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#I’ve had this idea forever and only got around to drawing it now

solar-wing · 2 months

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⚣ It's Not A Competition 🥇

⚣👊🏻 A/N → SURPRISE! double post today! I've been wanting to do a Clark Kent post forever but never had any good ideas. Then, this popped into my mind. Also, I'm really trying to clear out my drafts and any old requests. WARNINGS: Canon-Typical Violence | Jealousy | Established Relationship

⚣👊🏻 Summary → Dark Knight this and Dark Knight that. What about Superman?! He's also a great hero! Better than Batman, at least. The guy doesn't even have powers. But that's what makes him more interesting and cool, according to Y/N. And frankly, Clark has had quite enough and intends to show him why Superman is way better than Batman.

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Clark just didn’t get it.

Why was it that Y/N was so obsessed with Batman and not Superman? All the young reporter ever talked about was the Dark Knight and how he was so cool and mysterious. Going on and on about his awesome gadgets and the fact that he had no powers, which made him so interesting.

Clark very much would beg to differ.

“You know, Superman can shoot lasers out of his eyes, and I heard he can move faster than the speed of sound,” Clark pointed out while walking with Y/N down the sidewalk. They decided to go out for lunch and since the Daily Planet was so close to one of Y/N's favorite restaurants downtown, he figured, why not just walk together?

“Clark, not this again,” Y/N chuckled while sipping his drink.

“I’m sorry, you just always talk about how great Batman is, and I’m not saying he’s bad, but I don’t get how he’s better than Superman?”

“You know, you’re starting to sound like Lois with all your Superman praise and comparison.”

“Well, she’s not wrong. I mean, come on. What can Batman do that Superman can’t?” Clark asked, looking down at his boyfriend while waiting for an answer.

“Batman’s quicker on his feet. He thinks of solutions faster and more creatively than what I’ve seen from Superman. Plus, he’s resourceful. The guy’s got a freaking jet. The only people I could think of that own jets and planes and all the crazy gadgets he has would probably be Lex Luthor or Bruce Wayne.”

Clark tried not to react to the irony of that statement, rather focusing on how he could combat that logic even though it was true. He had to admit that his comrade, whether in the field or in practice, was very good at analyzing a situation and using whatever he had around him to his advantage.

Still, it didn’t mean he was better than him.

“Well, Superman can also fly, and as many have witnessed, is crazy strong.”

“Yes, he is. But if Batman can afford a jet, I’m pretty sure he can afford a jetpack, too. Plus, we all know how strong Superman is, some more than others. Their insurance claims can definitely speak to how strong he is.”

That last line Y/N said was more so to himself than as a statement to Clark. However, it didn’t take away the slight sting from his words, considering how true they were.

“So you’re saying Superman is reckless and bad at his job or something?” Clark accused.

“What? No, I’m not saying that at all. Why are you getting so defensive about this? You’re acting as if you know the guy. Wait, do you know him?” Y/N asked, now looking up at his giant of a boyfriend.

Sometimes, he wondered what kind of genes ran in Clark’s family. It was a bit of a puzzle to Y/N why the six-foot-something man was in journalism rather than something that seemed more his speed, like fitness or athletics.

“No, of course not. I just don’t think it’s fair or even logical to compare Superman to someone like Batman, considering what each of them has respectfully achieved, not to mention the state of their cities and everything. I mean, have you ever been to Gotham before?” Clark asked, doing his best to not draw any more curiosity or suspicion out of the younger male.

Not that he was doing a good job of that in the first place.

Clark just wished he could’ve shown Y/N why Superman was better than Batman. They’d only been dating for a few months so it wasn’t reasonable or even smart for the Kryptonian to consider revealing his identity to him, no matter how much he wanted to.

“Clark, it’s not a competition. You know that, right?” Y/N said, placing his hand on Clark’s arm.

They paused in their steps, Clark looking down at the gentle hand lying across his forearm before looking up into the eyes that always put him under a spell. He smiled to himself, thinking of the fact that even if Y/N favored Batman over Superman, Clark was still the real winner, because he had him.

He took his hand in his own, doing his best to contain his excitement pulse at the feeling of his larger hand surrounding the smaller one in his grip. Y/N was still a male, so his hand wasn’t dainty or small by any means, but compared to Clark’s, it might as well have been.

“Yeah, I know. Sorry, I got a little bit crazy.” Clark apologized with a small kiss on the shorter man’s hand causing a slight blush to appear on the smaller male’s cheeks.

“It’s ok. Besides, I like a little bit of crazy. Keeps things interesting.” Y/N said before continuing their walk towards Clark’s place of work.

‘You have no idea,’ Clark thought to himself as he followed behind, letting himself be tugged along.

They returned to the Daily Planet to find everywhere in a buzz, chattering excitedly with each other as various individuals were either running to the bathroom with pouches of makeup and skincare and others at their desks touching up their hair and clothes.

“What’s going on?” Clark asked aloud as he strode into the office while still holding Y/N’s hand.

“Was it like this when we left?” His boyfriend asked, chuckling at the comical movements and gestures of the rushing to get re-ready for whatever was happening.

“No, it was actually the opposite,” The reporter stated before eventually spotting Lois at her desk, who was also touching up her makeup and hair. He made his way over to the desk area, narrowly avoiding multiple people rushing while pulling Y/N closer to him to keep him from getting bumped into.

“Lois, what’s going on?”

“Oh, hey, Smallville. Hello, Y/N. Didn’t you both get the emergency email Perry sent to everyone earlier?” She said in her usual fast-paced, business tone while curling her eyelashes.

“No, We were at lunch. What was the email about?”

“Oh, Clark. Must I always have to save your butt?” Lois said before handing her phone over to the man, Y/N chuckling behind him at the comment.

Clark threw him a look while Y/N did his best to keep a neutral face before reading over the email.

“Bruce Wayne is coming to the Daily Planet?”

Y/N's eyes went comically large at the mention, immediately jumping to read the email for himself, “No way!”

Lois smirked to herself before grabbing her phone back from the man, while Clark just stared at his boyfriend in jealous shock from his excited outburst. “Yep. Wayne Enterprises has announced its support of various major liberal movements and is donating large proceeds to different organizations calling for massive change in the nation. And with this being an election year, many political figures and business entities are feeling a little uneasy at this sudden new support from the tech giant. And yours truly, landed the exclusive interview with him to get all the nitty and gritty details .”

Y/N’s eyes were almost bugging out of his head, before he ran to the bathroom himself, snatching his hand from Clark’s who looked desperately after him.

“Dammit, Bruce.” The reporter growled under his breath.

“You say something?” Lois asked while powdering her nose.

“No,” Clark responded gruffly, an irritated glint in his eye before walking to his own desk.

After everyone has ridiculously made themselves extra presentable, including Y/N much to Clark’s annoyance, the pair stand outside the room with a few others, watching through the glass pane walls as the interview is broadcast live to the entire nation. Lois asked Mr. Wayne various questions, ranging from his real intentions behind his charitable donations to whether he was looking to begin any political endeavors and win the favor of the public.

Bruce answers every question with confidence and suaveness, leaving no room for questions about his actions, and denies any political motivations. Y/N watched impressed from the other end while Clark just looked around with a grim and irritated look, his arms crossed as he listened to the interview and watched his boyfriend fanboy over his secret comrade.

“Well, you certainly seem like the charming and noble benefactor, Mr. Wayne. I can see why you're known as ‘Gotham’s Favorite Son.’ I have to ask though, even if you truly have no political ambitions, aren’t you worried that these donations and announcements along with the unwavering stance you’ve taken on these political topics will inevitably place a target on you?” Lois asked, notepad and pen sitting with poise and precision, ready to take down every little thing the billionaire said.

“Wow, I can see why she’s so respected. She’s nailing this interview.” Y/N commented.

Clark nodded to that. Even if he wasn’t feeling the most agreeable at the moment, he’d always give hats off to Lois’ skills. The woman was a powerhouse when it came to this stuff.

“Well, first off, thank you for your earlier comment. I don’t think of myself as anyone’s favorite, but even I can’t control what the public says or does,” Bruce responded with his ever-so-billion-dollar smile, earning a laugh from Lois and probably every other American tuning into this broadcast, including Y/N.

Clark, however, wasn’t impressed. He’d heard funnier.

“But, to answer your question,” Bruce continued, “...any move in the business or even the political world I imagine can be considered a risky one. I’m not going to pretend that my decisions have made some very happy, and others very unhappy. That’s life. You can’t please everyone. But, to sit and accept things as the way they are for fear of retaliation or backlash is misery in itself. I believe anyone who doesn’t speak up for what they truly believe or want for fear of ‘rocking the boat’ is just content with living in their own misery. And, let me be clear before I’m canceled—I know the meaning behind that now thanks to my kids, particularly my two youngest sons—I’m not saying someone who’s genuinely content and happy with where they are is included in this. I’m specifically talking to those who want change, and want to create a better world, but are waiting for others to do it for them.”

Despite its clichéness, many in the hall gave a small clap to the CEO’s words, Y/N looking thoroughly impressed himself.

“Wow, he really is an inspiring man,” Y/N commented.

“He’s alright,” Clark said in response.

Y/N gave the taller man a suspicious side look, “Alright, what’s going on with you? You’ve been standing there pouting

since this interview started. What, do you not like Bruce Wayne or something?"

Clark sighed before looking down at his boyfriend. It was true, he wasn't really liking the guy at the moment. But, it was just because he was so jealous. He didn’t like how Y/N was looking at him, or how he was talking about him.

It wasn't fair.

The reporter wanted Y/N to be looking at him and only him like that, and he wanted his attention and affection, and he wanted him to only talk about him like that. It was petty, and it was selfish, but Clark didn’t care.

He just wanted Y/N to only admire Clark Kent. not Bruce Wayne.

Only Superman, not Batman.

Despite Y/N's earlier words about it not being a competition, Clark knew the truth. It was a competition, one he was not planning on losing.

"No, I don't not like him. I'm just not that impressed, is all. He's not a superhero." Clark said.

"Neither is Lex Luthor. But, that doesn't stop the public from making him the villain in his story. I'm sure there's a lot more to Bruce Wayne than the media is letting on."

"Oh, trust me. There's more to him than what meets the eye," Clark mumbled to himself as the interview was getting ready to wrap up.

"Well, on behalf of the Daily Planet, I'd like to thank you for joining us today. Your words are certainly ones that will not go unheard by many. I look forward to—"

Before Lois could finish speaking, the lights in the building suddenly went out, leaving the office pitch black. A few people in the hall gasp, Y/N instinctively grabbing Clark's arm, who in turn places his hand over the smaller man's own.

"What's going on?" Someone asks.

"I don't know. It's almost like a blackout, but it can't be because we have backup generators. They should've turned it on by now." Another responded.

"Clark, what's going on?" Y/N asked toward his boyfriend, who was holding the smaller male closer to him out of instinct.

"I'm not exactly sure..."

Just as he said that, the lights came back on, and everyone was looking around confused as to what the source of the blackout was.

"Oh my god!" One of the people in the hall screamed suddenly as everyone turned back towards the interview room. Inside the room, some members of the crew suddenly had masks with insignias covering their faces on them. One of them was behind Lois holding a dagger to her neck while another stood to the side, pointing a gun directly at Bruce's head.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt, Ms. Lane," The individual in the middle of the room said, "But, this interview isn't over just yet."

"Who the hell are you people?!" Lois asked, fear and anger in her eyes as the blade was held to her neck.

"Wouldn't you like to know? As for Mr. Wayne, we're going to have a little chat. I suggest you and your friends don't follow or intervene. Otherwise, this broadcast won't be the only thing getting cut" The masked individual threatened, nodding to Lois.

"Don't you dare touch her," Bruce warned, his expression serious, as he got ready to stand.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Mr. Wayne. We wouldn't want anything bad to happen, now would we? Especially with all of America watching right now."

Bruce sat back down, knowing that his opponent was right. He couldn't let them hurt Lois, and he certainly couldn't risk any lives in this room.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wayne. We'll make this quick," The leader said as one of the other masked goons went to lock the door that led inside the interview room.

"Clark, we have to do something," Y/N said, his heart racing a mile a minute.

"I know. Stay here. I'll be back." Clark said before running off, leaving the smaller male alone.

"What? Clark, wait! Where are you going?" Y/N called after him, but the taller man didn't hear him, already too far away.

'What the hell is he doing?' Y/N thought to himself before turning his attention back towards the situation in front of him.

As Clark rounded the corner and made his way down the hallway, he made sure no one was watching him before he ran as fast as he could into the supply closet. Once inside, he quickly changed into his suit before taking off through the backdoor.

"So, how does it feel knowing that you're on the side of the wrong? How does it feel knowing that no matter what you do, you'll never be able to fix the mess you made? All the lives lost because of you," The masked man asked Bruce, who was sitting calmly in his chair, his eyes not showing an ounce of fear.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Of course you don't. None of you wealthy elites do. You don't know the pain and suffering your companies and your products cause to others. You don't know the misery you cause. Well, allow us to show you." The man said before signaling his partners.

One of them immediately moved and grabbed a hold of the camera, pointing it directly at the masked man in the center.

"Hello, Metropolis. And hello, America. If you're watching this, that means you're just as much a part of this as we are. if you've been sitting here listening to the lies and promises of a better world by this man and his kind, you are as much a part of his schemes as he is. It is because of people like him that we have the world we live in. It's because of people like him that so many of us suffer. It's because of people like him that the world will only continue to rot and decay until there is nothing left but a pile of ashes. But, we will not be the ones who burn. We will not be the ones who lose. We will not be the ones who suffer, not anymore. Today, we fight back. Today, we will show the world that we will not be silenced, we will not be oppressed. We will not allow the likes of him and his kind to continue to control us anymore with false promises of a better tomorrow while lining their own pockets. Today, we say enough is enough. Today, we rise. Today, we will take back what is rightfully ours. Today, we take back our freedom and our lives from the rich and corrupt." The man spoke, his words filled with conviction and determination, but also hatred and poison as he stared deep into the camera.

"And if any of you try to stop us, then you will be considered just as guilty as the rest of them. We will not be silenced. We will not be ignored. And if you think that the likes of Batman and Superman will save you, I wouldn't be too sure of that..."

As soon as the leader was done with his speech, the sound of the glass shattering was heard as Superman broke through the windows, flying into the room before stopping directly in front of the man holding the camera.

"But, I am..." The Man of Steel said, shooting a laser beam at the dagger being held by the goon threatening Lois. He immediately dropped the blade as it became too hot, giving the Daily Planet reporter the opportunity she needed to escape his hold.

"Bastards," She cursed, turning around and delivering a kick to the masked man's groin.

He groaned out in pain, falling to the floor before Lois punched him in the face, knocking him out.

Superman turned his attention back toward the masked man standing in the center, "I believe it's time for you to take a hike."

"Not yet. We still have unfinished business," The man said before signaling his other henchman. The man immediately aimed his gun at the Kryptonian, firing shot after shot into him.

Superman stood his ground as the bullets hit him, before eventually, the gun ran out.

"You're right. This is definitely the end," Superman said as he flew toward the man, knocking him out before he could reload his gun.

As Superman finished off the last of the henchmen, the leader turned back towards the camera, "Sorry, Superman. But, the damage has already been done. I hope you enjoyed this little taste of what's to come."

Before the Kryptonian could stop him, the man took out a smoke bomb, throwing it onto the ground and covering the room in a cloud of smoke.

"Crap," Superman cursed, unable to see as the man escaped.

As the smoke began to clear, Bruce took out his phone, "Alfred, I need you to track this signal."

"Understood, sir. I've also informed the police and they're on their way," Alfred responded.

"Good," Bruce said before turning back towards the room.

The actual camera crew was not out in the hall, hugging their co-workers who were all relieved at their safety. The broadcast was cut from the air, but there was no doubt every TV station from here to San Francisco was talking about it. Y/N was standing nearby, his eyes filled with awe and admiration as he stared up at Superman.

There was something oddly familiar about him.

...

Nah.

"That was incredible, Mr. Wayne," Lois said.

"I could say the same thing about you. I'm glad you're ok."

Lois smiled at him, "You were worried about me?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?" Bruce asked, a small smile forming on his lips.

Lois blushed slightly before turning back to look at Superman, who was now standing right in front of the two.

"Thank you for the save, Superman," Lois said, extending her hand out to the Kryptonian.

"My pleasure," Superman said, shaking the woman's hand before his attention was drawn toward Bruce who just gave him an appreciative nod. Though the look in his eyes signaled they would definitely be communicating about things later.

As Bruce and Lois moved towards the hallway, Lois spotted Y/N who was standing close to the door peeking inside.

"Oh Y/N, there you are! Thank goodness, you're alright." Lois said, walking over to him and hugging him.

"Yeah, I'm ok. Are you?" He asked, looking up at the woman.

"I'm fine. I'm tougher than I look."

"That's good to hear. And, it's good to see you’re okay as well Mr. Wayne. That was scary." Y/N said, turning his attention to the billionaire.

"Yes, I'm glad I'm alright, too," Bruce said, his attention on Y/N.

"Oh, Bruce Wayne, this is Y/N L/N. He's one of our upcoming new reporters along with Clark Kent, who you've met before." Lois said, introducing the two.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wayne," Y/N said, extending his hand out.

Bruce took it, giving the younger man a firm handshake, "The pleasure is all mine."

As the two looked at each other, Clark was standing nearby, his gaze focused on the two, his fists clenched.

'I swear to Rao...' He thought to himself, jealousy coursing through his body as he watched the two interact.

"So, Mr. Wayne, what do you think that was all about?" Y/N asked.

Bruce turned to look at the woman, an amused eyebrow raised, "He must be getting trained by you," He said, sparking a laugh from Lois and another eye roll from the Kryptonian before flying off, "And please, call me Bruce. Mr. Wayne makes me feel old."

"Bruce, then. What do you think that was all about?" Y/N asked again.

"Well, I can't be certain, but based on their words and their actions, I'd say they were a group of anarchists."

"Anarchists?"

"Yes. They're not an uncommon group. Many people are growing tired of the way things are in this country. With the state of the economy and the government, it's only a matter of time before things begin to boil over."

"So, you think this is going to happen more often?"

"I'm not sure. But, I have a feeling we haven't seen the last of them."

Y/N nodded his thoughts on the events that had transpired earlier.

"Y/N!" Clark called, interrupting the conversation.

"Clark, there you are! You had me worried sick," The smaller male said while hugging his boyfriend, missing the sharp look the taller man was throwing at the billionaire.

"I just went to alert the building security and the police. Seems everything turned alright though since Superman showed up," Clark said, wrapping an arm around the younger man's waist while still giving a side eye to Bruce who was watching with amusement.

"Yes, thank goodness he did. I'm sure we all owe him a huge thanks for his services."

"Yes, indeed we do. But, unfortunately, I must be going now. It was a pleasure meeting you, Y/N." Bruce said, extending his hand once more to the younger man, who took it, shaking it gently.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, too."

Bruce smiled at him before turning back to Lois, "And it was a pleasure seeing you again, Lois."

"Likewise, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce smirked, "I do believe we're a bit past the formalities now, Lois. Please, call me Bruce."

"Of course. Bruce." The woman replied, her tone flirty and her expression coy.

Y/N noticed this and turned to look at Clark, whose expression was blank as he looked on.

"Will do, Lois. I look forward to our next meeting," Bruce said before stopping in front of Clark.

"Good seeing you as well Clark, as short-lived as it was," Bruce said, extending his hand out for a handshake.

Clark reluctantly took it, the handshake lasting longer than was necessary.

"Likewise," Clark replied.

Bruce nodded, his eyes giving the reporter a knowing look before he was escorted out by security.

Once the billionaire was out of sight, Clark and Y/N decided to leave as well, making their way towards the elevator.

"Well, that was a crazy day," Y/N said.

"Yeah, tell me about it."

"Do you think Bruce Wayne knows Batman?"

Clark stopped mid-step, a shocked expression on his face as he looked down at his boyfriend.

"Are you serious right now? You can't be serious?" The taller man said with an indignant expression.

"What?"

"You're still thinking of Batman after Superman just came and saved everyone?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, he's a hero too. They both are. Besides, Superman is always getting most of the credit, don't you think? It would make sense if they were working together. You know, the world's greatest detective and the world's greatest hero, solving crime and catching the bad guys. Wouldn't that be so cool?" Y/N asked, his eyes gleaming with excitement at the thought.

"No, not really. I don't see why that would be a good idea," Clark said, rolling his eyes.

Y/N sighed, "Clark, remember what we talked about earlier about it not being a competition?"

Clark looked down at the smaller man, his eyes filled with frustration, "Yeah, but it doesn't mean you have to obsess over Batman. Superman is just as obsessed-worthy!"

"Clark, seriously, what is up with you? It's not like I want to marry him or something."

"You're acting like you want to," Clark mumbled under his breath.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Look, Clark. I'm not going to say I'm not a fan of Batman. I mean, I think he's cool. But, that doesn't mean that I'm not a fan of Superman either. I'm a fan of both of them. I think they're both great heroes, and I think they both do good work."

"But, you don't think that Batman is cooler, or that he's better than Superman?" Clark asked, his expression pleading.

"I mean, I guess. But, why does that matter? Why are you so hung up about this?"

"Because, I—" Clark started before stopping, knowing he was about to give away his identity.

"You what?"

"I just want you to think of me, is all," Clark said, looking down at the ground, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Y/N's heart softened at the confession, the older man looking like a little kid who just got his favorite toy taken away. He stepped forward, cupping the taller man's face in his hands, causing him to look up.

"Clark, I do think about you. I think about you all the time and I love how protective you are of me. Whether I like Batman or Superman more isn't going to change that" Y/N said, trying his best to ease his boyfriend's fears.

"Promise?" Clark asked.

Y/N chuckled, "I promise."

"Good," Clark smiled while leaning down to place a kiss against his boyfriend's lips, "You should still like Superman more."

Y/N rolled his eyes, "Sure thing, Clark. I'll work on that."

"Thank you."

"Whatever. Now come on, we now have a celebratory date to go on." Y/N said as he grabbed Clark's hand.

"What are we celebrating?" Clark asked with a laugh as he was pulled towards the elevator.

It was always adorable watching the smaller male pull Clark around like it was nothing.

"Surviving our first criminal encounter together," Y/N said while hitting the first-floor button.

"First?"

"Honey, we live in a city with sky-high insurance because a superhero lives here. You really think this will be the last?"

He definitely doesn't.

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spider-stark · 1 year

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Our Girl

Harry Osborn x Reader // Peter Parker x Reader

Summary - You're forced into attending a gala with Peter and Harry, where your best friends unintentionally plant a tempting idea in your head.

Warnings - none that i know of. just banter with the boys and some pining on all ends.

// masterlist // forever indebted // send me your thoughts //

“You're late.”

PETER'S FEET came to a grinding stop in front of you, finding himself ensnared under the weight of your glowering gaze. The pointed remark had been enough to set his senses on fire, the radioactive venom in his veins having labeled you a threat as the fine hairs coating his arms began to stand on end.

It wasn’t often that Peter found himself on the receiving end of your current tone, rarely ever being the one to tick you off enough to draw out your more menacing side. Until now, actually, he had been fairly certain that the tone had been specially reserved for Harry.

He recognized it as a threatening sound, a subtle warning to be used whenever the Oscorp heir would speak too freely of his perverted fantasies about you. Although, now that he was thinking about it, he couldn’t remember a time that it had ever worked on Harry, with little having the capability to encourage the young Osborn to restrain himself.

Peter wondered how Harry managed to maintain his confidence when he was the target of your irritation, especially considering that Peter’s stomach already felt like it was doing cartwheels.

“Ah, you know how it is,” a nervous chuckle as he inched closer to your side, leaning in close so you could hear him over the loud music playing overhead, “some guy with a gun wanted to try his luck at City National bank. Figured Spider-Man could handle it quicker than the NYPD.”

You tilted your head, brows rising slightly in agreement. “Still,” you huffed out, averting your gaze to the golden-hued liquid in your glass, “you swore you’d be here. I was starting to think I was gonna have to deal with these pricks all by myself.”

Peter chuckled, an action that earned him another icy glare. “I’m here now, aren’t I?” His teasing comment didn’t get a reply as you worked to maintain your sour mood with him. “Besides,” he tried again, lightly nudging you with his shoulder, “even if I hadn’t come you still wouldn’t be alone. Harry’s around here somewhere, yeah?”

You snorted loudly at his question, the ill-mannered sound causing you to receive a few dirty looks from the haughty individuals within earshot. “Oh yeah, cause he’s so much help.” you droned sarcastically, throwing back what remained of your drink before continuing, “I think I’ve already got enough rich assholes trying to get me in bed when we come to these things.”

There were many reasons you hated being forced into these flashy galas; the music was always obnoxious, often some type of mind-numbing classical, and the hors d’oeuvres were usually things you wouldn't ever consider eating, which meant you had no choice but to starve until it was over.

But, the most notable reason for hating them, was that the Osborn name had a nasty habit of attracting New York’s most atrocious men. They were the kind of men that didn’t just think they deserved your time, but actually felt as if they were entitled to it, and it was rare that they were willing to accept rejection.

To Harry’s credit, though, he was just as good as Peter at keeping prying eyes and unwelcome hands away from you. The only true difference between the two boys was their approach.

Peter—ever the gentleman—typically opted for the kill ‘em with kindness route. A sweet hand hovering over the small of your back, guiding you through the crowded Osborn mansion. He would toss out an occasional pet name whenever someone overstayed their welcome in a conversation, do you need another drink baby? or I think Harry’s looking for us, sweetheart.

His actions served as a gentle deterrent for anyone who dared to approach you, a subtle indication that you were taken. Peter fell into the role of the perfect boyfriend with such ease, so respectable and kind.

Harry, on the other hand, never failed to take full advantage of the situation; unwilling to waste an opportunity to stake some sort of claim on you.

He was bolder than Peter, thin fingers traipsing along your bare thigh as you sat next to him, slowly letting them dip underneath the fabric of your dress with such jealous intent. Ocean eyes would cage the man that you’d told him wouldn’t take no for an answer, forcing him to watch as his hand slipped higher and higher.

You had grown used to Harry’s antics, and you were also aware that he’d never take it too far. He knew how far he could go before you’d tighten the leash around his neck, only occasionally pushing past the limit just enough to get on your nerves and earn a rough slap to his chest.

For Peter—so sweet and gentle—it was a precious moment, one in which he could let himself experience what it would be like to actually call you his. For Harry—so brash, so passionate—it was a show of dominance; an act of war, even, against anyone who dared to act as if you weren’t his.

You rarely bothered to remind him that you didn’t belong to him—either of them—often too caught up in your own imagination. You had the power to turn both boys into little more than lovesick puppies, and they held that same power over you.

“Better to be the rich asshole you know than the one you don’t, right?” Peter contended, reaching over to take the empty glass from your hand and place it on the tray of a passing waiter. You only lifted your shoulders at the remark, muttering a small fair enough in response, scanning over the lavish room that was filled to the brim with New York’s most elite.

“Speak of the devil.” You mused as your gaze fell upon Harry, sauntering through the crowd with ease and making a beeline for you and Peter.

“There’s my favorite outcasts!” Harry roared as he approached, a wide grin spreading across his face as he lazily slung an arm over each of your shoulders, effectively wedging himself between you and Peter. You hadn’t noticed the way Peter stiffened at the action, the disappointment that glimmered in his dark eyes at being pushed further away from you.

Instead, you just rolled your eyes at the label Harry had used for the two of you, jokingly shoving his touch off of you. You hardly considered yourself an outcast, though you had to admit that these parties had a tendency to turn you into a wallflower, leaving Harry to schmooze with potential investors all on his own while you and Peter drowned yourself in his finest booze.

Harry bounced back quickly from your teasing rejection, his hand finding its way to your body once again, this time slipping around your waist and pulling you into his side. “You’re late.” He repeated the same phrase that had left your lips just moments ago.

Your jaw fell slack immediately and Peter already struggled to stifle his laughter, having anticipated your reaction to Harry’s claim. “He’s late!” You jutted your finger across Harry’s chest, pointing it at Peter, “I have been here for almost an hour, Har.” Another huff as you retracted your hand, arms moving to cross firmly over your chest. “Maybe you would’ve noticed I was here if you weren’t so busy flirting with half of Manhattan.”

When you had first arrived and realized Peter was nowhere to be seen, you planned on finding Harry, so used to always attaching yourself to one of their hips. But, when you finally found the boy, he was cornered by a few heiresses that were all desperately trying to sink their claws into the Osborn fortune.

“Aw,” Harry cooed, slender fingers playfully squeezing your side as he spoke, “jealous much?”

You glared up at him through your lashes, but didn’t make a move to pull away from his touch this time, “Not jealous-” you corrected him, “pissed off. You’re the one that forced me to come to this thing, and then you just went off to galavant with your admirers.”

“Galavant, eh?” His eyes narrowed, the corners of his lips twitching into a smile as he glanced at Peter. “How much has she had to drink?”

Peter raised his palms like a white flag, relinquishing himself from any responsibility for your somewhat buzzed state. “I’m not drunk!” You swiftly declared, looking ever so slightly offended by the comment.

Harry ignored your statement, reverting back to the previous topic, “Well don’t worry your pretty little head,” he let the arm that had been thrown over Peter’s shoulders fall, moving to lightly tap at your forehead as he spoke, finding amusement in the way your eyes narrowed at the teasing action, “you know I’ve only got eyes for you doll.”

“God,” Peter groaned out, shaking his head at the interaction, “you’re never gonna give up, are you?”

“And let you have her all to yourself?” Harry’s neck snapped in Peter’s direction, feigning a gasp at his best friend. “Only in your dreams, Parker.”

“Funny you say that!”

You lowered your head, cheeks puffing out as you exhaled loudly. “Here we go again.” You uttered to yourself, aware that neither of them would be listening to you now that they had gotten started.

“Have you told y/n about what’s going on in your dreams lately?” Peter cocked his head to the side with a smug grin.

It was truthfully a weak attempt to embarrass Harry, seeing as though the boy very quickly owned up to his lewd fantasies. “All the time, actually.” He hummed to himself, his tongue darting over his lips as he tried to push Peter further, “She totally gets off on it, too. Fuck, you’d love to watch the way our girl squirms when I tell her about all the nasty things I wanna do to her.”

Our girl.

A phrase that they both used quite often, as if they knew they’d always been forced to share you, despite the fact that each of them wanted to claim you for themselves.

“Oh yeah.” Peter’s head bobbed alongside his words. “She’s clearly head over heels for you.” He sarcastically reassured Harry, a hand clamping against his forearm. “Not like she’s ignored all of your advances for a literal year now.”

Of course you had.

Ever since he returned from boarding school, Harry had tried relentlessly to win you over. While both the boys were both equally obsessed with you, Harry was always much more obvious about his affection. Of the two of them, Harry had always been the most dauntless when it came to getting what he wanted, whereas Peter tended to bottle his emotions up in fear of rejection.

But, despite his efforts, for every advance Harry made there was a rejection waiting for him. You couldn’t pick between the two of them, couldn’t risk breaking one of their hearts by choosing one over the other.

“I’m sorry,” a dry chuckle escaped Harry’s parted lips, the hand that wasn’t gripping your side moving to rest against his temple, “I forgot that she tells you everything that happens behind closed doors!” He quipped, smirking as he watched Peter’s brow raise at the antagonizing comment.

“You should stop by Oscorp sometime after close,” he continued, finding far too much pleasure in the way Peter’s jaw clenched at his words, “let me know if you can hear her choking on my dick from the lobby.”

Your hand collided with his arm, shaking your head at his perverted comment. It didn’t affect him much, though, only grinning down at you in response.

“You’re an idiot.” Peter grumbled, shuffling his feet as he attempted to ignore the growing pit in his stomach.

He knew that Harry was lying through his teeth, just trying to get a rise out of him. It had become a sort of game to them, both of them ruthlessly trying to get under the other's skin. Still, even knowing this, it had planted the image in his mind of you on your knees for Harry, and that was enough to make him feel sick.

“C’mon Petey, play nice and maybe I’ll consider sharing her.”

You stiffened at the statement, but only for a second, swiftly working to relax your muscles so Harry wouldn’t feel the way you had tensed. It still sent chills down your spine, though, evoking thoughts of your own past fantasies.

In the past, Harry and Peter both had played a role in your dreams, their names falling from your mouth with a fervor that would make both of them weak in the knees. You loved them—both of them—and the thought of never having to pick between the boys that owned your heart left your chest feeling tight.

“You two are being ridiculous.” You coughed out the words, shaking your head as if the action could rid your mind of thoughts coursing through it.

Your interjection had caused Peter to back down from their little scuffle, his hands raised like a white flag to signal that he was willing to back down from the idiotic banter. He was always so quick to please you, so willing and obedient. Harry, on the other hand, was a bit more difficult, his icy gaze still fixed to Peter—as if daring him to consider the offer he made.

So, you worked to distract him, a featherlight touch to his forearm, hoping to satisfy his constant need for your attention, your affection. But you hadn’t noticed the way Peter stiffened, unaware of the jealousy that coursed through him at the sight of you reaching for another man.

It had worked, though, as Harry melted into your touch and let his sight shift back to you instead of his friend. “If you’re gonna force me to drown out the sound of you two being idiots then could you at least play something tolerable? What even is this shit?” You provided a change of topic, hand wildly waving towards the speaker system as you reference the pretentious classical music that blared from it.

Harry scrunched his nose, shrugging as he spoke, “I don’t know, Beethoven?”

“You do know that not every pianist is Beethoven, right?” Peter asked, brows raised.

“Oh my god,” Harry threw his head back, an audible groan leaving his lips, his tone turning quiet as he gestured to the sea of people surrounding us, “who cares? Whatever it is, these old fucks eat it up, alright?”

You let yourself laugh right alongside the two boys as the conversation shifted to something more lighthearted; your hand still resting against Harry’s arm, your gaze fixed on Peter. Still, though, the remark stuck in your head, replaying on a loop as you considered the possibility of it.

Maybe, just maybe, they wouldn’t make you pick at all.

a/n - here's the deal guys. my harry osborn piece i wrote? did trash in the tags cause apparently none of you are thirsting over dane dehaan the way i am. so now that means i'll be forcibly inserting him into all my peter fics because im in love with them both (i'm not gonna lie though i'd pick harry in a fucking HEARTBEAT) anyways hope you enjoyed this short lil best friend/love triangle/desperate pining blurb type thing

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salty-croissants · 3 months

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Hey! If your still taking requests, I was wondering if you can do Rayman/Ramon being a father to him and His S/os kids? I can see Rayman being his kids to work, like bring your kid to work day, that would be so cute

Thank you for the request !

I’ve been struggling to get back writing for quite a few days now , had a massive writer’s block phase … I’m really sorry I took so long to get this done ! Hopefully I’ll finish the next request a bit faster ;-;

Anyway , I really enjoyed writing this one : I love the idea of Rayman being a sweetheart to his kids … it brings me joy :,)

Hope it turned out okay !

And again , sorry about the inconvenience ;(

Details : use of gender neutral reader ;

established relationships ;

no warnings needed

Rayman 🧡

Two words : Best Dad .

Rayman has always had a soft spot for children , so now that he has a family with you , the love of his life , he truly feels like the luckiest man alive .

He knows that he can’t be around all the time , but whenever he’s there he wants to be as present as possible and make everyone smile … that’s probably the most important thing for him .

Rayman is more than happy to bring his children along to work when he is allowed to , and the sheer enthusiasm he has when talking to them and answering their questions is surely something to behold …

< Ohh - what is that , Dad ? >

< That is the television production studio , sweetie : it’s the place from where the things I say get filmed and then put on tv .

It’s one of the most important rooms in this building , and the one where I spend more time into . >

< That’s so cool !!

Can we go in there now Dad ? Can we ? Can we ? Can we ? >

< Hehe , alright , let’s go !

Just be careful and stay close to me , okay ? >

< Okay ! >

Rayman isn’t bothered in the slightest by the fact that his coworkers and staff members could see him and his kids , and if anyone has complaints about it ?

Well , he is ready to have an hours long argument with them if necessary , so most people don’t even try to talk about it … at least not out loud .

When he comes back home , despite how tired he may be , Rayman is pretty much always down to see what his children have been up to while he was away :

they crafted something or made a drawing ? He will see it .

They want to tell him all about something cool that happened today ? He will give them his full attention .

< Dad ! Dad look , it’s you ! We made it together ! >

< Wow - that’s such a good drawing you made there ! I love it ! >

Rayman makes sure to keep every little thing they gift him , and sometimes you can find him sitting somewhere , smiling while staring at something they made …

< Aw , is that a new one Ray ? >

< Mhm …

Y’know y/n , sometimes I look at you and our family and I can’t believe how lucky I am to have all this .

I can’t thank you enough for staying with me … I love you , I love you so much ~ >

< I love you too sweetie … I’m so lucky to have you as well ~ >

Ramon 🖤

Saying that Ramon will do anything to keep you and your kids safe is an understatement …

He is ready to throw his life away to ensure that , and that often brings him to make many , many dangerous decisions .

< y/n ? Is … is Dad okay … ? >

< Don’t worry hun , he just needs some rest and he’ll feel better soon …

Still Ram , that’s not an excuse for doing stuff like that .

Please , please promise me you’ll never do it again … >

< I … hnn … I’m sorry … I just - I forget myself sometimes …

I’ll try to be more careful , I promise . >

Ramon’s softer side is especially visible when he is spending time with your children , playing with them …

< Aha ! We got you ! >

< Heh , you got me … >

< And now you’re trapped , forever !! >

< Noo - how could I be so easily defeated ?? >

You can’t help but smile whenever you see your partner like that , at this point only ever smiles when you’re all together : it’s the one thing that keeps him sane .

Since he doesn’t want to make your kids worry about how bad things actually are , with Eden constantly on the hunt for him and his beloved family , Ramon most likely confides to you at night , when his tormented thoughts prevent him from getting some much needed rest …

< y/n … ? >

< Hey love … can’t sleep … ? >

< … yeah …

This is just such a huge mess … I really have no idea how we’re gonna make it through this with those assholes constantly looking for us .

You deserve better … our children deserve better … maybe the both of you should - >

< No . I know what you’re about to say , and I’ll never leave you , no matter what happens .

I know that … things aren’t easy right now , and I honestly have no idea what’s gonna happen next … but I know we’re going to get through this , and we will be happy , all three of us … I promise . >

Your loving words always manage to give Ramon some reassurance , and with a momentary sense of peace he eventually manages to fall asleep in your arms , grateful to have you and your kids by his side .

He will do everything in his power to keep you safe , no matter what it takes .

#captain laserhawk #x reader #rayman x reader #captain lazerhawk rayman #rayman #ramon clh #cl rayman #ramon captain laserhawk #gender neutral reader

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fxshigurosbae · 11 months

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THE RING…

⋆.ೃ࿔* gojo satoru (30) x f!reader (21)

✶ mature content (minors do not interact)

taglist | masterlist

being SATORU’s wife means that you’ll get pampered like the pretty princess that he says you are. he waited three years to get you this special diamond carat ring he’s had his eye on for all this time, and it’s probably the second or third one he bought… when you were dating, engagement and now this one. only waiting for the perfect moment to make you his, forever.

satoru just loves you so much, he knows that giving you the most expensive rings won’t be slightly as close as to represent how easily you got him wrapped around your finger, and now, you do even more, but also, he has you locked to him as well.

you’ve got no idea of the hearts that draw on his eyes when he has you with your ass to the air, moaning and whining with head and chest buried into the sheets, as he grips your waist and ruts into you all night long, staring intensely at your ring finger that’s grabbing onto the sheets over your head, shining so brightly. he’s got that smug smirk on his face, making sure to even lean down and get on top of your back as he keeps pounding deep inside, holding that same hand of yours and rubbing his thumb over the jewel, whispering into your ear… “what a pretty little wifey i’ve got, huh? wearing our ring while i fuck her, so glad i got it for you, baby.”

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #satoru #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #satoru x you

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cerulean-crow · 2 months

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I was a creepypasta and mlp grimdark kid- I absolutely loved them and they definitely shaped my interests in horror and gore that I have now! I am not immune to the nostalgia of these infection au’s, and honestly I am thriving. I love reading everyone’s ideas and seeing everyone’s art, and I got inspired to try my own hand at one!

I’ve been calling it the Crystal Heart Contagion. I am not sure how far I’ll take this but it’s fun to draw and think about. I considered going a bit crazy with actual gore, but this was just supposed to be a concept page and I wanted to keep it simple and just flesh out some ideas I had bouncing around in my head. Besides, I actually really like body horror that doesn’t involve a ton of gore- and like that note says, has an air of beauty alongside the disturbing elements.

Again, not sure how far I’ll take this- so I’m just gonna jot down some thoughts and notes! I’ll put ‘em under the cut because I am very wordy <3

Also I try to tag my stuff as best as possible because I know not everyone loves horror and these Mlp horror au’s as much as I do! I don’t want people to interact with my posts if it makes them uncomfortable, so if I miss a tag please let me know.

The Crystal Heart Contagion is transmitted when infected crystals come into contact with one’s bloodstream. The afflicted will experience body pains and stiffness at first, hemophilia, and symptoms like lethargy and migraines. The crystals will begin to form in clusters on the skeletal system, eventually breaking through the skin and, after a long enough period of time, will completely petrify the afflicted in solid crystal.

I imagine that one’s teeth, hooves, and horns are where crystals will begin to break through first. I like the idea of stylizing manes as they crystalize- but that’s exploration for another day!

I am currently thinking of the infection more like a parasite of some kind. Parasitic crystals that feed on magic and rely on living creatures to carry them farther in order to spread themselves.

The infection originally didn’t do much to change one’s personality, they would just get weaker and weaker as they were overtaken by the crystals. It was only when the infection started again, when Equestria was home to many more different species and overflowing with way more magic, that the crystals would begin to mutate at a rapid rate. Those afflicted would begin to show signs of aggression that would have them attacking others, thus leading to further spreading.

Some physical details I like is the eyes hollowing out and resembling geodes! Crystals emerging from the spines, horns becoming crystallized, and crystals forming over teeth and jaw to create fangs are all stuff I would love to flesh out in further detail.

I also love the idea of the chest ripping open to reveal a crystal heart held in a crystallized ribcage! I think I will forever be influenced by the Angel Trap in Saw 3

The idea of this infection is still developing and I’m still doing a lot of research and thinking on the words to describe it. My original thoughts took inspiration from a parasitic infection and rabies. My brain also likes thinking of it like a mold in how it spreads or thinking of the crystals like a coral reef (mostly as a visual inspiration)

The background and timeline is all still a work in progress. I haven’t rewatched the full series in so long and I’m implementing plenty of my own headcanons- so it’s all very vague right now.

The original idea is that the infection started during King Sombra’s reign. He created these parasitic crystals and unleashed them upon Celelstia and Luna’s army with the hopes of dwindling their numbers and expanding the reach of the Crystal Empire further through the Frozen North. When he was sealed away, Celestia and Luna would bring several of the infected back to Equestria for study. They would hide them away deep underground beneath a mountain, where the lack of nutrients in the rock would eventually cause the crystals to stop forming and enter some kind of hibernation.

Celestia would later build Canterlot after the banishment of Nightmare Moon, and she would use the very kingdom itself to block off the caverns and keep them hidden for everyone’s safety.

The Crystal Caverns would become known again during the Canterlot Wedding when Cadance and Twilight escaped from them. However, nothing would ever happen after the fact, and Celestia and Luna would continue to hope that with Sombra sealed away and the crystals dormant for so long, that this infection was truly no more.

When I first got this all in my head, the idea was that Flurry Heart’s Crystalling was what caused the parasitic-crystals to get a kickstart of energy and begin spreading again.

That is the part where the timeline starts getting really wonky. Cause I think I’d want Twilight to be running her school and have the young six around, but that’s in season 8 and the crystalling was in season 6. But I can honestly fudge the timeline however I want, it’s an alternate universe after all.

I think that Celestia sacrifices herself in order to save Luna and help as many people flee Canterlot as possible. This was when I still very early into thinking this au through and a potential story that could be told with it- and with the worldbuilding I’ve been doing over the last few days I don’t entirely know if it still fits. I love the scene in my head that comes from it though- so I decided to keep the sketch of crystallized Celestia in the end.

I love the idea of crystals on her head mimicking sun rays! And her forelegs and wings becoming one so she staggers around like a wyvern. That’s definitely a design I would love to flesh out if I get the time.

I am having fun!

#mlp infection au #body horror #gore #mlp horror #mlp g4 #mlp fim #mlp art #my litte pony friendship is magic #my little pony #mlp #crow.art #eye horror #I feel like eyes hollowing out into geodes definitely requires some type of trigger… idk what tho #mlp infected au #crystal heart contagion

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ladykailitha · 4 months

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The Magic of Christmas Part 4/8

Hello! How are you guys enjoying so far?

In this Steve realizes his feelings, Dustin and Robin decide Steve needs to live forever, and Steve gets roped into something he swore he'd never do.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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August was fucking miserable. Like the worst month of the year. After February. And January. And September...

That’s besides the point. The point was that AC had kicked the bucket in the middle of the biggest heatwave.

He was going to cry. The wizard piece turned out really well. Steve had loved all the little details that he had put in it.

But the rogue was giving him trouble. It was horrific. Because rogues were silent and mysterious, but the way Steve talked about Will, he was quiet kid, a bitchy teen, and a wild adult. Trying to figure his place in the world he kinda went punk. Dyed his hair bright green. Piercings and tattoos. Ripped clothes and combat boots.

Eddie slowly sat up. Well that’s a thought. He blinked for a moment. That could actually work.

Suddenly his phone rang. He frowned at the device. No one called anymore. It was all texts and DMs and Face Time. The name that came up because there was one, another surprising thing, was Steve.

He dived for the phone and managed to answer it before it went to voicemail.

“‘Ello?” he breathed.

“Hi, Eds,” Steve greeted cheerfully.

Eds.

Fuck.

The things that little nickname did to the butterflies in his stomach.

“Hey, Stevie!” he said back. “What can I do you for?”

“That article Nancy did is making some serious headway,” Steve explained. “I was wondering if you wanted to meet me for lunch to go over the details.”

Eddie laughed. “I was about to text you, darlin’. I have an idea for the rogue I wanted to float by you. So where to, my liege?”

“Monte Cruz, the Mexican place on 7th?” Steve asked.

It was a bit pricey, but it had the best fajitas Eddie had ever had. “Sure thing. 1pm okay?”

“Let me check,” Steve replied.

Eddie could hear him call Robin and while he couldn’t hear her response, Steve’s warm ‘thank you’ meant he was free.

“That’s perfect,” Steve said. “I’ll see you then.”

“Yeah.”

They hung up and Eddie laid on the floor staring up at the ceiling, holding his phone over his chest.

Fuck!

He got up and dashed to the bathroom to shower. He felt like he was covered in slime.

Steve was waiting for him on the terrace, a nice cool breeze rustling his hair. And Eddie couldn’t help but fall a little bit more.

Eddie waved and was far too pleased to get Steve’s little finger wave in return.

He sat down and grinned at Steve. “How is it cooler outside then in my loft?”

“Heat rises?” Steve suggested. cocking his head to the side.

Eddie laughed. “Well it’s the only thing that rising at this point. It’s so fucking hot.”

“I thought you’re loft had air conditioning,” Steve said with a frown.

“Apparently we worked it to extinction,” Eddie said mournfully.

Steve pulled out his phone. “Are you renting or paying a mortgage? I don’t remember what all we’re paying for.”

“Sadly, we own it,” Eddie said with a heavy sigh. “Otherwise I would have harassed a landlord to get it fixed.”

Steve hummed. “All right, I’ve messaged Robin. She’ll call around and get a technician come over tomorrow. It’ll go on my card if can be fixed or if it needs to be replaced.”

Eddie leaned back in his chair. “You don’t have to do that, man.”

Steve smiled at him. “Will the excess heat hurt your paintings?”

Eddie opened and closed his mouth a couple times before he threw his arms in the air. “Yes! Of course it will.”

“Then it’s a business expense and I’ll cover it.”

“I hate you,” Eddie said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You really, really don’t,” Steve murmured. “Now show me your idea for Will’s rogue.”

Eddie pulled out his drawing pad and flipped to the right page. He slid it over to Steve for him to see.

“Oh Eds,” Steve breathed. “It’s beautiful. He’ll love it.”

Eddie tried not to preen, but he couldn’t help it. “So I can go ahead and start painting?”

“Absolutely,” he replied. “Though maybe wait until after your cooler is fixed.”

Eddie threw his head back laughed. “I think you’re probably right.” He gently took the pad from Steve’s grip. “So what’s going on with the charity?”

Steve lit up. He started explaining about all the people interested opening would basically be franchises but that Eddie would still have full control of each branch.

“This is amazing, Stevie,” Eddie breathed. “I can’t thank you enough.”

“I’m happy to help,” Steve said with a grin. “It means that I get drive Dustin absolutely nuts with this whole charity thing. He’s been begging me forever to meet you.”

“I mean, you can invite him to one of our reeducation of Steve Harrington movie nights,” Eddie said, shoving his hair in his face bashfully. “If you wanted to.”

Steve smiled fondly. “That’s sweet of you. But I was thinking something that would absolutely flip their collective shit even more than a movie night. A Halloween one-shot.”

Eddie’s lips formed an O. His eyes sparkled and he grinned. “I know just the thing. It’s something my friends and I used to do in high school. You have these little half–not even half character sheets that have just the most basic of stats. The point is to die in the most epic way possible. There are rewards for stupidest death, most epic death, TPK. It’s lots of fun.”

“That sounds amazing!” Steve said. “Would you be willing to do it?”

Eddie leaned forward on the table. “On one condition.”

“Oh?”

“You join us,” he said with a grin. “You read the stats, you roll the dice, you die like a bitch, just like everyone else. You’d be on equal footing with the rest of the Party.”

“Can I think about it?” Steve asked shyly, ducking his head.

“Sure thing, big boy,” Eddie replied. “But let’s order lunch. I’m starving!”

Steve laughed. “Of course.”

Robin poked her head into his office and held up a leather folio. “Do you want to tell me what the hell this is?”

“Sorry,” Steve said, “I’m not Spider-man. I don’t have x-ray vision.”

“That’s Superman,” Robin replied with a huff, “and you’re dodging the question. You know full well what I’m talking about.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I really, really don’t. I haven’t done any even remotely outrageous in months.”

She walked up to his desk and slammed the folio on the desk. “Steven Kevin Harrington...”

“Not my middle name,” he sneered. “You know what it is. You have seen my birth certificate way more times than I have.”

Robin laughed. “But it’s so lame, so I make up ones that sound better.”

“Whatever, Robs,” he said with a huff of his own. “What has got you so twisted this time?”

She opened the folio and turned it around to face him. “You booked the Newfield for New Year’s eve.”

Steve smiled widely at her. “I told you I was going to. It’s hardly my fault you were making goo-goo eyes at Eddie’s agent at the time.”

Robin gasped. “I was not!” He raised a single eyebrow and she folded. “Yeah, all right, maybe.”

Steve sat up in his chair and scooted closer to her. “Look, before you start throwing accusations around about feelings and thinking with my dick, it’s for the charity. You know, the one we’re working on right now.”

Robin glared at him. “So it has nothing to do with him making goo-goo eyes at you?”

“He’s not!” he protested. “There’s no way. He can have anyone he wants, he’s not going to go for a stuffed shirt like me.”

Robin raised both her eyebrows. “You can’t actually believe that.”

“You saw his most recent video right?” Steve snapped. “The one where he ranted about how greedy businessmen destroying the environment?”

“Uh...” she said, “you mean the one where he especially called out billionaire businessmen and how smaller companies can change the face of the industry and then went on to list ten things that CEOs can do to change the world and all of them were things you did with Starcourt Ltd. That one?”

Steve blushed. “I guess I didn’t realize.”

“Look,” Robin said sitting down in one of the chairs, “I was wrong about a lot of things when you first hired Eddie for this job. About him, about you and your motives. So I get why you can’t take my advice on this, but he likes you. And more than just a friend.”

He ducked his head as the blush spread from his cheeks to the tips of his ears down the column of the throat. “Don’t go there, please.”

Robin held her hands up in surrender. “I won’t if you don’t want me to. All I’m saying is that if you think you’re falling for him, too…just know he probably feels the same.”

Steve licked his lips. “Yeah, okay.” Then he suddenly buried his head in his hands. “Fuck, I have to make a phone call.”

She raised an eyebrow.

He lifted his head and sighed heavily. “Looks like I’m going to be playing D&D after all.”

She laughed and laughed as Steve buried his head again.

The kids were never going to let him live this down.

“You’re sending my off for my last year as undergrad,” Dustin whined, “and you’re making me come back for fall break? Why?”

Steve was getting tired of this question. The only people who knew about Eddie DMing for them was Steve, Robin, and Eddie. And probably Chrissy. Oh and Claudia Henderson, Dustin’s mom. Which meant that all the other moms knew too.

All right, the conspiracy was bigger than Steve thought.

“Because it is your last year,” he said with a sigh. “You’ll be heading off to MIT next year and it’ll be harder for you to come home for the holidays.”

Dustin deflated. “Yeah, okay. So everyone will be home for Halloween?”

Steve brightened up. “Yep! I’m throwing a costume party with pizza and if you guys aren’t shitheads about it, I might even front for a wet bar.”

Dustin frowned. “What the fuck is a wet bar?”

Robin who had just come home, smacked him on the back of his head, knocking off his hat. “It means there will be booze, doofus.”

Dustin who had been about to yell at her for knocking off his hat, turned to Steve instead. “Seriously?”

“Yup! I’ve okay’ed it with all the parental units,” he said, “and I keep an eye on your intake to make sure you don’t get sick, they’re fine with it.”

Dustin launched himself at him and hugged him tight. “You’re the best, Steve!”

“There won’t be beer,” Steve warned. “It’s not the best drink to get started drinking on and bottles tend to hide how much you’ve been drinking.”

“Are they going to be spooky themed drinks?” Dustin asked.

Steve laughed. “Hell yeah, they are.” He ruffled Dustin’s hair. “Now go finish packing. I’m not going to let your mom do it for you this year. You’re an adult. Act like it.”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “God, you’re more mom like then my actual mom.”

Steve laughed. “If I got insulted every time one of you called me mom, I would’ve died of a heart attack years ago.”

Dustin hit him on the arm. “No talks of dying. You aren’t allowed. You have to live forever.”

Robin laughed. “Sure, just got to find that elixir of life somewhere.”

“Or the fountain of youth,” Dustin helpfully supplied.

“You could always invent something,” Steve suggested.

Dustin’s eyes lit up. “That’s a great idea!” He dashed off excitedly.

“Pack first!”

Robin laughed.

***

Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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thewebcomicsreview · 5 months

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Crafting A Comic: Frog Alarmclock And The Fabric Of Time

For a long time, I’ve wanted to make a webcomic.

I’ve written two webcomics, Legend of the Hare and Saffron and Sage, but I didn’t draw either of them. And I’ve always been a little self-conscious about that, and harbored a desire to make a comic all by myself, art and all. This desire has been inflamed lately by the success of ForEach, a comic made by one of my discord mods. It’s getting kind of popular, and already has more interest and engagement that Saffron and Sage, something I’m very normal and well-adjusted about, and I’ve been thinking this is something that’s in my power to make. My art, while still limited, is finally at the point where I can do this, and I’ve been writing forever. All I need is a plan.

I have never been a good planner, and it shows a lot in my comics, so I want to have a lot more of the comic written out and planned before pencil comes to paper than I traditionally have done, and I‘d like to turn this brainstorming into Content for you all. It’s a critical part of the writing process, and one that gets glossed over a lot, in part because it leads to slightly rambling essays. But I do have one thing to start with: a protagonist.

(Art by HolyHandGrenade)

Frog Alarmclock is a young woman being trained to join a coven of powerful witches who stitch the fabric of time. She has very little interest in this grand destiny, and is a bit of a stereotypical NEET loser despite her great magic power. Her name, Frog, comes from a knitting term referring to a way of correcting mistakes, but obviously frog-the-animal theming is cute and marketable. I’ve posted a bit about this character on my discord, and the reaction has been overwhelmingly positive, so I think there’s some potential here worth mining. So far, though, the only plot element I’ve been able to come up are

Frog lives with her Grandma, who trains her. Grandma’s power level has fluctuated wildly in my rough drafts, from “generic witch” to “personally gets into fights with Satan in hell”, and I’ve been leaning towards the higher end. Frog and Grandma don’t get along. I’m giving her the placeholder name “Batra”. It sounds witchy, sounds batty, and it comes from batrachia, which means Frog, so it fits the theming subtly.

Frog lives in a Florida suburb. I don’t remember why I settled on Florida specifically, and that may change, but I do like the idea that this cosmic entity lives in kind of a slummy neighborhood. I may move them to Lowell, MA, which is closer to home and an aesthetic I know better.

Frog has a crush on a pink biker chick with pig theming, the Miss Piggy to her Kermit. For the time being, lets call this character Susie Pepper. Susie from “Sus” the latin word for pig, and Pepper because Peppa Pig. It’s a placeholder name.

That’s all I got so far. Even the name, “Frog Alarmclock and the Fabric of Time” is placeholder I made up just now while writing this. I’ve written a few random short stories of this character, trying to get a feel for her, and I even made her my character in a weekly Pathfinder game. But it’s time to try and get a proper story going. With Legend of the Hare, I had a huge over-arcing five-year plan for each layer in the tower, but little sense of where the comic was going to be in three pages, which led to a lot of problems. With Saffron and Sage, I set out with a vague over-arching storyline of “Saffron must rescue her prince”, and kept the comic to short episodic self-contained stories, taking heavy inspiration from Gunnerkrigg Court. Saffron would go on wacky adventures, and rescuing Faunus would be some vague future goal she was theoretically working towards in the same way Ash Ketchum wanted to be a Pokemon Master but took 20 years to get around to that. This worked better, but led to the comic feeling very aimless and meandering, which is part of why it’s turned increasingly farcical. In some ways, my two comics would be better served by switching protagonists. Saffron is very driven in a way suited for a somewhat goofy battle shounen, and if Jill set out on an adventure to rescue Riley she’d be distracted more easily and it’d lend itself better to an adventure-of-the-week format.

Frog, being a NEET loser, is closer to Jill than to Saffron. And suddenly, just from that sentence, I know what I want to do with this comic now. Writing this essay has given me one of those Eureka moment that happens sometimes, when you go from no ideas to the entire plot of the comic all at once. Frog is Jill if she was the Rabbit Champion for a few years before the story started. They’ve got different personalities, of course, Frog isn’t just Jill with a big hat, but this is the throughline I needed. I can work with this, get a first draft done, get an editor to look at it, and report back to you with more detail.

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hansols-yoda-boxers · 6 months

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You Just Put the Dick in Your Mouth - Epilogue

Yang Jeongin x Kim Seungmin

Word Count: 16, 591

Contents: innie being a massive tease, bullying teasing chan, hiking, suggestive lollipop sucking, hair pulling, use of whore and slut, face fucking, gagging, crying, bondage (fuzzy handcuffs), edging, unprotected sex, aftercare, these two being sickeningly in love

Jeongin fully blamed their busy schedule for his thought process today. At least, if anyone asked, he was simply acting like this because with day after day of packed schedules, being too tired to do little else but collapse into bed and sleep at the end of the night, Jeongin hadn’t had any real alone time with his boyfriend in over two weeks.

Which also meant he hadn’t gotten any dick in over two weeks.

He really couldn’t be blamed for being needy, not when he saw his gorgeous boyfriend every day and couldn’t do a thing about. Not when they hadn’t had any time for each other in what felt like forever. And maybe also not because despite his previous pleading and whining Seungmin was still being soft and gentle with him.

It should not have been so hard to get his boyfriend to rail him.

It may not have been the smartest idea but it was the only one he had as he got dressed, spotting a t-shirt Seungmin had left on his floor one night. He was quick to slip it on, basking in Seungmin’s scent for a moment before taking a look at himself in the mirror. It wouldn’t really draw anyone’s attention.

Except for Seungmin’s.

Or at least he hoped.

Jeongin slung his bag over his shoulder as he heard Minho calling from the kitchen. If it were up to him Seungmin would be in his bed right now with absolutely no plans of leaving anytime soon. But of course the one real day off in weeks and everyone had planned a nice little outing. What exactly was he supposed to say? Sorry guys, I’d rather my boyfriend be rearranging my guts right now. He didn’t wanna ruin the group plans just because he was horny.

He tried to wipe the pout off his lips as he headed down the hall. It would be a fun outing and he knew that. He was just moody and pent up. He entered the kitchen where Minho and Felix were preparing things while Seungmin rested back against the counter, sipping his coffee. Jeongin didn’t miss the way he looked over at him, eyebrow quirking as he took in his choice of shirt. Before he had a chance to say anything though Minho spotted Jeongin.

“There you are, can you grab the protein bars from the cabinet?”

Jeongin responded with a yawn and a nod of his head before he shuffled over to find them. He opened the cabinet, rustling through and looking for the protein bars as Minho packed up water.

“You could help, you know.” Minho said to Seungmin.

“I got myself coffee so I wouldn’t kill you all.” Seungmin hummed. “I’ve done my part.”

Felix and Jeongin chuckled while Minho sighed. The three of them quietly rummaged around the kitchen, packing the last few things in their bags before they all bustled out the door, meeting Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin, and Jisung in the hallway. Changbin and Jisung seemed relatively awake while Chan and Hyunjin still seemed half asleep. Chan was leaning heavily on Hyunjin, eyes closed while Hyunjin yawned.

“Why did we have to be up this early?” Hyunjin groaned.

“Because it’s still nice and cool out.” Minho said. “And it’s not so busy early in the morning. It’s peaceful. You’ll all like it.”

“I don’t know why we let you talk us into hiking.” Seungmin groaned as they made their way down the stairs.

“It’s fun.” Minho answered. “We’re bonding.”

“We’ve already bonded.” Hyunjin muttered.

“We’ve seen all of Chan that there is to see.” Jisung grinned, ducking as Chan swung at him. “How much closer could we possibly get?”

“I wear boxers.” Chan grumbled.

“Listen, seeing Chan’s bare ass is not the kind of closeness I’m talking about.” Minho said.

“I’m not naked all the time?!” Chan whined.

“Minho’s right.” Felix chimed, ignoring Chan completely as they finally made it down to the cars. “It’ll be a good time. And we’ll get good pictures.”

There were a few grumbles of agreement as they piled into the two cars. Jeongin sat in the backseat of Minho’s car, next to Seungmin, taking the middle seat right next to him instead of the window. His eyelids still felt heavy and as Seungmin slipped his hand into Jeongin’s he found his head falling against Seungmin’s shoulder and eyes closing, eyelids still heavy from waking up so early.

He didn’t fall asleep fully, still aware of the car moving, Minho and Jisung chatting quietly in the front seats, and Seungmin slowly sipping on his coffee. Even aware though, between the gentle movement of the car and the warmth and comforting scent of his boyfriend he felt lulled and cozy and easily lost track of the time.

It seemed like both a long time and no time at all when the car finally came to a stop. Jeongin felt Seungmin squeezing his hand gently and pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head and he stirred.

“We’re here, baby.” Seungmin murmured, voice so soft and warm Jeongin could have just about melted.

“Gross,” Minho grumbled at the same time as Jisung hummed “That could be us.”

Laughter bubbled out of Seungmin and Jeongin and they undid their seatbelts, Jisung giving Minho a grin and a wink and receiving a look of disgust in return.

They all climbed out of their car, Jeongin gravitating close to Seungmin, in part due to his sleepiness but also due to wanting his attention. The early morning sun was warming him as they gathered at the start of the trail, waking him up bit by bit. He watched sleepily as Chan and Changbin stretched, Minho and Felix checked that they had everything they needed, and Hyunjin and Jisung watched, letting out a round of laughter as Chan stretched and gave a particularly loud groan.

“You sound like you’re fifty,” Jisung chuckled.

“You look like you’re fifty, too.” Seungmin added, hiding behind Jeongin as Chan came towards him.

“Is the goal just to make fun of me today?!” Chan said, unable to sound too serious as a sleepy Jeongin somehow found himself sandwiched between Chan and Seungmin. He let out a groan as he pushed Chan back and Seungmin wrapped his arms around Jeongin, shooting Chan a grin over his shoulder.

“You’re lucky your boyfriend doesn’t mind being used as a shield.” Chan grumbled as Seungmin snickered.

“So long as he doesn’t throw me to the zombies.” Jeongin shrugged as Seungmin moved beside him and found his hand, lacing their fingers together.

“Never,” Seungmin hummed, pressing a kiss to Jeongin’s cheek. “We’ll trip Hyunjin.”

“Why me?!” Hyunjin whined.

“Tall and gangly.” Jeongin said. “Lots of leg to trip.”

“Easier to trip than Changbin.” Seungmin added.

“Hey!” Changbin’s yell was loud enough to startle the birds out of the nearby trees and make half of their group jump.

“You’ve put way too much thought into this.” Hyunjin grumbled.

“Regardless of who will or will not be getting tripped in the event of a zombie apocalypse, let’s get moving.” Minho said flatly. “I’d rather climb up before the weather gets too warm.”

There were quiet muttered and grumbled agreements as the group started up the trail. The sun was just slowly starting to illuminate the path between the trees where they were walking and Seungmin fingers stayed laced with Jeongin’s. They found themselves trailing behind the others, going a little more slowly and enjoying the beauty and quiet.

“So, were you really so sleepy you didn’t notice the shirt this morning?” Seungmin hummed.

“Hmm?” Jeongin feigned ignorance, biting back a grin.

“Love, look at your shirt.” Seungmin chuckled.

Jeongin looked down and pretended to be surprised. “Oh, I just grabbed it off the floor.” He lied before shooting Seungmin a grin. “You should be more careful where you leave your clothes if you don’t want me wearing them.”

“Well, I didn’t say I didn’t like it.” He mumbled, a warmth rushing up his cheeks.

Jeongin squeezed his hand. “Ah, so you left it there on purpose.” He teased.

“Oh, right.” Seungmin snorted. “I’m trying to trap you into wearing my shirts.”

“So you admit it.” Jeongin countered.

Seungmin tugged on his hand, enough to have Jeongin turn towards him just to plant a surprise kiss on his lips. It was enough of a surprise to have Jeongin squeak at the sudden affection and have a few of the others look back at them. He was sure he heard Hyunjin mumble something about them being shameless but he didn’t care all that much as Seungmin pulled back and gave him a smirk.

“You’re so silly, love.” He hummed. “And you should keep the shirt, it’s cuter on you anyways.”

The only reason Jeongin managed to keep stumbling along the trail was that Seungmin still had his hand and pulled him along in his lovestruck stupor. He felt the butterflies that had a permanent residence in his stomach now flutter their wings at Seungmin’s flirting. It didn’t matter how many times it happened, it always flustered him like the very first time and he hoped that would never change.

They climbed in comfortable silence for a while longer, listening to the others chatter up ahead. The hike was a short one but it still felt long so early in the morning. Jeongin found himself yawning and Seungmin squeezing his hand every time he did.

“We can nap when we get home.” He hummed quietly.

Not exactly what Jeongin had in mind, but he supposed being in bed would be at least a step closer to what he wanted than this.

“I’m okay.” Jeongin mumbled. “Still waking up.”

“It’s been hours since we got up.” Seungmin snorted.

“Shhhh.” Jeongin hushed him. “It’s still early.”

“Whatever you say, love.” Seungmin chuckled. Anything else that might have been said between them was swiftly whisked away by the stunning view as they reached the first lookout giving a pretty view of the city. They caught up to the others before stopping. Seungmin let go of Jeongin’s hand just to wrap his arms around his waist

and hold him from behind, chin resting on his shoulder.

“It’s beautiful.” Seungmin’s voice was so smooth and calming and Jeongin felt almost bad that all it did was send a thrill of arousal down his spine. He squirmed a little in Seungmin’s arms, hands resting on top of his. All he did was hum in response, wisely deciding not to trust his often traitorous voice.

Seungmin gave him a little squeeze before letting go. Jeongin trailed after him as he moved to the railing and pulled out his phone to take some photos. Jeongin peered over his shoulder, feeling a sudden shyness when Seungmin switched the direction of the camera to take a photo of them. He hugged Seungmin, partly hiding behind him with a shy smile and pesky butterfly wings fluttering against the walls of his stomach.

“Of everything we’ve done, taking a picture makes you shy?” Seungmin chuckled.

“I wasn’t expecting it.” Jeongin mumbled. “And you need to give me more warning. You’re too pretty.”

Jeongin smiled to himself at the sound of Seungmin’s shy giggle as he pressed a kiss to his cheek, listening to the camera shutter sound. He didn’t stop his kisses though, pressing his lips softly against Seungmin’s cheek over and over as he giggled again. He let himself get lost in it for a few moments, lips drifting down to Seungmin’s neck.

“Innie,” Seungmin’s voice had a slight edge to it.

“Mhm?” Jeongin hummed.

“Not now, baby. We have to keep hiking.” Seungmin said. “I promise we can spend time together when we get home, okay?”

Jeongin considered showing his hand at that moment. He considered whining in Seungmin’s ear and grinding against him and begging for him right now. But what exactly would he do, pull him off the trail and fuck him against a tree? While Jeongin wouldn’t exactly be opposed to that he didn’t need random strangers walking by and stumbling upon them. And he certainly didn’t need any of their friends coming back to find them and seeing that.

Jeongin let out a small sigh. “Okay.” He mumbled against Seungmin’s skin.

“Hey,” Seungmin shifted around in Jeongin’s arms to face him. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” Jeongin mumbled, purposely pouting. “It’s just, we’ve been really busy recently and haven’t had much time for each other. I just miss you.”

“Awwww.” Seungmin cupped Jeongin’s cheeks and pressed a soft, loving kiss to his lips. A kiss that had his heartbeat stuttering and his stomach doing backflips. “I’m so sorry baby. I know it’s been busy.”

“Neither of us can help it.” Jeongin hummed, stealing another kiss. “I’m just selfish. I want all of your attention.”

“It’s yours for the whole weekend, love. I promise.”

“Can you two stop being gross for, like, five minutes?” Hyunjin called.

“We’re not waiting for you to finish anymore.” Minho added. “If you don’t make it back to the cars you can walk.”

Jeongin dropped his gaze, feeling heat lick at his cheeks as Seungmin chuckled. He dropped his hands and found one of Jeongin’s to hold, pressing one more quick kiss to his cheek before starting to lead him back to the trail. Jeongin stayed pressed close to Seungmin, though a bit more subdued as they climbed higher.

The weather grew a little warmer and the climb a little steeper so most of the group fell quiet as they exerted more effort to finish the hike. Jeongin tried not to lag behind, still yawning occasionally. Seungmin kept his hand in Jeongin’s despite the slowly increasing difficulty as they climbed stairs and stumbled over rocks.

It felt like a long time to Jeongin but he was sure it wasn’t that much longer before they reached the summit. The sunlight poured over the city and the clear air gave a stunning view of it all as Jeongin and Seungmin fully caught up with the group. They stopped alongside their friends, taking in the view and feeling Seungmin squeeze his hand and pull him closer. Jeongin obliged and felt his heart flutter when Seungmin rested his head on Jeongin’s shoulder.

They all stared quietly for a moment, taking in the breathtaking beauty before Minho spoke up.

“Perfect time for a break.”

There were quiet mumbled agreements from everyone as they set down their bags and pulled out the picnic mats, setting them up in a cool, shady area. Minho and Felix unpacked all the snacks they had prepared; kimbap, fresh fruit, Felix’s delicious brownies, and sweet rice wine.

Jeongin found himself sat between Seungmin’s legs, his boyfriend’s arms wrapped around his waist as Jeongin fed the both of them food. Despite an eye roll from Minho and some fake gagging from Hyunjin the teasing was at a minimum. It was more touchy than Jeongin usually was around anyone else but maybe everyone was just a little too tired to care as they ate and shared quiet conversation and silly jokes.

Despite the picnic mat, the ground wasn’t the most comfortable and jeongin found himself shifting often, trying to find a more comfy way to sit without his butt hurting. It was, at least in the beginning, truly innocent. He was just trying to get comfortable. Until he felt Seungmin’s hands squeeze his hips hard.

“You okay, baby?” He asked quietly, and Jeongin was sure that he heard a slight strain in his voice.

“Yeah?” Jeongin mumbled around his mouthful of kimbap.

“You seem uncomfortable.” Seungmin hummed.

“The ground is uncomfy.” He pouted.

“Okay, love.” Seungmin pressed a chaste kiss to his neck and Jeongin twisted to look over his shoulder at his boyfriend.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

Seungmin just shook his head with a small smile. “Nothing. Just worried about you.”

Jeongin turned back towards the group, grabbing a few grapes and feeding himself and Seungmin and feeling his heart fluttering at Seungmin comments. But it didn’t take long for him to wonder if it was in fact something other than concern for him.

Jeongin shifted back a little more, making sure he was flush against his boyfriend. He pretended to settle for a few moments before shifting around again, subtly pressing his hips back. He listened carefully and heard the quiet sigh Seungmin let out in response.

Jeongin bit the inside of his cheek to keep a smile from spreading across his lips. He knew it wasn’t a good idea and if Seungmin caught on he wouldn’t be happy.

But…

Could he really turn down the opportunity to get Seungmin’s mind going in the same direction as his? Maybe he could even make him think blowing Jeongin’s back out was his own idea. That was very tempting indeed and were he not so desperate for attention he might not try and follow through on it.

But considering the fact that just the thought had heat rushing through Jeongin he couldn’t resist.

He tried not to be obvious. He knew if he just started grinding back as much as he could Seungmin would know what he was doing immediately. No, he took it slow, shifting from time to time under the guise of trying to stay comfy. He listened to Seungmin’s sighs and slight grunts each time he pressed back and brushed against him.

The conversation carried on a for a while, no one quite ready to get back to hiking yet. Seungmin’s arms stiffened around Jeongin and he was quieter and quieter as the group chatted. Jeongin let his fingers trail lightly over the skin of Seungmin’s forearms, drawing seemingly absentminded pictures and writing ‘I love yous’ all over them.

From time to time he felt Seungmin shift back, as if trying to give himself a little bit of space, a gap that Jeongin closed each time, pressing flush against his boyfriend again. Seungmin mumbled to him here and there, commenting quietly on what the others said, but not bringing up his movements again.

He did feel Seungmin leave a few stray kisses on his neck and shoulder and he had to bite back a smile at the thought that his little half-baked, desperate plan just might be working.

“We should start the climb down.” Minho’s words drew a groan from the group and he rolled his eyes.

“Well if you’d all rather live up here.” He sat up more, starting to pack up their bags. “I, for one, am planning on going home sometime.”

“I could live in the woods.” Changbin hummed, still resting back against a rock.

“Oh sure,” Jisung grinned. “Not like you brought all your stuffies when you first moved in.”

“Yep, very tough,” Hyunjin added. “Not like your yelling would attract all the animals that want something to eat.”

“I’ll eat you.” Changbin’s failed attempt at a comeback drew looks of confusion from the group.

“Kinky,” Jisung and Minho said almost in unison while Hyunjin retorted. “I’m not into vore.”

The group erupted into laughter as they all picked themselves up off the ground and stuffed everything back in their bags. Jeongin reluctantly peeled himself away from his boyfriend as they gathered all of their belongings. Seungmin gave him a few quick kisses to the cheek here and there, as if he could sense that Jeongin was still needy for his affection.

Minho started to lead them down the trail. It was perhaps a good thing that they had started moving again. As the day progressed more people were starting to catch up with them hiking and it would likely become busier as they climbed down. Seeing other people from time to time was nice, at least he knew they were on the right trail, but Jeongin certainly preferred hiking with just them.

The trail quickly took a downward turn, at first with stairs and then clambering over sloping rocks. Jeongin was ever so slightly pouty that he couldn’t hold Seungmin’s hand anymore but he was pretty sure Seungmin was staying just a little closer to him than he was before.

Or maybe that was just his own desperation talking.

Now moving again the heat was starting to get to the group. Everyone was pulling off their sweaters and chatting gave way to heavy breaths as they made their way down the rough part of the trail.

Jeongin was thankful when they came to a section mostly shaded by the trees and even more so when the trail started to even out into a gentle downwards slope. Everyone caught their breath as they moved through the trees, passing the occasional person climbing up. Seungmin hovered close to Jeongin, still quiet after the more strenuous part of the climb.

Jeongin drifted closer to him as the group slowed down to admire an overlook with a view of the city, now much closer than from the top. He took the moment to press a quick kiss to Seungmin’s lips, watching a warm blush rush up his cheeks as he looked at Jeongin with a sweet smile. With everyone distracted by the view he took the chance to kiss Jeongin sweetly.

It took all of Jeongin’s mental strength not to get completely lost in the kisses, not to deepen them or pull his boyfriend closer roughly. He accepted the sweet kisses, matching Seungmin’s pace and intensity, though he let his hand slip down and into Seungmin’s back pocket. He felt the grin against his lips that quickly turned to a yelp as he squeezed his boyfriend’s ass.

“Innie!?” By the time Seungmin was letting out the nickname in surprise Jeongin had pulled back with a mischievous grin on his lips and his hands to himself. Their friends looked back at them in confusion.

Jeongin giggled as he went closer to the outlook and the rest of their friends while Seungmin stumbled along behind him to catch up. Hyunjin was side-eyeing Jeongin with suspicion but he ignored it, satisfied that no one but he and Seungmin knew what had happened.

Jeongin caught up to Felix and for once during the hike he focused his attention on something other than Seungmin. He was sure he could feel Seungmin’s eyes on him as he followed behind him and Felix. He didn’t say too much, occasionally adding a comment as they walked in the shade for a while longer until the trail became rough again.

It was as they had to start climbing down in single file that Seungmin wrapped his arms around Jeongin, pulling him back a little from the group while they waited their turn and murmuring to him.

“What was all that about, baby?” His voice was smooth and warm and knowing like he might just be aware of what Jeongin was up to.

“Hm?” Jeognin tried to sound nonchalant, chill, unaware.

“Grabbing my ass like that.” Seungmin murmured.

“Oh,” Jeongin let out a shy giggle. “I just thought it would be fun.”

“That’s all?” Perhaps Seungmin wasn’t buying it.

Jeongin shifted a little, looking over his shoulder at his boyfriend and putting on the most innocent expression he could muster. “Yeah? I was just being cute.” Jeongin let his face fall, hoping he was being convincing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfy or draw too much attention.”

Jeongin maybe felt a little bad about his acting, about taking Seungmin’s words to mean something he knew they didn’t. But Seungmin bought it so fast, expression quickly shifting to a soft, reassuring one and Jeongin could keep up his little ruse just a bit longer.

“Oh no, baby. No, don't worry, it's not that.” He pressed a gentle kiss to Jeongin’s neck. “I’m just thinking too much today. I miss you too much.”

Jeongin snuggled back against Seungmin, subtly grinding his hips back, certainly pressing his luck. But Seungmin, despite letting out a breath, clearly at least a little affected, didn’t say anything. Jeongin twisted around to steal a sweet kiss from his boyfriend before Seungmin let him go so he could take his turn to start climbing down the rocks.

Though climbing didn’t actually take too long, it felt long to Jeongin. Maybe it was because of the tiring physical work of climbing, maybe it was because he couldn’t hold his boyfriend’s hand. Either way it felt as if it dragged on. Jeongin was relieved when he could see the end of the climbing in sight, a set of wooden stairs heading down starting the much easier final section of the trail.

Jeongin was thankful when he could slip his hand back into Seungmin’s lacing their fingers together. He chattered happily with Felix and Minho as he walked hand in hand with his boyfriend. As they came down, climbing lower than the tops of the nearby highrises, Minho kept checking their location to make sure they were, in fact, close to where they started.

The group was much more lively as they reached the bottom about 5 minutes later. Minho led them along the sidewalk back to the small parking lot while they chattered and joked with each other. Jeongin kept throwing quick glances at Seungmin, looking away before he caught his eye but noticing the way Seungmin kept looking at him, almost catching him. When they did lock eyes Jeongin squeezed his hand and snuggled into his shoulder cutely. Seungmin kissed his temple in response, eliciting disgusted gagging from at least half of their friends.

They climbed back into the cars, this time with Chan driving them and Felix in the passenger seat. Both were chattering happily as they all strapped in and Chan pulled out, following Minho as they headed back home. As they talked Felix searched his bag, grinning when he found what he was looking for and pulling out a lollipop.

Yet another idea popped into Jeongin’s head as he leaned forwards.

“Aw, I wish I’d thought to bring candy.” He muttered.

“Oh,” Felix reached back into his bag before producing another one. “I have one more if you want it.”

Jeongin flashed him a bright smile as he thanked him and took the lollipop, unwrapping it and quickly popping it in his mouth. Despite how badly he wanted to, he refrained from looking at his boyfriend while he continued to talk with Felix and Chan, Seungmin only occasionally chiming in.

Jeongin fiddled with the stick between his fingers as he listened between talking. He pulled the candy out with a pop every time he had to speak and made sure to take it into his mouth again slowly, taking his time as he wrapped his lips around it and wondering if Seungmin was actually watching his little show.

“This is really good.” Jeongin hummed.

“I think that one was blue raspberry.” Felix hummed.

“Minmin, isn’t that one of your favourites? Do you want to try it?” Jeongin ignored the way Chan and Felix cocked an eyebrow at the pet name, much more interested in his boyfriend’s reaction as he turned to look at him. Seungmin was staring at Jeongin, eyes a little wide and shoulders a little stiff, hands clasped a little too tightly together. Jeongin cocked his head to the side, trying to smile but smirking instead and more than surely giving away what he was up to, though the pet name he only ever used in the bedroom was probably enough to do that on its own.

Seungmin cleared his throat. “Sure.” His voice sounded ever so slightly strained as Jeongin brought the lollipop to his lips and watched as he took it into his mouth. Jeongin’s fingers never let go of the stick, eyes glued to his boyfriend’s lips completely shamelessly as he felt the way it moved, Seungmin swirling his tongue around the sweet treat.

As he opened his mouth Jeongin pulled the treat back, sticking it back into his own mouth and shoving it into his cheek.

“It’s good, right?” He hummed.

Seungmin tilted his head, studying Jeongin now and despite all of the trouble he’d been causing on purpose all morning, he shifted a little, feeling nervous under Seungmin’s gaze.

“Mhm.”

“You two are nasty.” Felix muttered, reminding Jeongin that they were not, in fact, alone.

“They swap spit without the candy.” Chan said tiredly. “What’s the difference?”

Jeongin felt the heat creep up his cheeks as he grinned sheepishly. He spared a glance towards the front of the car where Felix was giving him a very judgemental look through the rearview mirror.

“Oh, like you wouldn’t.” Jeongin muttered.

“Not with Seungmin.” Felix wrinkled his nose.

“Well…” Chan grinned as he said it, earning a punch in the shoulder from Felix and fake gagging from Seungmin.

“I’m not into age gap relationships.” Seungmin deadpanned, drawing snickers from Jeongin and Felix.

“I’m not that old.” Chan muttered.

“You’re turning to dust before our very eyes.” Jeongin said.

“It’s honestly impressive that a dinosaur can drive.” Seungmin added.

“I liked you two better when you were pining for each other.” Chan grumbled.

The car filled with snickering as they continued to banter and teasing, mostly at Chan’s expense. Jeongin was still idly sucking on the lollipop in between verbal jabs and chuckling. He could feel Seungmin’s eyes flicker over to him from time to time but he had toned it down, at least for the moment.

It wasn’t all that much later that they pulled into the parking space under their building. Everyone bustled out of the cars, grabbing bags and picnic gear before heading up to their apartments. Jeongin pouted as Seungmin took one of the bags, helping to carry it instead of taking his hand.

Jeongin followed along behind them, heading into the apartment with Minho, Felix, and Seungmin. They carried things into the kitchen and much to Jeongin’s dismay Seungmin started to help put things away. Jeongin leaned his elbows on the island, watching the three of them work and pouting at the lack of attention. He mulled over ideas, trying to think of something to draw his boyfriend away.

He tried coughing and clearing his throat but neither drew attention. He pulled the lollipop from his mouth as he walked around the side of the island and let out the most suggestive yawn he could muster. That was enough to have all three of them glance at him. Jeongin took the opportunity with Seungmin’s eyes on him again to stretch forward, bending himself over the island and sticking his ass out. He noticed Felix’s pure confusion, shaking his head before returning his attention to the unpacking. Minho rolled his eyes and sighed but Seungmin kept watching. Jeongin locked eyes with him, giving the sweetest, most innocent doe eyes he could as he ran his tongue around the lollipop before sucking it back between his lips again.

Seungmin blinked at him once, as if the gears were turning in his head. His gaze darkened rather suddenly, a look of revelation in his eyes that sent a shiver down Jeongin’s spine. He stood up straight, dropping his gaze bashfully and feeling the heat rise and burn his skin at the realization that he was, finally, truly, caught.

It took mere seconds for Seungmin to make it across the room, grabbing Jeongin roughly by the wrist and dragging him out of the kitchen. Seungmin completely ignored the questions from Minho about where he was going and Jeongin felt the absolute rush of arousal that settled at the bottom of his stomach as he stumbled behind Seungmin down the hall.

Seungmin wasn’t gentle with him as he pushed Jeongin into his bedroom. He struggled to catch his footing before turning around to find Seungmin closing the door and locking it before he started across the room towards Jeongin, a hand dropping to his belt, starting to undo it.

“You’re such a little whore, today.” His tone was so smooth and yet there was a dangerous edge to it, an edge Jeongin had never heard before, an edge that had his cock twitching in his pants.

“I-I” Seungmin didn’t let him speak much. He was quick to take what was left of the lollipop from Jeongin’s lips, tossing it in the trash.

“I knew you were being a brat when you started sucking on that lollipop.” His hand found Jeongin’s shoulder and Jeongin let out a whimper as Seungmin forced him down to his knees. “But you’re usually such a good boy it didn’t even occur to me that you’ve been acting out on purpose all morning.”

“I just…” Jeongin’s sentence trailed off as his eyes dropped to where Seungmin shoved his pants down his hips along with his boxers. He felt the way he started nearly drooling as he took in the sight of Seungmin’s half-hard cock, all thoughts wiped from his mind in an instant.

“The lollipop was obvious but wearing my shirt? Kissing my neck? Grinding on me in front of our friends?” Jeongin let out a gasp as Seungmin threaded his fingers into his hair and yanked it back roughly, forcing him to look up. He met Seungmin’s gaze, watching as he spit into his hand before wrapping it around his cock. “Desperate enough that you didn’t even care who would notice, right Innie?”

“Just- j-just wanted your attention.” Jeongin whimpered. He squirmed under Seungmin’s gaze, absolutely reeling from this new side of him, a side he’d been trying to tease out of him for so long. Nothing had happened yet but Jeongin was sure that his cock was already leaking from how quickly he’d gotten worked up.

“You have it now.” Seungmin murmured. “Put your hands behind your back.” Jeongin did it immediately, not even needing to give it a single thought. He was so eager to do just about anything Seungmin asked of him now. He could have been vibrating with excitement and anticipation at what was to come.

“So you can be a good boy.” Seungmin said, smirk tugging at his lips. “All of a sudden you’re behaving yourself again.”

Jeongin’s gaze kept flickering down, stealing a glance at Seungmin’s cock growing harder in his hand and then back up to his face. “I’ll be good.”

He whimpered as Seungmin yanked his hair back roughly again, squeezing his thighs together, cock caught between them and getting just a little bit of relief from the pressure.

“Of course you’d say that now.” Seungmin said smoothly. “Doesn’t change the fact that you’ve been bratty all day.”

Jeongin’s eyes flickered down again, unable to keep from taking in the sight, mind so quickly getting wrapped up in wanting to taste him, wanting to feel him.

“Go ahead,” Seungmin said coolly, drawing Jeongin’s gaze back up. Of course it would be obvious where his attention was, but still he felt heat under his skin at Seungmin’s words. “You’ve already been sucking on a lollipop, but if you need even more…”

Jeongin knew how flushed he must be but it didn’t stop him from leaning forwards, only for Seungmin to shift his hips back. He turned his gaze back up to his boyfriend, eyes wide and pleading.

“Minnie-”

“Oh come on,” Seungmin teased. “You thought you wouldn’t have to work for it?”

“B-But-”

“If you’re really going to complain after how much trouble you’ve caused, I can give you nothing.”

Jeongin felt a surge of panic as he started sputtering, reaching for Seungmin while he tried to find the words to explain himself but stopping when Seungmin stepped away from him. He obediently put his hands behind his back again, biting his lip as he looked up at Seungmin cautiously.

“Only good boys get rewarded, Innie.” Seungmin tutted, stepping closer again. “Go ahead, suck me off.”

Jeongin dug his own nails into his arms to keep from moving them while he leaned forward. Seungmin didn’t make it easy for him, his hips shifting back and keeping his cock mere centimetres away from Jeongin’s lips. Jeongin managed to get close a few times, lips just touching the tip of Seungmin’s cock before it was pulled out of his reach again.

He felt the embarrassment rush through him as Seungmin chuckled at him, fingers tightening in his hair to keep him in place as he almost let him have what he wanted. It put no damper on his arousal, rather it had his cock throbbing in a way he didn’t plan to explore at the moment, filing the thought away for later as he pouted up at his boyfriend.

“Minnie, you’re being mean.”

A look of surprise, so genuine Jeongin bought it hook, line, and sinker, came over Seungmin’s face. “Am I?”

Jeongin nodded quickly and was given another shock to the system as Seungmin yanked his hair back roughly again. He let out a groan at the feeling, breathing just a little heavy as he met Seungmin’s dark gaze. It was the same one he’d been bathing Jeongin in since the beginning but each time Jeongin found it trained on him he felt hotter, shifting his hips and squeezing his thighs together in a way he was sure Seungmin noticed from the way he smirked.

“What? You’ve been begging me to be rough with you. You went out of your way to be a little whore today. And in front of our friends, no less.” He leaned down just a little. “Did you think I’d be nice, love?”

Jeongin sputtered, trying to find words and failing miserably. He was utterly reeling from the way Seungmin was treating him, so different and yet so enticing, so much hotter than he’d imagined. Truthfully, even in imagining what it would be like for Seungmin to fuck him senseless, he’d barely even considered him being mean.

He certainly didn’t dislike it.

Seungmin’s gaze turned a little more calculating, smirk disappearing for a more serious expression. His grip on Jeongin’s hair loosened just a little as he studied Jeongin for a moment.

“Is it what you were expecting, baby?”

His tone was different this time, more cautious. Jeongin felt his heart melt just a little as he realized what Seungmin was really asking. Are you okay? Do you need to stop? Do you want me to be nicer?

Jeongin took a deep breath that came out a little shaky. It was different from all of his fantasies, but it was the furthest thing from bad. He nodded slowly; Seungmin waited, clearly wanting to hear him say something, to confirm that everything was okay and he wanted to keep going.

“It’s different.” Jeongin said quietly. “B-But- U-Uh.” He still felt shaky and even more shy with Seungmin’s treatment of him as he tried to get his thoughts out. “I’m- I- Minnie, please?” He settled on a question, struggling to form a full sentence that didn’t seem dumb. So instead of talking any more, he gave his boyfriend a sweet, doe-eyed gaze while letting his mouth fall open, waiting obediently.

“What a good boy.” Seungmin grinned. “Hold still for me, cutie.”

Jeongin did just as he was told, mouth open, eyes on Seungmin and sticking his tongue out. He held still like he was told and Seungmin finally guided his cock into his mouth. Jeongin let out a muffled moan around him, eyelids fluttering as he finally got a taste of his lover on his tongue again.

Seungmin was much more quiet than usual, only letting out a slow breath as his grip tightened in Jeongin’s hair again, keeping him still as he rolled his hips forwards, fucking slowly into Jeongin’s mouth. Jeongin struggled to keep his eyes open, just wanting to let him fall closed and sit there, letting his boyfriend use his mouth.

It was almost embarrassing how affected Jeongin was. Despite the fact that all he had in terms of touch was a hand in his hair and a cock in his mouth he was insanely turned on. If he hadn’t had his hands behind his back he didn’t think he’d be able to help jerking himself off. The only thing keeping his hands off of himself was his desire to be a good boy for Seungmin.

Seungmin’s breathes grew heavier as he fucked just a little deeper into Jeongin’s mouth. He was still being cautious, not too rough. Despite his demeanour he didn’t want to hurt Jeongin or push him too far. It was a level of sweetness amid a whole new side of him that Jeongin appreciated.

And yet, nothing would make him happier than his boyfriend's cock becoming well acquainted with the back of his throat.

Even though he was meant to sit still Jeongin started to lean forward. Each time Seungmin’s hips came towards him he leaned in, taking more of him, as much as he could manage without falling forward completely. He felt the way his cock positively throbbed at the groan Seungmin let out, slowing his movements before meeting Jeongin’s gaze.

“Do you want more?” Seungmin chuckled. “Are you that greedy today?”

Jeongin didn’t say anything, just nodding vigorously and opening his mouth again. Seungmin seemed to study him for a moment, as if to make sure he really wanted what he said he did, before thrusting back into Jeongin’s mouth.

This time it was decidedly rougher and deeper, though not as deep as he could possibly go. Still, Jeongin was positively intoxicated by it. His eyelids grew a little heavy as Seungmin started to let a few groans off his lips as he kept a faster pace, stopping just short of making Jeongin gag.

Jeongin dug his nails even further into his skin to keep his hands from moving as Seungmin brought his other hand to Jeongin’s head. Now with both hands keeping him still he moved with quick snaps of his hips, whether intentionally or not, getting a little deeper each time.

Drool that had been more easily kept under control now was starting to drip down Jeongin’s chin and it nearly made his eyes roll back. He leaned forward as much as Seungmin’s hands would allow, finally far enough for Seungmin’s cock to breach the top of his throat. It was only a quick moment but it had Jeongin gagging and Seungmin all too quickly pulling out.

He was much more gentle as he tilted Jeongin’s head up. “Innie?” Concern lacing his tone that it was too much.

Jeongin, however, was on cloud nine. He gazed up at Seungmin with hazy, lust-filled eyes and let his mouth fall open again with a whimper, a plea for more.

“God,” Seungmin chuckled. “When did my cute little Innie turn into such a slut?” With a renewed strong grip in Jeongin’s hair he thrust back into his mouth, this time as deep as he could go, Jeongin’s nose touching the base of his stomach. When he spoke his voice was breathy. “Fuck, is that my fault?” He pulled out, letting Jeongin catch his breath for a moment before doing it again. “I’m a bad influence.”

Messy drool found it’s way down Jeongin’s chin and neck as Seungmin fucked into his mouth; the wet sounds only rivalled by Jeongin’s gagging each time Seungmin’s cock reached his throat. Seungmin let out soft curses under his breath, eyes screwing shut as he started to fuck quickly and roughly into Jeongin’s mouth again.

Jeongin let his eyes roll back and close as he let his boyfriend fuck his throat, gagging each time he went in deep enough and happily opening his mouth again as soon as he caught his breath. Maybe it was the weeks of pent up need but he was sure he’d never been happier than this. In a perfect world this is how he would go, choking on Seungmin’s cock. He was sure Seungmin would beg to differ but it didn’t change the fact that this was utterly perfect to him.

As Seungmin got closer to his high he couldn’t keep himself quiet anymore, letting moans and curse words pour off his lips. Each little sound made the pool of heat in the pit of Jeongin’s stomach grow more and more. He fought to keep his hips still but he was in desperate need of being touched. He didn’t even care how at this point he just needed his boyfriend to touch him.

“Fuck.” Seungmin pulled back, fully out of Jeongin’s mouth and gazed down at him. As Jeongin gazed up at him sweetly, sticking his tongue out, mouth open yet again, Seungmin grinned.

“You want me to cum in your mouth, baby?” He cooed.

Jeongin nodded, pleading with just his eyes.

Seungmin tilted Jeongin’s head back a little more. “Too bad for you only good boys get what they want.” Jeongin’s expression dropped as his lips formed a pout. It did nothing at all to sway Seungmin’s resolve. “Naughty boys get whatever I’ll give them.” Seungmin let go of Jeongin’s hair, stepping back from him. “Strip, and get on the bed.”

Jeongin stumbled to his feet, a little shocked and pouty at not getting what he wanted. His legs were shaky and his knees were sore from being on the ground. He noticed how red they were as he stripped off his pants. His shirt followed soon after before he climbed onto the bed and sat, eyes finding Seungmin who had also rid himself of his clothes and was grabbing something out of his closet.

Jeongin swallowed hard as Seungmin pulled out a pair of handcuffs. They were blue and fuzzy and looked soft, clearly meant only for the bedroom. Jeongin thought he might even be able to break them if he pulled hard.

But he’d still never seen them before. He didn’t even know Seungmin was into that. The surprise didn’t stop his cock from twitching at the sight, though just about anything might have been arousing to him at this point. His eyes flickered between Seungmin’s face and the handcuffs as Seungmin approached the bed, clearly studying his reaction.

“You’ll stay nice and still for me this way.” Seungmin hummed, hooking one cuff onto his finger and dangling them in front of Jeongin’s face, swinging them like a pendulum. Jeongin watched them, almost mesmerised. Seungmin leaned in to murmur in his ear.

“Do you want to try something new, baby?” The way he murmured it felt like it set every nerve in Jeongin’s body alight. He wanted it, he wanted anything so fucking bad. He was nodding and whimpering an affirmation before he knew it and Seungmin kissed his neck gently, making him shiver.

“Lay down then.”

Jeongin did just as he was told, biting down on his lip as Seungmin took a hold of his wrists and pulled them up over his head. He was sure his heart was just about to beat out of his chest with how fast it was racing as he felt Seungmin snap the handcuffs around one wrist. He squirmed a little as Seungmin hooked the cuffs around a spoke in the headboard and secured his other hand.

Jeongin met Seungmin’s gaze, seeing his expression soften just a little bit, like he couldn’t help how in love he was. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach just the way they always did when he was caught in Seungmin’s loving gaze and it made him shy, heat flooding his cheeks and looking away from Seungmin.

Seungmin ran his fingers through Jeongin’s hair, drawing a whimper from his lips. His eyes slipped shut at the gentle touch, body tensing in anticipation of a rough grasp. It didn’t come though, instead Seungmin’s fingertips slipped down his neck and then started to trail gently over his chest.

Jeongin let out a shuddering breath, the lack of any rough touch making the anticipation even stronger. Seungmin’s touches were feather-light as they trailed over his stomach and his muscles tensed under them. A whimper slipped past his lips, legs trembling slightly as Seungmin’s touch moved lower, to his lower stomach and hips, but avoiding where his cock lay hard and flushed against his lower stomach.

“Minnie.” He couldn’t help his whining for more. It was nearly tortuous for Seungmin to go so slow now.

“Look at me.”

Jeongin did as he was told, forcing his eyes open and shifting, his thighs tensing with the feeling of arousal that accompanied the look Seungmin was giving him.

“Did I say naughty boys get what they want?” He asked. Jeongin shook his head, biting down on his lip. “What did I say?”

“N-Naughty boys take what th-they’re given.” He mumbled shakily.

“What are you gonna do for me, baby?” He questioned.

“I’ll take what you give me.” He whimpered.

Seungmin leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Jeongin’s hip that on its own made him moan.

“Good boy.” Seungmin grinned.

Jeongin held in his whines and pouts for the time being, eyes fluttering shut again as he let Seungmin spread his legs and push his feet up so he was resting on them. He hadn’t even noticed him grabbing the lube but he could hear him squirting it onto his fingers now. A hand came down on his hip before he felt a finger circle his entrance.

“I’m curious, baby.” Seungmin hummed as his finger slid into Jeongin in one, smooth movement, drawing a moan from his lips. “What did you think was going to happen when we got home?”

“Th-Think?” Jeongin’s thighs tensed as Seungmin started to curl his finger, moving in just the way he knew Jeongin liked. His head fell back, so sensitive he was sure he could cum within a couple of minutes, maybe even less if Seungmin kept moving just like this. His ability to think was already dissipating and he struggled to find an answer to Seungmin’s question.

“You didn’t think, baby?” He teased. “Come on, you can usually think straight before I start touching you, can’t you?”

“Ju- J-Just- mm-” It felt so insanely good to finally be touched and his brain was turning to mush more and more every second. He struggled to come up with any kind of answer and Seungmin slowed his movements, almost completely still. Jeongin’s hips tried to buck up involuntarily, stopped by Seungmin’s hand on his hip, as a whine left his lips.

“Good boys answer questions.” Seungmin purred.

Jeongin’s fingers curled into fists as he tried not to move his hips, sure that Seungmin would pull away if he tried to grind down on his finger. Instead, he fought for one, single, solitary, coherent thought.

“I- I-I th-thought I-” Wading through his brain to find anything sensical was like moving through molasses. He couldn't seem to remember any of thoughts from before he entered the bedroom. He knew almost all of them were about Seungmin but that was about it. Seungmin tutted, pulling his fingers away, leaving Jeongin empty.

“No no no no.” Jeongin pulled at the cuffs on his wrists, eyes flying open and finding Seungmin in desperation. “P-Please Minmin please-”

Seungmin tilted his head, regarding Jeongin with a sweet pout. “You can’t answer my question but you want me to give you more?”

Jeongin squirmed, biting down on his lip and resolving to try again.

“Thought- I th-thought- you- y-y-you-” He let his head fall back, eyes shut again as he tried to focus. “You w-would- wanted- you-”

Whether Seungmin took pity on him or whether he was just getting bored, Jeongin didn’t know. He truthfully knew nothing as soon as Seungmin pressed two fingers into him. His back arched off the bed as a broken moan poured from his lips. Seungmin kept his hips from moving much as his fingers reached deep inside, curling in just the right way.

Moans poured off his lips as his thighs trembled and pre-cum leaked onto his lower stomach. After everything from the day and weeks of waiting it all felt so much more intense. His mind was fully wrapped up in the feeling of Seungmin’s fingers curling and thrusting into just the right spot inside of him and the resulting waves of pleasure that drew moans from his lips.

Jeongin relished this moment where all he could sense was Seungmin. The scent on the soft pillows under his head; the feeling of a hand on his hip, holding him down; and the fingers moving so perfectly inside him, that he swore were getting deeper little by little. Any thought that made its way into his hazy mind was about Seungmin and the intense pleasure he was giving him.

Jeongin squeezed his eyes shut tight, feeling just how close he had gotten. His own muscles were tensed and he felt so close to his edge, nails digging into his palms and toes curling as he tried to get something off his tongue.

“S- M-M-”

“What’s wrong, baby?” Seungmin purred.

“G-Gonna- I-I”

“Gonna cum, baby?” He asked sweetly. Jeongin nodded vigorously, satisfied that Seungmin understood him.

The satisfaction gave way to disappointment and frustration a moment later when Seungmin pulled his fingers out entirely, leaving Jeongin empty and wanting. His eyes flew open and he found Seungmin with his desperate gaze, pleading eyes met with Seungmin’s smirk.

“Baby,” He cooed. “Did you think I would let you cum that easily?”

“Min-” As his orgasm slipped away from him he tried to plead but Seungmin quieted him. His voice was very soft when he spoke again, far too gentle for his words.

“Naughty boys…”

“Take wh-what you give them.” Jeongin hiccuped. His lips formed into a pout and he squirmed, rolling his wrists a little and taking a shaky breath.

Seungmin shifted, moving up the bed and bringing his clean hand to cup Jeongin’s cheek. Jeongin felt the butterflies erupt in his stomach once again as his boyfriend pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his lips.

“Still okay, baby?” He whispered against his lips.

Jeongin took a second, tempted to kiss him and resisting the urge and instead catching his breath. “M’ okay.” He mumbled.

Seungmin pulled back just enough to look at him. When Jeongin opened his eyes he found Seungmin gazing at him, full of love and concern. It had Jeongin absolutely melting, heart bursting from the moment of sweetness.

“You sure, love?” He checked again.

Jeongin nodded, mind a little more clear without Seungmin touching him, though still very needy. “It’s fun, Minnie.”

“Yeah, baby?” Seungmin gave him a sweet smile.

“I’m having fun,” Jeongin hummed, feeling almost shy from the way Seungmin was gazing at him. “Please? C-Can you…”

Seungmin pressed a kiss to his nose. “Of course, baby. Just tell me if it gets to be too much, okay?”

“Okay,” Jeongin gave Seungmin a warm smile as he pulled away, grabbing the lube and putting a little more on his fingers. Jeongin let his head rest back on the pillows, wiggling his hips and spreading his legs a little wider. It drew a giggle from Seungmin’s lips.

“Eager, baby?”

“Always eager for you, Minnie-” Jeongin’s words broke off into a moan as two fingers slid smoothly into him again. His back arched off the bed at the wash of sudden pleasure that rushed through his body. It felt so heavenly so quickly and it had his fingernails digging into his palms again.

“My poor Innie,” Seungmin hummed, still a touch of sweetness in his voice. “So needy, hm?”

Jeongin nodded quickly, letting out soft moans at each movement and curl of Seungmin’s fingers. He was moving even slower now and it would have driven Jeongin mad if he wasn’t so insanely sensitive. He was sure he could feel everything; the soft sheets under his back, the cool air licking at his stomach, arms, and legs, the gentle tickle of the fuzzy handcuffs around his wrists, and the intoxicating way Seungmin’s fingers moved, so expertly making him feel like he was on cloud nine.

His pleasure was building just as quickly as it had before. He felt the way tension was already drawing at his muscles, tightening them, making them tremble. His moans grew whinier as the tension grew stronger and in response Seungmin’s fingers moved even slower, prolonging the tortuous waiting.

“Please,” The word fell from his lips without him even thinking about it.

“Want more, baby?” Jeongin could hear the grin in his boyfriend’s voice but he nodded anyway.

Seungmin pulled his fingers out completely but before Jeongin could even whine about it three fingers pressed into him. Pleasure washed through him and drew a particularly loud moan from his lips. Each slow curl of his fingers was in just the right spot and sent sensation through his body.

“Feel good, baby?” Seungmin hummed. Jeongin nodded his head, failing to manage a ‘yes’ and only producing more moans.

“You want more though, right?”

“Mhm.” It came out whiny but Jeongin didn’t care at the moment, simply thankful that Seungmin had resorted to yes or no questions instead of trying to get a full sentence out of his horny, lust-filled brain.

“Want more than just my fingers?” Jeongin nodded again. Seungmin leaned in closer, and even with his eyes squeezed shut he could sense it, hear how much closer his voice was, feel the hot breath on his ear as Seungmin moved his fingers a little faster. “Want my cock, right baby?”

“P-Please.”

“Do you want me to fuck you hard, baby?” He purred. Jeongin nodded vigorously. “I haven’t been fucking you hard enough, right? I’m not doing a good enough job satisfying my baby?”

If Jeongin had even a single firing brain cell at this point he would have seen a trap in Seungmin’s words. But he was too far gone to process it. He simply nodded, letting little “mhm”s fall from his lips while he found himself consumed with pleasure and the thought of finally getting the dicking down he’s been craving. He was so so close to his high again, tension through his body and hips trying to grind down onto Seungmin’s fingers.

Which is what made it all the more disappointing when Seungmin pulled his fingers away again.

“No no no please Minmin please.” Jeongin tugged at the cuffs on his wrist as he writhed and whimpered. Seungmin simply chuckled in response. When Jeongin pried his eyes open and found Seungmin cleaning off his fingers.

“You don’t want my cock, baby? Just my fingers today?” He teased.

“N-No I- mm-” Jeongin fell silent, biting down on his lip and not trusting himself not to say something stupid.

Seungmin leaned over him, undoing the cuffs around Jeongin’s wrists and pulling his arms free. Jeongin was quick to wrap them around Seungmin’s neck and press a kiss to his lips. Seungmin indulged him only for a moment, before pulling away from him, gaze intense and calculating. If Jeongin had his wits about him he would have seen the mischievous glint but he was none the wiser.

Seungmin rolled off of him, reaching into his nightstand as Jeongin pushed himself up to watch him. His eyes caught onto the glint of the glossy condom packaging. Without thinking Jeongin leaned over him and quickly knocked it out of his hand. Seungmin fixed him with a look of surprise but it quickly melted away into a smirk, one that made Jeongin’s skin blossom with a red blush.

“Not just satisfied with getting fucked now, baby? You want my cum too?”

“I-I”

“How greedy. You want my cum, you want me to fuck you better. Gosh I’m such a bad boyfriend.” Seungmin sighed, settling on his back and putting his hands behind his head.

“N-No, that’s-”

“But I don’t really know what you want.” He grinned. “Why don’t you show me, cutie?”

“Sh-Show you?” Jeongin tripped over his words as his mind tried to catch up with what Seungmin meant.

Seungmin gazed pointedly at his cock, hard and flushed and sitting against the bottom of his stomach, ever so enticing. “Fuck yourself on my cock, baby. If you can show me how hard you want it, I’ll do it. I clearly need some instruction, right?”

Jeongin’s jaw hung open as he stared at Seungmin, slowly processing his words. He felt his face burning as he shifted a little, glancing away from Seungmin nervously before meeting his eye again.

“Y-You want me to- uh-” He took a second, swallowing hard. “Me on top?”

Seungmin gave him an obviously fake pout. “You can’t show me what you want? Are you sure you even know, baby? Or have you been begging for more with no idea of what that means?”

“N-No No I-I can I-ll-” Jeongin took a quick moment to compose himself and think of an entire sentence. “I can do it.”

“Good,” Seungmin hummed, grin tugging at his lips. “You’ll show me what I’ve been doing wrong.”

Jeongin sputtered for a moment before shutting his mouth. It was better not to trust himself to say something witty or even coherent. Instead he moved closer to Seungmin and straddled his upper thighs. He felt the nerves and excitement bubbling inside him as he gazed down at his lover’s cock, bottom lip caught between his teeth. Even though they’d had sex a number of times he’d never been on top. It wasn’t like anything about Seungmin’s dick had changed but it was somehow more intimidating like this.

He could feel his cheeks slowly burning more and more under Seungmin’s gaze as he tried to psych himself up. He saw Seungmin moving his arm in the edges of his vision before the bottle of lube was suddenly dangling in front of Jeongin’s face. When he met Seungmin’s eye he was greeted with a smirk and it made his face burn even more.

“I even have to remind you of lube.” He teased. “Off to a bad start.”

Jeongin bit down on his lip, dropping his gaze as he snatched the bottle and focused his attention on pouring the slippery substance onto Seungmin’s cock, wrapping a hand around and pumping it a few times. Whatever pride he had left wanted to prove that he could do this but somehow he felt Seungmin might be setting him up for failure.

Either way, with his partner properly prepared Jeongin set the bottle aside and moved to straddle Seungmin’s hips. He took a breath that came out shaky as he lifted himself up, keeping a hold on Seungmin’s cock in one hand. Of course he’d had Seungmin inside of him before but he’d never been in charge of it and the nerves were starting to fill his stomach as he gave Seungmin an anxious look.

Seungmin’s hand found his hip instantly, helping him shift into just the right position and watching him carefully. Jeongin met his boyfriend’s gaze, smiling nervously as Seungmin helped him start to ease down onto his cock. A few whimpers passed his lips at the familiar stretch. He let his eyes fall closed as he moved down slowly, feeling Seungmin’s grip on his hip tighten instinctively if he tried to move any faster. Even so, he bottomed out quicker than when Seungmin was in charge of it, biting down on his lip to try and muffle the small moan trying to slip off his tongue. His hands found a resting place on Seungmin’s chest and Seungmin pulled his hand away from Jeongin’s hip, leaving him with all the control.

Jeongin took a few deep breaths, enjoying the feeling of being full after far too long. When he started to move, just a shallow grinding of his hips, he truly felt like his brain was melting in the best way possible. Even slight movement on his boyfriend’s cock felt so good and he was slowly losing what little brain power he had left at this point.

Each roll of his hips had jolts of pleasure rushing through his body. He couldn’t help the moans rolling off his tongue. His nails dug into Seungmin’s skin, drawing a sharp inhale from him, the muscles of his thighs tensing under Jeongin. Jeongin soaked in every bit of it, the little sounds Seungmin let past his lips, the waves of pleasure as he ground his hips down. He started to move just a little faster as he got used to the new position.

“You’re so cute.” Seungmin’s voice was just a little breathy as he spoke, fingertips finding Jeongin’s thighs and drawing them up and down with a feather-light touch. Jeongin slowed his movements again, eyes fluttering open to gaze down at his boyfriend.

“Cute?” He hummed. In his hazy state he couldn't quite read the smile on his lover’s face.

“Mhm,” Seungmin scratched his nails lightly over Jeongin’s skin, sending a shiver of arousal down his spine. “You’re going so slow, baby. Seems like you really do want me to be gentle with you.”

Jeongin’s lips pulled into a pout as he shook his head, coming to a full stop. “No, I just…”

“Just what, baby?” Seungmin hummed, nails dragging in a slow swirling pattern over the skin of Jeongin’s hips and raising goosebumps in their wake and it was such a good and distracting sensation. Jeongin fought to find the words he needed through his mind, nearly too thick with desire to think.

“J-Just,” He let out a small moan as he ground down slowly, enjoying the feeling before trying to speak again. “Just w-wanna start slow.”

“Oh,” Seungmin grinned, “You’re still getting started, baby? I guess I shouldn’t rush you, hmm?”

Jeongin nodded at him with a whine.

“I’ll let you take your time, then.” Seungmin hummed. “You just better hope I don’t get bored of waiting.” He yawned for good measure, having the exact effect he wanted on Jeongin. A flash of panic tore through him at the thought that he might not get what he wanted after all of this, or worse Seungmin would get tired and decide to stop.

He started moving again, this time with much more purpose. His hips ground down harder and moans started to pour from his lips as the pleasure rushed through him. He tried with all of his might to focus on his goal, keeping his hips moving and even starting to go more quickly, finding a rhythm that felt heavenly.

Little sighs and groans tumbled from Seungmin’s lips in response to Jeongin’s movements. He met Seungmin’s gaze, his hips stuttering as he took in the intense gaze Seungmin had fixed him with that sent a rush of heat through his body. A whimper left his lips and he was sure if he wasn’t using his hands for support he would be jerking himself off.

His orgasm was starting to build again. The constant heat of arousal pooling in the pit of his stomach and every bit of his body feeling sensitive. He could feel the soft sheets under his knees, Seungmin’s skin under his fingers, the nails scratching lightly at his skin all adding to the pleasure that was filling him more and more with each passing moment. He moved just a little faster, letting out a groan at the sensation.

“This is what you want, baby?” Seungmin sounded undeniably affected now but it only served to turn Jeongin on that much more. Even with the clear desire in his voice, he was still incredibly composed. “I shouldn’t be fucking you, hmm? You just want me to grind into you?”

“No.” The word tumbled quickly off of Jeongin’s lips as he shook his head quickly. He felt the quick pang of panic, as if his fantasy was slipping away before his very eyes.

“You sure?” Seungmin teased. “You’re just grinding on me, baby. If that’s all you wanted you should have just said so.” Seungmin shifted under him, as if to push himself up. Jeongin reacted quickly, pushing his shoulders back down roughly in desperation. Seungmin quirked an eyebrow at him, surprise and amusement in his expression.

“I-I can- I’ll d-do better.” He whimpered. “Minnie, please.”

A smirk drew across Seungmin’s lips as he put his hands behind his head again.

“Last chance, cutie.” He hummed.

Jeongin swallowed thickly and nodded. Maybe Seungmin was bluffing, maybe he would let Jeongin keep going, but it wasn’t worth banking on that. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t be satisfied with whatever his boyfriend did, but he knew what he wanted and all that was sitting between him and getting it was riding his cock like he fucking meant it.

Jeongin made sure his hands were properly braced on his boyfriend’s chest before he lifted his hips, halfway up Seungmin’s cock before coming back down. A loud moan tumbled off his lips and his eyes rolled back as he did it again. The feeling was so incredibly addicting and it kept his hips moving at a steady pace. A wash of pleasure rushed through him each time he pushed himself back down that had his toes curling and thighs trembling.

Small curses fell from both of their lips as Jeongin moved. Seungmin’s groans were low in his voice while Jeongin’s climbed higher. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the room each time his ass met Seungmin’s thighs. The room felt warmer and warmer, or maybe it was just his own body feeling warm as he crept closer to his release.

If he had even a shred of shame left he might feel embarrassed over how whiny his moans had gotten but he could barely care when this felt so good. He shifted his position, sitting up and leaning back. His hands found Seungmin’s thighs for support and he let his head fall back as he bounced on his cock a little faster.

Seungmin’s hands found Jeongin’s hips. He neither slowed him down nor sped him up, simply holding onto his hips as he moved, curses falling off his hips and egging Jeongin on even more. Jeongin slowed to grind down roughly for a moment, drawing a gasp from both of them at the sensation of Seungmin dragging against his walls, before he was bouncing again.

“Fuck, that feels good, baby.” Seungmin’s voice came out breathy as he squeezed Jeongin’s hips. “So good.”

Jeongin moaned in response, leaning back a little more and cursing at the change in angle. He was starting to chase his high now, feeling it so close in his stomach after so much wanting. It had been on his mind since he woke up and it was now so close, within reach and it had him going a little harder, feeling Seungmin start to help him keep his movements consistent.

His thighs were starting to burn with the effort, muscles growing tired from overuse, but he tried his best to ignore it. His nails dug into Seungmin’s thighs a little as he tried to move even faster but his legs wouldn’t allow it. So he tried to come down harder instead, each time he came down a broken moan sounded from his lips.

His stomach was tense and cock leaking and he felt so insanely good. But as he kept up the same pace his body wasn’t getting any closer to release. So close to finally cumming and he’d hit a plateau, body seemingly unwilling to reach orgasm. He screwed his eyes shut, sweat making hair stick to his forehead with the effort as he kept going.

The sounds filling the room which usually turned him on more were doing nothing now. He’d hit a wall and all of his desperation seemingly wasn’t enough to actually get him off. He felt a wash of shame as he shifted again, hands back on Seungmin’s chest for better support as he kept lifting his hips.

His legs though, too, were starting to fail him. The harder he tried to ride Seungmin, the more worn his muscles became. They burned and against his will slowed down, too fatigued from the effort of it and as his body slowed down so too did his high start to slip away from him.

“Innie?” Seungmin’s voice was laced with a concern that Jeongin didn’t even register, too busy trying to swallow down the lump in his throat. Now was not the time to cry. He didn’t need to look any more pathetic than he already felt, unable to even ride Seungmin as hard as he wanted to.

His body seemed to have other plans, betraying him at every turn. He let out a quiet curse, head dropping forwards as tears pricked at his eyes and he prayed to any god out there that Seungmin wouldn’t notice. He didn’t think he could handle being teased about it when he was so close and frustrated.

“Innie?! Baby?!” Seungmin’s hands came to his hips first, fully stopping his movements. Jeongin couldn’t hold back his sob as his hips stuttered to a stop, too weak against Seungmin’s grip now that he was so tired. Seungmin sat up, hands moving to cup Jeongin’s cheeks and tilting his face to see him properly. When Jeongin blinked his watery eyes open Seungmin was giving him the sweetest, and most worried look.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” He said gently. “I was worried I was pushing you too hard. I-”

Jeongin shook his head to cut him off, tears still slipping down his cheeks and small gasps escaping his lips as he tried to calm himself.

“No,” he mumbled. “N-Not too- mm- Just wanna cum.”

“You’re allowed to cum, baby.” Seungmin assured him but he shook his head again, clearly not getting his point across.

“I-I can’t- can’t do it. Minmin.” The little nickname came out in a gasp as he fought to steady his breathing. “Please, please.”

“Want me to help, baby?” Seungmin soothed.

Jeongin nodded, hiccuping a little. “Please, Minmin please fuck me, please.”

Seungmin’s face fell a little. His tone was serious when he spoke. “Jeongin, I don’t know if-”

“Please please please please.” Jeongin wrapped his arms around Seungmin tightly, feeling himself shaking and crying harder as he pressed his forehead to Seungmin’s. He couldn’t fathom giving up now, not when this has been on his mind for so long. “Please Minmin please. Y-You said you would if- if I- p-please. I was g-good for you, right? Please?”

“Okay okay.” Seungmin hushed him with a kiss before pulling back enough to look at him. “Are you sure?”

Jeongin nodded feverishly and Seungmin wiped away his tears with a loving smile.

“Okay, baby. Anything you want. As long as you’re okay.”

“M okay.” Jeongin mumbled, dropping his gaze.

“Just frustrated?” Seungmin asked. Jeongin nodded with a sniffle, trying to blink back the tears that were still falling and Seungmin leaned in to press a kiss to his nose.

“I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have let you get so frustrated when I could see you were getting tired.”

“Didn’t wanna stop.” Jeongin mumbled.

“I know, baby.”

“You.” Jeongin tried to steady himself a little more. “Y-You don’t have to start being nice.”

Seungmin gave him an amused smile before pressing another kiss to his lips. He whispered to him after that, lips brushing against Jeongin’s.

“Just calm down for me, baby. When you stop crying we can keep going. Promise I’ll make you feel good, okay.”

“Kay.”

Seungmin continued to press kisses to his lips as his tears slowed. His arms were wrapped firmly around Jeongin’s waist and it felt so secure. He couldn’t quite stifle the tears but Seungmin didn’t seem to mind. He held Jeongin close, kissing him deeply to try and distract him while he cried himself out.

Eventually the tears fully stopped. He didn’t stop kissing Seungmin, slipping his tongue into the kisses and starting to grind down on him shallowly again. Small gasps punctuated their kisses until Seungmin finally pulled back with a slight grin.

“Ready for more, baby?”

“Don’t have to go easy on me, Minnie.” Jeongin mumbled before stealing another kiss. Laughter bubbled up to Seungmin’s tongue, mixing into the kiss as well.

“Alright, cutie. If you’re sure.”

“M sure.” Jeongin hummed, intoxicated with kisses again but Seungmin fully pulled away, much to his dismay. He pouted at his boyfriend only to be met with amusement.

“Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

Jeongin nodded quickly and Seungmin chuckled, hands finding his hips again and helping him up. Jeongin’s legs were sore and wobbly and he felt his face heat up as he stumbled off of Seungmin’s lap, not helped by the way Seungmin laughed at him.

“S not funny.” He muttered.

“It’s very funny, baby.” Seungmin countered. “You poor thing, tired yourself out so now I have to do all the work.”

“Minnie.” Jeongin whined.

“Maybe you should work out more if you want to be able to ride me, baby.” Seungmin teased as he got off the bed. Jeongin watched him with a pout. “What, rethinking your choice to ask me to be mean to you?”

Jeongin shook his head, if there was one thing he was set in it was seeing this through.

“Alright, then get on your hands and knees, cutie.”

Jeongin swallowed hard and at the same time felt his cock twitch at the command. He scrambled shakily to his hands and knees, crawling towards Seungmin as he stood at the edge of the bed, a hand slowly pumping his cock.

A yelp left his lips as Seungmin grabbed him roughly as soon as he was close enough. He turned him around, Jeongin shaking a little on his arms and whimpering as Seungmin leaned over his back, cock grinding lazily against his ass. Seungmin’s hand found the middle of his back and pushed him down into the soft sheets of the bed.

“Now,” Seungmin purred. “Do you want it fast, or hard?”

“I-I” Jeongin’s head was quickly spinning, brain melting again as he tried to wrap his mind around the question. “B-Both?”

Seungmin chuckled. “No no, just pick one.”

“I can- I can take it.” Jeongin whined, pressing his ass back against his boyfriend’s cock.

“Maybe you can,” Seungmin said. “But who said I would give you both?”

Jeongin sputtered in response, dropping his head into the sheets and grinding back harder, hoping that would get him what he wanted. Seungmin grabbed his hips harshly, holding them still and pulling away from him.

“I’m not hearing an answer.”

Jeongin lifted his face just enough to talk. “I-I don’t know.”

“Hmm, should we try them then?” Seungmin mused, a smirk in his tone. “Tell me which one you like better.”

“Okay,” Jeongin breathed, nodding quickly. Seungmin stood up fully behind him, his hand sliding along Jeongin’s back as he did so. He brought the tip of his cock back to Jeongin’s entrance, teasing him and earning a whimper that Jeongin tried to stifle by biting down on his lip.

It was completely in vain as Seungmin pushed into him with a smooth movement. A moan poured from his lips and he fell forward into the sheets again, turning his head to the side and cheek pressed to the bed as he took in this position, feeling Seungmin grinding into him shallowly, hands with a strong grip on his hips. Jeongin couldn’t tell if Seungmin, somehow, felt even deeper in this position, or if he was simply too far gone to tell.

“Let me know what you think.” Seungmin hummed before pulling halfway out. He snapped his hips back in, sinking his cock into Jeongin incredibly quickly once, twice, three times. Jeongin lost count. Seungmin didn’t need to keep the quick pace for long for it to make Jeongin feel dizzy in the best way possible. Each snap of Seungmin’s hips sent a wave of pleasure through him that had uncontrollable moans falling off his lips.

“Good, baby?” Seungmin asked as his hips came to a stop.

“M-Mhm.” Jeongin answered with a gasp. It was so good, insanely good, toe-curlingly good. His fingers dug into the sheets as he pressed back into Seungmin’s hips. “Minmin, again. Please?”

“You don’t even want to try it the other way?” Seungmin chuckled with a breathy voice.

“I-I um-m.” Did he even remember the other option now? Fast or? Hard? Maybe? His brain was far too fuzzy, all he cared about was getting dicked down at this point.

“God, you poor thing.” Seungmin cooed. “Can’t even think straight when I’m fucking you, hm? It was fast or…” Seungmin pulled back, this time slamming his hips into Jeongin roughly. “Hard.”

It might have been the single best sensation he’d ever experienced. The intensity of it sent him reeling and had him crying out in pleasure. Seungmin’s fingers dug into his hips as he gave a few more hard thrusts before coming to a stop and grinding into him.

“Which-”

“Hard.” Jeongin gasped. He needed to feel that again. He needed it like he needed air. He didn’t care if he couldn’t fucking walk for a week, it didn’t matter. He needed more.

“Please. M-Minmin please. Hard, please please please please-”

He let out a broken moan as Seungmin pulled almost fully out before his hips met Jeongin’s ass once again. And again. And again. The pace was steady and not too fast but it more than made up for that with the waves of pleasure that came with each rough thrust that had his eyes rolling back.

“You beg so nicely for me,” Seungmin’s voice was rough now, thick with lust. “Sound so pretty when you do that.”

“S-So good- mm- g-good.” There was not a thought left in Jeongin’s mind. All he knew was that this was the most pleasure he’d ever experienced. Each time Seungmin’s cock sunk into him it hit just the right spot and the force of each thrust had him nearly seeing stars.

He could feel his orgasm coming on yet again, the one that had been evading him for what felt like hours. His thighs trembled as his body got closer and closer to his high with each thrust, each time Seungmin’s cock dragged against his walls, each smack of skin on skin, each moan that he couldn’t control whatsoever mixing with Seungmin’s groans.

Jeongin let his face fall into the sheets, arms shaking. His moans were muffled by the sheets for only a few precious moments. He felt Seungmin shift, leaning forwards and changing the angle of his cock in a way that had Jeongin gripping the sheets for any form of purchase, anything to keep him on this plane of existence, otherwise he was sure his soul would rise up right out of his body and he’d see god himself from how well he was being fucked. Before any sort of revelation though, he felt a hand in his hair and Seungmin yanked his head back with enough force to have his back slamming against Seungmin’s chest. A cry from the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure cascaded from his lips as Seungmin quickly wrapped an arm around him to keep him up.

“I didn’t say you could muffle those pretty moans, baby.” Even if his words sounded composed it was clear from his tone that Seungmin was just as far gone as Jeongin now, both of them desperate for their highs. “Don’t let your face fall into the sheets. I wanna hear you, wanna know how good I’m fucking you.”

“Mmm-” The change in the angle had Jeongin’s head spinning and what few thoughts he had were scrambled. He didn’t manage any words, barely comprehending Seungmin’s words but nodding anyway, giving some sort of whimper of agreement.

Seungmin changed his grip, wrapping his hand tightly around Jeongin’s bicep while the other hand stayed on his hip. He let Jeongin fall forward but kept a hold on his arm behind him, keeping him from falling back into the sheets again. Jeongin caught himself with his free hand, arm shakily working to hold him up as Seungmin’s hips started snapping into him faster.

The shameless, wanton, unabashed moans pouring from Jeongin’s lips now would have had him burning with embarrassment if he remembered what shame was at this point. They filled the room, nearly swallowing the sounds of skin on skin, of Seungmin’s groans and curses, of the bed creaking. It mixed with the way the scent of sex and the intensely pleasurable sensations were utterly drowning in, as if all he could sense was Seungmin and how good he was making him feel.

He felt his thighs shaking, partly with the effort to hold him up, and partly with his impending orgasm. His fingers gripped at the sheets below him and Seungmin’s arm as he nearly started drooling. The pleasure was on the verge of overwhelming now and his eyes squeezed shut as tears pricked at them. He could feel the way his cock was leak, dripping onto the bed below and so fucking close.

“M- Min- Minnie-” He managed to gasp out the name between moans.

“Gonna cum, baby?” Seungmin’s voice only made his cock throb more and he nodded, whimpering and gasping.

“P-Please, Min-” He let out a cry as Seungmin leaned forward, angle changing as Seungmin let go of his arm. His hand crashed down to the bed, taking over holding him up from the arm that was shaking. Seungmin’s now free hand wrapped around Jeongin, finding Jeongin’s cock and squeezing his fingers around it.

Jeongin cried out Seungmin’s name and curses falling from his lips as Seungmin started to pump his cock. The feeling fully overwhelmed him as tears started to spill over from the intensity of it all. He felt lightheaded as the pleasure and slight pain crashed through his body in the most wonderful way.

“Been so good, baby.” Seungmin’s voice was rough and strained and if the quick, rough thrusts of his hips weren’t enough his voice would be a dead give away to how close he was. “Took me so well. Fuck, gonna be a good boy and take my cum too?”

“Mhm,” Jeongin nodded quickly, voice close to breaking when he spoke. “P-Please, please.”

“So fucking good.” Seungmin thrusts were so rough now Jeongin was sure he wasn’t holding anything back. His hand was in a tight fist around Jeongin’s cock, jerking him off in quick movements to finally bring him over his edge. “Cum for me, baby. Fuck, be my perfect boy and cum.”

Seungmin’s name poured off Jeongin’s lips followed by a series of broken, sob-like moans as he came hard. The force of his orgasm had his arms giving out completely and he crashed to the bed as the intense wave of pleasure took over every part of his body. Cum coated the sheets below him as his toes curled, fingers gripped the sheets and Seungmin had to hold his hips up to keep him from fully falling into the soft sheets. The wash of pleasure extended to every bit of his body, leaving him gasping in its wake.

Seungmin followed him over the edge, his own loud groans mixing with Jeongin’s as he came. With each pulse of his cock Jeongin felt more and more cum pouring into him, feeling so incredibly full and only adding to his own pleasure. Seungmin’s hips rutted into him roughly a few more times before he fully stilled, panting as the last of his release filled Jeongin to the brim.

Seungmin held Jeongin’s hips up for a few more moments before gently pulling out of him. He let him down gently onto the bed and Jeongin buried his face into the sheets as he caught his breath, face wet with tears and still reeling from his high. His whole body was trembling and weak and after a moment where Seungmin must have been cleaning his hands he felt his touch on his back, running over his skin soothingly as he climbed onto the bed.

“Hey, love.” His voice was so soft when he spoke and it gave Jeongin his favourite warm fuzzy feeling as he hummed in acknowledgement. He felt Seungmin’s hands come under to cup his cheeks before gently turning his head to the side. He blinked his eyes open blearily and a dopey smile tugged at his lips when he saw Seungmin’s face.

“Min-”

“I’m right here, love.” Seungmin cooed, laying down next to him and running his fingers through his hair. “Are you okay?”

“Mhm.” Jeongin let out a sleepy giggle. “Love.”

“Hmm?” Seungmin cocked his head to the side.

“Love you.” Jeongin mumbled. He watched the sweetest, most lovesick smile take over Seungmin’s features before he leaned in to press a kiss to Jeongin’s nose.

“I love you too, Innie. So so much. You know that, right?”

“Mhm.”

“Good.” Seungmin pressed one more kiss to his face before shifting away. A pout drew across Jeongin’s lips at the lack of Seungmin in his vision, but he returned soon with a pillow and blanket. He gently manoeuvred the pillow under Jeongin’s arm and pulled the blanket up over his back. Jeongin looked up at Seungmin with sweet, starry eyes as he pulled on a pair of sweats.

“I’ll be back in a minute, okay? Just gonna run you a nice bath. Does that sound okay?”

“Kay.” Jeongin hummed, eyes falling closed and feeling very sleepy.

“Promise I’ll be right back.” Seungmin murmured to him, pressing a kiss to his head before disappearing. Jeongin pouted to himself again but he was too sleepy to get up and follow him. He hugged the pillow close to him and snuggled his face into the sheets, nearly dozing off in the few minutes it took Seungmin to run the bath.

He was only half aware of it when Seungmin came back into the room. He smiled sleepily to himself as he felt Seungmin’s hands running over his back again. But he let out a whine of protest as the blanket was pulled off of him, hiding his face in the sheets again.

“Baby, it’s time for a bath.” Seungmin said gently. Jeongin let out a groan in response and heard Seungmin chuckle before he wrapped his arms around Jeongin and started to pull him up.

“M comfy.” Jeongin whined.

“I know you’re comfy, baby.” Seungmin cooed. “But it’ll be so nice and you’ll feel all clean.”

Jeongin groaned again, but reluctantly used his shaky arms to help push himself up. Seungmin got him to sit and helped him slip into a pair of sweats while pulling him to his feet. Jeongin leaned on Seungmin’s side, nuzzling his face into Seungmin’s neck and whimpering as Seungmin wrapped his arms around him. Now, with the fatigue and soreness settling in he was feeling whinier. All he wanted was to curl up in bed again and take a nap.

“Feeling alright?” Seungmin hummed as he led him across the room.

“M sore.” Jeongin mumbled into his neck.

“I know, baby.” Seungmin pressed a kiss to his head. “It was a lot rougher than I usually go. It’s probably a lot more sore than usual.” Jeongin nodded as Seungmin opened the door, walking them down the hall. “The bath will help, baby.”

Jeongin let Seungmin lead him into the bathroom. The lit candle on the counter filled the room with a pleasant, vanilla scent. Jeongin let Seungmin lean him against the counter, pressing his hips back until he was sure he wouldn’t fall over on his own. He checked the water once again before helping Jeongin out of his sweats and getting him to slowly settle in the water. The warm water started to sooth him as he sunk into it and he turned his head to Seungmin, fixing him with a pout as he kneeled next to the tub.

“Not gonna join me?” He mumbled.

“I’m gonna clean you up, love.” Seungmin hummed, hands grabbing the body wash.

“Come in.” He whined.

“Baby, let me take care of you okay?”

Jeongin grabbed Seungmin’s hands and gave him the saddest look he could muster, bottom lip trembling. “Please?”

Seungmin sighed, leaning over to press a kiss to Jeongin’s nose before standing up and taking off his sweats.

“You’ve really got me wrapped around your finger, love.” He chuckled.

Jeongin grinned at him, shimmying forwards so Seungmin could climb in behind him. Seungmin got in carefully, water rising more to accommodate him. He settled behind Jeongin, managing to get his legs around either side of him and Jeongin wasted no time in snuggling back against him.

“Cozy?” Seungmin giggled, wrapping his arms around Jeongin.

“Very.” Jeongin hummed, letting his eyes fall closed.

Seungmin pressed a few stray kisses to his shoulder before he grabbed the body wash and slowly started cleaning Jeongin off. Despite his protesting to get out of bed it did feel really good to clean off the sweat and sooth his body in the warm water. He let Seungmin clean him, shifting his legs and arms as he did so to Seungmin’s pleasing as he gently cleaned every inch of Jeongin’s skin. Seungmin pressed more kisses to his skin here and there and showered him in hushed praise that nearly had his heart bursting. By the time Seungmin started to wash his hair he could have just about melted into a mushy lovestruck puddle.

“Feels so good, Min.” Jeongin mumbled, enjoying the way Seungmin’s fingers massaged his scalp.

“I’m glad, baby.” He hummed. “Just don’t fall asleep on me.” Jeongin let out a fake snore that made Seungmin snort and they both burst into laughter. It took a good few moments for the giggles to subside and both of them to relax again, Seungmin’s fingers continuing their ministrations.

He had Jeongin tilt his head back and close his eyes as he rinsed out his hair gently. His fingers worked all of the shampoo out and Jeongin let out a content sigh at the sensations. When Seungmin was finally done Jeongin twisted around a little, looking at Seungmin over his shoulder.

“You too, Minnie.”

“Baby, I washed myself while washing you.” He hummed.

“Your hair.” Jeongin said.

“I’m supposed to take care of you.” Seungmin pressed a kiss to his nose.

“Come on, Minnie.” Jeongin pouted. “You need some care too.”

“I-I okay.” Seungmin relented quickly at Jeongin’s determination. Jeongin turned around, settling on his knees between Seungmin’s legs. He took the shampoo and squeezed a bit into his hands before starting to work it gently into Seungmin’s hair. He concentrated on what he was doing, sweet nothings leaving his lips without needing to think about it.

“I love you so much, Minnie. You take such good care of me.” He ran his fingers through Seungmin’s hair gently. “Gotta take care of you, too, right? Gotta make sure you feel good and comfy, too.”

“Innie.” The word came out so quietly and when Jeongin fully focused on Seungmin’s face he realized just how hard he was blushing. “You don’t have to take care of me.”

“Yes I do.” Jeongin said simply. “I take care of you and you take care of me. You deserve some softness too, Minnie.”

Seungmin met his eyes shyly. “I really love you, you know that?”

Jeongin smiled at him, always falling deeper and deeper in love. “I know, I love you more though.” He tilted Seungmin’s head back and Seungmin closed his eyes as Jeongin started to rinse out his hair.

“Not possible. I love you to the moon and back.” He hummed.

“Well I love you to Mars and back.” Jeongin countered.

“Then I love you to Pluto and back.” Seungmin grinned.

“I love you to the end of the universe and back.” Jeongin stuck out his tongue as Seungmin opened his eyes.

“The universe doesn’t have an end, dumbass.” He laughed.

“Have you personally been there?” Jeongin questioned. “Do you know that for sure?”

“Have you?”

“Yep. Saw my love for you go that far and then double all the way back to Earth.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Seungmin’s lips.

“Fine, you win.” He chuckled. “But only because of your lack of a grasp on space science.”

“I didn’t nearly flunk out of school for nothing,” Jeongin said, perhaps more proudly than he should have. But it served to make Seungmin laugh and that was all that mattered.

With both of them sufficiently clean and Jeongin feeling more like himself now they drained the tub and both climbed out. Seungmin refused to let him dry himself, insisting on doing it for him and cooing at the way drying his hair made it stick out at odd angles.

They both pulled on fresh clothes and Jeongin took Seungmin’s hand, wrapping his arm around Seungmin’s as they left the bathroom. He followed back to Seungmin’s room where they both let out groans as they took in the messy state of the bed and the clearly distinct scent of sex that still hung in the air.

“My room is clean.” Jeongin hummed.

“Good, cause I don’t wanna change the sheets right now.” Seungmin chuckled.

They made their way to Jeongin’s room instead. Jeongin pulled Seungmin into bed with him, wasting no time in wrapping him up in his arms and snuggling into his chest. Seungmin’s hand came up to run through his damp hair while the other wrapped around his waist.

“How are you feeling, love?” He hummed.

“I’m good, Minnie. Really?”

“Are you sore?” He could hear the concern in his tone.

“Min.” Jeongin shifted just enough to look him in the eye. “I really loved it. And I really love you.”

“I know. But if you-” Jeongin cut him off with a kiss. Seungmin couldn’t help but return it, lips moving in slow time with each other. When he pulled back his lips brushed against Seungmin’s as he spoke.

“I really loved it. I’m okay. I have you. Don’t worry so much, Minnie.”

“I can’t help it.” He sighed. “I know you wanted it harder, I’m just worried-”

“Don’t,” Jeongin murmured. “That was the best thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.”

Seungmin grinned. “Well in that case maybe I won’t be so gentle with you anymore.”

Jeongin pressed his nose to Seungmin’s. “If you go back to being too gentle I’m going to have to be more of a brat.”

Seungmin quirked an eyebrow at him. “You say that like it’s a deterrent.”

Jeongin opened his mouth to say something but then promptly shut it again, causing a grin to spread across Seungmin’s face. “Good to know if I make you frustrated you’ll start misbehaving.”

“Minnie.” He whined. “You don’t have to make me work for it like that.”

Seungmin rolled his eyes. “Don’t even try to pretend you don’t like it. You loved me making you work for it.”

“I said rough,” Jeongin muttered, going back to snuggling into Seungmin’s chest. “I didn’t say you should tease me or make me beg for it.”

“Good idea, I bet if I get you even more frustrated you’ll beg really prettily for me.”

“Minnie!” Jeongin whined, hiding his face in Seungmin’s neck as heat rushed to his skin.

“Tell me, honestly, that you don’t want me to make you beg.” Seungmin chuckled.

“I hate you.” Jeongin muttered.

“I love you too, baby.” Seungmin hummed. “Forever.”

Jeongin melted a little at that, unable to stay annoyed for long. “Forever and ever?”

“Forever and ever and ever.”

“To the end of the universe and back?”

“To the nonexistent end of the ever expanding universe and back.” Seungmin chuckled. “So it’s infinite.”

Jeongin pressed a gentle kiss to Seungmin’s neck. “I love you that much, too.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

#ITS FINALLY DONE #and its 16k #this whole series is like almost 60k #how did this happen #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #skz smut #skz imagines #i.n imagines #i.n smut #jeongin imagines #jeongin smut #yang jeongin smut #seungmin imagines #seungmin smut #kim seungmin smut

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countrymusiclover · 1 month

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7 - The Waring Battlefield

Part 8

The Last Velaryon

Tag list @rise-my-angel @cdragons

A Few Weeks Later

The tent flap got pushed opened revealing Chezney coming inside my tent. She was wearing a light blue cloak over a darker blue dress. She had her hair loose and two pieces pinned up. ��Haelesa. Let’s go exploring.”

“We’re in a war camp, Chez. I don’t think that’d be a good idea.” Sitting upright on the edge of the bed in the tent. I was in a red lion tunic and trousers having my hair completely loose falling down my shoulders.

She put a hand on her hip scowling at me. “We can’t remain in our tents forever. So I’m going with or without you.” Her hair got thrown once she spun around on her feet leaving me until I briefly decided to follow her regardless.

Jaime and I had only spoken briefly since his father had put him in charge of the Lannister army. I took great appreciation in the fact that he had allowed us to come along with him for whatever reason I wasn’t sure yet. My assumption was to hide the fact that I was still a maiden and not soon to be with child. This concept was a lovely thought, I still had doubts that was his plan. Chezney and I had our cloaks tightly around us walking through the camp until I saw there was an escape hole and most of the camp was busy preparing for the wounded coming in and the new soldiers going out. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and be able to see some of the battle.”

“Haven’t you seen the battle plans?” My best friend asked me.

“Believe me. I’ve attempted but wasn’t allowed in. Now keep your head and voice down and follow me. Quickly now.” I warned her to hurry as quickly as possible. Throwing my cloak hood upwards to shield my head bolting towards the entrance before anyone could catch us and she met up with me.

Stumbling into the side of a large tree slightly on the hill side my vision could see the flat battlefield of Stark and Lannister men running straight towards the other. Weapons drawn from all sides and the red blood scattered across the grass. “This might be a bad idea. What if Jaime gets killed or captured?”

“Aren’t you the same person who told me repeatedly that he’s the best swordsman in the seven kingdoms. He’ll probably be fine.” I glared at my best friend turning my attention back on the battle before us.

We remained watching for awhile sitting on the ground until Chezney heard some twigs snapping behind us. “What was that?”

“It’s probably nothing. Just a squirrel or something.”

She began panicking. “No. I heard something, Hael’s.”

“You’re being ridiculous. We are in the middle of a forest. There’s tons of different noises and things out there.”

Chezney got to her feet frantically looking behind us. “You don’t think they would send out scots to come capture some people from the Lannister camp would you?”

“Do I look like a battlefield expert to you? Now pay attention we don’t want to miss them - seven hells they have Jaime!” I instantly saw some men manage to grab Jaime and manage to shove him into the mud. "Jaime!”

“Haelesa! They’ve got me.” Chezney suddenly screamed with someone dragging her away from me.

“Chezney, let her go - ugh!” Reaching for my sword I attempted to draw it out and attack whoever it was until someone began shoving their rough hands on me. I thrashed around feeling someone shove their hands over my mouth. Whoever my holder was they managed to shove a bag over my head and bound my hands in metal restraints.

The person holding me dropped my body into some mud speaking to whoever was in charge of this. "I found two girls watching the battle from the treeline. One wears the Lannister cloak." The hood is yanked off my head tousling my hair around and in front of my eyes where I have to blink a few times before my vision clears. Another guard dropped Jaime beside me where I see he has cuts of blood and dirt on his hair and in his golden hair.

"By the time they knew what was happening, it had already happened." Blinking my eyes a few times I recognized my brother's voice following his movements to see him standing beside my mother wearing full armor. "Haelesa. Chezney, what are you doing here?"

Jaime tilted his head interrupting our conversation before I could reply. "Lady Stark. I'd offer you my sword, but I seem to have lost it." I could hear his breathing was uneven from the fight.

"It's not your sword I want. Give me my daughters back. Give me my husband." Lady Stark spat towards him eyeing me while I was still chained on my knees.

Jaime dropped his gaze to the mud slumping his shoulders. "I've lost them too, I'm afraid."

“We simply wanted to watch the battle, Lady Stark. We never thought we’d get captured even though I told you something was watching us.” Chezney snapped at me on her knees locked in chains just as Jaime and I were in the moment.

Rolling my eyes I met Lady Stark’s eyes. “Not the time, Chezney!”

“My lady wife just couldn’t bear the thought of being away from me.." Jaime teased her with a smirk as I gave him a death glare, he wasn’t helping the situation. Neither of them were.

Robb knitted his brows together looking like he might try and kill the lion right at his feet. He rested a hand tightly on the handle of his sword angered for a reason I couldn’t place. “Robb, please don’t hurt me and Chezney. He asked us to accompany him but we weren’t meaning to spy I swear.” I exclaimed holding up my bond wrists pleading that he would release me.

"What are we going to do with them?” Lady Stark eyed her eldest son.

Theon Greyjoy suggested staring down at him while he still held onto the rope connected to my chains. "Kill him, Robb. Send his head to his father. He cut down 10 of our men...you saw him."

"He's more use to us alive than dead." Robb trailed off drawing his sword walking over and cut the chains off my wrists.

Knitting my brows together I was taken back by what he had just done. I suspected I would have been a prisoner just like the Lannister lion at my side. “You’re letting me go?”

“You and your friend, yes.” Robb moved a step over sliding the restraints off of Chezney too. He offers me his freehand, bright eyes pouring down into mine so gently. "Take my hand. I’m not going to hurt you, Haelesa.”

Lady Stark tugs me away from Jaime looping my arm through hers speaking to the guards holding him. "Take him away and put him in irons."

"We could end this war right now, boy, save thousands of lives. You fight for the Starks, I fight for the Lannisters. Swords or lances, teeth, nails ... choose your weapon and let's end this here and now." Jaime leaned forward attempting to persuade my brother before the men locked him away in chains.

Robb stands beside my side putting his sword back in its holder. "If we do it your way, Kingslayer, you'd win. We're not doing it your way." He snarled down to my husband watching the guards drag him off towards the cells

Chezney asked the young one once his men had dispersed and his mother had gone along with them. “So you aren’t going to put us away in chains?”

“No, this war is not between you and Haelesa.” He explained gesturing his head in the direction of his camp and some tents that they had set up. “Come with me. I’ll show you to my tent and we can have one made up for the two of you to share.”

The three of us walked through the camp stopping outside of a tent before a man with a completely white beard came over in our direction addressing him. “Lord Stark?”

“Lord Umber, please inform some men that I need a new tent to be pitched up for Lady Haelesa and her friend Chezney. They will be staying in our camp now.” Robb gestured between the two of us.

The elderly lord nodded, walking off. “Of course, my lord.”

“Thank, Lord Stark.” I curtseye to the young wolf and Chezney did the same addressing him.

Shifting my attention to the young wolf I sent him a half smile joyed to see him after months of being apart. He was different than the last time. He now was working on growing a nice stubble on his chin and his natural curls were a lot more curly. “I thought we made an arrangement, Haelesa.”

“My apologies, Robb.” I felt my face turning red missing the way my name sounded coming from his lips.

Chezney nudged my arm pulling us from our comfortable silence that had fallen between me and the young lord. “Hey I’m getting hungry. We should look for some food.”

“Uh yes. There should be some food being prepared for the evening.” Robb shakes his head pulling himself from his daze. His gaze lowered down to our still interested hands before he finally separated from me. “I'll see you later, Haelesa.”

Chezney wisseled for my attention seeing as I hadn't moved away from him. There was a comfortable feeling that I could sense between me and Robb. A comfort that I hadn't felt with Jaime since I had met him. “Robb, I…Could I see you later if you've got time?”

“Absolutely.” He answered me back with a half smile. Nodding my head I spun on my feet looping my arm with my best friend, feeling a bright smile grace my lips.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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sapphicdib · 8 months

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Saint and Enot au

lore dump

give pls

Just did here!! However have a lil snippet of extra stuff:

“Hey!”

Sig cracked open her eyes to the feeling of Rivulet’s wet paws slapping against his face, and the sound of a new voice, the one that belonged to the strange…slugcat, if you could call it that, that had apparently just saved his life.

“You…you talk.” Sig mumbled, watching the creature roll its eyes.

“Yeah, yeah! Big deal! We have bigger issues right now, okay? Don’t pass out on me again, I need your help.” Enot flicked his glitchy tail as Ruffles helped Sig sit back up.

“What about the others?” Sig asked, drawing his knees to his chest and hugging them, appearing a lot smaller than she usually did.

“Oh, like your girlfriend?” The slugcat’s multicoloured ears perked, sending little pixels through the air. “I’ve been protecting them, chasing down my little buddy and beating the shit out of him if he gets too close.” Enot shrugged, sitting back on his haunches.

“So he’s…trying to kill us?” Sig asked hesitantly. Ruffles’ gills puffed up protectively, and Sig gently patted her head.

“Yeah. Says y’all have ~overstayed your welcome in this cycle~ and ~need to let this realm rest~.” He put on a goofy voice as he mocked Saint, doing air-quotes with his stubby fingers. “Stupid, right?”

“Uh, I guess, I mean, they didn’t even ask or anything.” Sig shrugged, a chill going down her spine as she realized just how close he’d been to death—actual death. The one you don’t come back from.

“Exactly! The dude’s crazy. Anyways, I’ve been chasing them around, but obviously I can’t do that forever. So, I’ve got a two-step plan that should prevent unwanted ascension.” He pressed his paws together and glanced to Sig, who only looked at him with expectant eyes.

“Step one: get off that thing,” He pointed at the broken mechanical arm keeping Sig rooted to the ground, “and step two—“

“I cant…we can’t get off these.” Sig interrupted.

“Not with that attitude you can’t!”

“Trust me! I’ve tried!” Sig gestured in frustration. “And with how deteriorated my systems are now…it’d be basically impossible.” She sighed in defeat, resting her head in her arms. Enot frowned, watching the iterator pout.

“Well maybe ask your girlfriend for ideas or something!” It said, swishing its glitchy tail. “C’mon, use that supercomputer brain, are you gonna waste all your RAM on being mopey? I know you’ve got friends, maybe all of you can figure something out together!” He crossed his arms. Sig’s gaze returned to Inv, and he looked like he was about to snap at him.

“Wawa!” Ruffles stopped her from saying something rude, waving her arms. “Wa! Awa!”

Sig looked confused, before looking back at Inv.

“She said nothing is impossible. If she managed to reactivate your girlfriend, then you and your friends can figure out how to get off your damn strings.”

Sig was silent for a moment, before giving in and pulling up a screen. “And in the meantime?”

“I’ll be keeping the moss with a god complex in check so they can’t hurt you guys while you’re figuring this out.” Enot stood, going to the wall, where a ladder of spears had been constructed to get to the access shaft. However, instead of climbing, his body glitched and he suddenly appeared a couple rungs up, balanced on the spear. “Chop chop, we don’t have infinite cycles!” He sang, once again teleporting higher onto the ladder. “I’ll be back shortly. Say hi to your girlfriend for me!”

#inverted cycle au #inv vs saint au #letters #rw #thank u for the ask hehe!#inverted cycles au

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ja3gerb0mbb · 5 months

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bloodsucker flashback 3: invisible string

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content warnings: brief mentions of death

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eren’s pov:

the years following my mother’s death were dark. i was still a kid; glimpses are all i can remember. when my father turned; a cult formed around him. ranked with blood purity, and kept in line with blood lust. the cruelty in which he killed his own wife is what kept his followers loyal. but the first death i have memory of seeing isn’t my moms; it’s hers.

humans were easily drawn in by my fathers charm. if he himself wasn’t convincing enough; the draw of prolonged youth and improved abilities was. but with a system in place that kept vampire bloodlines clean, these people were set up for execution. free fodder for the loyal followers.

at age ten, grisha declared i was fit enough to join ‘the society,’ he called it. i already knew what he was; what zeke and i would become. but they were whispers. i never saw anything concrete until that day. i don’t remember what was in front of my eyes, but i remember the screams from the execution line. screaming from the venom coursing through their veins, changing them. it had been easy to forget my fate until then.

their shrieks of agony were easily drowned out by the squelching of their throats being slit before they could turn. maybe there was a time where i remembered the images clearly; but they are dark and blurry now. most of my memories are like this, except the first woman in line, clutching a photo with her hand as it went slack with the loss of life.

that’s the only image i can remember clearly. just a girl and her mother. it was the price of humanity my father was ending. their faces forever burned into my mind.

zeke was exposed to everything five years before i was. he wouldn’t be turned until he reached eighteen, but there was already a change within him. the brother that would console me, and take the brunt of our fathers anger was gone. he was the spinning image of him now. i learned quickly to camouflage in false commitment and adornment to the cause. i stood by as my father and his followers committed atrocities; refusing would be a fate worse than death.

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“why are you crying?” a few minutes had passed since i threw historia off of me; both of us regaining our breath. i don’t even know who’s room this is, my shoulders lightly shuddered at the thought. historia got on my nerves easily, but it was rude to leave a girl crying.

“god! sometimes i just cry!” she pouted, voice rising in anger. why you should just leave a girl crying. even after months of sleeping around with her, i knew next to nothing about her. i’m sure the same applies to me. she turned to the side, back facing me now. the phone screen lightly lit up her side, grabbing my attention. i didn’t really look at what she was doing; my peripheral told me she was just scrolling through pictures.

getting up to leave, i pulled my shirt back onto my body; my eyes locking on the screen when it passed over my head. “who’s that?” the question left my mouth before i could register that i was speaking. i knew who that was. the girl in that photo. it looked like a few years of time had passed, but i would recognize her anywhere.

the revelation blocked out anything historia might’ve said. my head was throbbing; i didn’t know how to feel. i saw her mother get murdered, and i’ve been sleeping with her friend for months? the thought that we have been indirectly close to each other made my skin crawl. how am i supposed to feel? i had never thought about what i might do if we ever came into contact. the idea seemed so far from ever being a reality; that i never considered it as a possibility. but now, i had to.

her voice slowly drew me out of my own head, “i didn’t mean to, really. i dont know what the fuck i was thinking with porco.” porco? who was that? maybe we weren’t as connected as i once thought. but that’s a good thing. this girl had already gone through too much at the hands of vampires; i needed to keep whatever distance we had in place. especially when the day that i turn comes… it would be any day now.

“it really was a mistake-” she cut herself off with increasing sniffles, “god. the look in her eyes. i knew y/n would never forgive me. even if she did, we would never go back to before. so i lied. i let her think i hated her the whole time. that i was manipulating her. and thats why i’m here. i should be at princeton. fucking princeton!! but i wanted to go to sina with her. everyone thought she loved me more than i did. but that’s not true!” fuck. and now i knew her name. the feeling of being connected to her was overwhelming.

it was hard to wrap my head around the story with my mind running miles. “you can just transfer back to princeton. you have the money. no big deal.” i sighed. i didn’t want to listen to her pointless girl problems. not when they didn’t tell me anything relevant about the girl who’s face had been etched into my mind for years.

“no. this is my punishment. it was my fault. it was me who started hooking up with porco. i deserve to watch her be happy without me.” historia’s sniffling were echoing through the room; heard even through the loud muffled behind the closed door.

it was the last time we ever hooked up. i made a promise to myself that i would keep my distance from her when she eventually transferred to sina. if she did. after marco.. the best thing i could do was stay away.

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staying away is easier said than done. even with her attending sina, i had the upper hand; i could check who was in the class before it started, and i had already been gone for a year. i was sure she already had her group of friends; and she would stick to that just like everyone else here did.

how quickly everything came crashing down on me. she was the first person i laid eyes on in that stupid fucking literature class. my eyes always seem to be drawn to her. and now my body was; i felt no control over it as i walked myself over to her; sitting down. fucking idiot.

the scent of her blood wafted towards me immediately; but it was easy to ignore the urge. at least i can control the bloodlust easy enough. it was quickly followed by another scent; one that wasn’t hers. a trace scent that was embedded into her clothing. my body’s innate reaction was to take care of whoever the scent of malice came from, but i knew that would only cause more harm than good. getting involved in her life; even if i did it carefully.

the class continued like it would never end; my nose was overwhelmed with that scent; taunting me. you have to do something! i didn’t even look at her. i couldn’t; i was already too attached. i didn’t understand how this could’ve happened. my mind was at war with itself, leaving my body to act on its own. i shoved my phone into her before i could realize what i was doing.

getting her phone number was the least of my worries. i could’ve dropped the class, but i quickly found out how pointless it would be. discovering how embedded she was with my friends was the cherry on top. i knew it didn’t matter what i did; my curse would invade her life even further. i had failed.

but if i already fucked it up, i could still do something about that god damn scent. it was at the party. in the basement; it intensified when she was on jean. initially i figured it had to be coming from him until the fair. the time bertholdt ran into her. it was then that i realized his scent was everywhere she went. it wasn’t just on her clothes; he had been following her around.

even after cleaning up that mess; i was faced with the reason i had to stay away from her. her mother. but that crashed down too, when i realized she had no clue her mom wasn’t even alive. when y/n said the word ‘left’ and not ‘died’ i knew any barrier i tried to build would just come crashing down eventually. just like every one so far. i was totally fucked, and so was y/n.

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a/n: sorry for the short chapter; i'm very excited for the next two though ☺️

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#eren jaeger #eren jeager x reader #eren jaeger fanfiction #eren jaeger smut #eren yeager #eren yaeger smut #eren yaeger x reader #attack on titan #jean kirstein #mikasa ackerman

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apollyonsdarksecrets · 1 year

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Save Her

Part 1

*~* Part Two Part Three*~*

Daryl Dixon X Female Reader (first person pov)

Prompt: there are more than just walkers to be afraid of at the end of the world, and Daryl is determined to keep you safe from it

Warnings: Minors Do Not Enter Abuse, domestic violence, language, unprotected sex (p in v), blood, scars.

AN: This comes from one of my older Wattpad stories, because I am simply out of ideas to write something new. But I’ll forever stand Daryl daddy Dixon. Sooooo

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The prison walls were unusually quiet, cicada singing and the knife thumping against the cutting board the only sounds to be heard. The heat of the south Georgia summer did nothing to lighten everyone’s moods as we scrambled about, trying to find more food and medications for our small group.

I sit quietly on the table top next to Carol as she chops up the last of the tomatoes from our dying gardens.

“I wish I knew when the weather was going to change…” I say meekly, cheek resting on my knee as I roll a tennis ball around the table under my palm.

“Never thought I would miss watching the news as much as I do now.” Carol admits with a soft sigh, drawing a dry chuckle from me before the silence stretched on and I watch her cut into another tomato. I’d offered to help her earlier but she declined, asking if I’d just sit and keep her company instead. So that’s what we’ve been doing for the past hour almost.

A thunder of footsteps suddenly bounced off the concrete walls and my head shots up, relief flooding me as the group enters the room, finally back from their run, talking joyfully amongst themselves. Gavin Parker, my boyfriend of three years, storms past where we sit and straight for our shared cell, ripping the curtain back and disappearing inside.

Confusion contorts my expression but before I can move, a gruff thick voice calls my name. “Hey, Y/n, wanna come help me wit somethin?” Daryl’s accent is thick and undeniable as he stops beside me, large arms crossed over his chest. I glance from him to the still curtain of my cell before hesitantly nodding and easing myself to the ground.

‘I’ll just give Gavin some space… something had to of set him off.’ I think as I follow Daryl out to the courtyard towards the cars where everyone is gathering, laughter and a sense of happiness filling the air.

The cars are filled to the brim with more goodies than I’ve seen in weeks, hell maybe even months. Canned foods, cases of water, baby food, medications, clothes.

“W-where do you guys go?” I breath in amazement as Daryl hoists a crate of food into my arms.

“Rick found a small town bout fifteen miles thataway.” Daryl gestures in a vague direction south of the fence, “Looked like the place hasn’t been touched at all. Has a huge grocery store.” He lifts another crate from the back seat, this one filled with formula and other things for Judith.

My eyebrows furrow slightly as I glance over everything, “But… if it was such a good run, why is Gavin so mad?”

Daryl snorts and starts back towards the prison doors and I follow, shifting the weight of the box in my arms. “Yer little boyfriend is mad at me for savin his life, is why.”

My eyebrows feel like they disappear into my hairline, my mouth going agape as I stare at the back of Daryl’s head. “What? What happened?”

Daryl glances over his shoulder at me, taking in my bewildered expression. “Walker grabbed him because he was being stupid and wasn’t listen to no one. I killed it though before it could do anythin to him.” His explanation only confuses me more, why would Gavin be so mad? “He started yellin about how he had it an got into my face, calling me a red neck som-a-bitch before running back to the car.”

My cheeks heat in embarrassment for Gavin and the fact that his temper always gets the best of him, I sigh as we walk into the cell area. “Daryl, I’m so sorry. I’m sure he didn’t mean it, he must of been scared or-“

“Y/N!”

I jump, so startled I lose my grip on the crate as it topples to the floor, cans of food scattering everywhere catching the attention of everyone in the room. Daryl spins around with a cuss but I’m already on my knees, scrambling to collect the cans in reach. I only look up when a pair of tennis shoes come into view, Gavin leaning over me holding out a can of green beans. “Aw babe, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Gavin’s thick New York accent is wrapped in sarcasm as he stares down at me.

My throat is suddenly dry, and it takes everything in me to school my face into a worry free smile. “It’s okay, you know how clumsy I am.”

“Y/n, are you okay?” Daryl drops his own crate on the table, bending over to grab the cans that rolled his way.

“Yeah, you okay?” Gavin tilts his head slightly, the challenging glint in his eyes to families as he gives me a tight smile, eyebrows raising.

I hold his stare as I reach for the can, praying the slight tremble in my fingers would go unnoticed by everyone around us. “I’m okay.”

Finally looking to Daryl I give him an award winning smile that I can only pray is convincing enough, and only when he gives me a hesitant nod do I break eye contact, going back to cleaning up everything around me. The weight of Gavin’s eyes on me the entire time, calculating, hard, void of emotion.

A gnawing pit grows in my stomach, enveloping me in a sense of unease that would last the rest of the day.

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In order to celebrate our small victory, at dinner time we have a small feast, a little of everything to fill our bellies for the first time in weeks. Everyone gathered in the room, talking, laughing, sharing stories from before. Everything was to perfect.

Gavin and I sit on top of a table just behind everyone else, despite the heat I’m curled into his side, arms wrapped around one of his as I watch everyone, picking up bits and pieces of different stories until I catch a pair of intense blue eyes staring at me.

Daryl sits leaning back in his chair, a plate balanced on one knee with his fork caught between his teeth, arms folded behind his head. He looks as dangerous as I know he is, the muscles in his arms flexing every so often as he shifts around, his gaze never leaving mine.

A blush makes it’s way up my neck, burning across my checks as I bite the inside of my lip, the man was handsome, and I felt embarrassment and guilt flooding me as I look down at where my hand was intertwined with Gavin’s. Peaking back up those icy blue eyes where no longer trained on me but rather Rick as he bounces Judith in his arms.

Blowing out a soft breath, I turn my face up towards Gavin, who is already staring at me with those nearly black eyes. I pull out my sweetest smile, crinkling my nose as I do so. “I love you” I whisper loud enough for only him to hear.

Gavin hums softly, brushing a strand of hair back behind my ear. “And you always will, won’t you?” He responds, fingers suddenly gripping my chin roughly. I blanch slightly, all feelings of warmth quickly leaving my body as I nod my head the best I can. Gavin smiles, proud of the control he has over me, “Good girl.”

The sudden scrape of a metal chair across the concrete floor makes everyone jump, Daryl is standing with his hands planted on the table, glaring angrily at Gavin. “Daryl?” Rick looks as confused as everyone around us as they watch us silently.

“What you want, old man?”Gavin scoffs and my skin prickles with anxiety.

I tug at his arm, harshly whispering “What are you doing?” Gavin doesn’t budge, holding Daryl’s stare.

“Watch yerself, kid.” Daryl spits, pushing off the table and storming from the room towards the landing, leaving an angry charge in the air.

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themirokai · 2 years

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Can I interest you in some more fluffy Dreamling? How about 1800 words of Hob having Feelings about needing to leave the New Inn behind before people realize he doesn't age and Dream being (more or less) helpful?

With thanks to @once-in-a-blue-moon-rising for the helpful beta and whoever started the idea that the New Inn was Hob's temple to Dream.

Worship is up on AO3 and and all of it is below.

He was at Robyn’s funeral. Again. Still. Forever. The pain squeezed his heart, a physical feeling that forced thick sobs out of his throat.

His son, his clever, brave boy, was gone. Hob had waited so long for a family and now… and now…

“Hob?”

He pulled his hands away from his face to see the mysterious stranger from the White Horse Inn facing him over the grave.

No. No, that was Dream. Robyn had died hundreds of years ago. Dream was his lover. Hob gulped back his next sob and reached for him.

Dream gathered him into his arms and Hob tried to grasp at his robes only to find them made out of shadows. Dream kissed his forehead and Hob felt the garment become solid in his hands. He clung to Dream, burying his face in his chest.

“I have taught you how to navigate the Dreaming, Hob,” Dream said gently, “why would you come here when it brings you such pain?”

“I didn’t,” Hob gasped, still struggling to orient himself, “I don’t…”

“Hm.”

Hob could hear the frown in Dream’s voice. He felt Dream’s cool thumb draw a line across his forehead and the overwhelming emotion of the funeral faded away. He looked up to see one stark white hand make a dismissive gesture and the graveyard fell away, replaced by a cliff overlooking the sea.

Hob took a deep breath of the salty air and shook his head, releasing his grasp on Dream’s garment. “I’m sorry,” he said, looking out at the sea, “I don’t know what happened. I haven’t lost myself in a dream in…” he squinted, thinking, “must be well over a year now. I’ve gotten so good at coming straight to you.”

“I felt you enter the Dreaming,” Dream ran a hand up and down Hob’s arm, “but when you did not come to me, I thought there was somewhere else you wished to be.”

Hob snorted. “If I’m dreaming then I want to be with you.”

“Yes,” Dream said, “when I felt your sorrow I realized that your location was unintentional.”

“Thanks for coming.”

“You know I always will.”

Hob draped his arms over Dream’s shoulders and leaned in to kiss him.

When they eventually parted, Hob found that they were in a cozy room with a plush couch in front of a hearth with a crackling fire. Dream plucked two glasses of wine from the side table, handed one to Hob, then pulled him down to sit on the couch. Hob gladly pressed himself against Dream’s side and took a sip of the wine.

“Something is troubling you,” Dream said.

Hob shrugged. “I must have been thinking about Robyn before I fell asleep.”

Dream hummed in disagreement. “That memory represents loss for you. Is there something you fear to lose?”

“No, I-”

The voice of the history department dean sounded in the room. “I swear you haven’t aged a day since I first met you, Robert! It’s got to be, what, 20 years now? How do you do it?”

Hob sighed and rolled his eyes, then nudged Dream with his elbow. “Could you not do that, please?”

“I did nothing,” Dream insisted, “this is still your dream, Hob.”

Hob groaned and rubbed his hand over his face. “Then I need to get better at controlling that.”

He quickly set down his wine glass and wrapped his arms around Dream’s waist, easily pulling him into his lap. Hob marveled as he always did that Dream’s weight in the Dreaming bore no correlation to the size of his body. Dream shifted so that he was straddling Hob’s lap.

“If this is my dream,” Hob said, “then I want it to be about making love to you, not my fear of loss.”

Dream smiled and Hob reached up to grasp the back of his neck and pull him down into a kiss.

When Hob awoke, body still tingling with the pleasurable sensations of his dream, he was happy to find Dream in his arms. A benefit, he thought as he pulled Dream closer, of having a supernatural lover who didn’t sleep, was that he never had to worry about waking him.

“Couldn’t bear to let me go?” he murmured into Dream’s shoulder.

“Something like that.” Dream smiled at him.

Hob kissed Dream’s shoulder and shifted with a contented sigh to rest his head on his chest. Dream stroked the hair at Hob’s temple repeatedly and Hob lost track of how long they lay like that before Dream broke the silence.

“Hob?”

“Mm?”

“The voice in your dream.”

Hob groaned. “It seems a bit unfair that I fell in love with you before I knew that you could see my subconscious.”

“You suspected.” Hob couldn’t see the smirk, but he could hear it.

“I did think you were a vampire for a while.”

Dream scoffed, then stroked his hair in silence for another moment before continuing. “I do not wish to look into your subconscious mind. I would much prefer that you talk to me.”

Hob blew out a frustrated breath. “It’s not… I don’t know. It’s not something that should make you have to come rescue me from nightmares! It’s really not a big deal.”

“Someone has noticed that you have not aged in twenty years?”

“The dean,” Hob sighed, “my boss. Frankly I’m surprised it took this long.”

“You will have to move on then,” Dream said.

“Yeah,” Hob muttered. He squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head to kiss Dream’s chest.

“That is what is troubling you?”

Hob shrugged.

“You have uprooted your life many times,” Dream said gently, “why is the prospect of doing it again making you dream of your son’s funeral?”

“It’s different this time!” The words flowed more easily when he didn’t have to look in Dream’s eyes. “Before, I always knew I would be coming back to the White Horse to see you. The world kept changing but that stayed the same. It was the constant. But then the White Horse was gone and the New Inn was my constant.”

Dream leaned down to kiss the top of Hob’s head. “You hardly need wait 100 years or be in a specific tavern to see me. You can always reach me in the Dreaming now and I will come to you wherever you are in the waking world.”

“I know, I know.” Hob turned his head to press his face into Dream’s chest. “It’s stupid and irrational but … leaving the New Inn when I spent so much time waiting for you there… when it’s the place where you came back to me…” he trailed off and tried to swallow down the emotion.

“I suppose,” Dream said after a moment, “that it is not surprising that you would be reluctant to leave your temple.”

“My what?” Hob frowned.

Dream tucked one hand behind his head. “Your temple to me.”

Hob sat up and turned to look down at him. “Hang on, what are you talking about?”

“You constructed a temple to me in my absence.” Dream’s face bore the calm, pleased expression he always got when he learned a new rule for how something worked.

“The New Inn?” Hob narrowed his eyes, perplexed.

Dream nodded with a smile that teetered perilously close to smug.

“It’s a pub, not a temple!” Hob huffed. “And I paid people to renovate an old boarding house, I didn’t construct it!”

Dream shrugged. “You had a place built for me. A place where you hoped and waited for me to come. I have been worshipped before, Hob Gadling. Do you think I would not know how it feels?”

“Wait, I thought you weren’t a god.” Hob tried to grasp at anything to understand the turn this conversation had taken.

“I am not a god. Over time certain cultures and individuals have worshipped me regardless.”

Hob knew he was losing the thread but couldn’t resist his next question. “What does being worshipped feel like?”

Dream closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “It feels like strength, and power, and love flowing to me.”

“And you think I worship you?”

Dream opened his eyes again and they were black with stars shining in them. “I know you do.”

He reached up to grab the front of Hob’s shirt and pulled him down into a kiss. Hob leaned into the kiss but pulled back when Dream let go of his shirt. He lay on top of Dream’s chest, his chin resting on his crossed arms.

“Why did you never say anything?”

Dream frowned. “What would you have had me say?”

“I don’t know… ‘thanks for the temple, Hob’?”

“I thank you for the temple, Hob Gadling,” Dream smirked.

Hob traced a curlicue over Dream’s shoulder with his finger.

“Have you got lots of temples?” he asked quietly.

“None that are presently in use on this world.”

“But you had some,” Hob pressed. “Probably proper marble jobs with plinths and whatnot.”

“Some were like that,” Dream said, “some simpler, some more elaborate. The New Inn is perhaps not the most elegant temple I have received over the eons-”

“Hey!”

“- but it is the most heartfelt. And the most meaningful to me.”

Hob smiled softly as he let himself get lost in the blackness of Dream’s eyes. “I suppose I’ll take that.”

Dream interlaced their fingers and brought Hob’s hand to his mouth to kiss. “We can return to the New Inn in dreams. And perhaps in the waking world in 2089.”

Hob took a deep breath and closed his eyes, then pulled their hands towards him and kissed Dream’s fingers. “Yeah. That sounds good.”

One Year Later

Hob waved as the Jeep trundled away from him down the gravel road. He felt a sudden change in the barometric pressure and grinned, then turned to face Dream who had appeared behind him in the open field. Dream stepped towards him, long black coat flapping in the breeze and then they were in each other’s arms, lips joined.

“You seem extremely pleased with yourself today,” Dream remarked when they eventually broke apart.

“Just had a very good meeting with an architect I’ve hired.” Hob grinned.

Dream tucked a lock of Hob’s hair behind his ear. “An architect?”

“I’m building you a new temple.”

Dream froze. “What?”

“I mean, it’s also going to be my home, but I figure if I unintentionally turned a pub into a temple, if I try I can probably intentionally make a house into a temple to Dream of the Endless.”

Dream stood there, lips parted, studying him. Seemingly at a loss for words.

Hob’s grin widened and he stepped closer, taking Dream’s face in his hands. “And I intend to spend most of my time there worshipping you.”

#dreamling #the sandman netflix #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dream x hob #the century gentleman & related tales #mirokai writes #Miro does sandman

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bookwormscififan · 2 months

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Falling Into the Bite, Chapter 9

Read on AO3!

Previous part

A/N: New route for this plot!

Warnings: Description of blood, an investigation into a failing mental state, and an attempted suicide.

“They’re nice stories,” Yancy stated as he flipped through the pages of writing. “Do youse write anymore now that you’re a vampire?”

“I don’t write as much as I’d like,” Host replied, crossing his arms with a frown. “It’s harder to write when you can’t see the keyboard, even with my muscle memory. I can’t go back to review previous things I’d written to keep continuity.”

“If there was a way for youse to write,” Yancy began slowly, “Would youse write more?”

“You’re quite the optimist,” Host chuckled bitterly. “To write, I’d need my sight back, and that’s near impossible. As it stands, Noir has been helpful in letting me narrate stories to him. He doesn’t write them down, but he listens and asks questions.”

“What if there was someone who could help write your stories, and help read previous parts for continuity?” Yancy pressed, running his fingers over a page in front of him. “I can help youse to write. I write music, poems. Prose shouldn’t be that different.”

“Why would you help me?” Host asked, distractedly gathering the papers on the table into a neat pile. “Why would you help any of the vampires in this castle? After all that Murdock’s done, how can you still sit here and offer to help us? Agree to stay?”

“I’m in prison for life for killing my parents,” Yancy explained, drawing absently on the table with his fingernail. “Murdock is just one of youse all. He’s not everyone. Dark and Actor have scared us, you youse and Noir so far have been polite.”

“You’re staying because of Noir and myself?”

“We’re staying because our only other option was to let Dark and Actor kill us,” Yancy clarified. “Compared to that, I’d prefer to take my chances in a castle full of vampires.”

“You two are strange humans,” Host laughed, turning to face Yancy. “I would be grateful if you helped me to write a novel. I’ve had an idea for decades, I just haven’t been able to write.”

“You don’t have to do this,” Dark reminded softly. “You can go back upstairs, spend time with Yancy, help him forget what happened.”

“I want to do this,” Illinois replied with a deep breath, stepping up to the cell door and opening the small window. “Murdock. Look at me,” he ordered, looking through the window at the hunched form of Murdock in the corner.

“What do you want.” Murdock’s response was flat, spat through the sticky film coating his lips as he moved to stand in front of the door. “To taunt me? Rub my shame in my face?” His eyes were dark behind his glasses, glaring at Illinois as his lip curled over his remaining fang.

“I’m not going to taunt you,” Illinois replied quietly, forcing himself not to look at Murdock’s mouth. “I’m not angry with you for attacking me. I want to let you know that you haven’t scared us away from the castle, you just made us more wary of potential dangers here.”

“I was a murderer before I was turned,” Murdock confessed. “There was always this appeal to killing people, and it was still there after I got turned. With Yancy, it was different. I wanted to feed from him, but I also wanted to spend the rest of time with him.”

“Manipulating him isn’t the way to show that.” Illinois frowned as he finally lifted his eyes to meet Murdock’s. “Taking advantage of his drowsy state to make him believe he was dreaming of your intimate moments is the wrong way to gain his trust.”

Murdock’s gaze shifted behind Illinois, watching Dark take the adventurer’s arm to pull him away. “I understand that now,” he said softly. “Tell Yancy I regret what I’ve done to harm him, and that I’ll admire him forever even if he doesn’t accept my apology.”

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Yancy stood on the balcony of the castle attic, looking down at the pavers around the fountain below him. The wind whipped at his hair, pulling it away from the style he’d spent hours on, and he hugged himself as he stepped closer to the edge.

His mind raced with thoughts he couldn’t completely confirm were his, feelings swirling in his stomach that both made him sick and made him yearn at the same time. He closed his eyes tightly against the images flashing in his mind, struggling to find the reality in them.

The wind made the cuffs of his pants flap against his ankles, legs shaking as he climbed onto the balcony railing, continuing to hold himself as he stood with his back straight. His tears were freezing against his cheeks, biting into the skin as the wind pummelled them.

This had to be the only way out. The only way to stop the voices in his head, the only way to separate fiction from reality. If he did this, maybe they’d let Illinois go, and he could go on his senseless adventures again. The only disadvantage would be that Yancy wouldn’t get to see his smiling face every morning again.

Compared to his mind slowly replacing every memory of Illinois with Murdock’s face, Yancy decided that this was the better option. Phantom touches on his hips and thighs felt like insect bites slowly eating away at his skin until all that remained was the red, raw flesh underneath, susceptible to every kind of illness and infection he could contract.

No, this was the best choice. Yancy lifted his chin, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath, gathering his courage before lifting his foot to step off—

Only to be caught around the wrist and held back. The hand on his arm was warm, human, and Yancy turned teary red eyes to look behind him, letting out a choked sob at the sight of Illinois. The adventurer’s eyebrows were furrowed in concern, lips turned down in a deep frown as he held Yancy back from jumping.

“Don’t,” he panted, shaking his head at Yancy. “Please, don’t do this. Don’t give them the satisfaction.”

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digital-corruption · 2 years

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I could warn you about the spice, but if you don't like spice, what are you even doing here? 🤣

Unrecognisable Part 12

“Does this feel like deja vu to you?” I asked curiously as I stood against the wall, waiting for Jake to take the perfect photo for my would-be Passport.

I was still rather warm after our shower together so I was just in my t-shirt and panties. Given Passport photos only needed from the shoulders up, this wasn't an issue. Jake was shirtless after the shower, but this time I didn't mind it so much. I also got the impression he preferred leaving the scar tissue on his back and shoulders exposed. I had to admit, the eye candy was nice.

“Deja vu?” he looked at me confused. “No.”

“It’s just I feel like we’ve done this before,” I sighed.

“I would have remembered if we had done this before,” he remarked.

“It feels oddly familiar,” I frowned.

“What? Like a dream?” he questioned.

“Or a previous life maybe?” I shrugged.

“If we’ve done this in a previous life then our souls are forever tormented,” Jake said as he took a few shots. “Hopefully one of these will work.”

“That or our creator is not very creative,” I mused. “I can’t believe She’d be reusing old ideas.”

“She?” Jake put his phone back in his pocket.

“You got a problem with that?” I raised my eyebrow.

“No, you’re right, She’s definitely moody,” Jake mocked as he went back to his laptop. I spotted his sock on the floor and threw it at him.

“I wonder if the other us succeeded,” I thought out loud as I plopped down on the bed.

“Hmm, I would like to think so, but if we’re here now, then maybe they didn’t,” he commented as he worked at his computer.

I fell backwards on the bed and stared at the ceiling, “To think, two souls forever stuck in a loop, repeating the same plot over and over again.”

“That sounds depressing,” Jake mumbled from his laptop.

“It’s kind of romantic though. To think we keep finding each other,” I smiled.

Jake was quiet for a while before responding, “Still, She needs new ideas. Being on the run is old hat.”

“Maybe this time’s the one,” I propped myself up on my elbows. “Maybe we get to break the cycle.”

Jake glanced at me and then went back to his laptop, “Maybe. I’ve finished sending the photos and the details for your new identity, Mrs. Wagner.”

“Mrs?” I questioned. “Are we married?”

“I thought it would be easier for us to travel together if we were,” he explained.

“Hey, you didn't give me a chance to choose my name,” I realised.

“You would’ve chosen something bizarre. I don’t want you drawing attention to yourself when we cross the border,” he argued. “Emily is a nice, plain, unassuming name for you.”

“So boring!” I exclaimed.

“Next time you can choose, but this one’s staying for now,” he tried to compromise as he leant back in his chair. “So now, we wait.”

“Gee, how will we kill the time?” I giggled.

“I was thinking about getting us food actually. Something other than granola bars,” he proposed.

“Hmm, I could go for some Chinese,” I suggested with a smirk.

Jake smiled, “All right, I’ll look for a restaurant nearby. While I’m gone, I have a challenge for you.”

“A challenge? And hold up, what do you mean, ‘While I’m gone’? Why can't I go with you?” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“It’s your photo circulating around the public right now. I’m just picking up food and coming back,” he pointed out. “The challenge should keep you busy until I return.”

“And what if you don't come back?” I sat up. “Am I just meant to keep waiting here for you?”

“In the unexpected situation that I am unable to reach you again, yes. Here is still the safest place for you,” he insisted.

“Until we run out of money,” I clarified.

“Until Patrick Kempsey of Toronto runs out of money,” he corrected.

“Wait, you're using a stolen credit card?” I questioned. “Won't he report it?”

“He hasn't reported it the last twenty times I used it,” Jake snickered.

“Note to self, check my card daily,” I shook my head.

“Some people have too much money to even notice trivial charges,” he tried to excuse what was plainly still credit card theft.

“And we have him to thank for dinner?” I mused.

“No, that’d be Marcus Ruben of Manchester,” he corrected again.

“And he has a lot of money?” I guessed.

“No, he’s just an idiot,” Jake smirked.

“Jake, it feels very wrong,” I frowned. “We're using innocent people’s money.”

“I'm sorry, did you not want to eat? Did you want to sleep on the streets? Because I can arrange that too. I told you I will always do what it takes to survive, it’s just now that also includes you. But if you want food scraps from dumpsters and risk food poisoning on a daily basis while sleeping in alleys, be my guest,” there was a pained tone to his voice.

“Is that how you used to live?” I asked solemnly.

Jake sighed, “It wasn’t living; it was surviving. So what if some asshole has to pay for my food bill? At least he doesn’t have to fight with rats over dinner.”

“We have my money though,” I argued.

“No, that's an emergency fund for you. You are not touching it unless something happens to me,” he insisted. “Ok, I found a restaurant. What did you want?”

“Um, well, I'm craving noodles right now. A Lo Mein? Maybe some spring rolls,” I shrugged.

“Are you sure that's all you want? We can order a bit more and keep the leftovers for tomorrow in the mini-fridge,” he pointed out.

“I don't want to make Marcus Ruben of Manchester pay for too much,” I shook my head.

He scoffed, “Unfortunately for him, I am the one ordering and I don't care so I am adding more.”

“So, what was this challenge?” I reminded him.

“Ah, yes, the file hunt. While I am gone, you are tasked to find a specific file on my laptop, somewhere deep within the directories,” he glanced up from his laptop at me.

“Ok, what's the catch?” I frowned.

“You don’t know what it’s called, what it contains or its file type,” he smirked.

“How will I know when I find it?” I asked perplexed.

“You will know when you see it,” he grinned. “You have until the time I get back to find it.”

“Hmm, ok, what do I get if I find it?” I inquired playfully.

“Find it and you'll see,” Jake stood up from his seat and put his hoodie back on.

I got up as well to take up position at his laptop, but he walked forwards to stop me halfway. His fingers hooked into the side of my panties and pulled me over until I was in reach. Then his hands grabbed my hips to hold me against him. I bit my lip as we both leaned into each other for several tender kisses. Each one became progressively more heated than the previous. Resting my arms over his shoulders, I closed the gap between us as the kisses deepened.

“I could just put some pants on and go with you,” I offered quietly, after pulling away ever so slightly.

Jake leaned his forehead against mine and shook his head, “I won’t be gone long, I promise. I'll miss your cute ass too much.” He squeezed it with both hands.

I rolled my eyes, “Just my ass?”

“I love the way it bounces,” he smirked.

“Wow, I think we went like an hour without-" I was interrupted by Jake kissing me again. “Hey! We don’t have to make up for lost time!” I laughed.

“I can't help it,” he smiled. “I'm addicted to you. Being with you is like a drug.”

“The good kind, I hope,” I teased.

“But everything I want to do to you, with you, is bad,” he glanced down at my lips before looking back up at my eyes.

“Ok, the kind that doesn’t make you feel horrible when you come back down from them,” I giggled.

“But if I come back down from you, then you’re not near me anymore. And I would feel pretty horrible,” he argued.

“The kind that you won't ever regret,” I reworded.

“As long as it doesn’t get us caught,” he mumbled before kissing me again.

I broke away, gasping for air, “What about our food?”

“It can wait ten minutes,” he said as he pushed me down on the bed.

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