change the man’s mind about somehow going after Sakura. However, a lie won’t help him in this case either.

“I don’t know,” he says eventually, because it answers the question and enunciates his true feelings on the matter.

“Ah. That is an honest answer, well done,” the distant voice says, and there’s something like approval there. “Most young couples are so besotted with one another at this point they believe the world will end without their lover in it. I know I felt that about my wife, once. But then, most young couples haven’t lost something worse. Something much more precious. Can you guess what that might be, Sasuke Uchiha?”

He remains silent, mind flashing to that night long ago, walking through empty, blood-stained streets. His brother smiling at him through blood, then later through dead eyes as his skin peeled away.

Sasuke’s experiences aren’t like other young people, but he need not remind his harasser of this.

“No, you wouldn’t, would you? You haven’t experienced that yet,” the man points out coldly. “You haven’t felt that terrifying, suffocating bliss upon learning you’ve created life. You have never held a tiny, fragile body in your hands while it reaches for your face. You have never had a child.”

Sasuke tenses, having a sudden horrible presentiment what this might be about.

“I can’t truly describe what it’s like. Watching such an innocent soul growing up beneath your watchful eye. The need to protect without stifling. Much like coaxing a plant to flower, but…so much more delicate.” There’s a sigh, almost wistful. “My boy was so ambitious. He wanted to follow in the footsteps of my family, become a renowned shinobi. Perhaps Kazekage one day. But I knew better. I had seen it all, you see. I had lived it and I knew that kind of life, one without honour, would break him. You know all about living without honour, don’t you, Sasuke Uchiha? You turned your back on your own people, your own country. More than once, I hear.”

Sasuke narrows his eyes against the blindfold.

“But a father must support his child. And so I did so the best I could, helping him grow strong but ensuring he was out of harms way. It pays to be influential, you know. I know the Wind daimyo very well, and he trusts me more than any other.” Here there is a bitter, echoing little chuckle. “Arrangements were made. And so my son was sent to the Land of Iron, given the opportunity to apprentice to the samurai force there.”

This time, Sasuke’s mouth goes dry. There is no more doubt where this is going.

“A peace-keeping force,” the man continues. “A force that would never have to deal with the hidden deeds, the uprisings and skirmishes between the Hidden Villages. Even more so because until then, we were living in peaceful times. Do you see where I’m going with this, Sasuke Uchiha?”

This question is not rhetorical. His captor is awaiting an answer. Sasuke swallows, tries to ensure he doesn’t muddle his words.

“Your son…he was at the summit…”

“Yes. He was. Do you know what happened to him?”

“…”

“Come now, your intelligence is well-documented. I know you’ve already worked out what happened to him.”

“…he was killed.”

“By?”

“…by me.”

“Exactly.” Clinical, deadly calm fills the man’s voice now. “The reports are all the same. How the last surviving member of the Uchiha – a traitor to his own – walked into a peaceful summit and murdered every samurai that tried to stop him.”

Regret and guilt barrel through Sasuke, because there’s no way to argue or excuse this fact.

“When I heard the news…well, I guess you can imagine something close to it. You lost your entire clan, I hear. But that’s still not the same. This is worse. Losing a child, it’s…it’s like dying, but not being allowed to rest. Imagine being trapped in your own corpse, being forced to make your lungs and heart and brain continue operating. Imagine a piece of your soul torn from you and shredded to pieces before your eyes.”

Throughout all of this, Sasuke keeps his mouth shut. He knows that apologies and platitudes mean nothing to someone who has lost so much.

“I didn’t believe I could ever be able to continue. In fact, it was only the knowledge that with the five Kage seeking out the international criminal that stole my son from me that kept me going. Until…until months later, when the world suddenly made sense again. I saw him again, my son. We were reunited, and it was as if he had never died. Do you know how that was possible?”

“…the Infinite Tsukuyomi.”

“Yes. That clever genjutsu your family helped to create. For the first time, I was whole again. I felt as if every agony I had ever experienced was nothing but a dream. A memory from infanthood, completely insubstantial. I had my son, smiling before me, proud and beautiful and alive.”

“…”

“And then it was gone. I woke up and my son was gone,” the man says, voice strained and Sasuke suspects he is fighting back tears here. “It wasn’t long afterward I heard the story. That you had released the genjutsu. The man who killed my son…stole him from me a second time.” There’s another clatter of sound in front of him, someone picking up something heavy. “Do you understand now, Sasuke Uchiha? Why I am not the monster here?”

Abruptly, the blindfold or whatever has been impeding Sasuke’s vision is pulled away. The dim, overhead lighting from a lone bulb is like blinding inferno to Sasuke’s retina. Without his bloodline ability to instantly adjust to the light, his eyes clench shut again, and it’s several precious seconds of adjusting before he can see again.

Even then, it’s limited; his head remains uncomfortably pressed downward. A strange flap of some kind obscures his vision of everyone below his neck. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the place on his arm that was pricked earlier, realises that it is connected to something. An IV line, which drips an ominous purple solution down a tube and into his veins.

Probably more of the sedative.

His right arm and the stump of his left have been pulled back, forcing him into a spread-eagle position; his entire body is reclined backward. There’s a glint of metal that takes him a moment to make out – the skin between his fingers have multiple lacerations in them, as if they have been cut. Needles and razors have been embedded into his palms and though he can’t see his feet, the general sense of stinging agony there suggest they have faired(misspelled. Fared.) no better. Judging from the wet burning on the side of his face, neither of his ears.

High ceilings in the darkness, and the walls are oddly cushioned. It’s not like any of the prisons Sasuke has been in during his life, and not as dank or earthen as any of Orochimru’s bases. He thinks he sees rows upon rows of chairs spread out in the distance, almost like an amphitheatre, which makes no sense. In the distance he also notices a strange opening, a window high above one of the rows of chairs.

Straining his eyes even more to see beyond himself, he notices a dark shape looming closer beside him. It slowly coalesces into a more defined figure, and suddenly the creaking and rattling he heard before makes sense.

It isn’t even human – it’s a wooden marionette.

Well, this is most definitely not good.

If he concentrates – and doing so rapidly burns up the tiny flares of chakra he still has left – he can dimly make out the strings holding the wooden mannequin, leading into that distant window.

He’s had a wariness about anything vaguely puppet-like since his chūnin exam, even if he doesn’t have the same history with the things as his wife does. Honestly, they creep him out, and in terms of effectiveness, his Sharingan are useless against them. That’s a problem in and of itself.

Whoever is keeping him captive isn’t taking the chance of getting close to him at all.

Worse, however, is the thing beside the puppet, which he immediately wishes he hadn’t noticed.

It looks like a brazier, and though there is no obvious source heating it, several sharp and unpleasant looking instruments lie within, glowing white hot. The very air above the scalpels, clamps and gouges warbles with heat, radiating a dark promise.

As their very plausible purpose hits him, another wave of pain rolls through his body, and Sasuke temporarily loses his ability to block out the sensations.

A moan of pain makes its way up his throat, but Sasuke fights it back down.

Focus. Figure him out.

The man controlling the puppet, when he speaks, does so with proper and polite diction. He is clearly educated, which suggested a life beyond that of a shinobi. The use of puppets suggests he’s from the upper echelons of Suna society, because only the very affluent have the resources and time to learn that craft. An advisor to the Kazekage maybe?

Who would risk Gaara’s wrath by attacking ambassadors from Konoha during peacetime?

It isn’t just an affront to the long-standing political and dynastic alliance between the two villages, either. Sasuke might be respected here because of his friendship with Naruto, but Sakura is the heroine who saved the Kazekage’s brother and defeated Sasori of the Red Sand. Gaara and Kankuro would effortlessly crush anyone that caused her a modicum of heartache, and given it’s no secret her heart lies with Sasuke…

Either this person is suicidal, or he has nothing to lose. Or both.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this,” the man says suddenly, the pitch of his voice lower as if he is making a confession to Sasuke. “Years, in fact.”

The puppet bends over him, joints and appendages rattling, and its fingers adjust something that Sasuke can barely see but realises is sticking out of his chest. A half second later, agony flares up from that sharp, jabbing sensation beneath his ribcage.

Out of reflex he tries to shake his head, release it from the vice keeping him immobile, but it’s fruitless. He hears the sound of blood dripping down to the ground and only just managed to clamp down on yet another cry of pain. Tears well in his eyes, his body’s reaction to the overwhelming stimulus. There’s only so much pain one can train themselves to ignore, and this doesn’t fall into that category.

Sound and sight fade out completely for several moments.

He doesn’t fall back into unconsciousness, exactly, but he finds himself completely mired in a suffocating, gnawing onslaught of pain. 

When he comes out of it again, his throat is raw and his lungs are constricted.

“That is closer to the reaction I’m looking for,” the man says, satisfied, and Sasuke realises he was screaming. “It’s better not to bottle these things up, Sasuke Uchiha.”

Sasuke’s body is wracked with tremors, and he tries to take another centring breath to regain control of himself. This time it’s much harder. He needs something to distract himself, needs something useful –

His eyes flit around his surroundings, looking for anything that would offer some help, some release – something else to think on.

“Am I boring you, young man?” the man says, and that window is where his voice is emanating from. It’s coming over a loud-speaker of some kind, which Sasuke realises is because otherwise it would get lost in the insulated walls. “Perhaps you need something to hold your attention in the interim. And easily rectified situation.”

Something is moving, large and cumbersome by the sound of it. Sasuke clenches his fist, attempting to prepare for something he won’t have the strength to fight off.

Which is why when another puppet manoeuvers a mirror into his line of vision, he is confused.

Until it places it several feet in front of him.

The groan of horror that escapes his throat then is a sound he’s never heard himself make, the dying growl of an animal.

His entire chest has been opened up and he is staring at his own bare ribs and internal organs.

It’s not the goriest sight he has ever seen, but there is still an inherent, automatic visceral reaction to this. His stomach heaves – he watches his stomach heave – and he begins to shudder.

“Steady,” the voice tells him, and he feels the burst of chakra trailing down through the puppet’s fingers, calming his racing pulse. “We don’t want you having another heart-attack. Shock is such an interesting phenomenon in the human body.”

Sasuke forces his mind away from the macabre sight before him, mentally scours his drug-slowed brain for something to concentrate on that will keep him conscious. It’s a waiting game, he just needs to…

 “…procedure itself is absolutely fascinating…resembles an operation, but in reverse…”

He’s not quite sure what he needs to do, but falling back into the deceptive peace of unconsciousness is not it.

“…instead of stitching you together, I am taking you apart at the seams…much like the way you rip people’s hearts to pieces, am I right, Sasuke Uchiha?”

The puppet reaches for another tool, and begins to process of carving Sasuke up as he watches. In the mirror, Sasuke can see it peeling back the muscles and tissue that protect his stomach and intestines, as if it is peeling fruit. Blood saturates the wooden fingers, and Sasuke screams again, one unending keen of agony.

He can’t breathe, and the world spins out of focus around him.

Focus! Fucking focus, or you’re going to die!

“The human body is absolutely marvellous in what it can endure. Yours, for example, clinging to life as it is? I imagine if we use our time wisely, I could shape it as easily as a sculptor would with marble or wood.” There is a content sigh, and the puppet selects another scorching hot scalpel from the brazier. “True art.”

Sasuke chokes at this, realising that beyond being sadistic, his captor is also insane. The last person he knew who waxed poetic about art blew up himself and an entire forest.

“Now, now, we can’t have that. If you stop breathing, we’ll be delayed again.” There’s a creaking sound and Sasuke’s head is suddenly straight up, making it easier – albeit much more painful – to breathe. “Is that better?”

Sasuke says nothing, too dizzy and agonised, and focusses instead on a distant thumping noise. He thinks it’s his heart, but it’s too fast. His captor’s solution should be keeping his heart rate steady.

It’s instinct to try to concentrate on a pleasant thought, or seek out a peaceful memory to counteract the slicing, sawing sensations being wreaked upon his bones and organs. But there are so few in his life that he has, retrieving them is too difficult.

He shuts his eyes, needing something – something concrete and unyielding, a universal axiom to draw on.

Immediately, the face of his wife flashes across the backs of his retinas, shifting through the various iterations he has seen in their life together. As the sadistic man and his marionette continue to carve into him, Sasuke imagines he can hear her voice.

“I have family and I have friends…but if you’re gone…to me, it will be the same as being alone.”

“I would do anything for you! So…please just stay with me!”

 “I love you! No matter what’s happened, I still care for you more than I can bear…if I could have taken all your pain…onto myself to comfort you, I would have!”

“I’m begging you, don’t slip away any further!”

“What if…I asked you…to take me with you…?”

“Just once. Say it and mean it. I’ll never ask to hear it again if that’s what you want, but before I can say yes – to the future, to trying, to…to all of it – you have to say it.”

“Yes. Yes to all of it.”

“Shhh. Sasuke, I know you’re scared right now, but you’re safe with me.”

“Can I say out here with you?”

“I’m right here.”

Sasuke’s eyes shoot open, and for the first time since he awoke in this strange place, he feels a sense of clarity and calm.

The thumping noise is becoming louder, and it’s a wonder his torturer can’t hear it. Either he is too focussed on Sasuke at the moment, or he doesn’t care. But something is about to happen, Sasuke knows, and whatever the outcome, there’s something he needs to say.

“I…can never return…the lives I’ve taken,” he whispers haltingly. “But…killing me…will not bring him…back.”

“You think I don’t know that?” the man snaps, voice echoing in the dark through that distant window.

“…will try…to make up for my sins…the rest of my life,” Sasuke continues, trying to convey the earnestness of his words.

“I’m afraid that sentiment is rather useless. Make no mistake, you will be dead by the end of our meeting.”

“Will…my death…bring you that much…joy?”

“Oh, very little. But a moment’s joy is a moment more than I’ve had in a long time,” the man says, while his puppet selects an instrument from the grille. It’s a scooped gouge. “I think we’ll begin by taking those precious eyes of yours. And then –” The puppet draws the tool down toward Sasuke’s groin, and he flinches at the heat searing close to the sensitive flesh there, “ – I know a very useful procedure to deal with bothersome male hormones. To be fair, it’s a little redundant given your imminent death, but best cover all our bases, yes?”

“If you intend…to kill me…you should do it…quickly,” Sasuke rasps.

His captor makes an inquisitive noise. “I never thought I would hear you beg.”

“…Not begging…trying…to save your life…”

There is a beat, and then a startled laugh echoes in the distant darkness. “‘Save my life’? That’s absurd coming from you. What could you possibly do to me as you are now?”

“Not…me…” Sasuke pants as the distant thumping noise suddenly becomes a thunderous crescendo.

There is a thunderous, earth shaking crash in the distance, and the puppet looming over Sasuke is abruptly yanked away from him, torturous instruments and all. The windowed wall where his captor has been hiding himself is abruptly missing a huge chunk, and the microphoned voice suddenly cries out in shock.

It’s followed by a scream of pain, and another explosion that rocks the building. Chunks of ceiling and wall fall all around him, and cracks of light shine through in places. Immobilised as he is, he can’t look away.

Blinding light illuminates the chamber in a sudden flash, and Sasuke squints dumbly for a moment trying to acclimate to the change. When his eyes adjust once more, he perceives a scene that very few men besides him have seen: a hard-eyed goddess, fists clenched and burning with chakra, mouth pulled into an angry snarl. He has ever seen her so filled with anger, exuding a dangerous aura that promises her terrible power over life and death.

When her eyes fall on him, taking in his condition, something terrifying flashes across her features. Sasuke knows, in that moment, that if his insides weren’t hanging out of his body, if she didn’t need to stabilise him as soon as possible, Sakura’s own oath to heal would mean nothing.

She would be taking her anger out on the person who did this to him

He does not want to imagine what that would look like.

He spent three years living alongside a man who cut up bodies and experimented on the living for pleasure. A man who was motivated by discovery and power. Sakura is motivated by something a lot worse – Sasuke knows this better than anyone.

After all, he thinks as he blacks out, how many unspeakable crimes did my family commit in the name of love?

うちは

When he awakens, he is not in the dark room or restrained against the wall. There is still pain, but it’s the ache of exhaustion and overtraining, not the results of prolonged tortured. Glancing downward, he sees thick bandages covering his chest, and disappearing under a thick white blanket. It’s better quality than the run-of-the-mill hospital, which suggests he is somewhere else.

Probably the Kazekage’s residence.

His wife is asleep at his side, kneeling by the bed as if she fell asleep while tending to him. He doesn’t intend to wake her, but the minute his breathing changes, she straightens up.

 “Sakura…” His throat his raw and dry.

“Don’t speak,” she orders him, reaching forward and brushing the pads of her fingertips against his lips. “You’re still weak.” It’s a natural reaction to become indignant at that, but to be honest he is still too tired. “Oh, Sasuke…what did he do to you?”

“Nothing you couldn’t fix,” he says heavily, putting every effort into not faltering in his words. He has absolute faith in her abilities.

“Of course not, but that’s not…” she trails off, swallowing audibly, and shakes her head. “You’re going to be out of commission for a while.” Anger flashes across her features. “Oh, if that bastard wasn’t dead, I’d – ”

Sasuke tries to push himself into sitting position. “You didn’t…?”

“No,” she replies shortly, and with such a note of regret that he winces. “That’s not to say I was entirely kind. I left him a mess of disconnected nerves and a face that didn’t really look like a face anymore, but…but he was alive when I went to find you.”

Sasuke exhales slowly, painfully, relieved that Sakura hasn’t done something horrible on his behalf. Still, it doesn’t answer everything. “Then…?”

“Gaara. He wasn’t impressed to find out that one of his people went rogue.”

Sasuke lets his eyes fall shut in a grimace.

“He shouldn’t have.”

“Sasuke, the guy tortured you!” Sakura cries. “He split you open, and vivisected you while you were still alive!”

“That doesn’t matter.”

“Sasuke –”

“I killed his son,” he tells her, causing her mouth to snap shut with an audible click. “He just…wanted revenge. I understand that need better than most.”

But this doesn’t placate her.

“I don’t give a damn how much you understand,” she snaps. “What he did to you was wrong. There is no justification for ever doing that to another human being.” He thinks to protest, but she continues mercilessly. “Even at your absolute darkest, would you have done that to Itachi?”

Sasuke narrows his eyes – mentioning Itachi is still taboo, even if it’s not for the same reasons as when they were young. But Sakura doesn’t waver, instead raising an eyebrow in challenge, suggesting she isn’t about to let the issue drop until he answers her.

Sasuke pauses, considers, and finds that she does have a point.

He wanted his brother dead, there’s no question of that. But he never truly had the stomach to torture Itachi. At the time, he told himself it was because of how strong his brother was, how tricky it would be to defeat him. Going for anything less than a kill-shot would have been suicide.

“No,” he says eventually, and she sighs in obvious relief.

“I can’t believe this happened,” she whispers.

“It’s not your fault,” he tells her. “It’s happened before.” She gapes at him. “Perhaps not this specifically. But…I have a lot of sins to make up for. Even now. People have demons they need to exorcise.”

“And you’d just…you’d just let them?” she asks faintly, eyes wide.

He winces as his ribs twinge painfully. “…‘Let’ is a strong word.”

She shakes her head at him.

“Sasuke…I’m all for forgiveness,” she tells him softly, “but if you have this harebrained idea to let everyone in the world who has a grudge against you carve out their pound of flesh, then we’re going to have a problem.”

“I need to make amends.”

“You can make amends without having to bleed,” she insists quietly, tenderly stroking his hair off his face.

Sasuke’s eyes soften.

Under normal circumstances he would take her hand in his, offer her some kind of physical reassurance. It hurts too much to contemplate right now, and so instead he tries to lighten the mood another way. “Well, I won’t have to worry about that anymore.”

 Her brows draw together. “Why?”

“Because I have something I didn’t have before.”

“What’s that?”

“A wife that will come to my rescue.”

Sakura snorts, but her mouth pulls into a rueful smirk. “You’re a bit late to the party, darling, I’ve been doing that since we were twelve. You were just too sulky to notice.”

“How many times did I save your life?”

“How many times did I carry you home unconscious?” she retorts. “Or jumped over a cliff to save your ungrateful ass? I could have just left you.”

“You never would have.”

“…I never would have,” she agrees after a pause.

Leaning forward, she lightly brushes her lips against his, soft and tentative, if only out of respect for his injuries. Then, she presses her forehead against his.

“I love you,” she tells him softly, and his heart leaps at the words, though they are commonplace these days. “I hate seeing you in pain.”

“Hm.”

“But if you get yourself into a situation like this again, I swear to every god in existence, I will break as many bones in your body as it takes to stick you in a bed for the rest of your life.”

He snorts at this.

“I’m not even joking, Sasuke,” she warns him. “You have so much to live for right now. There’s you, there’s me…Naruto and Kakashi-sensei…all our friends back home…there’s the children we’re going to have one day –”

Sasuke tenses at this, his torturer’s story repeating itself in his head, and his eyes fly to her abdomen. “You’re not…?”

“What? No!” Sakura says, turning red. “Wait…do you think I look…?”

“No,” he says immediately, forestalling any indignance on her part.

But he fights down a wave of unexpected disappointment. Something must show on his face in spite of his usually controlled reactions, because Sakura’s face smooths out again.

“But one day I will be, right?” she asks him, tentative. “We will be?”

There’s a long, breathless silence between them, the question hanging in the air like a guillotine.

Sasuke knows what his answer should be – the damage that his blood can do, the children he has stolen from their parents in the wake of his vengeance. This whole incident has reminded him very starkly that he doesn’t deserve to have anything close to happiness.

But the look on Sakura’s face, the idea that with a single syllable he can watch her shoulders slump and the light in her eyes go out, is enough to make him want to be selfish.

“Yes,” he tells her, willing a promise into that word.

Immediately, he knows he has made the right choice, deserving or not. Sakura’s face blossoms, the smile as radiant as the day they spoke their vows. Just like that day, her eyes well with tears, but by now he know them to be an expression of joy.

“Good,” she sniffs, swiping at her eyes. “That’s…that’s really good. And a relief.”

He blinks. “What do you mean?”

“Or else all this practicing we’ve been doing to repopulate the Uchiha clan is going to waste.”

It takes him a moment to register what she’s talking about, and then his ears begin to burn. “You’re never letting me live that down, are you?”

“Not until we’re old and grey,” she promises him, lying down beside him and patting his arm reassuringly. “Now, you need to go back to sleep. You have a lot of healing to do, and I have to go with Gaara to explain to a certain Wind Daimyo why his private physician is now a sticky paste all over an abandoned movie theatre.”

Sasuke grimaces. “That’s where he was keeping me?”

“There aren’t many places around here with sound-proofing that aren’t regulated by Gaara’s people,” she tells him, pressing her face into his neck. The skin there feels itchy and new, but he leans into it. “I was scared. Your chakra suddenly disappeared, and I…”

“How did you find me?”

“I’ll tell you when you wake up. You really do need to sleep now, though.”

His heart warms at this, and he can’t help the way his mouth tugs upward. He supposes he can slake his curiosity later. “Very well.”

“That’s what I want to hear.”

“Sakura.”

“Hm?”

“Thank you for rescuing me.”

“Don’t be stupid. I’ll always rescue you.”

“Even from myself?”

“Especially from yourself.”

“…Good.”

終わり

Um…apologies to anyone who I made gag or cry. This was really hard for me to write, but it insisted on being written. Hope you guys are all okay now that it’s over. I just felt like a reminder was needed that not all of Sakura and Sasuke’s adventures during the Blank Period would have been happy or safe.

As part of the SasuSakuFestival, please go to the ssfest page and vote, like and/or reblog once it’s up, thanks! That would be majorly appreciated!

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Transformers Prime 15 Day Challenge: Day 10-13

Hahahahaha guess who got sick and had work and forgot about certain things, yay!!!

Let’s just get to it.

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As we know, Transformers is a show meant To Sell Toys. You got any? What’s your favorite? Which one wants to make you throw it across the room in frustration because dear God, please help the poor child that attempts to transform that First Edition Bumblebee??

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Oh Primus help me, I have So Many. I mean, I’m no hardcore collector, I don’t have a dedicated display case or what have you and most of my babies are either drugstore finds or the occasional Good Will surprise (with a few joyful additions from fellow fans), but I love them all to (sometimes literal) pieces.

That being said, I do have a bit of hierarchy. My fav of favs is my Cybertron Vector Prime in his alternate orange and bronze color scheme. He’s been with me forever and I believe I got him from my friend Casey way back in high school??? Anyway, Vector was my first ‘proper’ Transformer, since my Revoltech Optimus Prime and Megatron don’t actually TRANSFORM, and he’s aged very VERY well. He still occupies his favorite corner on the bookshelf, can still throw and epic pose or ten, and I STILL REMEMBER HOW TO TRANSFORM HIM. HA.

On the opposite end of the spectrum, my least favorite of the bunch would have to be what I think is a G2 Wheeljack knock off. I found him in a Good Will mixed bag, and though he has a very cool alt mode and is in pretty decent shape for where I found him (only missing a door, not bad), I literally have NO IDEA HOW TO TRANSFORM HIM. Every time I try, something creaks or I hear this unsettling crackling noise and I just- I can’t. It’s not like ratcheting joints or parts clicking together, no, these are sounds of AGONY and PAIN and I feel So Bad for even trying I just put him back down in his car mode and apologize.

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Though the show has its drama, it has some wonderful humor. And…some wonderfully cracky shorts. What’s your favorite funny moment of TFP? And yes, this totally includes Ask Megatron and whatever other short content that got produced. By adults. The decked out Nemesis is fair game, it’s totally canon.

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Oh man, where do I START.

There was so much about TF:P that was so genuine that it stuns me to this day that it got away with as much as it did, but for funnies?

There is literally nothing that gets me giggling faster than Knock Out and Starscream running from Terrorcons. Like, I know it’s supposed to be super serious and there’s bad juju going down, but COME ON!

YOU ARE A CAR AND A PLANE, WHY ARE YOU RUNNING?! Also, Knock Out runs like he’s practicing to cosplay Captain Jack Sparrow. That arms ahead flailing run is just HILARIOUS.

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Drifting back to the serious, TFP had its moments of quiet and mourning, of loss and friendship. What was your favorite heartfelt or heartbreaking moment of the series?

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Geeze, there were a lot of tear jerker moments in TF:P, especially in Season One. Raf being poisoned by Dark Energon, the whole debacle with Cliffjumper, AIRACHNID- Don’t EVEN get me started on the Orion Pax episodes.

However, out of all of those brilliant scenes and heart wrenching moments, the number one among them was the one I don’t think ANYONE saw coming.

I know probably a lot of people are going to say this scene, but for me, it struck home with a force I was not expecting. Ratchet’s been primarily a baseline defender, keeping track of things at the home base and being there when people get hurt. He depends on the others to make the right choices, to fight the good fight that he can’t. And above all else, he TRUSTS Optimus to do the right thing.

But he’s also an old mech, one whose seen more war and death and hatred than anyone should ever witness, whose only true desire at this point in the struggle is to FINALLY be able to go HOME.

And he’s just been told that the only known way to restore that home has been utterly destroyed.

I honestly started tearing up, and broke down entirely when he said the line; “Optimus, we needed that.”

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Seeing as like, 90% of the characters are coded male…what’s your favorite OTP/BrOTP? You can answer either or both, just remember to tag accordingly! Am I gonna regret this? Maybe.

…what’s gonna work? teeeeeeeeeamwork!

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I’m going to say this right now- I am an ENORMOUS sucker for Ratchet/Wheeljack in pretty much any continuity. I’ve roleplayed both of them, I’ve both read and written fic for the pair, and there may even be some smut buried in my closet.

So when I have to break down and say that, for TF:P, my favorite team was NOT The Dynamic Science Duo?

WELL.

Starscream and Knock Out.

These two Cons were practically at each other’s throats from the get go, Knock Out not caring a twitch about Starscream or his position and Starscream being royally offended by the blase attitude, so when they ended up working together, not just due to circumstance, but by choice?

I couldn’t help it. I was totally hooked.

They snarked and sassed each other ruthlessly, and they never seemed to TRULY see eye to eye, but they understood each other and where they stood, and that more than anything else was what really made them work. They knew what they were getting into, they knew what to expect, they knew they could make it work and they DID. Over and over and over again, with spectacular results every. Single. Time.

Sure, not all those results were exactly positive *coughTerrorconscough*, but they successful and ingenious and NO ONE ELSE WOULD HAVE GOT THERE.

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A/N; The is the second part to Lies (If you haven’t read it yet you may want to here is the link Lies) Gabriel has kind of moved on but he still isn’t 100%. He is now with Bobby and Ellen’s daughter and twin sister of Jo (obviously AU) Gabriel still hasn’t fully gotten over his lover’s death and it is starting to impact his new relationship…lots of drama, fluff, smut, and angst ahead. 

Warnings: Smut 

Words: 2,098

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Gabriel lay watching Lily sleep. He sighed running his finger down her cheek. She smiled at his touch snuggling closer. Gabriel had never felt more like a jerk in his life. He had the perfect lover beside him smiling at his touch and he still couldn’t bring himself to fully commit. Gabriel knew that Lily was getting frustrated with his erratic moods. One day he was in love with her and the next he barely paid her any attention. He could be honest… Gabriel could tell her that it was all because of his last lover’s death. He could tell her that she was scared to death to be in love but he wasn’t. The last thing Gabriel needed was Lily thinking he was weak. A weak archangel for a lover? What a bunch of shit!!

It didn’t help either that Lily was a hunter like her parents Bobby and Ellen Singer. He hated when she would go off on hunts with Sam and Dean. Gabriel always wanted to bust in a room, kill everyone except team free will, and carry Lily home over his shoulder. The last thing he wanted was to tell the Singers and her twin Jo something bad happened to her. That thought petrified Gabriel. He couldn’t handle losing another lover. Watching the light leave her eyes and holding her lifeless body couldn’t happen again!! He wouldn’t let her die! Gabriel would use whatever power he could to keep her young and healthy. He wouldn’t face eternity alone.

“Thanks dad for making me pretty powerful as that’s all you’ve basically done.”

He thought coldly. Gabriel still really hadn’t forgiven his father for all that had happened.  Gabriel pushed the thoughts out of his head before leaning forward and pressing a sweet kiss to Lily’s lips. She squeaked, wrapping her arms around his neck, snuggling closer.

“Can you make yourself taste like coffee this morning?”

Gabriel chuckled.

“Nope. Honey is your favorite. I’m your favorite so honey it is. I’ll wake you up if you want…”

He replied innocently. Lily quickly shifted herself in his arms so her lips were automatically two inches from his.

“Bring it angel.”

Her eyes fluttered open as Gabriel yanked her into a long kiss. She sighed happily against his sweet flavored lips. He always knew how to make kissing almost more exciting than it should have been. Gabriel pushed Lily on her back snapping his fingers, leaving her nude beneath him.

“So beautiful…damn it baby…the things you do to me”

Gabriel’s hands were stroking her face before going down her body, cupping her breasts. Lily rocked her hips against Gabriel’s body. His erection was already digging into her thigh as Gabriel’s lips were back on hers. Lily let him kiss her a moment before she pushed Gabriel on his back.   

His golden eyes watched every move that Lily made as she climbed on him perching herself on his waist.

“I’m going to tear you up kid.”

Gabriel rocked his hips massaging his aching erection into Lily’s wet entrance. It had been like this for months. Their sex life was hot and fiery. It was their relationship that needed work.

“You better angel.”

Lily smirked when she heard him purr. Calling him angel was almost a kink for Gabriel. What she was working on now was getting Gabriel to show her his wings. This was something Gabriel still wouldn’t do. He wouldn’t even discuss it. Lily knew touching his wings would be almost like sex to him as well as being one of their most intimate moments. Gabriel however, wanted no part of it.

Her mind went to the night they had an argument about her seeing his wings. It was less than cozy…

Lily was getting ready for bed silently. She knew Gabriel was catching on the something wasn’t right. He had watched her silently through dinner as she pushed the food around in her plate. She had seen him and Sam exchange looks but neither said anything.

“So what’s going on with you?”

Gabriel asked appearing out of nowhere. His golden eyes were watching her like a hawk. He was clearly trying to put together the cause of her silence.

Lily looked up as she put her hair brush down.

“I’m just tired.”

“Stop lying to me.”

Gabriel said coldly. Lily took a breath before turning.

“Can I see your wings?”

Gabriel cocked his head to the side before chuckling. He walked to Lily kissing the top of her head.

“You’re cute.”

He walked back to bed undoing his shirt. Lily frowned.

“I’m being serious Gabriel.”

His amber eyes rolled to hers. This time they didn’t looks so jovial. Instead he looked annoyed.

“No.”

Lily crossed her arms feeling even worse.

“Why not?”

Gabriel buttoned his shirt back up frowning hard. This was the time he looked like a total archangel.

“Because I said so Lily. Now drop it!”

Lily was in no mood to drop it. In fact she looked even more encouraged to continue her assault.

“You don’t trust me do you?”

Gabriel’s mouth dropped and the electricity in the hotel flicked. She knew immediately he was angry.

“I’m an archangel, not your fucking pet Lily. If you want to see wings so bad go find you another angel. Go to bed!”

“Earth to Lily.”

Gabriel cooed. He knew what was going through her mind but he wasn’t ready to make himself that vulnerable to her yet.

She gently nibbled on Gabriel’s shoulder resulting in him hissing. He always made his skin taste like honey or some sugar mixture. It was how kept Lily’s mouth on him. Both seemed to have their heads in the game now. Gabriel slowly rocked his hips into her. He smiled at the small whimpers she made as his cock made contact with her clit.

“I need you Gabriel.”

He chuckled.

“I thought you wasn’t going to fuck me again. That’s what you said the other night in our latest argument.”

Lily growled.

“Don’t start Gabriel. I will blue ball you until you beg for it. I could just get off right now and go back to sleep. After all that is what I was doing before….”

She didn’t have a chance to respond before Gabriel crammed himself inside. Both gasped at the tightness as Gabriel slowly started a steady pace. Lily let her head fall back as the ripples of pleasure went through her.

“You aren’t going anywhere darling.”

Gabriel manged to get out between thrusts. He held Lily in place making sure to remain balls deep as he slammed into her tight body. Gabriel smirked at the idea of fucking her so sore she wouldn’t be able to walk properly later that day when they had to go to her parents. Bobby and Ellen were no fools. They knew that their daughter and Gabriel was sleeping together.

Gabriel was honestly shocked that Bobby hadn’t made some comment to him about their arrangement but he hadn’t. Gabriel was partially waiting for that to happen later that day. He had heard Ellen tell Lily that she needed a normal relationship that didn’t leave her guessing. Gabriel frowned at that thought. So it wasn’t only Lily who didn’t know what she was to him. Gabriel couldn’t blame Ellen for wondering though. He didn’t behave like a normal boyfriend did most of the time. He winced at the time that Lily had slid her hand onto his during one of his particularly moody moments and Gabriel had moved away.

“Gabriel…you do realize that we are in the middle of fucking right? You down there all zoned out now? Are you with me?”

Gabriel’s golden eyes snapped open as he quickly flipped Lily on her back. He began to fuck her harder if possible. Listening to her mews of pleasure and the way she was withering beneath him, Gabriel knew that she didn’t have much longer before she would be coming hard.

“Gabe I can’t…”

Lily whimpered as she watched Gabriel’s face. He snapped his eyes closed before pushing deeper. She smiled as his hands clenched into fists above her; a indicator he was about to come as well. The archangel had lost all control of his trying to just pleasure her now it was just hardcore fucking.

“Stop talking more orgasming.”

Gabriel hissed feeling his own body begin to tighten. He wanted nothing more than to use his grace on her. Lily would never want another human man again. She would be craving him like never before. If he bonded with her she would definitely never want another mortal. One touch from Gabriel could have her in a wet, horny, tizzy that only he could fix. Gabriel pushed the thoughts from his mind. He almost bonded with his last lover and look where that got her.  Lily wouldn’t be the next…

Lily’s body tightening around him pulled Gabriel from his thoughts.

“That’s is princess. Come for me.”

Gabriel cooed pressing his lips to hers to silence her screams. The last thing he really wanted was for Sam or Dean to rib him later about fucking Lily into outer space. The Winchester’s didn’t like the idea of their adopted sister and Gabriel being together either. Although Gabriel liked to antagonize them as much as possible he knew it bothered Lily and he didn’t really want to start anything with her being in earshot.

Lily cried out as she fell over the edge of no return. Gabriel groaned pushing himself harder into her.  

“Almost there kid. See I told you that I would tear you up.”

Gabriel managed to get out before pulling Lily into another kiss. Her fingers dug into his back as he delivered one final push before exploding. Both panted as Gabriel continued to rock his hips into her. Neither seemed to worry about how long this was continuing. All that mattered at the moment was the lazy kisses and Gabriel’s still slightly hard cock pumping into Lily’s soaking body.

A knock at the door was what pulled both Gabriel and Lily from their morning sex ritual. Dean’s voice on the other side completely ruined the moment.

“Lily it’s almost time to get to your parents. If you and angel boy are fucking you two need to wrap it up and be down stairs in like 10 minutes.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes looking down at Lily who putting a hand over his face.

“The fuck is he talking about? I never wrap it up! I want to feel that juicy pussy of yours on my cock all the time.”

Lily giggled.

“Not what he meant Gabriel.”

Gabriel smirked.

“I know exactly what he meant. Fine no more sex for us today. I’m going to tell Dean my dick was doing raw anyway so he showed up at a good time.”

Lily sighed as Gabriel pulled away from her and started pulling on his abandoned jeans. She watched him a moment. His eyes didn’t return to her as he started dressing. Lily stood shaking her head. It looked like today was going to be one of those days where Gabriel wasn’t her boyfriend again. As much as she loved the sex that came with their relationship, Lily wanted something concrete. She was tired of always wondering what she was to the archangel. Did he love her? Did he even want to be with her like that? Was she just an object?

Walking into the hotel bathroom, Lily quickly began to clean herself up and get dressed. She didn’t want to spend the whole day mentally fussing with herself over Gabriel. She was in town to see her parents and sister. They were what she wanted to be focused on. Maybe the next few days she could give Gabriel a taste of his own medicine and let him see how shitty it felt to be ignored and forgotten about.

Lily smirked at the idea but also felt bad too. What if Gabriel didn’t get it? What if he just took it as she was finally leaving him alone except when he wanted attention? The whole thing would be a big miserable waste of time.

“Gabriel really cares about you. He just doesn’t know how to show it fully.”

Cas’ words came into her head instantly. That gave Lily some hope.

“Lily, if you don’t hurry Dean is going to have his moose come in here after us.”

Gabriel said calmly from the other side of the door.

“Be right out….”

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