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noctumbra · 3 years

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summary — he's been tense for so long, on alert, waiting for something to happen. you didn't like the way he held himself, so you decided to help your daddy relax.

pairing — beefy!bucky barnes x reader

warnings — smut, +18, civil war era, post tws, face fucking, oral sex (m receiving), daddy kink (not ddlg), dirty talk, degradation

a/n — i saw that gif set and,,,,, wanted to scream about it this way hope y'all like it! forgive me if i have any typos, i wrote this on my phone. (i don't own the gif)

Bucky had been waiting for the other shoe to drop for a while now, and even though he had you to distract him, he just couldn't let that feeling go.

Knowing him all too well, you were aware of his rigid posture throughout the day. You saw his eyes dart around all the time; looking for something that wasn't there, or listening to people in the building going about on their days with his enhanced hearing.

You wanted to help him relax, to see him blissed and maybe not thinking anything but you.

"Bucky," you started, drawing his attention from the window to you. You heard him humming, a sound that confirms he listened to you, but that was not what you want. Not exactly.

"Daddy," you whimpered just a little. His steel blue cold eyes snapped at you. Surpassing a smile that wants to take over your face at his reaction, you wiggled on your place all satisfied. "Wanna play, can we?"

Bucky cursed under his breath. He couldn't say no to you when you were being so soft and submissive for him, wiggling on your place with the extra energy or the urge to satisfy him. The gears in his mind turned quickly: He didn't want to let his guard down, but he wanted to play with you.

"Please?" You pouted just a tad, to tip him over the edge of hesitating. Bucky frowned.

"Tell me," he murmured from his place by the window. "Tell me how you wanna play, honey baby." You felt your cheeks heating up at the pet name, you bit your lip. Then, you stood up from the small bed —you were living in a studio apartment— and made your way towards him. You preened under his dark look, watching your every move. You took a deep breath when you stood right in front of him and—

You dropped to your knees, eye-level with his crotch, you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out.

"Oh, fuck," Bucky whispered harshly, not expecting this at all. "You wanna get your throat fucked, little one?" He asked, his metal thumb was tracing the line of your bottom lip slowly. You nodded. Never breaking the eye contact, you closed your lips around his metal digit and sucked on it.

"Shit, shit—" Bucky groaned lowly. His beautiful blue eyes were now black, his face was shadowed with the darkness of his arousal. He pushed his thumb deeper into your mouth, pressing it on your tongue, he made you drool.

"Yeah?" He tutted when you moaned around it. "You want my cock? My thumb isn't enough for your slutty mouth?" You moaned again and shook your head. Bucky chuckled darkly and caused a shiver to roll down your spine. He pulled his thumb back just a little, only to press it back with three more fingers.

You whined loudly as his fingers fucked your throat, making the drool wet your chin and even slide down your neck.

"God, fuck, dolly," he grunted. "Lookit you, so messy." Moaning quietly to himself, Bucky pulled his fingers out . His flesh hand unbuttoned his jeans, pulling his zipper down, his cock bobbed free. You whimpered at the sight of him; his cock hard as a rock, all angry red but a little purple at the top, fat and huge.

Only for you.

"Ask for it," he ordered. You whimpered again, but obeyed quickly.

"Please, Daddy," you begged. "I want you to fuck my throat. Can you, please?" Bucky growled.

"Open," he said, gruffly, and tapped your mouth with his cock. You did as your told and opened your mouth.

"Lick." Stucking your tongue out, you licked his cock from its base to its tip, giving his tip a couple kitten licks.

"Suck. Tip only." You closed your mouth around his cock head, hollowing your cheeks, you sucked. The precome that got smeared on your tongue had you moan out loud and around his cock, making him groan with you.

"So good," he murmured. "So good for her Daddy, mmm..." Feeling hot with the praise, you closed your eyes and suckled on his tip a bit more. You felt his flesh hand on your cheek, giving you a light slap, it slid into your hair along with his metal one.

"Take all of it," he ordered this time, and you relaxed your jaw, doing as he said, you swallowed his huge shaft in one-go. His thigh muscle jerked, a loud groan made its way out from the back of his throat involuntarily.

"Fuck," he growled. "Your throat is fucking heaven, reserved for me." You hummed approvingly around him.

Yes, you thought. It's only for you, Daddy.

Pulling on your hair, you got the signal. It was him telling you to let him take over. You heard him chuckle darkly again and felt all the muscles in your body turned jello.

"Yeah, little dolly," he whispered. "Let me break you, take over, c'mon. Give yourself to me, and I'll promise to make it up to you."

You felt your brain get fuzzy and did as he said.

Relaxing your throat, opening your mouth as much as you could, you let Bucky, your Daddy, thrust into your mouth. He started slow at first, almost a lazy pace. You knew he was gonna get mean and fast and hard, and honestly, you couldn't wait for it.

"Jesus fucking Christ, baby—" Bucky gasped and his lazy pace got a little faster. His balls were hitting your jaw lightly with his every thrust, your mouth was doing obscene gagging sounds while the drool on your face creating 'slapslapslap' sounds in the half-empty room.

Bucky growled as you whimpered around his length. You loved the way he used you; loved it when he held your head in its place and used your mouth like it was just a hole to fuck.

His hands formed into fists, holding your head still so that he could fasten his pace. The lazy drags of his cock turned into filthy and harsh thrusts. With each thrust, his balls were hitting your chin faster and harder, your nose poking the soft, dark curls at the base of his cock.

Growling, almost roaring, Bucky buried himself deep in your throat, holding your there and making you gag.

"Take it, babygirl," he sneered. His voice was deep due to the lust flowing in his veins. "I know you can. You're my baby, my little one, I know you can take your Daddy's cock all the way." His whispered encouragement words were getting to you as you tried not to cough. You wanted to make Daddy proud, so you tried to breathe through your nose and let the control over your muscles go.

"Just like that, fuck, baby," Bucky moaned. His breath was hitching, thick thigh muscles were jumping and cock twitching in your mouth; you knew he was close. You felt the sting at the base of your skull when he pulled you off his cock, listening to your gasps and watching you catch your breath.

Suddenly, you weren't on the floor. Your back hit the soft mattress, and then there was a huge muscle mass hovering over your body.

"You're so amazing," Bucky groaned as he slipped his hands into your pajama bottom and pulled it down with one move. Then, you were flipped on your stomach, ass up and your face was buried in his pillow.

You took a deep breath, filling your lungs with his smell, you moaned when you felt his fingers at your entrance.

"So goddamn wet," he hissed. "Is this all for me, honey?" he asked you, then. You nodded.

"Yes, Daddy!" You wailed. "All for you! Only for you!" Bucky growled approvingly.

"Damn fucking right only for me," he snarled into your ear. His fingers were plunging in and out of you quickly now. You whimpered and moaned and bucked your hips against his hand.

"Daddy—" You gasped when he flicked your clit. "Please! Wan' you in me! Please!"

"You're a greedy baby today," he whispered, taking your earlobe in his mouth and biting on it gently. You gasped again. Daddy knew all your sensitive spots and knew how to play with your pussy, you felt like you were about to pass out.

"Please..." You sobbed, your tears wetting the pillow under your cheeks. Bucky cooed at you lovingly. He kissed your cheek, your bare shoulder and bit down on your neck gently. You wiggled your hips. You were dying to have him in you.

"Sshh," he said, and you sobbed because his cock was kissing your pussy, nudging at your entrance. "Got you," he whispered again, "I got you, babylove. Daddy's here, ssshh."

Draping his still clothes torso onto your back, he slid all the way inside in one slow but smooth move. You choked on your moan, fisted the bedding and let out a loud moan. His hips were flushed with yours, filling you so fucking nicely.

"Oh, Daddy," you whimpered. Bucky hummed as he grabbed your hair in his hand and pulled your head up a little with it.

Without saying anything, Bucky started to pound into you. His cock abusing your pussy the best way possible, you moaned and screamed loudly because Daddy was in so deep— His balls were snug against your lips with each thrust, his thighs were hitting yours and making the obscene skin-slapping-skin sound echo in the room.

"Fuck, holy fuck— Sweetheart," Bucky managed. "You feel— so tight, so good, fuuck—" You whimpered and gasped and moaned, his cock stroking every single soft spot you have perfectly.

"Daddy—" You breathed. "'m close, Daddy! Can I— please!" Bucky moaned. He could feel how close you were. Your pussy was literally milking the come out of him.

"Yeah, baby. Come," he whispered. His metal arm was around your body, his flesh hand was still holding you half-upright from your hair. "Come for Daddy, c'mon," he moaned.

You screamed when you came around his cock. The tight grip of your pussy went even tighter somehow, making Bucky's eyes cross and making him groan loudly into your neck. Your thighs were trembling underneath his own, your hips were bucking against him probably without you being aware of and your face— God, your face. Bucky could watch it for the rest of his life because you looked so fucking divine when you came.

"Bucky..." You whispered, but then you sobbed. "Daddy, come in me, please. Please, I need it!" You hiccuped.

Bucky cursed. His hips thrusted in and out of you even faster, cock hitting your now-oversensitive spots. He felt his balls tighten and then he gasped. His cock spurting white ropes of come into your pussy, Bucky groaned loud and long with you gasping under him softly. Breathless, he dropped onto your body but minding his weight.

You hummed. You felt safe and sound and loved caged under him like this, you giggled happily. Bucky made a questioning sound.

"Like being caged like this," you whispered. "Love when you use me, Daddy." Bucky smiled fondly at you. He kissed your cheek and rolled onto the empty space next to you, only to pull you back in his arms after he settled. You hummed again as you wiggled closer to him.

Bucky was silent for a while so much so thay you thought he fell asleep. So, you jumped lightly when he spoke: "Thank you."

It was a whisper, but you could hear the emotion behind it. You smiled. Looking back at him over your shoulder, you pulled him in for a soft kiss.

"Anything for my Daddy whenever he needs it," you replied and made him snort.

Bucky snuggling you tightly, both you had happy and relaxed smiles on your faces when you fell asleep.

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝐴𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 (𝐾𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑒𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑔) 𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐾𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑒𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑔 (𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧)× 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 (𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒)

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𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑓𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟..... 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑡.

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Yeosang let out an excited yet nervous giggle as his lover grabbed a hold of his shirt and proceeded to drag him over to the bed, where she then had him lay down on it.

"Baby? What are you doing?" He asked as her hands began to caress him through his shirt, lifting it up enough so that his belly button could be seen.

"I saw your two most recent performances Sangie. And I gotta say.... I was more than impressed."

Her fingers nimbly undid the buttons of his shirt, opening it up to expose his hard and solid abs that she had gotten a peek at while watching his fancam. She let out a soft purr as her index finger traced each and every one of the lines across his stomach.

"Is this why you didn't want me to take off your shirt all these months that passed? Because you were hiding these?"

Yeosang hummed lowly as he felt her ran her hands all over his chest, thumbs lightly tweaking at his nipples which had him barely shuddering. He was already getting aroused as he pondered over what was going to come. He knew he was definitely in for something wild since she was wearing his favorite red lacy lingerie set that she only reserved for very special occasions. He always felt his breath being taken away whenever she surprised him by wearing such a scandalous choice of attire.

"I wanted it to be a surprise. I worked extra hard to get in shape to look good." He admitted, a light pink tint forming on his cheeks.

Y/N smiled sweetly at him, her fingers brushing against the tent that was building up inside his pants.

"Oh really? Look good for who exactly? For atiny?"

Yeosang mumbled out a needy whine once she pressed down on his bulge, nails digging into the fabric of his pants and raking slowly at the outline of his length.

"Y-yes b-but mostly for..." He bit down at his lip, feeling shy and embarrassing about finishing that sentence.

Y/N gave out a little click of her tongue before beginning to unzip him. Yeosang lifted his hips to help make it easier for her to get his pants off him. Running her hands over his thick thighs, Y/N hovered her mouth over his clothed dick, staring up at him intently.

"Mostly for whom exactly?"

Opening her mouth, she moaned around Yeosang's tent as she wrapped her lips around his balls, using her teeth to slightly press down on them. Yeosang gasped out an 'oh!' when he felt her hot breath so near him.

"For m-mommy. I wanted to look good for you mommy." He confessed, lifting himself up on his elbows to watch more closely what'd she do next.

Giggling darkly at him, Y/N climbed on top of him, her ass pressing itself down on his dick while her hands cupped his shoulders, caressing his soft and smooth skin. Yeosang closed his eyes as her hand came up his neck to cup his jaw. As if it was instinct, he parted his lips when her thumb grazed across his lower lip, taking it in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.

"My pretty prince wanted to look good for me? How cute."

When her index and middle finger came up, Yeosang didn't hesitate to take them into his mouth as well, generously giving them light suckles and not complaining when inch by inch, they went further into his mouth, nearly making him gag when they went all the way inside.

"You're already looking so good for me Sangie. You're so beautiful, so handsome. You really didn't have to go through all this just for me."

Yeosang let out a disappointed whimper when she retracted her hands, a thin line of saliva breaking apart when she pulled away too far. His bottom lip poked out like a child being refused their favorite candy. Y/N began cooing at him, her fingers smearing some of his leftover spit onto his chin.

"What's wrong my baby boy?"

Making his eyes go as big as they could, Yeosang huffed softly as he began rutting his dick on her ass cheeks.

"I wanna taste mommy. I've been craving her pussy for some time."

Awing at him, Y/N guided him to lay his head back on the pillow. Yeosang eagerly watched in anticipation as she peeled the lace fabric down her legs, holding it up against his face in a teasing motion. He inhaled deeply when he felt the wet patch hit against his nose, the scent already making his head spin. Throwing her panties onto the dresser next to the bed, followed soon after by her matching bra, Y/N placed herself on top of Yeosang's face, her thighs resting on each sides of his cheeks. Yeosang stared unashamedly at her wet folds, tongue poking out in expectation of getting to eat out his favorite sweet. Slowly, Y/N sank herself onto his pretty face, moaning loudly when his mouth latched onto her heat, making no movement until she told him to, just as she had trained him to.

"Ok babyboy. Do your thing."

Yeosang's tongue dipped inside her hole, a light trickle of her arousal falling into his mouth which he savoured gratefully before swallowing it. He took his time as he began to nip all along her slit, sometimes laying his tongue flat against it before licking all the way up to her clit. Yeosang closed his eyes and just fully submerged himself into succulent taste of her core, drinking up her liquids as if it were the most delectable nectar he had ever had the pleasure to feast upon. Yeosang let out a smile of content when he felt his lover's hips start to grind against his face, mewls and blissful sighs gracing his ears, a sign the receiver was enjoying the oral ministrations being bestowed upon her intimate parts.

"You're doing such a good job at eating me out my darling. You're such a good boy for mommy."

Yeosang moaned out in appreciation at hearing being complimented so lovingly. Although he was always shy at being spoiled by kind words being spoken to and about him, he couldn't deny it made his pride puff up a little when his beautiful girlfriend indulged him by calling him her good little boy or baby boy. His hands gripped onto the back of her thighs and pulled her further into his face, not minding whatsoever having half of his oxygen being cut off as long as her honey like pussy was smothering him whole. The veins on his hands and arms began to become more visible the harder he gripped at her skin, forcing her to grind harder against him so his tongue could lap up more of her secretions. Y/N reached out to grip onto the headboard in front of her, loud gasps pouring out as she had never had Yeosang practically use her to face fuck himself like that, usually she'd be the one taking the initiative. But it seemed at that moment she was simply just his little toy, or candy bar, for him to enjoy as he wanted.

"Oh! Oh-fuck Yeosang! That feels so good! You're going to make mommy cum that way."

Yeosang's dick twitched inside his boxers at the thought of having her cum pour down his throat, his mouth sucking with ferocity at her clit as he continued his assault on her core, muffled grunts barely audible as he worked his tongue to bring her into a state of ecstasy.

"Shit! Sangie!"

Her thighs clenched around his skull, squeezing his face hard as her juices rushed out of her core and smeared all over his face. Yeosang happily gulped down as much as he could, moaning against her folds to help further heighten the sensation of her high. When Y/N pulled away from his face, Yeosang panted softly for air, the sides of his cheeks and nose glistening from the remnants of her cum. Looking up at her, he began to snicker rather cutely.

"I look the prettiest after mommy made me a mess." He wiped some of the cum out of the corners of his lips with his tongue, smirking up at her.

Bending down, Y/N proceeded to lick some of her cum off his face, dragging her tongue all the way into his mouth where she then let him closed her lips over his, enveloping them in a sweet and most sincerest kiss. Yeosang completely melted under her when her fingers ran themselves through his soft and wavy black locks. He let her take absolute control of the kiss, letting her tongue dance around his, fully enraptured by each movement of her wet muscle. He was so lost into the kiss, he was not prepared to have her pull away just as he began craving more. Turning a bit selfish, one of his hands went to the back of her head, rushing to pull her back in, but Y/N was just as fast. Pressing a finger to his lips, she tsked at his behavior.

"Sangie you were doing so good for me so far, don't start acting out just yet ok?"

The way the corners of his lips curled up into a sly smile, Y/N knew he was contemplating disobeying her orders. Although in any other circumstances she would have hoped for him to disobey just to have him ass up, face hidden in the pillows and hands tied behind his back, she was in a different mood that evening. A mood that required her precious baby to be on his best behavior so she could pamper him as she wanted to.

"Don't Yeosang. I had something prepared for you tonight and you won't get to find out about it if you choose to be bad."

The way his eyes lit up at her comment had her holding back from pinching his cheeks or booping his nose.

"What is it?" He asked, full of curiosity and eager to know.

Pressing a small peck on his lips, she got off the bed and went over to one of her dressers, opening it up and taking out something that Yeosang couldn't quite see since she had put them behind her back. Standing at the foot of the bed, she then held her hands out to show Yeosang what she had in them:

A can of whipped cream and a bottle of chocolate drizzle.

"What-what are they for?" Although he had a hunch of what they were for, he still wanted to hear her plan.

"Well Yeosangie, you had your dessert tonight..."

She paused so that she could climb on top of him again, settling herself on top of his thighs.

"Now it's my turn."

Popping the cap off the bottle, she turned it upside down and let a few drops fall onto Yeosang's chest. His muscles flinched slightly when they felt the substance splatter all over them. Placing the bottle to the side, Y/N leaned down, tongue stuck out and eyes locked on the pair of dark orbs looking at her with anticipation of what she would do next. Sending him a playful wink, she began to lick off the chocolate syrup on his skin. Yeosang fought back a fit of giggles threatening to escape his mouth, hands gripping the blanket underneath in an effort to keep himself from squirming.

"You ok baby boy?" Y/N asked as she chuckled softly.

"Yeah just- it tickles a little. But it feels good." He urged her to keep going.

Taking the bottle again, Y/N drizzled his firm and toned abs generously, coating them and even making random shapes on it. Feeling satisfied, she dove back in and began slurping up the sweetened syrup off his luscious abs, feeling proud when her ears became blessed at hearing Yeosang's hushed out moans. She could feel him tense up under her touch as he tried, but ultimately failed in not rutting his clothed erection against her ass. Wanting to tease him just a bit, she rolled her hips against him, the leftover slick from her last orgasm and the new slick building up starting to make a wet patch against his boxers.

Yeosang couldn't stop biting and licking at his lips as he stared at Y/N's tongue cleaning up the mess she made on his body. He was thoroughly enjoying being eaten up by her warm, hot mouth. And he was elated to know his efforts paid off, that she enjoyed the sight of seeing his new fit body. After all, he had worked out just for her, to hear her praise him and tell him how pretty and gorgeous he was. He absolutely adored having her tell him such things. As if reading his mind, Y/N began to moan in ecstasy along his abs.

"You were already so breathtaking babyboy, but now-" She sucked in a breath before sinking her teeth into the patch of skin just above the waistband of his boxers.

"You're so fucking sexy. It kinda makes me be selfish and not let anyone else see your beauty."

Scoffing softly, she placed more open mouth kisses along the area of his belly button.

"Not like they can appreciate it like I can."

Letting out an indignant huff, she popped open the bottle again and crept her face close to Yeosang's.

"Open up that pretty mouth of yours babyboy."

Obedient to her, Yeosang opened his mouth. Placing some of the chocolate syrup on her tongue, she carefully brought it over towards Yeosang's lips. Getting the hint, he took her tongue inside his mouth, sucking off the delicious treat and letting it run down his throat. When he was done, Y/N licked off the tiny droplets that had accidentally fallen on his chin and cheek.

"How was that my Sangie?" She asked as her nose nuzzled against his.

"Sweet, delicious. But nothing compares to mommy's pussy." He had a cheeky grin on his features as he answered her.

Trying to hide the blush threatening to form on her cheeks, Y/N got off him.

"I think there's something even better than that."

Locking eyes at him, she wrapped her fingers on the waistband of his briefs before slipping them off him, his cock finally making an appearance. It stood firmly erect, tip leaking and red, crying out to be touched and played with in any form its owner deemed fit. No matter how many times she sucked, jerked or fucked it, Y/N could never stop becoming surprised with Yeosang's size. He was well beyond average and had a more than nice girth to him. Even if she wrapped both of her hands along it starting from the base, they weren't enough to cover all the way up to the head. And she loved it, loved her boyfriends monster cock. It was the one part of him no one could ever see and that she would never share. His dick belonged to her and was solely hers, even Yeosang said it himself many times.

Brushing her fingers against it, she picked it up and began running her thumb against the slit.

"You're so big babyboy. My good little boy isn't so little."

Yeosang began bucking his hips further into her hand. There was nothing he loved more than seeing her hand around his dick, loved having her jerk him off so much. Although he would definitely never turn down the opportunity to fuck her mouth, he just preferred having her give him one of those handjobs that drove him wild. Nothing compared to it.......

Except of course, having both hands wrapped around him.

"You like my big, fat cock so much mommy?" Yeosang smirked up at her.

"I fucking love it. Love how big my babyboy is."

Yeosang let out a half pained whine when she squeezed a little too hard around him, his body threatening to be pushed into an early orgasm by that action alone.

"Oh-fuck! Please keep doing that." Yeosang muttered out.

Y/N hummed softly, hand still pumping him slowly. With a taunting look, she let go of his dick, letting it fall hard against his stomach. Yeosang began writhing around, emitting low whimpers and immediately reaching over to grab Y/N's hand so he could place her hand back where he needed her the most. She however slapped his hand away.

"Naughty naughty boy. Where did your manners go?" She chastised him.

Poking out his bottom lip, Yeosang stroked himself with two of his fingers.

"I'm sorry mommy. But it-it hurts. I want to cum." He fretted as his hand cupped his balls, fondling them amply.

His self pleasure was interrupted as Y/N pushed his hand away.

"I don't remember giving you permission to touch yourself babyboy. Remember what I told you. It might be your cock, but it still belongs to me. Not even you can touch it without asking me first."

Yeosang immediately nodded, not wanting to get his love angry and further deny him his so desperately craved orgasm.

"Y-yes mommy. I'm sorry. I was being selfish." He admitted his fault, praying it would help in her taking pity on him and letting him off the hook.

It worked as Y/N's former scowl was replaced by an doting look on her boyfriend. Patting his thigh twice, she was satisfied to see him obey her and spread his legs out for her so she could place herself in between them.

"Besides my precious baby, I'm not done eating my dessert. I'm just getting to the best part."

The long forgotten whipped cream can was now in her hand, being shaken up and prepared to be used. Positioning the nozzle against the thick mushroom head of his dick, Y/N squirted some of the cream and coated the tip. Yeosang had his hands rested flat against the mattress to keep him steady and from moving so as to not spill anything off him. When Y/N wrapped her lips around his tip, he let his head fall back onto the pillow. His eyes shut tight and teeth clenches tight as she sucked off the creamy confection of him.

"Mmmm. You taste so good babyboy."

This time Y/N coated along his balls, making two medium sized puffs on each of them. Just as she did the tip, she closed her lips over them and ate it off him, some of the whipped cream staining the tip of her nose. Even after she had cleaned him of the cream, she held one of his balls inside her mouth, tongue swirling around the underside of it while simultaneously sucking onto it. The more she applied pressure with her mouth, the more Yeosang squirmed under her, spewing out heavy breaths and low hissing noises. Letting go of his ball with a loud 'pop', she lastly drew a long strip of whipped cream all across his shaft.

"If only we could taste yourself Sangie."

As if the scene couldn't get more dirty, Y/N surprised him when she suddenly took hold of his cock with both of her hands. Yeosang widened his eyes as he watched her pump his dick, smearing the whipped cream all over him, which served as a makeshift lube so her hands slid more easily along him.

"Oh fuck- I'm not gonna-"

Yeosang couldn't even say anymore as he became a stuttering mess, thighs shaking as he felt his high fast approaching. Seeing his favorite image of Y/N's hands jerking him off, topped off with all the cream that covered most of his dick, was sending him spiraling like lighting. Wanting to make an even bigger mess of him, Y/N pressed her bare chest against his tip.

"Cum all over my tits babyboy. Make a mess all over me so I can clean it up."

Back arching and toes curling, Yeosang began spilling his thick load all over her breasts, some of it also trickling down his cream covered cock and tiny dots falling on his inner thighs. His hips furiously rutted themselves up against her hand, fucking himself even harder in an effort to ride out his high, almost as if he was in heat and not in control and his movements.

"Fuck!" He cursed out when his body finally stilled against the bed.

His upper body was just a mess as his lower half. His eyes were shot wide open, his mouth agape as he took slow and intense breaths to calm down his heartbeat, sweat was already dripping down the sides of his neck, and his chest was moving up and down due to his labored breathing. Taking a peek at how bad it was underneath him, he reddened as he caught Y/N's lustful gaze.

"My my, look what a mess you made you dirty little boy."

Taking her hands off his softening dick, Y/N ran them all over her chest, effectively covering her tits with the mixture of cream and cum that was left on them, and then running them down to her stomach. Whatever was left over, she licked it off her hands, wiping them clean before she stooped her face down once more and began cleaning up the mess all over Yeosang's lower body. Starting at his thighs, then going up to his abs, then finally ending when she began licking up all the cum and whipped cream off his dick, which was slowly but surely starting to get hard once again, returning to its full and thick size.

"Oh. Someone is excited again."

Yeosang laughed slightly.

"Can't help it. Mommy just riles me up so much." Even Yeosang found it amusing and interesting how he could become so horny so fast by even the simplest of things Y/N did to him.

"Oh is that so? Maybe I should fix the problems I caused."

Wiggling her eyebrows at him, she lined herself up on his cock, gliding the tip along her slit and even slapping it against her throbbing clit. She didn't mean to sink herself so roughly down onto him, but her pussy was aching to be filled up, and Yeosang filled her up more than nicely, his girth tearing her folds open and stretching her out so wide. She could feel every vein and ridge against her walls and it was the most delightful burn she could feel. Eyes peering down at Yeosang, she gave him a sadistic grin, not giving him time to prepare as she began bouncing herself on him. His hands came up to hold onto her hips, fingers digging so hard into her skin they would leave tiny purple prints on them for sure.

"Please mommy! T-too much!" Yeosang began crying out, his eyes becoming glassy with tears.

"Come on babyboy. You know you can take it. You're a good boy who can take me fucking myself on your cock."

Her hands rested themselves on the bed to hold her in place as she grinded her hips down onto him, his balls getting semi squished under her ass. Yeosang began to whimper rather pathetically under her body, another orgasm beginning to form in the pit of his stomach. Y/N watched his struggle with amusement.

"See babyboy? This is why your cock belongs to me and I decide what can be done with it. You have a huge cock yet don't know how to use it, I always have to fuck it for both of us, you wouldn't know what to do to get yourself off."

Yeosang scrunched his eyes, tears rolling down his temples as his body trembled violently under her.

"Y-yes mommy! I don't know-" He let out a choked moan.

"I know something you can and know how to do well Sangie."

Slowing down her pace just enough to be able to make him sit up, Y/N grabbed the back of his hair and pulled it harshly, making sure he looked into her eyes.

"Clean me up Sangie, I know you're dying to taste me."

Yeosang didn't need to be told twice as he buried his face into her chest and began nipping off the leftover cream and cum off her breasts, lewd and sloppy slurping noises being exuded out of him. He gave each of her nipples a generous suck, even biting down on them enough to leave tiny teeth marks embedded on them. Yeosang's mouth latched onto her tits while she rocked herself back and forth on his massive cock had Y/N scratching along his back.

"Oh fuck! Yeosangie I'm going to cum! Your cock is going to make me cum!" She cried out.

Taking ahold of her hips, Yeosang helped her continue to bounce on his cock as they both came at the same time, their juices mixing with one another. Drawled out moans and jabbered cusses filled the room, along with the squealching sounds of their sticky and sweaty bodies being connected. As they were coming down from their intense high, Yeosang wrapped his arms around her, holding her so close he could nearly take the breath out of her. He pressed his face against her neck, nuzzling his neck in it as he began rambling something incoherent. Kissing his birthmark, Y/N began stroking the patch of hair which she had previously yanked on.

"You ok babyboy?"

Yeosang could only groan out a response as he buried his face deeper in her neck, lips dragging themselves along the side of it, inhaling her after sex scent that he was drawn towards.

"I'm going to go run us a bath."

As soon as he felt her pulling away, Yeosang used his strength to tighten his grip around her, making her fall back onto him as he dropped down on the bed as he refused to let her go or let her pull out of him, which actually had her laughing.

"You clingy baby, how am I supposed to get us cleaned up if you refuse to let me get up?"

Shaking his head, Yeosang began to slightly purr.

"What's the point if we're going to make a mess once more?" He questioned.

"Make a mess once more? And who says we are?"

Y/N squealed when Yeosang flipped them over and placed her legs over his shoulders. Wrapping his arms around her legs and making a point to flex his biceps, Yeosang placed a kiss on one of them before smirking down at her.

"Who says we aren't?"

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The Perfect Gift {Rowaelin}

Based on a prompt sent in by anonymous.

This has been a hard Christmas for everyone, @snelbz and I included, so I apologize for my lack of posts. In years past, Christmas fics have been my favorite to write and post, but this year...I lacked any Christmas spirit, whatsoever. However, as that has been the case for many of us, hopefully these last few holiday fics will give you a little boost of holiday spirit. (;

Written with Shelb, of course.

Rowan got the same gift for Christmas every year: working overtime from the week before Christmas until after the New Year.

It left him exhausted, hardly able to keep his eyes open as he pulled onto his street. He longed for his apartment, even if he wasn’t sure if he was going to the fridge for a beer or heading straight to bed.

It had been one of those days.

It didn’t help that he had to drive slower, being extra cautious, because of the heavy snowfall.

He parked in the lot, thankful that there was a spot near the staircase and as he brought the car to a stop, he dragged a hand down his face.

Thankfully, he’d be off tomorrow and would celebrate the holiday with his friends. Before turning right back around to be at work the day after Christmas.

With a yawn, Rowan pulled himself from the car and trudged up the stairs towards his apartment. As he approached, however, he realized he could hear festive music playing from within and he looked up to find a large, and very glittery, wreath hanging on his front door.

He reached for the knob and found it unlocked, which it certainly hadn’t been when he’d left for work this morning.

He slowly pushed it open, and froze.

Aelin Galathynius was up on a stepstool, reaching up high to place a star on the top of a Christmas tree.

It wasn’t his Christmas tree.

Rowan didn’t have a Christmas tree.

Rowan had zero Christmas decorations, had nothing that resembled the holiday whatsoever.

Aelin, as she shook her Christmas-pajama-ed ass to the obnoxiously loud Christmas music streaming through his bluetooth speaker, apparently disapproved of that fact.

Rowan cleared his throat, and loudly shut the front door behind him.

She yelped and nearly dropped the sparkling tree topper, but righted herself and turned around to look at him. “Oh. Hey.”

Rowan had to fight off another yawn threatening to take over, but he felt a small delight in unexpectedly seeing his best friend. “What are you doing, Ace?”

“You’re off early,” she said, ignoring his way question and hopping off the stool. She carefully placed the star on the coffee table, which looked like a tiny snowman village. “You don’t usually get off work until, like, ten on Christmas Eve.”

“Lorcan sent me home, said I’d been working too many hours,” he said, leaning against the back of his door.

“Great,” she said, grinning. “Here, go put these on.” She held out a pair of pajama pants, that were identical to the pair she wore.

He blinked at the red and green Christmas trees displayed across the gray, fleece fabric. “Are we really doing this?”

Her mischievous grin deepened. “Oh, most definitely.”

He shook his head, slowly. “You know, I planned on coming home, taking it easy, going to bed early…” He trailed off, taking the pajama bottoms from Aelin, once she shoved them into his chest.

“On Christmas Eve?” Aelin asked, one golden brow raised. She grabbed her phone off the side table and turned the volume down, just a little bit, as some classic, cheesy song played in the background. “You can take it easy, but we’re going to be festive, damn it.”

He sighed, knowing there was no way he was going to win the current argument, and made his way back towards his bedroom. Decorations lined all of the walls and there was some sort of lit up knickknack or garland sitting on every surface of the apartment. He paused and turned back to look at her. “How long have you been here?”

Glancing down at her watch, she said, “I got off work at two-thirty today, like a normal person, so…” She shrugged.

“So two-thirty, then?” He asked, starting his walk back to his room again.

Aelin laughed. “Pretty much.”

Rowan just shook his head as he stumbled into his bedroom. The moment he closed his bedroom door, he stared lovingly at his bed.

His perfect bed.

So comfy, so warm.

With another wide yawn, he kicked off his boots, then his jeans, and slipped on the pajama pants.

He hated to admit just how soft and cozy they really were.

And it didn’t make him want to not climb into bed any less.

By the time he made it back into the living room, Aelin had forgotten about putting the star on top of the tree and was pulling a tray of gingerbread man cookies out of the oven.

“You need a life,” Rowan announced. “This is…”

“Amazing?” Aelin supplied.

Rowan chuckled. “A bit much.”

She smiled, setting the tray down on the stovetop. “We only get one Christmas a year. Why not make it count?”

He rolled his eyes and turned, finding a festive movie menu on his television, with a pile of blankets on his couch, two mugs of hot chocolate and decorated cookies on the coffee table. He looked back into his room and wondered how he hadn’t noticed his comforter missing from his bed.

“Oh no,” he said, letting his head fall into his hand.

“Oh, yes,” Aelin said, smirking as she moved past him and flopped onto the couch.

“Christmas movies are cheesy,” Rowan muttered.

“Not all of them,” Aelin protested, crossing her arms.

“Yes, all of them, every single one,” he argued.

“You're such a Scrooge,” she teased, picking up her mug of hot chocolate. When she pulled the mug away, she had a thick, whipped cream mustache.

Rowan couldn’t help his laugh as Aelin’s eyes narrowed. She quickly sucked in her top lip and licked it off, a gesture that made Rowan’s laughter quickly fade.

Rowan and Aelin had been best friends their entire lives. They'd been there for each other through every high and low of their lives, whether that was Aelin graduating top of her class from the University of Terrasen or Rowan’s father leaving just shy of his fourteenth birthday.

Rowan had been in love with her for years.

She had no idea.

“Stop looking at me, asshole,” Aelin muttered, taking another sip from her mug.

Rowan cleared his throat and shook off the moment with a sneaky grin. “If only I had my camera. That would’ve made good future blackmail.”

Aelin rolled. “No need to save blackmail, you already scare every guy I meet away with your looming height and endless broodiness.”

Rowan chuckled. If only she knew. “Alright, Ace. What horrid movie are you forcing me to sit through?”

“A childhood classic,” she said, and pressed play, letting the sound of The Grinch fill the room.

Rowan narrowed his eyes and sat next to her on the couch. “You better be happy Jim Carrey is my favorite actor.”

“Is he?” She asked, with mock surprise. “I had no idea.”

Rowan grabbed a cookie from the plate and bit Santa’s head off. It seemed the best response to Aelin’s sarcasm.

The movie started — Rowan detested movies that spoke in rhyme — and the two settled in to watch. After only a couple of minutes, Rowan was yawning.

“You better not fall asleep,” Aelin said, raising an eyebrow as she looked over at him.

“So bossy,” he said, leaning forward to grab his hot chocolate. He put the mug to his lips and drank. Pausing the movie, he looked over at her. “Is there alcohol in this?”

“You’re asking me if there’s alcohol in it?” Aelin asked, shooting him a grin.

“Of course there is,” he muttered, taking a sip. He could taste a slight hint of rumchata through the cocoa and extensive whipped cream.

Aelin was good at a lot of things.

At the top of the list was a solid mug of hot cocoa.

The titles played, and The Grinch began.

Rowan used to love that movie, back before his father left and Christmas still felt like Christmas.

Aelin had had a hard childhood, too, and Rowan envied her for still loving Christmas. After all those years, she still adored the holiday. Still adored the magic of the day.

Rowan had a much more difficult time getting into the holiday spirit.

That could have been why he chugged the hot chocolate and Aelin was up getting seconds for them both before the titular character was even on screen. That pattern held until an hour later, when Aelin was grabbing a bottle of whiskey out of the freezer, the Rumchata long gone and Rowan was hollering from the living room, voice beginning to slur, “Like, if he doesn’t like Christmas, why doesn’t he just move? I’m sure there’s a community of people somewhere who hate Christmas just as much as he does.” Aelin sniggered as she set down the bottle, but he went on. “And for that fact, the Who’s just need to let the damn man live his life. He’s not hurting anyone up on his mountain.”

“He kind of is,” Aelin argued, closing the fridge and heading back to the living room. “I mean, he scares everyone and makes people miserable on purpose.”

“Yeah, because everyone’s so damn judgmental,” Rowan said, his head falling back against the couch cushions.

“I shouldn’t be surprised that you love the Grinch so much,” Aelin grinned, falling onto the couch next to him. “Save for being green, you’re practically the same person.”

“Not true,” Rowan scoffed. “I would never wear the outfit of a German yodeler.”

Aelin rolled her eyes. “First of all, it’s called a lederhosen. Secondly, you’re so full of shit.”

Rowan was unable to control his grin.

“I could see you in lederhosen, by the way,” Aelin continued, sipping from her mug. Rowan followed her lead, the warm sensation of whiskey trailing down his throat.

“I don’t think it’s my style,” he snorted, propping one of his feet onto the coffee table.

“You’d rather wear the table cloth?” Aelin asked, giggling quietly.

“I think that’s more of your style,” he chuckled, tossing back the rest of his mug.

Aelin cocked her head and looked over at him. “Topless, huh? You think that’s my look?”

Rowan began to backpedal. “No, I mean- I just meant it was a skirt.”

Aelin began to howl, Rowan’s cheeks bright red.

“You’re something else, Whitethorn, you know that?” Aelin asked, downing the liquor in her mug.

“In a good way?” Rowan asked.

Aelin looked at him through his side eye and remained silent as she tossed an arm around Rowan’s shoulder. “You’re an interesting man, you know that?”

The alcohol he’d consumed, coupled with the scent of her around him was nearly too much and he was unable to stop his hand from resting on her thigh. “Interesting, huh? Is that a good interesting or a bad interesting?”

Aelin’s own cheeks darkened, but her fingers began to draw small circles into his shoulder. “Good interesting. You’re never boring.”

She lifted her arm off his shoulder, but was glad when his hand didn’t leave her thigh.

“I’ll take interesting,” he went on, even if all he could think about was his hand. His hand that rested on her thigh. Her thigh, which was warm and unmoving. “As long as it’s a compliment.”

Aelin cocked her head to the side, and golden strands fell into her face. “And what do you think of me? Am I interesting?”

“You’re…” His words trailed off as he turned his head to the side and looked into her eyes. Those turquoise and gold eyes that made his knees weak and his heart ache and made him feel like his chest was going to burst. “...dangerous.”

Aelin took a sip of her whiskey, licking the last sip off her lips. “How am I dangerous?”

“First of all, you have no filter,” Rowan said, unable to hide his smile. “You say whatever is on your mind without the consequences.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” Aelin asked, brow raised, still fully aware of Rowan’s hand on her thigh.

“I say it has both its good and bad qualities,” Rowan followed.

Aelin laughed, quietly, then said, “And what else makes me so dangerous?”

“Exactly what you’re doing right now,” he said, taking a deep breath, regretting it immediately when he realized how close to Aelin he was. The smell of her spice and vanilla perfume him and if he would have been standing, he would have fallen to his knees. “You have to have the last word. It’s impossible to win an argument with you.”

“Some people would call that tenacity,” she said, bringing her legs up and tucking them beneath her.

Rowan’s fingers squeezed gently. “Most people would call that stubborn.”

Aelin tossed her head back and laughed and Rowan was powerless to stop himself from leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.

As soon as his lips left her skin and he’d realized what he’d done, his eyes went wide.

Aelin only hesitated for a moment before lifting a beautifully sculpted brow. “What was that for?”

“There has to be a reason?” He meant for it to come out as a snarky remark, to match her tone, but it came out nothing more than a whisper.

Aelin slowly shook her head. “No, there doesn’t have to be a reason.”

Rowan took a moment to try and figure out what that statement meant. Was it an invitation? Something cordial to let him know that kissing her cheek was okay? Did it mean that she wanted something more?

The two fell back into silence and as the movie played, Rowan continued to ponder Aelin’s reaction to his kiss. He was just about to clear his throat and apologize when lithe fingers and manicured nails finger-combed through his hair.

He nearly purred.

Rowan leaned into her touch and closed his eyes for a moment, feeling Aelin move closer as well. He didn’t want to do anything to stop her, didn't want to say anything that would result in her stopping the way she was lightly scratching at his scalp, but he also wasn’t completely positive he wasn’t dreaming.

A thousand emotions rushed him, lust nearing the top of the list. He tried not to let it show, but was certain he was failing as his eyes fluttered shut one more time.

“Feel good?” She breathed.

He made a contented noise, somewhere between a moan and a sigh, and settled deeper into the cushions. With a breathy chuckle, she ran her fingers through the front and brushed the stray strands out of his face. He cracked one of his eyes open and looked at her through a heavy lid.

With his pine green gaze on her, Aelin’s cheeks heated. “What?”

He gently shook his head, but continued looking at her, taking her in. “What's on your mind?”

She took a deep, shuddering breath. “Nothing.”

“Liar,” he said, with a grin.

“Nothing important,” she corrected, her fingers still working their magic.

Rowan watched her for a second before repeating, “Liar.”

“Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?” She asked, turning the tables on him.

He was quiet for a minute more before he admitted, “I was thinking about how different my night is going than I planned.”

She asked, “Yeah?”

He nodded. “See, I was planning on coming home, downing a beer or two, and passing out.” The smirk he tried to hide broke through. “Instead I find you, dancing around my house, baking cookies and just being all around cheery.”

“Are you complaining?” Aelin asked, cocking her head to the side.

“Not at all,” he replied. “I’m the luckiest guy in Orynth.”

She rolled her eyes, even though her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink. “You're full of shit.”

“No, I’m not,” he said, slowly shaking his head. “I mean it.”

Aelin couldn’t hide the smile that grew on her face and when she turned to Rowan, she found a similar smile on his own. The hand in his hair drifted down, a thumb brushing over his cheekbone

“Can I kiss you?” Rowan asked, not letting himself think of the irreparable damage he could be doing on their friendship.

With a smirk, Aelin said, “I thought you already did.”

Rowan hesitated before letting out a breathy laugh. “Well, then can I kiss you agai-.”

Before he could finish, Aelin had leaned toward him, and put her lips on his.

That hand on her though tightened and her other hand framed the side of his face, and Rowan Whitethorn forgot how to breathe as he kissed Aelin.

When they finally pulled apart, both beaming at each other, Rowan wrapped an arm around her and they settled onto the couch.

“I hope you have a pretty good present for me tomorrow,” Aelin said with a grin.

Rowan laughed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. He didn’t bother to tell her that no present would ever compare to this night, she was present enough.

#Rowaelin #Christmas 2020 #TOG #Throne of Glass #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #shara #rowan #aelin #modern au

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Leech Lord - Crux

Tyreen

Leda

There isn't anything Ty could have done differently or changed in her life that would have altered the path she would be forced down, that's totally out of her control. She's just a puppet at the end of razor wires when it comes to her decisions, her drives. It wouldn't have mattered what she had set her sights on when they reached Pandora. Could have worked in Eridium mines, could have become a merc, could have been a million different versions of herself and they all would have ended the same - a semi possessed dictator chasing after something she doesn't want and doesn't even understand, dragging her bloodied twin along behind her.

But there is one thing she could have chosen differently that would have altered that path massively, and it was what happened to her mother.

They were only 8, Troy and her, and she tries to convince herself often that that's excuse enough. Little kids can't control their temper well, right? It wasn't her fault, that's just how children that age are... except she knows that's a lie because she can distinctly remember making the choice.

"Use your words, Starlight."

Told lovingly so often, over and over by parents who wanted the best for her, who she trusted, who she knew were right every time she gave in to the anger and saw the disappointment in their eyes after, or like in Troy's as he turned and ran sobbing back towards their home while blood trickled down his shirt.

She knew they were exhausted, she knew the silence that hung like a guillotine over her brother's bed on that terrible night meant this time wasn't for her, but she'd made the choice. She could have used her words - but lashing out just felt so much better.

If she hadn't thrown that tantrum, screeching and flinging herself around the room, slamming her fists into half repaired O2 scrubbers she knew breaking would upset her parents, then Leda wouldn't have had to grab her, that slap wouldn't have come. The "Universe does not revolve around YOU, TYREEN." wouldn't have been needed, and her powers wouldn't have flared in response to the rush of uncontrolled emotion.

She made that choice.

She wanted the attention, she wanted to hurt them, she wanted Mom and Pop to stop staring at her stupid, limp, pale, wheezing brother and look at HER, and that killed their mother.

If Leda had not died that night, Troy wouldn't have lived.

If Troy hadn't lived, she never would have been able to leave Nekrotafeyo.

Would she have turned on her parents eventually, when her half of The Leech grew sick of waiting to be whole and realised the useless host it was trapped inside was unable to absorb what Troy had contained? Probably.

But she would never have reached Pandora, and that would have been for the better of the entire Universe.

Troy

"-tsk-... not like I have a choice."

That's a lie. He always did.

It's really hard to say if the reason Troy has always submitted to Tyreen is because of The Leech's influence, the Mouth commands and the Eye watches after all, or if it's just his natural disposition. For all his skill in leading, he doesn't enjoy it and never has. He likes to be useful, not in control. He wants satisfaction, not attention.

When she demanded he fly them off planet to leave Typhon and the only life he’d ever known behind like who he was didn’t matter, it didn't even cross his mind to just say no. Too conditioned from years of knowing he could be so easily overpowered mentally and physically by his stronger twin to understand how effortlessly he could drag her away from that ship and enforce his will. He's over a foot taller, even at his thinnest he massively outweighs her, and they both know her powers don't work on him.

Tyreen has been the dominant twin for practically as long as he can remember. There was a time when they were very young that they were equal physically, but as he got sicker, the gap between them grew. In Troy's mind, Tyreen is still able to push him over, crack his skull against a rock with ease. In his mind, she can still pin him while wrestling, lean weight down onto the weak side of his ribcage where there's no shoulder blade to protect it. She can twist his arm till his joints pop and then somehow convince everyone else that he’d just had an accident. She's faster, and stronger, and more dangerous than him - except in reality it's the total opposite.

He just doesn’t see what other people do so clearly.

He's fully aware of all this, but he still tells himself he has no choice, and every time he's done that he's shifted the course of his own future in a way he doesn't actually want.

He's always had a choice.

Even as she demands he turn the entire CoV towards hunting the Great Vault and abandoning everything the cult has worked towards since they birthed it, he defers to her command. Why? If he was to pin her against a wall, dare her to MAKE HIM, what would happen? If he confined her in a cell of raw Eridium, who does he actually think would fall first? He needs energy from her, yes... but Tyreen needs to feed constantly. He knows that. He knows that removed from sources to Leech from, she'd be left begging for his help well before he'd starve.

Every single time he tells himself he has no choice, he's making one.

Seifa

"You sure about this? Could use you at deck this season, gonna be a busy one, girl. Stay on, earn a bit more for the savings, cover your ass before you make the jump?"

"Nahhh Boss. It's time. Gut ain't done me wrong yet, and it's feeling like I should set out. Anyway, you won't get rid of me that easy, I'll still touch base every few months."

"Ugh... And here's me thinkin' I'd finally be done dealin' with you..."

"Hahaha, you WISH old man!"

If Sei hadn't left the fleet when she did, she would be absolutely miserable.

Not that she has any way to know that, and she'd bitch that she's miserable now anyway, but she's not really. Not in comparison.

She set out on her own earlier than the norm, just turning 20. Usually fledgers would stick around till 23, 24, long enough to have a backup cache - enough to cover a lean season of income or some bum deals, but she'd insisted she wouldn't fail, and she'd been partially right in the end.

If she'd stayed, that confidence would have slowly ebbed away. Been handed the next group of Rosk orphans to train up. Gotten attached. Gotten bored. Met someone who liked her enough to tolerate him and justify pushing her leaving date back a couple of years. Then a couple more. Then a few more... till even she knew it was just lip service and she wasn't going anywhere.

The next Rosk in a line of Rosks raising more Rosks and withering away in relative success till she'd take Boss's role when he eventually pissed off to the great beyond.

Never would have touched Pandora.

Wouldn't have cared about whatever was happening on that rock, with the Dune Witch and that, what was it, the "Crawling Sorrow" or something? Whole planet was being consumed by a mad space sorceresss from one side, and a curse or something from the other.

Deserved it anyway. Fuckin shithole, lol.

Asks are open!

#borderlands #borderlands 3 #bl3 #troy calypso #tyreen calypso #calypso twins #leech lord #seifa #my hcs #my writing

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thesurielships · 4 years

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feysand + “you promised me a cookie!”

kiss me like your ex is in the room

note: this is super late, I’m sorry. I hope you’re doing well, and I look forward to read your next creations when you feel better. Enjoy :))

note 2: uncle Colm is a character from Derry Girls and his lines are quoted from the show. It's a really good show, BTW.

Word count: 1.6k | Masterlist | ao3

It is a truth universally acknowledged that Rita’s bakery is the best in Velaris. They specialize in finger foods and exquisite little pastries, each more exotic and original than the next; but the town’s favorite – or at least, Feyre’s favorite – will always be their double chocolate chip cookies.

These are no simple cookies. Even though they have been critiqued by many a reputed culinary writer, the secret to the complexity of their taste has yet to be uncovered. With a chewy center and crispy edges, chocolate chips that explode in your mouth and a bittersweet aftertaste that is nothing short of addictive, plus the extreme exclusivity of Rita’s services, they are nothing short of an urban legend. In fact, hiring Rita for an event earns you a spot on the local gossip column for weeks, no questions asked.

Feyre supposes she shouldn’t be surprised that her cunning devil of a sister managed to get them to cater for her wedding. Or that she only made her maid of honor in order to work her to the bone. Nevertheless, as she gazes at Nesta’s dazzling smile and the absolutely enamored look in Cassian’s eyes, Feyre finds she is glad to be here. Even though she didn’t get to the cookies in time.

Her friend Alis catches her eye from a few tables away and as she walks towards her, a familiar voice makes her pause.

“Now, I don't mind a bit of a breeze, if any, I prefer it. But that one was aggressive. So I says to myself. I say 'Colm, this is no day for a do'. ”

The steadiness of his monotone never fails to amaze her.

“When the bride arrives, and I say by this stage, the wind was fierce. I've never heard wind like it -”

Feyre dares a peek at the new victim of her uncle Colm’s boring and endless ramblings, and the sight that greets her almost makes up for the missing cookies. Rhysand - the best man and general pain in her ass ever since she met him a couple of months ago – is the portrait of boredom. He is slouching in his chair, his chin in his hand and his eyelids drooping as he struggles to focus on uncle Colm’s story. It’s the first time she sees him without his usual smirk, and she hates that she misses it.

“Howling like a banshee it was,” her uncle drones on. “So the poor girl –”

Feyre clears her throat and Rhysand starts. She bites back a laugh at the hope that kindles in his face when he sees her.

“Feyre dear, I was just telling this handsome young fellow about –”

“The windy wedding story?”

Uncle Colm smiles at her fondly. “You remember?”

She nods solemnly. “It’s a very funny story. You should hear the rest of it, Rhysand,” she adds with a smirk.

Rhysand’s eyes are wide with horror. She can almost hear him shout ‘save me!’

“So the poor girl,” her uncle resumes his retelling, “the bride now this is –”

Feyre raises a brow defiantly. Why should I?

“She arrives and –”

He glances to his side and she follows his gaze. The prick has not one, not two, but three of Rita’s cookies on a plate.

“Isn't she no –”

“Uncle Colm,” she exclaims in a high pitched tone, “I’m sorry to interrupt such a good story, but I actually need Rhysand for a very urgent matter.”

The usually unflappable best man practically jumps out of his seat. “Duty calls, uncle Colm.”

“That’s a shame,” her uncle sighs. “I was so close to the end. Are you sure –”

“Yes,” Rhysand squeaks, and Feyre coughs to hide her laugh. “Maybe next time,” he throws over his shoulder as he drags her away.

No sooner are they out of earshot that she collapses into a fit of giggles. Rhysand frowns and she laughs harder. He tries to keep his face stern but the corners of his lips are twitching. When she finally sobers up, Feyre offers him her hand, palm up.

One groomed eyebrow lifts. “What?”

“What do you mean, what? You promised me a cookie!”

Rhysand slides his hands into his pockets and Feyre’s heart sinks. “I did no such thing.”

“But, but,” she sputters, “I saw you! You looked at those cookies!”

He chuckles, low and soft. “Those cookies aren’t mine, Feyre darling.”

“You tricked me.”

She glares up at him but freezes when her eyes fall on the doors behind him. Tamlin is here. The blood drains from her face. She can feel herself quaking in her heels and she hates how he makes her feel small just by walking in the room.

“What’s wrong?”

She doesn’t answer.

What in the Cauldron is he doing here? Is he here for me?

Her chest is too tight. She can’t breathe.

He’s here for me, he’s here for me, he’s here for-

“Feyre.”

She startles at Rhysand’s voice. He turns to look behind him and she grabs him by the lapel. “Don’t,” she whispers.

He patiently waits for her to explain.

“Tamlin, my ex –”

Understanding dawns in his eyes. His smile is grim.

Feyre dares another glance over his shoulder. “He’s –” she croaks, swallows, clears her throat, “comin –”

Rhysand’s lips on hers stop her short.

Feyre just stands there, too stunned to react. He draws away slightly. His hands cup her face and his thumbs stroke her cheeks lovingly. His gaze is steady on hers as he waits for her to make the next move.

Her hands are still clutching his lapels so she pulls him close and kisses him.

She means to repel Tamlin, but as soon as their lips meet she forgets everything but the man that has been haunting her dreams for months. The kiss is slow and languorous, and Feyre wonders at the softness of his lips, the gentleness of his caress. Her fingers bury in his hair and his hands trail down to her waist, setting her skin burning on their wake. She moans and he smiles. She bites his lower lip so he allows her entry, and Feyre is so busy committing the taste of him, the feel of him to memory that it takes her a couple of minutes to realize that someone is watching.

A throat clears next to them, and Feyre pulls away. Rhysand’s eyes are a mirror of what she’s feeling: a mixture of surprise, delight and longing. His smile is slow as he reads the naked emotions on her face, his hold tightening around her waist. Her fingers are still caressing the soft hair at the base of his neck.

Tamlin clears his throat once again and Feyre reluctantly untangles herself from Rhysand, though he nestles his hand in the small of her back to keep her close.

“Tamlin,” she begins and is surprised to find her voice strong and her knees steady. She remembers something an old friend of hers told her in the dark days following their break up. ‘Only you can decide what breaks you.’ And here, in Nesta’s wedding and in Rhysand’s arms, Feyre decides she is done being afraid of her controlling asshole of an ex.

She levels a condescending glare at Tamlin and says nothing, but he’s too busy scowling at Rhys to notice. “Who. Are. You?”

Feyre’s nostrils flare. How typical of him to dismiss her, to address any one but her as though what she has to say doesn’t matter.

Rhysand’s only answer is his arrogant smirk, and she kind of wants to laugh.

“Tamlin.”

Now he looks at her, frowning at the smirk dancing on her lips, a mirror of her companion’s.

“This is my boyfriend, Rhys. But you can call him Rhysand.”

Her accomplice’s fingers poke her side in amusement. “And who might you be?” he asks, looking down his nose at the man who has been haunting her nightmares for months.

“I’m Feyre’s fiancé,” Tamlin bites back.

Rhysand’s face is disinterested, almost bored. “Darling, you didn’t tell me you were engaged.”

She shoots him a sheepish smile. “I guess it slipped my mind.” And because she just can’t help herself, she puts a hand back on his muscled chest and says in a sultry voice, “I can’t think of much when you’re around.”

The moment she says it, the truth of it resonates in her heart. She doesn’t know what gives her away, but something sparks in Rhysand’s eyes and he pulls her impossibly closer. “Yeah?”

She bites her lip. “Yeah.”

His smile takes her breath away. She doesn’t bother looking back at Tamlin as she declares, “For the record, asshole, we are not engaged. I refused your proposal three months ago.”

“You were confused. You don’t know what –” Tamlin starts but Rhysand interrupts him, “You heard the lady.”

Rhysand’s gaze doesn’t stray from hers for a second. Feyre is drowning, no, floating in this moment. She feels free, unmoored. She wants to throw her head back and laugh until she cries. She wants to dance until her feet ache. She wants to hold this man and never let go.

“Thank you,” her voice is earnest. “You saved me.”

He leans so close their noses touch. “You know, Tamlin left a few seconds ago.”

Feyre loops her arms around his neck. “Is that so?”

His eyes are brighter than stars. “About those cookies,” he begins, almost hesitantly. “I could bake you some.”

She raises a disbelieving brow.

“I know, I know. I’m no Rita, but I happen to have a mighty good recipe. Except instead of flour, I use oatmeal –”

Feyre grimaces.

“Instead of butter, coconut oil.”

She scrunches her nose in disgust.

“And instead of chocolate –”

“You’re replacing chocolate?”

“It could be a date.”

Feyre’s heart stumbles. She glances left and right then stands on the tips of her toes to whisper conspiratorially in his ear. “I would be burned at the stake if the people around here found out I chose this awful creation instead of a good ol’ Ritacookie –”

Rhysand rolls his eyes.

“But it’s a date.”

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blackdogdesignuk · 3 years

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The Diner Dilemma

Written by Blackdogdesignuk

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30510615

Warnings: explicit, smutt, porn without plot, maybe a slight plot. Sub/Dom play, light bdsm, forced orgasms, hand free, sex toys, humiliation, exhibitionism, hint at kink shaming, restraints, Mr. not-much-dialogue Whiskey, no consent, clit slapping, girl on girl. girl on boy.

Summary:

You've never felt such conflicting feelings before, as Poppy meanly flicked your pert nipples you felt the embarrassment creep over your face but deep down a small stab of shameless pleasure inside was eating away at you. Neither of you were trained for this sort of torture.

Notes:

Self insert warnings: It's a female self insert, I think, she has a vagina anyway and I'm using she/her pronouns ...also she's blushing petal pink which suggests her skin tone as Caucasian, she's based on me, a pale ass white girl. Also she has a name, or a nickname anyhow. I've no idea what I'm doing.

2.4k words I believe of the most self indulgent thing I've ever written. To be honest it's the only thing I'd class as a fanfiction I've written. I write short poems not porn but this whole scene came to me whilst participating in the (solo) business of pleasure. That's when I thought, Jesus there is something wrong with me... Maybe other people will like this too? 😳😂

Also do I know how to use page breaks? .. 😒 no.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

"Well if this isn't the most interesting situation we've found ourselves In!"

Poppy exclaimed playfully. The setting sun was blinding you slightly through the big diner windows, bathing the whole bar area in a warm orange glow. Poppy Adams was pacing the retro diner floor in front of the table you were currently tied to. Shivering with adrenaline and maybe cold because you had been embarrassingly stripped down to your knickers and the very thin, very see through strappy top you wore under your work clothes. The ropes rubbing against your wrists behind your back were burning into you as you slienty struggled against your restraints.

"Now see here Miss" exclaimed Agent Whiskey "Your boarish robot hounds almost ripped my good hand clean off!"

"Quiet down please Jack" Miss Adams' sickly sweet baby voice disgusted you "I set a very clever honeytrap for one of those sneaky undercover agents who were following me and well.. here you are! Agent... Babydoll is it?" She nodded at you "yes you look like a Babydoll... Poor sweet girl fell for it hook, line and sinker... I didn't expect you to be with her" Poppy kicked Whiskey's boots "Intel suggested you were undercover in London with Kingsman. How wrong we were and I've managed catch not one but TWO Statesman agents in my sticky web! What a bounty eh?" Poppy Adams smiled whilst seating herself at the bar, swinging her legs playfully.

You glanced over at your partner hoping he had been formulating a plan to get you both out of this mess, however he looked just as confused as you were with his hands tied to the table legs behind his head and they had even secured him around his broad middle. Like a trussed up pig ready for slaughter, least he’d kept his jeans on you though jealously.

Poppy cleared her throat "Now we are going to play a little game my dears, we've all the time in the world whilst I wait from your bosses about my demands and I'm bored and feeling a little evil this morning"

Your heartbeat kicked up a notch as she clicks her fingers and one of her minions barged through the kitchen double doors, dragging some sort of dentist/barbers chair. He heaved it loudly across the floor until it was positioned in front of you.

As Poppy opened a box she'd pulled out from behind the bar, her henchman was busying himself with untying you from the table and man handling you into this very hard and very uncomfortable chair. It was as dated as the rest of this joint you thought, like something you'd find in a 1920's barbers, however this one had been modified clearly as it had big buckle straps on the arms where your wrists would go, metal stirrups and more straps where your legs would be resting on the small platform.

You watch confused as he quickly made himself scarce and you see Poppy had now armed herself a black leather handled flogger, it had gunmetal grey chains hanging down delicately from where she'd wrapped it around her wrist.

Oh shit.

Poppy Adams pushed you back forcefully into the chair until every soft part of you was exposed. You wouldn't be that embarrassed, it was an empty room, however you were hyper aware of the fact Agent Whiskey was tied up and eye level with your crotch a literal stone's throw away from you.

Smiling as she stung your thigh with a sharp bite of her cat o' nine tails Poppy then almost lovingly parted your legs and placed your feet into into the stirrups of the medical contraption. Completely.. completely vulnerable you thought as she buckled your wrists tight and pulled a small lever on the chair which made the metal stirrups spread your legs wide to keep you in place and exposed fully.

Sheepishy you glanced up to make eye contact with Agent Whiskey, trying to give him an apologetic look but to your suprise you found he was blushing severely and his eyes were darting around, looking at everything but you. Even his ears were slowly turning pinker by the second and you swear he had a small bead of sweat making its way down his temple.

What a bitch you thought.

"No Agent Whiskey" Poppy snapped as she walked over to him "give your colleague your full attention, she obviously wants it, the least you can do is look whilst I torture her in front of you"

Poppy grabbed Jack's face with it hand and directed it at you. "I think you'll like the show I'm going to give you? You may try look away in some sort of twisted respect agent but the tight bluge in your jeans is a dead give away that your enjoying this as much as I am."

"This is not right Ma'am....I can't.. p-pleeeasagggh" stuttered Whiskey helplessly as Poppy Adam's jumped off his lap and slapped your partner across the face, cutting short his pleas. Turning quickly around she walked to grab a big pink dildo from the case on the bar, it was about 10 inches long and the tasteful thickness of it suprised you. You felt sure you had the same one in your bedside drawer at home..

Walking up behind you Poppy leant over your shoulder, making bedroom eyes at Jack whilst the she nibbled your ear and slowly dragged the sex toy down your body, teasing your skin.. slowly...slowly.. until she came to the outside of your lacy knickers. Pressing a button on the side, it started vibrating at the tip which caused you to jump unexpectedly as the vibrations tickled your clit through the fabric of your underwear. She worked at you for a good few minutes. Pulling hot pants from your lips and giving you cold sweats whilst you tried to stop your eyes rolling in to the back of your head.

"Oh Honeybee, I'm going to make you cum for me now, right here in front of your colleagues and there isn't a thing you can do about it. I'm in control.." she whispered into your ear whilst squeezing your nipple with her other free hand. "..and there is nothing you can do about it, your body will betray you and I will get what I want" a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through your crotch as she caught your clit in just the perfect spot. You gasped surprising even your self at how thicky sexual it sounded.

Deciding the fabric was hindering her efforts, Poppy swiftly tugged them off and dragged them down your legs, catching them slightly on the metal parts of the chair. Abandoning you a moment she spat on her hand and slapped your clit which was now becoming more swollen by the minute, you mewled at the shock of the sting. Your nipples hard as bullets now as she slid the whole length slowly in to your aching pussy. The sound of it sliding in to your wet cunt was so obscene and Jack was just staring now, mouth slighty parted, the buttons on his jeans threatening to pop at any moment. This did nothing but spur you on despite the degrading act being forced upon you, deep down being the submissive was always a fantasy of yours. Did Poppy know this? Or did she not expect you to like this sort of kink torture? Maybe you were more fucked up than you originally thought.

Your face prickled with shame as a pink glow crept over your cheeks. Concious of your nose and chin as it always threatened to betray you when you were very aroused turning a rosy pink petal colour. Thinking back to the many nights you'd spent in hotel rooms during undercover missions with your partner. Thinking about when you came hard but silently, stifling a fist into your mouth, knowing Agent Whiskey was in the next room and secret wishing it was him who'd given you such a long, wet, sticky orgasm. Your face sold you out though, it was a dead give away when you answered the door to his frantic knocks and requests to get dressed, informing you about the change of plans from HQ. You suspected he did know...he's not dumb. Jack's eyes had shot from your crumpled up bed sheets back to your flushed cheeks and chin, lingering on your face a little longer than you'd expect..

That same flushed look you had then was painted over your face now and he knew it too as he seemingly couldn't now break eye contact with you.

As Poppy fucked you messily with the dildo, your body abandoned you getting more juicy and slippery by the minute. The tension in the room could have been cut with a knife, and was only penetrated by the obscene sound of your gushing pussy and your uneven pants, trying to catch your breath and fight against the unwanted pleasure rocking thorough your body. Miss Adam's slowly removed the plastic member that she was fucking your cunt with and dipped two fingers deep into you, coating them in your slick.

Thankful for the breather you closed your eyes for a moment but when you opened them you watched horrified as she'd wandered over to Whiskey and smeared your creamy mess all over Jack's face, forcefully slipping a finger into his mouth so he could taste that sweet nectar. You bit your lip as Jack was clearly struggling against wanting to take control of the situation and enjoying this too much.

Did he like it? What is she doing now? She's touching his jeans.. oh Jesus, please... Don't...

Jealousy panged deep in your stomach. Poppy was now sliding his zipper down but she didn't really need to help him much more as the button popped it's self open. Quickly realising why as it was absolutely magnificent. Looking into his big brown eyes you couldn't tell if he was enjoying your pain or sympathising with it, but his now thick, beautiful, coffee coloured cock was standing to attention and jerking with each grunt he made in an attempt to clean his new creamy moustache off with his tounge.

Poppy just laughed staring at the sorry sight she'd created. "I've heard of men cumming hands free before but I've never witnessed it, let's see Babydoll do you think we could make it happen for him? It would be humiliating right? ESPECIALLY as I’d forgot to mention the live feed you have in that fancy cowboy hat you're wearing Whiskey, it's playing all this fun back to your HQ right?"

Fuck!

You gasped, hoping Ginger had enough respect for you both to turn off the audio and video feed but leaving the GPS tracking active so we could at least be rescued.

"Yes, yes, I know they can track you, in all honesty I wasn't expecting any ransom I just wanted to fuck with you both for shits and giggles to be honest" Poppy smirked.

You blinked, looking back at Jack for some sort of reaction to this horrifying news but he just had his eyes closed and was thrusting his hips into nothingness, beads of sticky precum were dripping from the tip of his dick on to his jeans. That big beautiful dick swaying and twitching in the air, it was mesmerising. Clearly Poppy was paying attention too as she drapped the chains of the whip over his throbbing cock causing Whiskey to cry out and jump in anticipation.

"You dirty boy Jack Daniels" she scoffed and pulled her flail back so fast it caught the tip of his penis sharply making him whimper in pain.

Paying her attention back to you, she took the vibrating member in her perfectly manicured hands and held it on your clit. It was too painfully long, stoking your fire relentlessly, not letting you have even a second to compose your self as you struggled to fight down the familiar sensation quite literally buzzing in your nerve endings.

For fuck sake, I don't want this! I can't give her the satisfaction of the screaming orgasm she's forcing out of me.

You writhed, swinging between pleasure and pain, it was too intense. Too sensitive. Your thighs were shaking with anticipation as you edged closer and closer to your climax. Agent Whiskey stared intensely at your body, his chest rising fast now, he looked like a man possessed. He was close, you could tell. His face contorted in to an almost painful state of bliss.

Glassy eyed, his rhythm faultered and his hips tensed as thick ropes of cum shot out of his spent cock and splattered on to his heaving stomach. Once, twice, three times he twitched releasing more and more hot creamy fluid. Jack gasped for air as his orgasm dribbled down slowly over his beautiful tanned skin making quite a mess of his public hair. His face shined with sweat whilst he stared at you, beautiful brown eyes apologising, shame painted across his expression.

"Oh d-darlin.." he managed to stutter.

Well, that was the final nail in your coffin. Tipping you over the edge, you let out the filthiest moan you had ever given anyone, inspired out of darkest depths of your depraved mind. Your orgasm gushed out of your swollen slippery pussy and slid down the shaft of the dildo she was using to finish you off. It pooled satisfyingly in a creamy mess just above your asshole, threatening to spoilt the leather chair you were strapped to.

''There you go Babydoll, we got there in the end didn't we... You both must have been sooo tightly wound. What... Was that a record 4 minutes until Whisky shot his load hmm?" She sneered with that stupid baby voice and then leaned in close to your face "..and you clearly have had a lot of practice havn't you? Look at that pretty pussy all messed up. I might even get him to crawl over here and clean you up huh? But that would be just what you want I now suspect..."

BOOM..

Poppy's sentence was interrupted by a huge explosion from the back of the Diner, as a dozen men ran in to the room.

You closed your eyes in relief. God damn it, Ginger. Took your time honey...

Notes:

I don't think forced orgasm and light bondage will have a huge audience but I would never forgive myself if I didn't make this into at least a paragraph or more.

I have also created a piece of art to go along side this story see my socials here to find it -https://linktr.ee/blackdogdesignuk also a video showing the 'making of' the sketch my tiktok - search Bettyblushes

Please excuse any grammatical errors mistakes, I truly tried to catch them all but it's been a hot decade since I studied at school. 😬

#Pedro pascal #agent whiskey #Jack Daniels #kingsman #Statesman #A03

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bing-fucker · 4 years

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Winter Wolf Syndrome

This was requested by someone but I genuinely cannot remember their URL, I’m so sorry.

I am... so sorry this took forever. I kept getting distracted by things and then losing motivation and anyway I’m so sorry. I meant to save the original ask as a draft but I accidentally posted it and then had to delete it so I’m sorry for that.

To explain for anyone who is new, the Shifter AU is an alternate universe where all of the egos are animal shapeshifters and share certain characteristics with those animals, like their mating season and their height is generally influenced by the animal, like Jameson being small because he’s a rabbit or Jackie being tall because he’s a grey wolf. Most of the egos keep certain physical characteristics in their human form, for example both Jackie and Silver keep their ears and tails and Silver keeps his eyes like a fox’s.

And as much as I would adore to make Silver a literal silver fox, in general I imagine him as albino in my AUs (I genuinely have no idea why I do, to be honest, but I think it has something to do with I like his appearance to have a similar aesthetic to his suit) so he will be an albino red fox. He’s also trans, as usual for my AUs, because I make all the characters I relate to trans.

Jackie’s nickname for Silver, vix, is a shortening of vixen. Jackie uses it because it’s also used for flirtatious women, and he has specific permission from Silver to use it for him.

Henrik’s german line “Ich möchte mich recht herzlich bedanken” means “I would like to thank you sincerely.” It’s a formal way of saying thank you when someone has helped you a lot, and Henrik is definitely thankful for not having to deal with Jackie anymore.

Warning: Mating cycles, rough sex, slight aggression, use of cunt and clit to refer to a transman’s genitalia, slight breeding kink, fingering, mating press position, scratching, dirty talk, biting. As always, ask me to add any necessary warnings!

Silver hadn’t visited Jackie yet. It was mid February, smack in the middle of Silver’s own mating season but still pretty early in Jackie’s. As much as he would have loved to be able to visit his mate in the past month and a half, he’d gotten busy with helping Dark with their plans and fighting crime. Silver felt bad about it, honestly. Jackie always had it worse during his mating season than Silver did.

Silver groaned as he awoke to his phone ringing on the bedside table. It’d been a long day and he’d finally managed to get to sleep, only to be woken up twenty minutes later by his phone blaring. Silver groaned again and rolled over, grabbing his phone and answering without bothering to even check the caller ID.

“Hallo. Did I wake you?” Silver sat up at the German accent on the other end of the phone. In general, Silver didn’t talk to Henrik a lot. He and the crow could be considered acquaintances, but they never actively sought each other out. So either Henrik was bored out of his mind and everyone he usually spoke to was asleep or otherwise occupied or something was wrong.

“Schneep? Is something wrong?” Silver asked, all sense of sleepiness gone.

“Sort of. Can you come over? Jackie is getting a bit...”

“Much to deal with?” Silver finished for him, sighing deeply. “Okay. I’ll be right over. Try to keep him calm until then, okay?”

“I will certainly do my best,” Henrik replied, sighing as well. “Ich möchte mich recht herzlich bedanken.”

“Anytime,” Silver replied, setting his phone to the side after Henrik hung up. He didn’t know German, but he’d heard Henrik thank people enough times to know the gist of what it meant. Silver sighed and climbed out of bed to get dressed.

Silver could hear Jackie’s howling from outside the front door and he was pretty sure it was hell to Jackie’s housemates. Although Silver didn’t mind, and he couldn’t help the thrill of arousal that show up his spine at the sound. Jackie wasn’t really much for howling, especially not in his human form. If Jackie was howling, he was desperate.

Silver knocked awkwardly on the front door. It took about fifteen seconds before a very pissed off pit bull opened the door. Chase’s eyes were rimmed with dark bags and his ears were flat against his head.

“Hi, Chase,” Silver greeted awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head.

“You’re late,” Chase grumbled, glaring up at the fox.

“I came as quick as I could after Schneep called-”

“You’re about a month and a half late, my dude. Fuckin’ dick has destroyed the kitchen twice now.”

“Oh. Uh. Can I just... go up to him?”

“Please do,” Chase agreed, stepping away from the door and gesturing for Silver to go. “And shower next time, we can all smell your heat a mile away.”

“I woke up thirty minutes ago, Brody, give me a break,” Silver grumbled, pushing past the shorter man and making his way up to Jackie’s room quickly.

“Are you going to let me in or do I have to sit outside all night listening to you scream?” Silver asked, knocking on the door to Jackie’s bedroom. Jackie’s melodramatic howling quickly stopped as he opened the door, immediately dragging Silver into the room and hugging him as tight as he could.

“Hello to you, too, wolfy,” Silver greeted, biting his lip gently as Jackie pressed his face against Silver’s throat and gently dragged his teeth against the sensitive skin.

“You’re a jerk,” Jackie grumbled, nuzzling the smaller man lovingly.

“I know,” Silver replied, moving one hand to rub Jackie’s back. “I’m sorry, love. I never meant to be gone for so long.”

“It’s okay, vix,” Jackie replied, pulling away slightly to pull Silver’s shirt off before kissing down his chest. “I’m just glad you’re here now.”

“Mm, me too,” Silver agreed, gently running his hand through Jackie’s hair. Jackie nodded and gently licked one of Silver’s nipples, drawing a soft moan from the fox.

“Your housemates aren’t too happy with you,” Silver commented, gently pushing Jackie away and pulling off his jeans. Jackie grinned and quickly shoved his boxers off, laying in the center of his bed. Silver grinned lightly and pulled his own boxers off before climbing onto the bed and straddling Jackie’s hips.

“I said I was sorry about the kitchen,” Jackie grumbled, gently placing his hands on Silver’s hips and leaning up in tandem with Silver leaning down to meet him in a kiss. Silver grinned and rested his hands on Jackie’s shoulders, carefully shifting to a more comfortable position as they kissed.

It was, perhaps, a bit sadistic of him, but he liked knowing that Jackie was desperate for him. Jackie was almost always firm and in control of himself and his desires. It was flattering in a way for Silver to know that his absence had caused this much desperation- even if it was really just because of the mating season.

Jackie moaned softly into the kiss, running one hand up Silver’s back into his hair and the other down past the curve of Silver’s ass and down to his cunt. Silver whined softly as Jackie pushed a finger into him, pulling away from the kiss to breathe and panting heavily. Jackie grinned and licked his lips, looking up at Silver and slowly pushing another finger into him.

“I knew you were as desperate as me,” Jackie breathed, crooking his fingers and rubbing them against Silver’s inner walls in a way he knew would make the younger superhero collapse against his chest, which he predictably did. Silver whined softly, pressing his forehead against Jackie’s shoulder and rocking down against his hips.

“This is a really awkward angle for my wrist,” Jackie commented, although he couldn’t find it in himself to shift to a more comfortable position with Silver’s soft breathe against his throat like it was. Silver whimpered and shifted, grinding his hips back against Jackie’s fingers and his cock.

“Ah, fuck,” Jackie hissed, jerking his hips up against Silver and pulling his fingers out of him quickly. Silver whined unhappily, clenching around nothing desperately. “You’re getting slick all over me, you know.”

“Don’t care,” Silver breathed, gently biting Jackie’s throat and sucking a dark mark into it. Jackie growled and quickly shifted positions, pushing Silver onto the bed and forcing him into a mating press position.

“Why do you always choose the most uncomfortable positions?” Silver asked, whimpering as Jackie teasingly rubbed the head of his cock against Silver’s clit.

“Genuinely? You relax more when you’re uncomfortable because you don’t want to get hurt,” Jackie replied, grinning and leaning down to kiss Silver’s nose. “it’s like yoga. Plus, I really want to breed you right now, vix.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Silver breathed, arching his back with a moan as Jackie thrust his hips against him. “Stop teasing and fuck me, Jackie.”

“Gladly,” Jackie growled, grinning wolfishly before thrusting his cock into Silver and moaning. Silver gasped and moaned loudly, arching his back and rocking down against Jackie’s cock desperately.

Jackie growled darkly and quickly started fucking Silver, thrusting as fast and hard as he could. Silver moaned loudly, scratching down Jackie’s back harshly as the wolf fucked him. Jackie groaned and leaned down, biting Silver’s shoulder sucking harshly to make a large mark on Silver’s pale skin.

“Fuck, vix,” Jackie growled, gripping Silver’s hips hard enough to bruise. “Gonna breed you so fucking good, vix. And mark you so everyone knows you’re mine. All mine.” Silver moaned in response and arched his back, tightening around Jackie as he came. Jackie growled and thrust into Silver brutally for a few more minutes, his hips stuttering until he finally slammed his knot into Silver’s cunt and came, biting the fox’s throat and sucking a large, dark mark into it.

Silver relaxed against the bed, breathing heavily and moaning very faintly at the feeling of Jackie filling him before he spoke. “Fuck, Jackie,” Silver whimpered, reaching up to feel the bruise on his throat Jackie left. “I’m gonna need a scarf to cover this up.”

“Don’t cover it,” Jackie replied, very carefully moving Silver’s legs back onto the bed and snuggling closer to the fox. “Let everyone see. Mine.”

“Yours,” Silver agreed, rubbing Jackie’s back gently when the other man started thrusting his hips again. “Wait, wolfy. Wait for your knot to shrink before we can go for round two.”

Jackie whined unhappily but stopped moving regardless, snuggling closer to Silver. “Sleep, then. Round two after.”

Silver laughed and nodded, pressing his head against Jackie’s shoulder and settling in to sleep. After all, he had been waken up less than an hour ago to rush over. Jackie grinned lightly and kissed Silver’s nose after the fox fell asleep before he snuggled closer and went to sleep himself.

#shifter au #as usual weak ending

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hollyhomburg · 6 years

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BTS as your boyfriend

A/N: Is there supposed to be an order to reactions? some of these features specified occupations of the reader and there are touches of smut and angst but this is mostly fluff

W/C: 2.1k

Seokjin

Takes cooking classes with you but half of the time the two of you get distracted (you tease him by grabbing his thighs and he retaliates by gripping a handful of your ass)

“This tastes good- but not as good as you” is one of his favorite things to say and you’ll often take turns saying it, (ie you’ll say it over breakfast, and then he’ll say it a few days later at dinner.

Doesn’t let his family intimidate you by bringing you around for a surprise visit so that you can see his parents in a more natural form and not their “Miss Korea and CEO” glory. Because to Seokjin- they’re just mom and dad.

Will literally drop everything if you say that you just need to get away for a little while. The two of you will often pack a suitcase and just go to the airport for a weekend- not quite sure where you’re going to go until you get to the airport

king of pet names.

Is literally the most caring prince whenever you get sick, rubbing down your sore muscles with his strong hands aided by vapor rub

Called up your mother to find out how she used to make soup when you were sick.

Regularly makes you apart of his Vlive’s.

The fans request that you two do a competition of who can stay silent the longest and you make him laugh within seconds.

So Seokjin has to make you your favorite meal because you won and the entire Vlive is just you making puns out of things in the kitchen

You hold up an onion and say “onion-haseyo” to greet the fans.

You Throw a roll at him “I’m on a roll”

hold up a piece of meat “the tur-KEY to cooking is a good attitude!”

You distract him so much that the sauce burns.

Wakes up early to cook you breakfast foods.

Yoongi

Both of you keep really strange sleep schedules.

Some nights you’ll call him up and you’ll go to the Local Park and play basketball together to work off some of your energy.

And he thinks it’s hilarious and adorable how competitive you get

Hears you humming one morning while you’re getting ready and records the sound on his phone only to use it as the hook on his next song (And it ends up being kind of an anniversary present)

Sometimes when he’s away and he can’t sleep and you’re not awake because of the time difference he’ll just play it to hear a little bit of your voice.

And it will lull him easily to sleep.

Complains about how needy you can get but at the end of the day it’s always him making grabby hands at you for cuddles or holding your hand tighter in crowds.

Puts his hand on your thigh while he’s driving. lots of back hugs.

God forbid any man show interest in you he’ll let all his Dageu swagger show.

lovingly calls you “punk”

both you and Yoongi enjoy quite a lot- you both have a tendency to get overstimulated and overwhelmed by the world.

When you’re having a bad day you’ll curl up on his couch in his studio and he’ll turn the lights down low and pull you into his lap,

And you use his soundproofed headphones to block out the noises of the world while he works on his laptop.

And Yoongi can periodically comfort you by running a hand down your calf and watch as you slowly relax, your body becoming jelly next to him.

He’ll wake you up with soft kisses on your cheeks and his low grumbly voice asking “better?”

Hoseok

Will try to teach you how to dance no matter how many times you’ve kind of…failed at being taught? Hoseok loves to spend time with you regardless.

Loves to guide your body into movements, he’s got a thing about control

Defiantly one of the kinkier ones in bed, he has a little thing for bondage and sensory deprivation; both giving and receiving.

He is absolutely whipped for you and would do anything to please you.

He likes to buy you flowers, sunflowers most of the time.

Spends late nights with you staying up talking about your future, he’s actually the one out of all the boys that will probably ask about marriage first. (After Namjoon and Jungkook)

Thought it will be more of a thing that the two of you discuss rather than him just springing it on you.

He’d want to make sure you were on the same page as he was; every step of the way.

The two of you talk about everything- and plan out your future meticulously even though you know things rarely ever go to plan.

You go back and forth arguing about whether you’ll want a modern vs American style house,

about possible pets and how big of a backyard you want (though you defiantly know you want enough space for a garden.)

You argue about kids’ names and whether or not you’ll try to push music and the arts on your children.

You know it might be foolish to dream, but Hoseok tells you that it’s just as foolish not to daydream, - without a plan for your future how do you know where you’re headed?

but Somehow Hoseok thinks he’d always know the way to happiness if you whereby his side.

Namjoon

Loves going to cafes to read with you. Takes picnics in the park just so you can sit and draw’s each other (even though he can’t draw for shit)

He keeps one of the doodles you drew in his wallet; right next to a picture the two of you took in a photo booth.

Takes pictures of things when he’s away and sends it too you with captions like “this reminded me of you.” sometimes it’s a cute animal and he says “this is you in pet form!”

Likes to do little crafts with you once he realizes finds pleasure in working with his hands- it helps him learn to control (no god of destruction tendencies anymore) and calm down his over-excitable nature.

Helps you repaint one of the rooms in your apartment and ends up having a paint fight with you. (Gives you handprints on your ass)

Always leaves a romance novel with you before he goes away for a stretch of time with a little notes saying that the romantic lead will keep you company until he gets back.

Loves to hear you singing in the mornings softly under your breath- almost like you don’t realize you’re doing it.

Pulls some strings and gets you to meet your favorite author for your birthday.

You spend half of your time hiding behind Namjoon too nervous to meet them, but afterword’s you end up launching into a discussion about charters with the author and completely forgetting your boyfriend next to you

But at the end of the day, that’s why Namjoon loves you-you're so passionate.

Jimin

This boy loves matching everything! Matching pajamas, matching designer shoes, he’d even tried to convince you to dye your hair pink with him once but that was where you drew the line.

Gets matching couples necklaces.

He’s your best hype man, taking photos of you for your Instagram and always making you feel praised.

Jimin loves how you’ll blush and get embarrassed- maybe a little too much, he has a little bit of a praise kink himself.

Does this thing where he’ll put his full weight on top of you and then refuse to move, saying that you’re too comfy.

He’ll start to fake snore, and then giggle and thrash when you start to tickle him- queue a mutual tickle fight that he always wins.

Secretly Kind of loves the jealous looks people give the two of you- because you’re the “it” couple and you both know it.

You guys don’t talk about your feelings much, but some night’s he’ll come in from a particularly difficult day and he won’t be able to meet your eyes when you say his name.

You’ll drag him into the bathroom. Sometimes you’ll shower together and other times you’ll just slowly clean his face of makeup and run a cold cloth over his arms.

You’ll stand in between his legs and tell him about your day, and by the time you’ve applied his skincare regime he’s lost that far away look in his eyes.

Then the two of you will spend a little while winding down watching a movie or something before you fall asleep against his chest. Listening to his heartbeat.

Jimin wonders what he did to get someone as caring as you in his life.

Taehyung

Asked you out during the Seoul lantern festival, you were all bundled up in his jacket and his scarf. He loves seeing you in his clothes

Wrote, “I wish you’d be my girl” on a lantern for a wish, and then slowly turned It so that you could see it while hiding his face.

When the two of you let it go he watched you with baited breath, until you nervously pulled him in for a kiss.

Asks you to put on fashion shows for him. but always end with him sighing and saying, “I still think you look best in your birthday suit“ and you’ll slap his arm but let him pull you in close for a steamy kiss.

Make out sessions everywhere- backstage, in the studio, in the hallway closet.

Will buy expensive lingerie for you literally just to make it dirty

Supports you in designing your own clothes and making alterations to make it fit you and your style.

You’re kind of known as the hot topic fashion designer with the idol boyfriend.

Wears one of your pieces to an event and when asked who he’s wearing he proudly proclaims “my girlfriend!”

Can be the tiniest bit possessive of you- and if you ever get angry at him he’ll just put his hands on your waist and say

“Do you think the Louvre would ever let a Picasso go? The world treasures and protects masterpieces babe which is why I feel the need to treasure you.”

Absolutely loves it when you run your fingers through his hair, you’ll go to his performances and he’ll get all sweaty and between sets

And all you have to do is run your fingers through his hair and he’ll get this pulse of sexual energy

Fansites will be talking about it for weeks. And meanwhile, you’ll know that every smirk was just for you.

Jungkook

buys you a lot of makeup (practically all of Sephora) and all the fragrance collections- though he does have his favorites.

He often pulls you close and smells your neck and asks, “Which one is this? You smell like candy!”

But loves how you smell after sex- how you smell like him- the best.

Really supportive of your choices and your hobby of making makeup tutorials on youtube. And you end up becoming a Makeup Mua (one of the most popular ones in the world)

Even does a video with you where he lets you do his makeup? And it ends up being one of your more popular videos.

And then he does a video where he tries to do your makeup and he does a terrible job but you just end up laughing.

He see’s a tutorial “how to make your girlfriend a makeup bench” on youtube and tries to make it for you, almost staples his hands and ends up getting sawdust everywhere.

And ends up asking for your help picking glass out of his hand- he broke a light bulb.

And you’re torn between being serious about the glass or laughing over his pout- because he really wanted it to be a surprise but he’s in so over his head as he has zero experience in carpentry

You think it’s so sweet that he would try to make it himself instead of just buying it for you.

Harmonizes with you when you sing in the shower- no matter what song it is- even if it’s let it go from frozen he’ll put Elsa to shame.

Sings you to sleep at night when you can’t sleep.

He’s also one of those boyfriends that’s just a stereotypical gentleman

Always holding open doors for you, hand on the small of your back, offers to carry everything for you

It’s not a misogynistic thing he just does it because he just wants to treat you how you deserve.

Proposes to you on your first anniversary, “I might not be good at making things, but I know something that was made for me when I hold it. I was made for you and you were made for me- I’m sure of it, there is not a woman in the world who could make me happier.”

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sevenfists · 6 years

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drawerfic #3: Amuse-Bouche

I wrote the first scene of this over the winter and got stuck, then took a stab at finishing it a couple months ago. I still didn’t really have anywhere to go after that first scene. Food? Food is a theme. 2.7k, nothing explicit. Thanks to @sparcck for the title, by far the best part.

Sid kind of stopped giving a fuck after the second Cup win, and he turned thirty right after the third and decided his capacity for caring about anything other than hockey was officially nil.

It was a great feeling.

He fucked a bunch of guys that summer, pretty indiscreetly, and the rest of the time he trained, played golf with Nate, and received a series of inscrutable text messages from Geno.

“What does ‘you’re a snack’ mean,” he asked Nate.

Nate choked on his organic quinoa salad. “What the fuck? Who said that to you?”

“Geno,” Sid said. He scrolled down. “Then he said I’m a whole ass meal. There’s no punctuation in there, so I’m not sure if he means whole-ass or ass-meal.”

“Uhh,” Nate said. His eyebrows were climbing up his forehead. “Malkin’s texting this to you?”

“Yeah,” Sid said. “Why?”

“Who told him that?” Nate demanded. “How the fuck does he know that?”

“One of Gonch’s daughters, probably,” Sid said. “Does it mean something?”

“I’m staying out of this,” Nate said. “You can Google.”

Sid Googled. According to Urban Dictionary, Geno was hitting on him.

Well. Okay.

Sid had never turned over that rock because of all the many, many reasons it was a terrible idea to do anything with Geno that wasn’t directly proximate to hockey, but his summer of not giving a fuck apparently extended even to teammates. Geno was hot, he had been Sid’s work spouse forever, and what had been unthinkable when Sid was twenty or twenty-one seemed like the natural end result now. What was the worst that could happen? All of the dire scenarios he had lovingly envisioned crumbled apart like a really good croissant, the kind made with so much butter you could almost see the shine on it.

He texted Geno a peach emoji, largely to see what would happen.

Geno replied two days later, when Sid was lying on his couch debating the equally appealing options of jacking off or fishing.

U valid))

Urban Dictionary didn’t help him out too much that time, and anyway Sid was sort of losing patience with Geno’s weird Russian mating rituals. When are you back in Pitt?

9 Sept, Geno replied.

That wasn’t too far off. Okay. We’ll talk when you’re back

??)))

Get in Geno’s pants, Sid entered into his calendar.

He considered that gauntlet pretty well thrown, and he didn’t worry when a couple of days passed after the 9th of September came and went. Geno was probably sleeping off his jet lag. But when he saw Geno at the golf tournament he expected a few meaningful looks, or maybe even a subtle pat to his ass when no one was looking, and instead he got the same Geno as always, flirting with no real intent behind it. He fondled Sid’s golf club, knocked his head against the brim of Sid’s cap, and wandered off to talk to Horny.

Maybe Geno had downgraded him from a snack to—what was smaller than a snack?

He tried again when the golf part was over. Geno was holding a plate of finger foods, strawberries pierced with toothpicks and little sandwiches with the crusts cut off. Sid hadn’t even realized there were hors d’oeuvres available. Geno loved free food and would pile his plate high even when he wasn’t hungry.

“You busy later?” Sid asked, real smooth.

Geno squinted at him. His mouth was full of mini quiche. “Busy?”

“You could come over,” Sid said.

“Uhh,” Geno said. “For what?”

Sid considered the possibility that Geno didn’t know what he had been texting to Sid all summer. On the one hand, Geno seemed very likely to call Sid a slut. On the other hand, Natalie Gonchar was growing up sneaky, and Geno’s grasp of English slang was limited to what he heard in the locker room. If Sid had to go on Urban Dictionary for it, Geno probably didn’t know it, either.

“Never mind,” Sid said, and Geno shrugged and speared another quiche.

No big deal. He would just have to be a little less discreet.

The trouble with Geno was that Sid liked him. He showed up and worked hard, didn’t leave tape on the dressing room floor, and had made it blindingly evident over the years that he would back Sid up without question. He didn’t even make Sid pay any fines that he himself hadn’t administered. Loyalty was one of Sid’s favorite traits in a person. Geno was also funny, much smarter than he pretended to be, and he looked fantastic in a suit.

In other words, he was essentially perfect.

Sid was good at keeping his eyes to himself in the locker room, just as a basic survival technique, but he let himself start looking at Geno now. Geno mostly seemed confused at first, which supported Sid’s hypothesis about Natalie, and then surprised, and then, after a few days, shyly pleased. Geno had largely outgrown his shyness when he learned English, and seeing him turn pink and duck his head made Sid feel like they were kids again, only this time Sid was going to get what he wanted.

Geno’s pleased blushing was Sid’s green light. He upped the ante from some discreet locker room ogling to blatant staring in the showers, complete with careful tactical positioning. Geno always hit the showers before Sid did, out of his gear and into the change room while Sid was still suffering through a useless post-practice press scrum, which made it easy for Sid to situate himself at the next shower head over and drag his eyes along the entire soaped-up length of Geno’s body.

“Nice work today,” he said, staring at the frankly jaw-dropping curve of Geno’s ass. Hockey was full of good asses, and Sid considered himself something of a connoisseur, but Geno’s was remarkable even in the crowded field of the NHL.

Geno didn’t respond. Sid reluctantly tore his eyes away from Geno’s ass. Geno was flushed all the way down to his nipples. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and met Sid’s gaze.

“You wanna come over?” Sid asked.

“I’m busy,” Geno said, which was a blatant lie. He was probably just going home to watch people play video games on YouTube.

So he wanted to play hard to get: that was fine. Sid could be patient.

He tried again a couple of days later. Jen had bullied Geno into talking to the press for once, and he was still undressing when Sid made it into the change room after his own scrum, standing at his stall and working his shorts down over his ass.

Sid stopped and watched, being as obvious about it as he could. Geno ignored him, but his ears turned red, which was a good sign.

“You looked great out there,” Sid said.

Geno stepped out of his shorts and straightened and turned to face Sid, his eyebrows raised challengingly. “Out there, or in here?”

“Both,” Sid said. He took a step closer, encouraged.

“Hmm,” Geno said. He moved in, looming suddenly the way he could, naked except for his shower slides, coming in hot and backing Sid up against the door, his hands braced on either side of Sid’s head.

This wasn’t really how Sid had imagined this going, but he wasn’t opposed. He set a cautious hand on Geno’s hip that became less cautious when Geno stared down at him and didn’t pull away. Sid could smell him, sweaty after skating, and the scent of it made his mouth water.

“You watch me,” Geno said.

Sid put his other hand on Geno’s other hip and tugged him in. “You don’t like it?”

Geno breathed in and out. His mouth was inches away from Sid’s, and Sid realized his heart was pounding, like he was nervous or something. Geno’s dark eyes dropped to Sid’s mouth and slid away, and darted back up to Sid’s eyes. “Sid,” he said quietly.

“Yeah,” Sid said. “I think you like it.”

Geno didn’t reply. He ducked his head to nose at Sid’s ear and then hovered there, breathing, probably waiting to see how Sid would react.

Sid felt like his whole body was made out of fire. He tilted his head to the side encouragingly, giving Geno more room to work. Geno rubbed his nose against the sensitive skin behind Sid’s ear, and then replaced his nose with his mouth, layering a few soft toe-curling kisses along the line of Sid’s throat.

Geno sucked lightly, and Sid was about to grab him for real and take full advantage of the empty change room when Geno pulled away and stepped back.

“Need to shower,” Geno said, a little bit sheepish, running a hand over his head.

“Seriously?” Sid said, pulse throbbing in his temples and his groin. “You’re just gonna—”

Geno grinned, showing roughly three quarters of his teeth. “Bye, Sid,” he said, and shuffled off toward the showers.

“Oh my God,” Sid said to the empty room. Geno was a tease.

He held a cookout a few days later, before the season started. It was a good excuse to have Geno over; he couldn’t wriggle out of anything Sid pitched as team bonding. He had the A. He had to at least show up and eat a burger.

He showed up wearing those dumb camo jorts that Sid liked way more than he wanted to, and a Penguins cap jammed backwards on his head. Sid watched him take a lap around the back yard, filching crudités off everyone’s plates and saying something to Phil that made Phil’s voice rise in an outraged yelp. Business as usual.

Sid was manning the grill and wouldn’t abandon it even to pull some smooth moves on Geno. But he didn’t have to: Geno drifted closer, eating and yapping, and Sid caught his gaze and tilted his head in a come-here gesture, knowing that Geno would probably contrarily ignore him. Like a cat, he never wanted to come on command.

This time he did, although he took a long circuitous route to prove that he was only coming over because he wanted to and not because Sid had summoned him. He sidled in next to Sid at the grill and took the tongs from Sid’s hand and clicked them together a few times, grinning. “You need help?”

“I’ve got it under control,” Sid said, helping himself to a long look at the way Geno’s well-worn shirt clung to his shoulders and chest. He took his summer training way more seriously now than he had when he was younger, and it showed.

“Good, feed me,” Geno said, and relinquished the tongs.

Sid rolled his eyes. “Burger or hot dog?”

“Mm, hot dog,” Geno said, and stood right there to eat so that Sid was forced to watch as Geno expertly fellated the hot dog, bun and all.

“Taste good,” Geno said, after he had eaten the last bite, and flashed Sid a shit-eating grin and wandered off.

The party wound down as night fell. Sid took all of his grilling shit into the kitchen and found Geno in there scraping the last of the guacamole out of the dish with his finger.

“You’re disgusting,” Sid said, more amused than actually disgusted.

Geno sucked his finger into his mouth. He didn’t even have the grace to look embarrassed. “I don’t waste.”

“Well, help me clean up,” Sid said, which was Geno’s cue to invent some excuse about how he’d left the oven on at home. Sid had attended a lot of parties with Geno over the years, and he’d never once seen Geno do any cleaning up.

But Geno stayed. He helped Sid load the dishwasher and put leftovers away, standing too close, smiling a lot, brushing his fingers against Sid’s way more than he actually needed to.

Sid wasn’t made out of stone. There was only so much he could take. Geno was a flirt, he had been flirting with Sid for years without meaning anything by it, but he had sucked on Sid’s throat at the rink four days ago, and there was only one way to interpret that.

“Geno,” he said, and Geno looked over, a serving bowl in his hands. Sid got a generous fistful of Geno’s shirt and tugged him down, and slid his lips over the patchy stubble along Geno’s jaw. “Hey, G.”

Geno set the bowl on the counter and turned to face Sid. He cupped Sid’s face in his hands. He didn’t look like he was fucking around or teasing.

“You’re a whole meal,” Sid said. “You’re a buffet.”

“Sid, you talk too much,” Geno said, and lowered his head for a kiss.

Sid had three Cups, and he had largely stopped caring what other people thought. He wanted to play good hockey, and he wanted to fuck Geno, and maybe do a lot of other things with Geno, like everything, the whole enchilada, as Phil liked to say.

“Come over later,” he said to Geno before their first game of the season, and Geno smiled at him, somehow both cocky and shy. They lost that game, but Sid texted Geno from the parking deck before he drove home: Come over

Geno came over, and they had sex for the second time, their hands on each other, kissing and kissing until Geno came with a groan and Sid pushed him over onto his back and rubbed off on him. Geno wrapped his arms around Sid’s neck and his legs around Sid’s hips and it had never been like this with anyone else, he had never felt the way he did when he was with Geno.

“How was that?” Sid asked after, when they had cleaned up a little and were lying tangled together, Sid’s head on Geno’s shoulder.

“Eh,” Geno said, and wobbled his hand from side to side.

Sid hid his smile against Geno’s neck. “You’re an asshole.”

“I don’t pump your tires,” Geno said. “You get Sully for that, he loves you, think you best player—”

“Please don’t ever talk about Sully when we’re in bed,” Sid said.

Geno laughed softly and ran his hands over Sid’s back. “Okay. I promise.”

Sid started to drift off, warm and close in the dark of his bedroom, but then he remembered the question he’d been wanting to ask Geno for weeks. He turned his head to kiss the cap of Geno’s shoulder. “You still awake?”

“Mm,” Geno said. “Little bit.”

“Why did you text me that stuff this summer?” Sid asked. “You know. That shit about me being a snack.”

“Gonch’s daughter tell me,” Geno said. “You know. Natalie.”

“Yeah, I figured that much,” Sid said. “But why?”

Geno groaned. “Sid, it’s late—”

“No way,” Sid said. Geno trying to wriggle out of talking about it was a sure sign that he was embarrassed, which was a sure sign that Sid was about to uncover the delicious mortifying truth. He pushed up onto one elbow and looked down at Geno’s face, almost totally invisible with the curtains drawn. “Tell me.”

Geno’s exasperated sigh made Sid grin. “She think I have—you know, crush. So she tell me what to text you.”

Sid’s grin widened. “A crush.”

“Okay, I’m tired, let’s sleep now,” Geno said, and reached up blindly in the dark to drag Sid’s head back down to his shoulder.

Sid woke up first in the morning and went downstairs to make breakfast: turkey sausage, frozen blackberries that he thawed in the microwave, and pancakes, which Geno liked to slather with jam and fold in half like a taco. Geno had been curled on his side, drawn up into a surprisingly small huddle, and Sid had paused at the side of the bed to very gently kiss his temple and the curve of his cheekbone, feeling his heart melt like a pat of butter on a slice of hot bread. Geno deserved a good breakfast, and then maybe a blowjob before they had to leave for the rink.

He was plating the final pancake when Geno came into the kitchen, wearing a pair of Sid’s basketball shorts and nothing else, scratching at his belly. “Smell good,” Geno said, and came over to drop a kiss on Sid’s bare shoulder.

“The food’s ready,” Sid said. He turned his head to look up at Geno’s face. “And I made coffee, if you want some.”

“Good,” Geno said. His smile made Sid feel like he had hung the moon in the sky for Geno’s approval. “Let’s eat together.”

#drawerfic amnesty #ficlet

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jinjikook · 7 years

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as the seasons change (m)

🎃 word count: 3.3k

🎃 genre: smut ; high school au + a/b/o-verse

🎃 pairing: reader/xiumin

🎃 warning(s)/kink(s): a/b/o dynamics, heats + heat sex, mentions of knotting (but none actually takes place), lots of biting + marking

🎃 summary: with an offer he can’t refuse, minseok goes over to help you through your heat.

🎃 requested by: hyungminnie ♡ - “xiumin + a/b/o w/ lots of biting/marking"

🎃 music: monster - exo

🎃 masterlist + kinktober 2017

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Spring was usually smooth sailing; easy on the eyes and the temperature never rose too high or dipped too low like the sun did at the end of the early evenings.

Well, it was easy if you didn’t have either of these two things: allergies or spring heats.

Being an omega had its pros and cons but one thing that drove you quite literally mad: the heats.

Sure, once you had enough of them it became protocol. You had a set schedule and the supplies on hand for whenever it struck, being allowed to get off school for a week and stuff yourself with carbs and whatever toy you had for that time around. But it was the hassle of it all, so annoying to deal with and more so than that, it was frustrating beyond belief.

As much as you’d like to fool your body into thinking the high quality vibrator was instead a hot, hormone-ridden alpha, it just never worked that way. It seemed like even your inner omega knew it was an imposter and only allowed it to bring you temporary relief solely because it was so desperate, it’d take anything though it’ll be sure to remind you how much better it’d be if it was an alpha instead, shortly afterward.

“Minseok, please. I’m begging you, if you come help out, we might be able to break it early enough so I could go to Junmyeon’s beach trip this weekend.” You whined on the phone, your best friend on the other side of the conversation.

You’d grown up lucky enough to have had an alpha so close by, keeping you safe from creeps and other alphas alike. But when it came time to your heats, Minseok avoided you like the plague.

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea, Y/N. I don’t know how my alpha would act out if I was presented to such a willing omega, especially one in heat. Regular sex alone is pretty intense,” He scratched at the back of his head, inky locks shiny with moisture as he’d literally hopped out of the shower at the sound of the assigned ringtone he had for you.

You threw yourself back onto your bed, trying to ignore the ache in between your legs as you focused on the timbre of Minseok’s voice instead, the honeydew oak that licked patterns up your sensitive spine. Out of frustration, you fisted at a pillow, digging your nails in and trying to appease the omega inside you that thought about rutting up against it for sweet relief.

“Besides, we wouldn’t want to make our friendship weird, right?”

“It wouldn’t be weird!” You shot out immediately, voice in a dangerous range of pitch that forced Minseok to pull the phone away from his ear for the safety of his hearing. “You’d be doing your friend a huge favor! C’mon, I’ll do your calculus homework for a week!”

You could nearly hear the cogs whirring in Minseok’s brain from the other end of the call, chewing on your lip in anticipation.

“I really don’t know…”

“Two weeks! And I’ll buy you chicken nuggets whenever you want!”

“Free chicken nuggets? Wait, from the school cafeteria or—”

You whined into the phone, feeling the edges of your sanity burning away quicker.

“From anywhere okay?! Just please get your ass over here already, my parents are about to leave.” Minseok quickly nodded before vocalizing his agreement, seeing as you couldn’t actually see his nod.

He scrambled to get dressed, nearly tripping on the mess on his floor. His mom wouldn’t be too happy over the fact that he was going over to a friend’s house instead of cleaning his bedroom like he promised but there was chicken nuggets on the line—he was not about to let that slip through his fingers.

After hanging up with him, you took the liberty of getting the room ready for your guest; making sure all the essentials were at arm’s reach from the bed (lube, water, condoms and a bullet vibrator; you weren’t sure just how kinky Minseok was but you opened up the option in case he wanted it) and prepping yourself up. It was already sinfully easy considering how slick and eager you were to finally have a warm body to help you in your tryst.

In the midst of it all, you hadn’t looked at the time or realized the noises coming downstairs—the perk of being an omega? Soundproof rooms, for the loudest of heats—until there was a knock at your door, a voice muffled outside that sounded suspiciously like the octave of your mother.

You ran and tore open the door, finding a slightly anxious and still damp Minseok shuffling on his two feet. Your mother was next to him, giving you a wary look. It seemed like she hadn’t left as swiftly as you planned.

“Your friend said you called and invited him over?” She gave him a once over, knowing Minseok from a few school events and the times you’d talked about him over dinner, but not really ever seeing him personally like this. “Y/N, do you know what time of the season it is?”

“I am painfully aware of that, Mom. I don’t think I can ever forget, honestly,” You deadpanned, grabbing Minseok by the wrist and tugging him into the room. His eyes wandered over your choice of décor, clearly stopping at the items on your nightstand that reminded him of the exact reason he was actually here for.

Unfortunately, your mother caught on as well and her eyes enlarged to the size of saucers. She dragged you out of your own room, asking to be excused from Minseok’s presence as she brought you down the hall to hiss at you angrily.

“What do you think you’re doing?! You are eighteen, Y/N, much too young to be letting an alpha help you with your heats—”

“Mother, there are omegas way younger than me with alphas by their sides, and I trust Minseok with my life. He’s been my best friend since we moved here and I just really can’t deal with it alone this time.” You tried to vie for your mom’s pity, using not only the moving excuse but the whole kicked puppy look you had going for you was working wonders.

She clicked her tongue and tutted, clearly not happy with your decision but not feeling like there was much else she could do to sway your decision. Plus, Minseok was already here, and the hostess in her knew better than to toss out a guest after they’d only just arrived.

“Oh fine, just please try to keep it whole-natured. Make sure he respects your boundaries and all that, and no knotting. Your father is going to yell my ear off when I tell him what’s happening but I’ll try to get him to understand.” She patted your rear lovingly and sent you off with an affectionate peck on the forehead.

With that, you shut the door behind you and made sure to lock it, taking a towel and forcing it under the crack of it to ensure no sounds got out to embarrass you any further than you already had been.

Minseok turned at the sound, eyes wide and glassy. He was probably nervous but the scent of a omega starting their heat was something hard to fight off, his alpha snapping at him to get on you and breed.

“Alrighty! We are all good to go, was there anything you wanted to go over before we start? Any kinks, no-go’s, that sorta stuff? Or should I just start stripping…?” The look on Minseok’s face was priceless, not expecting you to be so forward and straight to the point.

“Uh… I don’t think so? This is really weird, Y/N.”

“That’s because you’re making it weird, c’mon,” You motioned to the bed and let him seat himself on the edge as he looked up at you standing between his spread knees. “Think about it this way: you’re getting laid, two weeks of no calc and free nuggets.” He cocked his head and nodded, before turning frozen again at the sight of you pulling your shirt over your head.

He watched tightlipped as you bent down to drag your jeans off your legs, leaving you in a set of black underwear and Minseok felt the beginnings of a hard on start to stir in his pants. Not like he wasn’t already half hard from your scent alone, but no one had to know that.

“Now, I’m already kinda ready to go so, how far are you from fully hard?” The look in your eyes was playful, a teasing glint to them as you placed a hand on Minseok’s shoulder and prepared to straddle him.

“How are you doing this?!” Minseok stood suddenly, startling you and completely throwing you off your game. “You act like I’m here to play a round of Monopoly, not fuck you brainless!”

You giggled at his outburst, trying to placate the boy and his obviously ruffled feathers.

“I deal with heats all the time, sex is kind of my expertise at this point.” Minseok ran a hand through his now mostly dry hair, adjusting to the situation slowly but surely. “What can I do to make you feel more comfortable, hmm?” You petted Minseok’s wild locks, taming them and cooing at his expression from being preened.

“I dunno,” He kicked the floor thoughtlessly, a nervous tick. “My alpha is kinda going haywire right now and I don’t know how to get it to shut up long enough to think straight.” Minseok admitted, concern crossing his features as he presented his initial discomfort all over again. The last thing he wanted was to let his instincts take over and lose control of his mind, for your safety, of course.

“Well, in my experience,” You began, taking him by the hand and leading him back onto the bed, but this time you laid down on it for him to stand over you and watch. “I’ve learned that your alpha has some pretty good intentions in these sort of situations. I say you let it give you a helpful nudge in the right direction. What’s it telling you to do?”

Minseok’s eyes raked over your body, tantalizingly spread out for him in a display of pure, unadulterated sex.

“It wants me to claim you, to breed you and make you mine.”

Your eyebrow shot up, smirk toying on your lips.

“Well then? Have at it,” You gestured to your body and watched a fiery red flash in Minseok’s eyes, his alpha going wild for a moment before he finally lunged forward to attack your lips first.

It was feral, hungry as he devoured you and the kiss felt like it was hard enough to bruise. It was that sort of delicious kind of pain that sent tingles along your nerves the longer it went, air coming scarcely as Minseok dominated the lip lock. He growled against your mouth and his hands wandered, clawing where he saw fit.

You hissed into the kiss, feeling his deft hands moving to your back to undo the clasp of your bra as he moved down, nipping along your jawline and leading down to your neck. There, he was granted unlimited access to the planes of your body, taking full advantage of the opportunity.

Minseok sucked and licked every inch he could get his hands on, biting harshly right over your jugular and twice more along the left juncture of your shoulder. The pain was barely registering, your mind more so focused on Minseok’s hand dipping into the front of your underwear to hastily sneak two fingers into your wet heat.

The move caught you by surprise, not expecting him to be so productive after being so cautious before. It seemed the freedom to mark you as he wished allowed him to relax some, letting his alpha dictate some of his actions.

“M-Minseok, shit—ah,” You whimpered at the feeling of Minseok fucking you with fervor, his fingers taking no mercy as they plunged into you over and over again. His mouth, on the other hand, had its own agenda as he moved lower to suckle on your breast, biting there multiple times as well.

You could already feel the marks blooming; something you’d have to work hard to hide later on if you were to spare your father’s sanctity and sanity.

Your omega however was clearly enjoying the display of claiming, keening every time Minseok snapped his teeth shut around your skin. He preferred the doughier, firmer parts of your body to bite on, making sure to leave several stinging marks along your breasts and hip bones.

He finally unlatched his teeth from you, giving you room to breathe as he hovered over your barely clothed body, admiring his handiwork. Minseok hadn’t left a single place untouched, everywhere bearing his mark, scent and saliva, just like his alpha wanted.

Now that he was partially satiated, he finally was able to think with a clearer head and had more means to follow through with your initial intents. His cock was hard in his jeans and he didn’t even ask before undoing the button and yanking the zipper down, your own eyes watching in anticipation.

You made sure to make work off the last garment you had on, throwing your underwear somewhere in the direction of what you hoped was the hamper.

The heat was getting stronger, more intense as time dragged on and the overwhelming scent of alpha was intoxicating in the room, especially in this intimate of confines with the said alpha. Minseok breathed in the heady scent, getting high on the smell of sex alone and he reached over your nude body to grab a condom, completely forgoing the bottle of lube there as well.

“You don’t need any more slick,” He began, ripping the condom wrapper open and hastily pulling it down over his impressive length with a sort of accuracy that made you wonder just how much of his alpha was in control at the moment. “You’re already soaking wet for me, babe.”

Despite being the one who asked him to help you, a part of you was seriously unprepared to hear something so delectable coming from Minseok. It made your omega jump with glee, the idea of being claimed getting closer to becoming a reality.

In your head, you always imagined spending a heat with someone would include hot baths, rose petals and scented oils. Maybe it was the cheesy romantic in you, who knows? But this felt loads better, for some odd reason. Just Minseok and you, sharing an intimate moment and letting your inner breeds take over even if your room was a mess and he’d been nervous as all hell at first and you only had a shower in the bathroom that connected to your bedroom instead of a porcelain bath.

Minseok lined up with your entrance and pushed in, a little quicker than you’d liked but he bottomed out soon enough and stayed there to let you breathe and adjust. The clench around him was insatiable, everything in him screaming to just pound into you and make you scream.

“’m good, ‘seok,” You slurred, feeling impossibly full at the warm, pulsating cock inside you instead of some hunk of silicone and metal whirring against your walls. It was a sort of high you could get used to, feeling like your heat wasn’t as unbearable as it usually was.

Minseok placed his hands on either side of your face and bore down, grinding down hard and slow just to make you writhe. The sounds you were making were so addictive, Minseok wanted to drink them down and feel full from them alone. He began to increase his pace, thinking in the mindset of his alpha—claim, breed, fuck.

His head came down to mouth at the other side of your neck, returning to giving you full sized bites and hickies. Soon, his hands moved down from the bed to grip your thighs, bringing them around his waist to clench tight around him as he fucked into you harder. The bed springs groaned and protested with the movement, your moans growing in volume with the uptick in strength coming from Minseok. If it wasn’t for the soundproof walls and the towel unceremoniously shoved under your door, Minseok would’ve gotten red in the face from the sheer embarrassment of having to face your parents after finishing.

The sounds of sex were resonating in the cozy room—Minseok’s hips smacking against yours and the whiny whimpers dripping from your lips as you arched your back, begging for your alpha to go harder, to breed you right. Minseok wasn’t about to disappoint and neither was his alpha, as he gave into your wishes and pounded the air right out of your lungs.

It felt like ages, the soundtrack on an endless loop with a scratched record but soon enough, the twine in your belly hooked tight and tugged, your hands scrabbling for purchase on Minseok’s back and leaving searing, hot tracks of your fingernails. He growled at the burning sensation, returning the sentiment with a harsh bite on your chest, just where a tank top would open up to.

Coming hard, long and drawn out like you had all day to be on Minseok’s cock, the other continued to fuck into you with fervor until he felt the itch of his knot swelling, pulling back instantly and feeling like cold water washed over him, breaking him out of his sex-induced trance.

You were still in the afterglow of your ecstasy, feeling the aftershocks wrack shivers into your bones and feeling better than you usually did after coming during a heat. Sure, you weren’t knotted and there wasn’t any come in you but you had had at least the physical companionship your body oh so craved, and that in itself was a win.

Minseok watched on as you finally rode out the last waves of your orgasm, still painfully hard and close to coming any second.

You looked over at the boy, frozen in place at the edge of your bed and one quick glance at his lower body told you what you needed to do. With shaky hands, you tore the condom off Minseok’s length and ignored his questioning glare before laying back down, displaying your body and the marks he’d graced you with to him.

Fixing him with the best bedroom eyes you could muster, you let your omega peek through as you directly communicated with his base creature—something so intimate only a few could do it with others.

“Come for me, alpha.”

Minseok groaned loudly as his body felt like it was possessed, coming in pulsating spurts all over your body, covering you in his scent. The sight and smell pleased and placated the alpha inside Minseok, his knot dying down as his body realized that this wasn’t a breeding session.

Part of him wanted to know what it’d be like to knot an omega, one in heat would surely be quite the experience. But it was too risky and the more competent part of his mind knew that that wasn’t to happen unless he settled down with an omega permanently.

When he finally came to, Minseok found himself huddled in a comfy bed that wasn’t his but it surely did smell a lot like him. He was devoid of clothes and come, cleaned up carefully by your tender hands after he’d blacked out from such an intense orgasm.

“So, how was that? Do you regret it?” You piped up next to him, realizing he’d finally awoken from his sex-induced slumber. It took Minseok a second, mind still catching up with him and the events that took place but soon his groggy voice joined your own.

“Definitely worth the chicken nuggets,” You two laughed breathlessly and let exhaustion sweep over you until the next wave of heat caught up, forcing you two in another round of sex.

Not that that was a problem or anything, of course.

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lukeysgirl · 7 years

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Enticing | a.i

anonymous asked: Could you please do an Ashton imagine?Any topic just ashton please lol. +

Summary: He captivates you, and he asks you to express it. (combined request (+2))

Word Count: 7.9k+ (the longest ive ever written)

Authors Note: my mind needs a Swiffer Sweep™ tbfh, hope ya’ll enjoy xx

Warning: dirty, shameless smut (bdsm up the ass, eating out, profanity, vulgarity, whatever the fuck else i put here) oh and fluff @ the end xx

I M A G I N E [SMUT]

Oh, that boy must have been created by something beyond God.

It was something extraordinary that was gnawing at your ticker whenever you saw the curly-haired specimen. It made you wonder so much, but not because it was inexplicable. You couldn’t comprehend it, the way he made your heart throb and jolt whenever he did a little bit of anything, really.

Walking, talking, eating, being.

It frightened you, the amount of adoration that gushed inside when you studied him.

His dirty blonde hair, curly and ever so messy but so inviting to be messed up even more than it already was. All you wanted to do was weave your fingers through it, to feel the softness of it, the way it’ll tickle them in such a welcoming way. You wanted to crawl your fingers from the nap of his neck up to the back of his head of hair, tug at it lovingly as you’d potentially make contact upon his lips with yours.

Those muscles, those big, juicy arms just calling to you. You wanting nothing more than his strength to hold your hips strongly, firmly, until that boys’ fingers were denting into your flesh to conjure painful bruises. You wanted those mountain of callouses to pleasure you with it’s rough, tough mound of skin.

His eyes, those gorgeous hazel-green eyes that could lightening up someones mood with ease. You’ve noticed the way they behave, depending on the situation the boy was put it. Whether he was shedding sympathy to someone or as elated as a person winning the lottery, those eyes still remained so damn beautiful and completed him perfectly.

His voice was so clean, so pure that it was scary how it could be changed with mere mood. He could be as adorable as ever, talking cheekily about a simple hang out he had with a couple of friends. It would be so friendly and sweet, tooth-rotting that you would prefer just drowning in honey. But then he could be singing such a passionate song and it would sent a surging hot jolt down to your core.

It was this one time you went to one of his lives he invited you to, where the band was showcasing their Sounds Good Feels Good album in California.

The VIP section was fairly less crowd than the other seats farther from the crowd, seeming so cramped and stuck like a can of sardines. But you couldn’t say the VIP section had been perfect. Surely, the sweaty bodies that touched yours whenever they were jumping gleefully or shifting around for a better view of the stage. The screams surely left you deaf and practically broken at the ears. But you weren’t mad, as you found yourself drowning in a moment you’ve never seen before.

Ashton Irwin, the sexy bastard, relieved himself of his drum set as Josh Dun wanted the honor to play one song. So the incredibly mouth-drying hunk abandoned the set and stole his mic in the process, walking towards the center walkway of it. He easily out-shined Luke, standing at the very front center of that stage that had every fan there pouring out hormones in his wake.

His caramel muscles of his arms were shiny, glistening from the hot sweat he developed from drumming so profoundly. The stage lights struck at it so well, flaunting it adoringly as he stood there stiffly. His black tank top, the sleeves cut down enough to show off his side boob as well as moist side. His curly locks, though patted down from sweat, were curling even more and darkening from how heated he’s become. And he stood there, that tall, 6′ foot glass of water scanning the large stadium of people just shouting his name and explicit words.

But as most were still dedicating their time in analyzing the boys torso, you were too fixed upon the crotch area. Being one of the 4 infamous for wearing tight skinny jeans so frequently, his black skinny jeans could not dare hide the developing bulge that was struggling to remained contained. It didn’t seem like Ashton notice it much, but it was likely a small facade to keep from drawing attention to it.

You bit your bottom lip, yearning for a cop, a feel. Seeing such an enticing man before was too much for your heart to actually take or comprehend for that matter. Because like many of his hormonal fans, you just as much wanted this boy to throw you down a bed and show you who’s the damn man. It sent you over the mood to see him up there, so high and mighty and fuckable.

A sudden, searing jolt was sent down your heat once more when the incredibly sexy drummer peeled the soaked shirt from his torso.

Look at those defined fucking collarbones, seeing them glisten from his natural liquid seeping from his pores. His stomach had light, but evident, abs developed, likely being worked on slowly as he does work out. He was a divine specimen, as you found your mouth going completely parched as your eyes followed down his defined v-line leading down to the wonder that was his dick.

You watched still, refusing to become rowdy and lose control of your hormones as you watched Ashton raise his microphone to his mouth to begin the proceeding song without music.

“I’ll take what you’ve got, got, got,” Ashton sang, his voice deep and clean, straining his voice at the last ‘got’ as he licked his watermelon licks wet with his saliva. You noticed his hazel eyes dazing around, seeming like he was seeking something. They were lowered at the VIP section. “I know it’s not a lot, lot, lot.”

He dragged the last ‘lot’ so beautifully.

Those hazel eyes finally caught you, the pupils dilating as you locked eyes with him. He stared in a trance, a twinkle at the upper right of his color. You rose your lips to form a pursed smirk before parting them slightly. You dragged your tongue along your inner bottom lip, feeling the smooth gum upon your pink tongue. Ashton could only smirk, entertained but intrigued as he brushed the microphone upon his loving lips.

“I just need another hit,” Ashton sang, winking at you as he resumed straining his ear-fucking voice. “You’re the thing that I can’t quit.”

You knew he attempted to tease you, knowing as fact that you desired him. So payback was due since he wanted to play these silly games. You popped open your leather jacket, allowing it to slide on the ground, growing cold and forgotten to reveal an immensely provocative top that definitely widened that boy’s eyes.

A crop top, skin-tight and black with lace patterns of ivory roses. It showed small slivers of your skin between the patterns, noticing how Ashton’s eyes moved very little along the shirt to notice all of it. He also widened at the fact that you lacked a bra under, but there was so much lace focused where your nipples are that he couldn’t even get a glance of the nubs.

It was known that you and Ashton held a connection that was like no other. Your eyes met with such ease, knowing that each pair of eyes were searching for one another. The way you two moved when around each other was some sort of ballad, a dance that required no music to be ensured. Ashton’s hand would not wrap around your waist, but rather his finger tips would be lightly pressed upon your upper back, being sure they were spread enough to touch at your scapula.

Everyone found you two as the perfect couple, and they didn’t have the wrong idea.

Not at all.

“Get that pretty little ass over here, Y/N.”

Ashton’s demanding voice and his words fucked you alone. They sent shudders all through you, knowing that this man was going to get what he asked for. Not only that, but with your complete blessing.

You were now stood in the dead center of this man’s dressing room, your periphery surrounded by rolling racks of outfits. Couches were spread carelessly around the room, with cans of beer and bottles of alcohol ornate all over. Magazines and snacks sat perfectly on his oak tended table, with the white lights illuminating the room for the two of you. You noticed his torso was now swallowed up by a plain white t-shirt with some sleeve on it.

No windows, sound-proof walls. Nothing less for Ashton Fletcher Irwin.

“You did great today,” you breathed, swaying your hips as you approached your loving boyfriend. Your arms remained to your sides, standing still once you were just few inches from touching bodies with your desirable hunk of man. “Like you always are.”

“Oh, but you were watching a different performance, weren’t you, love?” Ashton growled, his right hand floating up to capture your chin between in index finger and thumb. His thumb brushed upon the very tip of your chin, having you bite your bottom lip from his teasing touch. “Your eyes were somewhere else before I stole them away.”

“Mm.” All you could do was hum, wanting more of his touch to expand beyond your chin. And he obliged, tilting his hand up for your thumb to reach your bottom lip. You let it go, allowing his thumb to graze it lovingly.

“What were you looking at, beautiful?” Ashton whispered, his hazel eyes darkening, his lips slightly apart, white from being chapped. You watched his tongue brush along his own bottom lip, moistening it. It glistened upon the light striking it with ease. “What was enticing my divine beauty?”

“You enticed me,” you whispered, your eyes firmly locked on his own as he tilted your head a little higher. “Rather, you entice me. Everything about you, takes my breath away. Every single time.”

“Oh?” Was his reply, enlightenment rolling off his tongue so cleanly. “But this is a given, beautiful. You say it every time.”

“And I mean it every time I do, too,” you spoke gently, giving your boyfriend a soft smile as his thumb resided at the center of your bottom lip. “I just want to remind you in case you ever forget, baby.”

Ashton smirked at this, a light snicker playing at his face as he quickly let go of your chin. He instantly replaced that touch with both of his hands cupping your cheeks. You felt the rough, calloused skin hold your face, seeing Ashton study you wistfully before grabbing you forward to force his lips upon yours. And honestly, you felt just a bit sated.

Just a bit.

His warm lips sucked on yours eagerly, paying much attention to that bottom lip of yours as he nibbled passionately. You could feel him immediately put effort into it, feeling the tips of his teeth to graze it upon your lip. He’d nibble on them properly, feeling him tug upon it. He hadn’t held it enough to hurt, but rather to keep your lips upon his without any access for air.

Ashton then shoved his tongue into your mouth, instantly worming through your teeth as the tip of his tongue hit yours. You swirled around his, attempting to remind on top to push it down to the floor of your mouth. But Ashton hadn’t tolerated that, his strong tongue swerving on top and keeping you down with his hot, moist tongue.

As you allowed the drummer to swallow your desperate moans, you felt his scruffy beard tickle your face at the same time. Giggles danced around with your moans, feeling pleasure and immensely ticklish at the very same time. Ashton ignored it at first as he removed his tongue from your mouth to swipe it along your lips, starting from the bottom. But his prickly hairs quickly tickled your chin once more, causing you to snort quietly. That’s when Ashton stilled before pulling away to study you.

“What’re you laughing at, sweetheart?” Ashton murmured, his hands still holding your face as he leaned again. The tip of his nose touched yours, having you go pale as fury swished in his eyes. You began shaking your head quickly, folding your lips into your mouth as you bit them down.

“Nothing,” you squeaked. If you admitted the truth, Ashton would probably rub his very shaved beard all along your neck until your lungs gave out and you were completely breathless. But he raised in eyebrow, curious at your anxious tone. “I swear it’s nothing.” Ashton stared at you for a moment, blinking once before nodding.

“Into the room, Princess,” Ashton announced, his voice throaty as he sadly released your face from his hold. You stood there, frozen, hoping that he wasn’t mad or saw through your facade. “I said go to the fucking room, Princess!”

Flinching, you quickly sped over to simple white door that was the extension of his dressing room. Your clammy hand touched the gold knob with ease, finding relief in its coolness before twisting it to open the door. Ashton suddenly brought a slap upon your ass as you hurried through the very small, dimly lit corridor to walk into the ‘secret bedroom’ in the very extension.

Inside was the dimly lit room, the light bulbs white but at a low setting. Dead center of it all was a King sized bed, the sheets a combination of silver with teal blue pillow cases and a pattern of the two colors acting as the quilt. A single drawer was the only other item in the room, which held all of Ashton’s condoms and favorite play toys, if he wanted to play with you like that.

It was an amusing story how Ashton got an official dressing room at The Forum.

“Ash?” You breathed, halting before the bed to turn around and find your ever so tall boyfriend tailing after you slowly. His hazel eyes scanned you up and down, his lips wincing as if distaste played on his tongue. He then clicked his tongue, an idea spurred into his mind before sniffing.

“Strip.” A one word command, one that sent your arms crawling with goosebumps. His jawline clenched, his eyes drowning in lust as he studied you. You gulped before nodding obediently, your hands incredibly still as you raised them to do what he asks.

You reached to the lower hem of your crop top, fooling Ashton quite a bit. Just for the entertainment of teasing. You followed the hem to the back of the crop top before crawling your hands up your sides till the tips of your fingers touched your exposed shoulders. Ashton’s jawline clenched a bit, the muscle of his lower cheek moving just a bit.

“You best be going faster, love,” Ashton growled, having you softly smirk as you brought your hands at the midpoint of your sides and slid them to the back. You reached up for the zipper, slowly dragging it down so Ashton could hear the metal come undone. Finally bringing it down and unzipping the two parts, you rushed your hands to the upper hem of the shirt and wiggling it in front of you, still keeping your breasts from your boyfriends eyes. “Y/N.”

You allowed the lacy garment to drop to the floor, pooling at your feet as your torso was washed with coldness. From the change of temperature, your lovely buds rose almost immediately. Even with the dimness of the room, it was clear that Ashton became distracted from the warm mounded that yearned for his touch. But unfortunately, he and you had to wait until you were completely nude or until your demanding boyfriend was sated.

You shimmy your body a bit, allowing your breasts to bounce a little for Ashton. And, as you predicted, his lustful eyes darkened and he placed the tip of his tongue between his teeth. He wanted you, wanted to touch you so bad, but it was all on him to ask you to strip. You gave him yet another teasing wink before guiding your hands to the hem of your shorts.

You gave yourself an A+ for wisely choosing white booty shorts for the concert. You swayed your hips as you turned around to give Ashton a view of what was yours. With your back turned to him, you bent down before the bed with your hands pressed upon its silky texture. Insuring your ass was up and stretched, you lowered a little more until your face met the smooth texture as well. You even wiggled your ass a little, feeling your ass cheeks bounce a bit from such a teasing movement.

“That’s fucking it.”

Before you knew it, you felt the mans rough hands take your hips and push you roughly upon the bed. You squealed at this, your body bouncing a bit from the impact before lying completely still on your belly. You twisted your torso a bit to look back, but Ashton’s hand suddenly clung onto the nape of your neck and kept your head down, your face digging into the Downy-scented sheets.

“You stay exactly like this, you hear me, Princess?” Ashton growled, having you nod as you felt the mountains worth of his callouses dent into your neck. He then let go, the sudden lack of warmth paining you while you listened to Ashton’s footsteps distance themselves from the bed. Flipping your head to face the drawer, you watched the tall man open the top drawer and sift through it. You could hear the toys hit along the wooden structure as he resumed his search. But then you saw the reveal and felt your core heat up in anticipation.

His hand slowly pulled out a fairly short chain which had had two even shorter chains branch off to create a ‘Y’ structure. At the ends of those branches were cuffs of course, the entirety made of pure silver with the cuffs bedazzled with valuable pink gems. ‘Anything pretty for my pretty Princess,’ Ashton quoted when he had presented them to you. Where all the chains met was a small, metal ball which rolled whenever Ashton wanted you on either your sides, stomach, or back. He picked out a black blindfold, and something else you couldn’t make out as he chose to hid it from you.

Even in the dimness, you could see a mischievous smirk playing at that boy’s lips.

“Alright, Princess,” Ashton hummed, hiding the mystery object in the back of his pocket as he walked to approach you with the other items. He looked down at you, his lips curved in pure amusement. “Do you remember the safety word?”

“Yes,” you replied firmly, looking him in the eye to ensure assurance. He blinked once before gently hitting your bum to move more of your body on the bed. Crawling up towards the dark oak headboard, Ashton tossed the blindfold to the side as he brought the long end of the chain towards it. There was a pillar he got carved in the very lower-middle of the headboard as he chained the cuff of the chain around it with a quick, confirming click!

“Can you say it for me, Beautiful?” Ashton hummed as his fingers trailed down the chain to hold up the two cuffs made for your wrists. As he took your hands up to them, you nodded and studied his hands.

“Lucky,” you breathed, feeling goosebumps collected along your forearms as Ashton clicked the cold metal cuffs around your wrists. You wiggled your wrists a bit, allowing yourself to familiarize as Ashton came down to your face and smiled.

“Good girl,” Ashton hummed, planting a sweet kiss on your lips before escaping behind you. Your heart began to race excitedly, feeling as Ashton’s finger tips lightly began brushing down your exposed back where your spine resided. You then felt two of his fingers cling into the hem of your shorts, getting a good grip before robustly tugging it down to your upper thighs.

“Ah!” You exclaimed, shocked at his outstanding strength. You felt his hands immediately cup your under-ass, squeezing roughly. Ashton released a dark chuckle, massaging your still covered ass with very strong grabs. You couldn’t help but emit moans from his overwhelming strength and adoration of your ass. “A-Ash...”

“Ah, ah, ah, Princess,” Ashton began, halting all his movements before removing his large hands from your ass. “What’s my name?”

“I-I’m sorry, it’s Daddy,” you stammered quietly, shifting uncomfortably from worry that crossed your stomach. You hear Ashton sigh once before you felt his fingers grab the waistbands of your lacy black panties. He slowly guided it down with your shorts, having you left to wonder what he was doing. “Ash?”

“Baby, what did I just ask?” Ashton asked quietly, evidently vexed as he pulled off your shorts from your legs and tossed it to the side. He was slowly doing the same for your panties, which you knew as fact that they still held your arousal.

“I’m sorry, Daddy!” You quickly spewed, yearning for forgiveness while Ashton took off the panties from your legs. But unlike the shorts, he kept it in his hand, moving it around to feel the dampness of it from your arousal. You couldn’t see it, but an entertained smirk was painted on his lips as his fingers rubbed upon the wet splotch you produced.

“So,” Ashton announced, walking up slowly around the bed so you could see him stood straight and tall. Your eyes were leveled with the suffering bulge in his pants before quickly winding up to meet his eyes. “You want Daddy’s cock, yeah? But you’re not listening and behaving yourself badly like a good girl shouldn’t do?”

“M’sorry, Daddy,” you murmured genuinely, meeting his hazel eyes with desperation likely evident in yours. “I-I just forget was all...”

“Yeah?” Ashton repeated, his tongue sucking his top row of teeth, emitting a popping sound before throwing your thong aside. “How about a punishment then so you’ll never forget again?” Your heart paused, letting his words sink in. You felt yourself pale a bit in nerves, your bottom lip quivering. But you remained quiet, knowing as fact that he was not going to change his mind regardless of your disagreement of his suggestion.

Wordlessly, Ashton swiftly walked back to your ass again, feeling your arousal pour itself onto the sheets in suspense. You felt one hand crawl up your waist and on your ass, rubbing the bulbs of ass adoringly. Biting down on your bottom lip, you prepared yourself for the impact right when he lifted his hand from your ass.

Slap! One strong impact that came just seconds after the removal of his hand. The mere gesture was not too bad, considering you’ve been spanked many times before. It sent excitement coursing through your blood as your hands tightened themselves into fists.

“Count.” Ashton’s demanding voice pierced into your ears, having you nod before humming out ‘one’ from your first spank. “You’re getting 10 of these, Princess.”

“Two,” you breathed out as another spank landed on your ass. It began to stung, but not painfully.

“Th-ree,” you choked, his force seeming to increase with every impact his does on your ass.

“F-four,” you stuttered, the palm of his hand strongly hitting your ass. You felt a searing brew upon your asscheeks, knowing that they’ll be red, and stay that way for just a bit.

“F-five, six, s-se...ven!”

Ashton spanked you 3 times in a row, feeling your ass now sting painfully. It seared just a bit, not enough for you to wail out and burst into tears, but enough to realize that you could truthfully only deal with 3 more. Right as you thought that, Ashton spanked you to roughly, you choked out a curse.

“F-fuck, eight!” You yelped, your fists shaking some as you felt your nails digging into the flesh of your palms.

“Woah!” Ashton loudly spewed, spanking your ass as soon as it tried to soothe. “My Princess does not own a potty mouth until my cock is in my pretty girls cunt. Do you understand, Baby Girl?”

“Y-yes, Daddy,” you hissed quietly, burying your face into the safety of the bed. “D-did that one c-count as nine?”

“No,” Ashton spoke firmly before giving you yet another harsh spank on your ass. You wailed, feeling the moan leave your mouth straight from your throat. “This one is nine.”

“Nine,” you whimpered out, nibbling down on your quivering lip as you anticipated the last spank. But Ashton became mute and nothing happened. Silence became still, having the your ass sear in attempts to relax itself. It somewhat frightened you, the silence that rolled in as you took heavy breaths in and out to ease the pain and your darting heart. “Daddy?”

As soon as you glanced back, a strong, heavy spank came from two hands rather than one. The large hands spanked each ass cheek, feeling your heat pour out of you as you ark your back in pure, aching pleasure. You let out a fairly muffled moan into the bed sheets, your heart hammering against your chest. It was exhilarating, all the things this man did to you. For his pleasure, and ultimately, for yours.

“Ten...” You let out, your tone slightly defeated as you felt sweat forming upon your forehead and shoulders. Your neck was feeling incredibly warm as well, beads likely forming as you breathed heavily against the bed. The heat from your warm breath was no assist in cooling you down. As you emitted audible, gaping breaths, Ashton quickly surprised you by planting warm kisses on both cheeks of your ass.

“Good girl,” he hummed sweetly. His kisses stung, but the gesture warmed your heart and allowed butterflies to flutter freely in your tummy. You let out a soft laugh, appreciating his kind words and notion. “Alright, Princess, let’s roll you on your back.”

With the assistance of Ashton’s large hands gripping your hips, you rolled yourself over to your back. You felt a jolt of arousal hit your core as your nipples rubbed harshly against the soft sheets as you did what your boyfriend requested. You listened to the chains move from the request, tugging your cuffs a bit to adjust them comfortably for your wrists.

You tilted your head up immediately, desperately wanting to see your boyfriend. And there he stood, tall and proud at the end of the bed where your feet slightly hung. He looked down at you, hazel eyes dark but washed with pure lust. His jawline was sharp and still clenched, with his bottom lip settled between the rows of his pearly whites. He was studying you, ogling you, having you reluctantly realize that you were completely raw before him.

“So beautiful,” Ashton muttered as he pulled off his shirt over his head before tossing the white garment somewhere on the floor. He was quick to pounce on the bed, his sharp knees digging into the mattress. You felt the weight sink your lower body down before he balanced it out by slamming his hands down to the sides of your head. He was now hovering you, casting a shadow to darken your surroundings easily. His curly locks hung from his head, the blondness of his hair solely being seen by the little light provided in the room.

“So,” Ashton hummed, the single word being hung momentarily as he slowly dipped down. His nose was so, so close to yours, you were tempted to just reach up and smash your lips on his. But you knew a punishment was due if you did such an audacious thing. “What exactly entices you about me, Princess?”

Right then, he dipped down and latched his lips upon your neck. You moaned, tilting your head up to stretch your neck to make it easier for him. His curly hair tickled your face but you ignored it as bliss surfaced all over. His warm, chapped lips pressed stiffly on your neck as his pearly whites nipples at a tugged part of your neck. His tongue lathered it with his saliva, moist and warm as he kept doing this all over.

“D-Daddy...” You let out, adoring the way he used his mouth.

“Is it the way I suck on your neck like this, Princess?” Ashton hummed, the vibrations of his words as well as the heat of his breath made sweat trickle down your forehead. You felt your core ooze with your liquids, desperate for Ashton to quickly pay attention to your cunt. “Marking you up so everybody knows what’s mine.”

“Or maybe,” Ashton began teasingly, peppering kisses down a trail to the center of your chest, between your breasts. You felt the tip of his tongue draw circles, having you toss your head back in euphoria. It slowly slithered towards your left breast, swirling around your bud but not quite touching it. “It’s the way I suck your breasts so lovingly.”

“Nngh...” Ashton quickly takes your left nipple into his mouth, feeling the cooling sensation of his saliva as his tongue swirled around it. You ark your back, feeling pleasure getting triggered from his action as he sucked your nipple desperately. You bent your legs a little bit, cautious not to hit your boyfriend’s crotch as your toes curled around the small bits of sheet they could take. Your breasts gradually became hot as Ashton released your nipple from his mouth to plant warm, wet kisses all over the very mound.

“You like that?” Ashton breathed, having you nod vigorously before he switched his mouth to the next breast.

“Ha... ah!” Relying on his right hand to keep him hoisted, his left hand hovers over to your unoccupied breast and cups it. You felt his fingers dent the breast as he massaged it with his selected forced. His mouth was working wonders, kitty-licking the very tip of your nub as Ashton used his fingers to tug at your left nipple. “D-Daddy...!”

“I love your sounds, Princess,” Ashton mumbled lovingly, taking your nub between his teeth so suddenly. You tilted your head up and watched him, seeing him flash you a taunting smirk as he bit down lightly and tugged it carelessly.

“F-fuhh..” You moaned, using an immense amount of effort to keep from cursing. You decide to bite your tongue to refrain from doing so. After all, you definitely did not want another punishment, even if the first one wasn’t that gruesome. Ashton knew how to make them more cruel each time after the next.

Pop! “Or maybe,” Ashton began as soon as he abandoned your nipple. The now moist buds were suffering coldness from the lack of his mouth and his hand. You could feel your arousal pool your ass and slowly drown itself down into the sheets. Ashton was back to hovering you, having you widen your eyes at his shiny lips from his suckage. “You were enticed by my cock the entire time you got to see it.”

You stiffened a bit, feeling blood surge to your cheeks and flare up in heat. Your expression made it easy to uncover the truth. It was all over you, the evidence.

“That’s what entices you the most, right, Princess?” Ashton teased darkly, his eyes burning into yours with such a lustful passion. You gulped, allowing the man to indulge in the truth as he smiled pleasantly. “That’s what I figured.”

Ashton smashed his lips upon yours a second after his words. He forced his tongue inside, having you subconsciously raise your hands to cup his cheeks. The restraints stop you, having you moan in frustration for Ashton to swallow in and continue pleasuring your lips. His scruff once again made its comeback to tickle your chin, but it was easy to ignore as Ashton was making you feel so good.

“Let’s prepare you for this cock then.” Ashton began as he detached his lips from yours. Your eyes sparkled, looking hopeful at the boys eyes before he disappeared from above you. You watched as he grabbed your knees and flattened them before spreading them. Ashton flashed such a roguish smirk, you couldn’t help but feel your heart throb.

Ashton was quick to dip to your core, only to darkly chuckle at the sight of the small pool of pre-orgasm that you made. Surely, he couldn’t blame you, considering all that he’s done already. You felt Ashton’s fingers crawl up your inner thigh, his rough fingertips already making it up to your cunt and tugging at your labia.

“Mm-ph...” You felt your moan strain its way out as Ashton gave one labia a good lick. He went from the bottom to top, feeling the cold, wet entity send all sorts of sensations throughout your body. He did the same to the other before sending his tongue to the source of your arousal waterfall. You felt it all ooze out as Ashton’s hot breath teased your entrance. Ashton quickly flicked your clit with his tongue, causing you to jerk before he plunged it in your cunt. “Fuck!”

“I’m letting that one slide,” Ashton spoke against your cunt, having you jerk in pleasure from the vibrations of his voice. You could feel his tongue desperately trying to slither in deep, forcing your body to clench your walls around it for more stimulation. He began pressing further and further, feeling his tongue go as far as it can get, flicking around inside you to collect your juices. You could feel it build up, your release-- desperate to reach that very climax you didn’t want, but need.

“C-can you..” You struggled, the moan trailing off as your hands kept opening and fisting up again. You were desperate to either touch your boyfriend or grab onto the sheets, but neither option proved itself to be possible. “...inside, please...”

Ashton quickly left your cunt, sitting up to show off his went mouth and chin with your arousal. You couldn’t help but heat up inside even more. “You want Daddy’s cock now?” You nodded rigorously. Ashton’s lips curved into his signature, sinister smirk. “Alright then, Princess. You’ve earned it.”

Flutters were sent all over your stomach and ticker, having you watch as Ashton relieved himself from the bed and went over to the drawer once more. Opening the second drawer, he dug around while simultaneously removing his Converse with his own two feet. Biting your bottom lip, you listen to the sudden slam of the drawer closing as a plastic sound danced inside Ashton’s hand. Returning to your open legs, Ashton carelessly tossed several condoms on the bed, residing near your side with the black blindfold. You were still wondering his plans with it but refused to ask about it.

Ashton finally stripped out of his pants, a large bulge stuck behind the garment that was his white Calvin Klein's. You watched him shimmy out of it with ease, having you ogle at the tall, built man before you. His dick, a soft caramel with veins of greens and blues popping from it, flung out after he had let it loose. You felt yourself drool, overly eager to have that finally in you.

“Are you ready, Princess?” Ashton hummed, grabbing one of the condoms, ripping it open, and revealing the moist elastic. Your eyes marveled at it, complete prepared as you silently nodded. He snicked at you as he slid the condom over his dick and propped himself on the bed again.

Then, without warning, Ashton plunged the entirety of him inside you.

“FUCK!” You moaned so loudly, you were sure cities could hear it. You became a little light headed immediately, your fists clenching as your legs wrapped around Ashton’s waist. He remained still, allowing you to adapt to his length as beads of sweat recollected. “Fuck... fuck...” You felt your breathing increase rapidly, overwhelmed by how instantly you were stretched.

“Can I move now, Princess?” Ashton asked lowly, his voice lower and more throaty as his large hands held your waist. You gave yourself a few more seconds, your chest heaving before you swallowed calmly.

“You may, Daddy.”

With the consent desired, Ashton slowly began thrusting out and in you, having you release several moans, sounds that you never thought you’d be able to produce. But with Ashton, anything that he does causes the most unthinkable things. You felt his cock exit and enter you so smoothly, feeling it reach your core with incredible ease. Sweat coated your neck and collarbone, your head thrown back as your hands shifted desperately. The chains rung your ears loudly, but Ashton’s moans came through so clearly.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” Ashton growled, his fingers digging deeper into your waist. He was guaranteed to leave bruises, feeling his thumb really dent into your at your outer pelvis. He gradually began to thrust faster, which only rushed your climax and became just a few seconds closer to your release.

“D-Daddy, I’m gonna--” you started, quickly choking on your spit before regaining yourself, “c-cum--!”

“Do it, then,” Ashton demanded, his words striking a chord as you immediately felt yourself let go. Sticky, warm liquid oozed passed Ashton’s covered dick and began pouring itself down to your crack and adding to the pool of pre-cum you had created from the start.

“Shit, shit...” Curses left you like snaps, seeming unstoppable as they echoed in the room. But Ashton, for some reason, refused to pull out. So, as you slowly regained yourself and your breath, you caught Ashton’s gaze and blinked in confusion. “D-Daddy? Did you not cum?”

“I didn’t.” Ashton said his words so simply, quickly pulling out of you to get on the floor. You felt the rest of your orgasm seep out with ease as Ashton picked up his skinny jeans. His large hand cupped the mystery item as he tossed the pants aside again. With his free hand, he peeled off the condom with pre-cum and tossed it to the ground as well.

“Wh-what are you do--.”

“Close your eyes, Princess,” Ashton asked firmly, his lips pursed. You looked into his eyes, searching for some sort of silent answer. But his hazel eyes were too clouded with lust, unsure as to what he was actually planning. But you seemed a little hesitant to follow through with his request, having his eyes soften a bit. “Do you trust me?”

“Y-yes, of course--.”

“Then close your eyes for me, love.” With his more gentle words, you obliged and allowed your eyelids to flutter close and keep your sights from the rest of the room. That’s when you listened to Ashton move to the side of the bed, grab something from it, replace it, and head to your face. You felt a smooth material touch your eyelids and immediately guessed it to be the blindfold. Knowing this, you lifted your head and helped Ashton to tie it from the back in his signature cute bow. “Thank you, baby.”

You then listened (as your ears were the only reliant sense) as Ashton shifted around and pounced upon the bed once more. You felt yourself sink as his hands were by the sides of your head again. He used one hand to raise his cock to your entrance once more and plunged in, having you ark your back once more from the pleasure.

“Sh-it!” You exclaimed, gasping desperately for air again as he began thrusting at a pretty quick pace. It was outstanding how much stamina Ashton really own. But he only gave you just a few thrusts before you felt the mattress float up again from the lack of his hands. He was now still, his hands now holding your inner thighs strongly. “Mmm?”

“We’re gonna do something a little...” Ashton trailed off, taking your left leg and twisting your waist some so it was now residing on your right leg. You moaned weakly from this, clenching around his dick as he moved your body. You fixed your torso to be lying on your side as well, curious about Ashton’s finishing word. “...new. How does that sound, Princess?”

“I’m up for anything for you, Daddy,” you whispered, your words somewhat shaky but you managed to get it out okay. You heard him quietly snort as you heard him shift a little. You heard an item get dropped near your rear as the top of his hand briefly brushed your ass. You listened to Ashton somewhat scrape something off the sheets, having you yearn for your sight.

“Alright, just stay still for me, okay?” Ashton murmured, having you reply with a quiet ‘okay’ as you waited for his actions.

One hand went on your more exposed ass cheek, his thumb firmly denting your inner ass cheek before tugging it away from your asshole. Your breath hitched at this, unsure as to where this was headed. But then you felt Ashton’s finger, moist and sticky, rub around the rim of the entrance. Holding your breath, you waited until Ashton plunged a finger inside.

“I, I--,” you choked, attempting to refrain from squirming uncomfortably so Ashton could go through with his intentions.

“Just stay still, baby, it’s okay.” His reassuring words somewhat soothed your nerves as he went in deeper. It was a completely uncomfortable feeling, which made you almost tempted to shout your safety word. But you didn’t as Ashton managed to shove his entire finger in. “Just another....”

Another finger joined the party and your body contorted uncomfortably at this. It felt incredibly odd, and you wanted nothing to do with it. But there he went, fitting two whole fingers as he let it sit for a moment inside. You were breathing heavy, attempting to keep your cool as you waited for his next move. But then, Ashton slowly started separating his fingers and jolts of intense pain stormed in.

“Lucky!” You screamed, your hands fumbling to grab the chain of your cool restraint. “Lucky, lucky, lucky!” Your screamed echoed in the room, emitting painfully from your throat as Ashton immediately took his fingers out.

“Shit, Y/N!” Frantic, Ashton pulled out of you and abandoned the bed. A few seconds later, you felt him quickly jingle the key of the cuffs in the holes and released you from them. You struggled yourself to sit up, your bottom lip quivering as Ashton undid the knot and relieved you of the blindfold as well. You saw his face torture you with worry as those light hazel eyes widened.

Your eyes were coated with tears, the outer whites becoming pink as a few of the salty dollops began streaming down those peachy cheeks. You kept sniffling, crinkling your nose a bit in attempts to make it stop (which proved to be vain). And your bottom lip quivered, having you force it between your teeth to stop it from its nervous habit.

“Y/N, fuck, I’m so sorry!” Ashton quickly grabbed your shoulders and pulled you against him. You felt your face press upon his broad shoulder as his hands pressed on your back. They felt shaky behind you, his anxiety obvious as he held you. “I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry, fuck!”

“It’s okay,” you croaked quietly against his shoulder, tears streaming down rapidly to play upon his warm, sweaty shoulder. He tightened his embrace around you, his face burying itself into the crook of your neck.

“It’s not okay!” Ashton quietly huffed into your neck, feeling his lips plant small kisses upon your marked neck. “I went too far, I went too far. I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N, I went too far this time.”

As Ashton cradled you, obviously upset with himself, you blink a few times to clear your vision of the tears. No longer with a blurry sight, you looked over to the end of the bed to see the condoms, the stain you produced, and another item you were familiar with but haven’t used in a long while. A vibrator, the shape of a narrow egg, with a black cord connected to the remote of it. The purple entity remained still, having you connect everything with ease and sigh.

Suddenly, Ashton let go of you, which forced you to sit up again to level with his eyes again. He crawled off the bed, having you watch ponderously as he grabbed his underwear and white shirt from the floor. He tossed the tee to you as he peeled off the condom and threw it to pull up the underwear. You pull the shirt on quickly, the large garment hugging your body kindly. Ashton then returned, sitting in a pretzel before you with an ashamed expression.

“I’m so sorry,” Ashton repeats once more, his voice filled with agony as his broken eyes stared into yours. He swallowed once, his Adams Apple bobbing as he emits a shaky sigh. “I fucking hate myself, I didn’t mean to hurt you. That was far away from my intention, I swear to you, Y/N, I love you so fucking much.”

You watched him silently as his eyes began to go more brilliant. They began to shine, gleaming sweetly as tears started to coat them. His jawline clenched uncomfortably, immensely discontent with his actions as he allowed the tears to pour out of the wells of his eye sockets. As much as you agree with him going too far, this was something that hurt even more.

“Hey,” you whispered weakly, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks. You felt his beard hair tickle your palms as you held him, flashing him a small, curt smile. “Don’t cry, okay?” You leaned forward and kissed his tears away at both eyes, rubbing the excess moisture with your thumbs. “I don’t like it when you cry.”

“I can’t help it,” Ashton croaked, torment streaming off his tongue as he distantly looked down at his still hands. But if you squint your eyes just a bit, you could see the fingers merely tremble. “I swore never to hurt you, and I fucking did and I feel like utter shit about it.” You shook your head, pulling his head close to grab his gaze once more. The pupils dilate, his hazel eyes lightening as you stared into his brown orbs.

“I forgive you, Ashton,” you mumble, shifting uncomfortably from the soreness he left you with. But you smiled warmly at the boy, rubbing his upper cheeks kindly. “I love you too, okay? I love you more than you’ll ever know.” You allowed the gaze to stay still between the two, seeing as Ashton’s tears quickly dissolve away. That gave Ashton the strength to crawl his large hands up to yours and hold them gently with care. With a few sniffles, a sad smile finally began to play at his lips as he stared at you.

“You’re the best thing I’ve ever had, Y/N,” Ashton whispered, lightly tightening his grip on your hands as you widened your own smile. “You’re everything, and I love you so very much. I’ll be sure to love you much better from now on, out and in the bedroom.”

You giggled, nodding gently in agreement. You then tugged Ashton’s head forward, having him lean over as you guided him closer to your face. Moving a few curly locks from his forehead, you press a soft, firm kiss upon it with your supple lips.

“That sounds pretty rad. Thank you,” you spoke softly, your hot breath following the kiss as you pressed your lips upon it again. You smiled on his forehead, with the tip of your nose joining the contact. “And, in case you doubt it: you still entice me. You always have, and always will.”

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Sexy Little Red Riot Hood Ch11

Link on AO3: here Boku no Hero Academia | Wolf Bakugou x Little Red Riot Hood (AU) Chapters: 11/? Summary: Pack Secrets and Bakugou’s irritability

Author’s Note & Warnings: Nothing big except Bakugou being an asshole

Chapter Eleven: Secrets and Sparks

Their plan was set. Shinsou and Shouji would collaborate on the best and fastest route to take towards the sea so that when they got closer Shouji could remember where exactly this Plus Ultra sanctuary was. They rested for the night at Shouji and Tokoyami’s place, making sure they repacked their packs, had a map, and to ensure they successfully threw off the pack of wolves. They set out in the early dawn. It would take at least two full weeks to even get near the coast line so Shouji could solely take over. That was counting a few stops, and any encounters. Bakugou was hoping it’d be sooner than that as long as everybody didn’t slow down.

It was interesting traveling together, to say the least. Even though the situation was dire, there was a lot of fun shenanigans that honestly took their mind off of the danger and gave them some peace of mind – even for Bakugou. What was really fun, was the secrets learned about each other.

Shinsou was a magician, whose specialty was a mind control spell. He looked so evil when he asked Bakugou if he wanted to let him try it on him when he didn’t believe him, but both Ojiro and Kirishima intervened laughing saying no. That had been a wild night by the campfire and they learned that Ojiro and Shinsou’s first encounter was because Shinsou accidentally hit Ojiro with the mind control spell while he was practicing refining it, and Ojiro had been out hunting because he was a hunter. They laughed about it as they remembered it. Bakugou thought it was weird, but Kirishima said it was sweet.

The next night they had learned that Shouji and Tokoyami had met when Shouji had happened to venture into the forest looking for some more herbs and plants for healing ointments. He had run right into Tokoyami’s trap the first day. Tokoyami had set it up for a target – he was a type of ninja – and told Shouji to scram so he didn’t screw it up – he had called him a lumbering lumberjack. The next day Shouji literally caught Tokoyami from falling out of a tree, having fallen asleep on a limb and ended up leaning off. Bakugou laughed at that, calling Tokoyami a dumb bird. It bristled Tokoyami, but Shouji simply chuckled deeply and pulled Tokoyami lovingly into his wing, nuzzling him.

It was hilarious the next night when they camped out, food done and everybody beginning to dig in. Tokoyami came back from his watch to eat and – took – off – his – head. Bakugou choked on the meat he had been eating, pounding his chest. Ojiro was in a similar situation. Shinsou simply dropped his food into the dirt. Kirishima stayed.

“YOU—” Before a word could be uttered out of anyone’s sputtering mouth, Shouji chuckled. He had the crow head in his lap and before them sat Tokoyami, with a human head – the red neck a simple red scarf that could double as a half-face mask. He had black hair just like the crow head feathers, but he had an undercut, with the top slicked back. Red eyes stared at them, little black eyebrow quirked upwards.

“What?” Yup. Tokoyami’s pink human lips moved and that lower octave voice was the same one that had come out of the talking crow’s head.

“You—” Ojiro tried,

“YOU FUCKER—” Bakugou coughed, words lost on his tongue.

“Tokoyami…your…” Kirishima at least tried to gesture to himself, trying to motion to his face. Tokoyami just cocked his head to the side like the crow’s head had done when he was quizzical. Shouji chuckled and rubbed Tokoyami’s back with one of his hands and handed him his meat skewer as he spoke, Tokoyami took the meat gratefully.

“My dear,” He spoke low, mouth tentacle moving in place of the mouth hidden beneath his mask. “They are a little baffled by you suddenly taking your head off. I believe they’re asking for an explanation.” Shouji filled in the blanks with a low chuckle, amused.

“Oh.” Tokoyami took a bite – with very human teeth – and looked at his startled companions. “I told you I’m a ninja.”

“THAT DOESN’T EXPLAIN IT ASSHAT.” Bakugou nearly tossed his meat at Tokoyami’s – now human – dumb head but thought twice and tightened his grip on it lest he be chided by Kirishima, and his own thoughts, for wasting food.

“I’m getting there.” Tokoyami took another bite, dragging out the silence as he peacefully chewed till he swallowed it. “Like I said before I was rudely interrupted.” He spoke calmly. “I am a ninja. Being a ninja we have many tricks and other things. One thing that’s passed down in my clan is that we never let anyone see us without our mask on.”

“It’s true, it took a while before Fumikage showed me.” Shouji said, smiling as he pulled Tokoyami to sit closer to him – which meant right in his lap.

“Mhm,” Tokoyami nodded. “I relate to crows and ravens best so that is how I perceived myself to everyone. And no one would know the difference.”

“But the mouth moved—” Kirishima spoke up.

“You ate food.” Ojiro said, the boys still dumb founded. Bakugou had left his shock by now, and was now upset that he hadn’t noticed it.

“I’d be a terrible ninja if I couldn’t do something simple like that.” Tokoyami smiled a dazzlingly but mysterious smile, not going to explain his secrets.

“Interesting…” Shinsou spoke up, hand at his chin in thought.

“That’s amazing Tokoyami.” Kirishima said, dazzled by what they had learned. “We greatly appreciate that you feel comfortable enough with us to share such an important thing with us.” Kirishima beamed happily. Tokoyami beamed just as bright.

It was really apparent to Kirishima that night – as they all laid in the blankets they had brought, Kirishima huddled up to Bakugou’s warmth beneath the blankets, fur wrapped tight around him to ensure he didn’t get a cold – they really were like a pack. He wondered if Bakugou realized it yet, that he had in his own way, brought the pack together and made sure everyone stuck to their roles and didn’t conflict. The more important fact of it all too, was that everybody had formed into this little pack and took Bakugou’s harsh words at face value. They had accepted him preening them into a pack, accepted him as their Alpha and to follow his orders if he gave it in an absolute tone.

He couldn’t help but smile as he dozed off, listening to Bakugou quietly croon to him, rubbing his back with his strong, hot hands. None of them were wolves except Bakugou, but they were a pack, a family now. It was a pleasant thought that Kirishima wanted to dwell on a whole lot longer.

As much as Kirishima had went to bed with good happy thoughts about Bakugou’s good behavior and of them all in a pack – for some reason the following three days Bakugou’s mood was terrible. His short fuse was even shorter. He kept barking at them to get a move on, to hurry up and not slow them down. He couldn’t allow breaks. Over all his shitty-to-others attitude had returned but with such an overwhelming vengeance that Kirishima was worried. This was more than just Bakugou being annoyed or worried about Deku or his pack catching up with them. Something truly was bothering or even possibly wrong with Bakugou.

It was getting to the point that Kirishima, nor the rest of their crew, could take it anymore.

“What’s your problem?” Shinsou was the one who addressed it. They had stopped at a stream at midday to take a brief break – Bakugou was heavily against it and trying to get them to move – and to wash off some of the mud and dirt from their worn clothes.

“I ain’t got a problem except you dragging your ass.” Bakugou’s temper was hot and flying off the handle already. Kirishima looked on worriedly, afraid a fight might really break out between everybody.

“You do – you’ve been an actual asshole this whole time.”

“You should pick up the damn pace then.”

“You’re acting like Deku.”

Oh. That was a poor choice of words because now, Bakugou truly did pounce on Shinsou. A brawl of pure fist fighting – at least Bakugou was refraining from using his power and Shinsou from mind controlling him – and they all looked on worriedly.

“Bakugou please –” Kirishima tried to break it up. It was then that Tokoyami pulled out one of the circular bombs he had and activated it right at the two. Thankfully it was only a smoke screen with a smell to get the two to ease up and instead go into a coughing fit. Kirishima dragged Bakugou back and Ojiro grabbed Shinsou.

“You two need to calm down!” Ojiro said, patting Shinsou’s back as he coughed, Kirishima doing the same to Bakugou. “I know he’s being an asshole but fighting will do us no good!”

“I’m not being an asshole!” Bakugou’s tail and ears were telltale signs he was agitated beyond belief and ready to go again – though this time his hands were sparking up too. As the two went up to argue again, their bodies pushing forward, more Bakugou’s than Shinsou, though both partners were trying to keep their respective man back. Kirishima opened his mouth along with Ojiro’s to calm them down, and Tokoyami was going to make a remark.

“Bakugou,”

It was Shouji’s words that stopped them all.

“Is it time for your rut?”

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Tech Support (BillyxAvalon)

Billy is, once again, working on upgrading the rangers’ zords and weapons and this time Avalon is a willing participant to help. (aka, the time Billy finally found out he had feelings for Avalon, before Kimberly dragged it out of him).

Inspired by this post (x)

“What are you up to today?”

“I’m running diagnostics on the Zords and determined by the results of those tests I will then facilitate the capacities the hydraulics will be able to handle while under certain pressures of battle,” Billy explained before clarifying with, “Tests, tests, and more tests.”

“Fancy an assistant?” Avalon asked.

“I’d love one.”

Billy wasn’t sure what to expect, really. He wasn’t one that many people would call anal-retentive. If he were being gratuitous he’d say he could be as laid-back as Zack at the best of times. At the worst the blue ranger could get a little persnickety. But who liked having fingerprints mar computer and video screens? Who liked having to take the time to clean up a mess that wasn’t a mess beforehand? Who liked to have their work messed up when he had a structure order to everything it.

Not to mention what everyone lovingly dubbed his techno-speak. It was a part of him and always had been. But he saw the way everyone looked at him as he continued to speak—or ramble as his parents also lovingly pointed out. Saw the looks when he finished. The half-second pause as they tried to work through what he had said before inevitably asking him to repeat himself.

‘English please’.

He thought he was speaking English. It wasn’t his fault he preferred to use the big vocabulary he had learned through his numerous studies and pieces of literature that lined the walls of his house and the library when he had the free time.

It was probably the only thing in life that actually ticked him off.

So much so that as much as he tried to keep a straight face, Trini, so far, had been the only one he could handle for a length of time. Kimberly, as much as he loved her energy, was a little too energetic for the Command Center. Jason was a little too peaceful about things going on. Zack didn’t take it as seriously as he could and Tommy…Tommy tried. His forgetfulness didn’t help.

When Bailey joined him in the Command Center it was a match made in heaven, she enjoyed the sciences and alien technology that they came across with their zords and weapons. But she was a young girl with her own set of friends and coming into her own in the world. But she wasn’t always available for some help.

Having Avalon helping him wasn’t too foreign. He’d subject her to many moments of being his guinea pig for DNA recon due to their proximity. She initially whined and complained about it but dutifully handed over saliva, strands of hair, or nail clippings when asked. Soon afterwards, she could have the samples prepared for him before he knew he needed to ask for them.

He watched as pleasant surprise shot across her face, making her stormy, dark brown eyes brighten. Much like a skyline after a rainfall. The clouds broke away and sunlight came through. The smile that came to her face was one she didn’t show often enough. Then it was clouded over once more and she suddenly scowled at him. Billy blinked in surprise, eyebrows coming together.

Logically, he knew there was nothing he’d done in the last couple of seconds that could have made her irritated at him. She did have random bouts of mood swings and knew it was from her trust issues. If he knew her as well as he thought he did—which was very likely—she wasn’t sure why he agreed o have her in the Command Center alongside him.

“What” Billy asked the question with a little laugh to his tone. He couldn’t help it. The scowl on her face and her smaller stature made her look like a little kid that was having a tantrum. Not the powerful force to be reckoned with in and out of battle.

“What?” Avalon parroted.

“Why are you…glaring like that?” He asked. He lowered his coffee mug from his lips and moved to the sink to rinse it out. With a few quick movements he had it rinsed, washed, and dried, sitting neatly in drying rack. Everything back where it needed to be. Then he turned back to Avalon, patiently waiting for her explanation.

Once again, he found himself unable to stop watching her. He could see the storm of emotions brewing through her eyes. Her shoulders slumped and she started to tug at the sleeves of the orange flannel shirt tied around her waist. Finally, she lifted her head, slapped her hand against her thigh.

Her eyes met his.

“Usually you prefer to do these things yourself,” she said.

Ah.

It was true; he could be a bit of a lone-wolf at times. It was never intentional. Sometimes he got so into what he was doing that everything tended to fall by the wayside. Or maybe it was that he didn’t quite feel comfortable around them. He was the odd man out in terms of athletic amongst his friends. He wasn’t a wimp by any means, being taught martial arts and gymnastics from his friends but it was never his forte.

“Why would you want me to help?”

“Because I enjoy your company,” he said honestly.

“Oh.”

And that was all that needed to be said by way of explanation. It was the truth. HE enjoyed her company. It was a bit of a bragging point for him. He was the first one of their group she had really opened up to. By his count she was the only one that she wasn’t too hostile with when they first met. Not that he was keeping score. It was a simple observation. Just like he was the first one that she’d given a nickname to. It had annoyed him at first, who wanted to be known as a short, blue, elfish creature.

Then he’d heard the ones she’d given the rest of the rangers and was grateful for small favors. It had grown on him pretty quickly once he realized the intent behind it. He’d studied Australian culture shortly after meeting her, knowing it was something that many of them did over there. Give nicknames to those they considered friends. He was flattered and pleasantly surprised to know she considered him one, first. Truth be told he didn’t always know how to act around her rather than being straightforward.

It was a wonder that he had found himself growing close to her, understanding her so well. She was a lone-wolf in her own way and protected her pack—her little sister and their friends—as fiercely as an alpha wolf would.

He believed the word for it was kismet.

Billy pulled a headset over his ears. “Alpha, please run a diagnostic on the Tyrannosaur zord while I go into the cockpit to asses the damage there.”

“Right away, Billy,” Alpha agreed, toddling off to do what he was told.

“What do you want me to do?” Avalon asked.

She stood a few feet away from him, glancing around the Command Center’s zord hangar. Every time the zords were dismissed after battle they went back to their hiding spots. However, when it was time for them to have maintenance work done they were summoned to the hangar.

Thankfully, it didn’t look like there was too much damage that needed to be fixed. But looks could be deceiving. He had an innate understanding of the inner workings of the zords to know when something as small as a chipped piece of a control panel could mean structural damage inside.

“I want you to wait with Alpha to see what diagnostics says,” Billy explained. He adjusted the microphone lead so that it rested by his mouth. “And relay the information to me.”

Avalon lifted a flat hand to her forehead and saluted him. “Aye, aye, Smurf.”

A smirk raised to Billy’s lips. He turned and grabbed onto the rungs of the ladder directly to his right and quickly climbed up. He walked along the catwalk, gently sliding his fingers over the metallic finish of the Pterodactyl, Saber-Tooth Tiger, and Triceratops zords before coming to a stop at the Tyrannosaurus zord. Then he carefully lowered himself down the hatch at the top of the zord and wedged his way into the cockpit.

It smelled faintly like mechanics, sweat, and cologne. Their consistent and often sporadic calls to action had caused for everyone’s increase in their personal hygiene. It seemed that Jason had taken Zack’s advice of the cologne to ‘attract the babes’ as he put it. If only those babes knew Jason was a ranger, it’d probably cut out the middle man and keep Billy from choking to death every time he went to do basic maintenance.

A wry smile came to Billy’s face and he turned his attention back to the computers inside the zord. Everything looked to be okay from the first glance. No chips to the control panel, no buttons jammed into its housing in desperation of needed power. No joysticks knocked loose form their tracks. But that was only on the outside. With the hardware inside composing of wires and fragile pieces of machinery, anything could’ve happened.

Goldar was nothing short of ruthless when fighting against the Megazord. Almost as if the mere sight caused him great displeasure.

Billy’s wry smile widened at the thought of the golden monster instead deciding to use his words when fighting against the rangers. If only they could be that lucky. A simple conversation to send all the monsters away. It’d sure make their jobs a hell of a lot easier. Taking a screwdriver from his belt, Billy pried open a metallic panel that lead to the wires inside.

Leaning over it, he frowned. There didn’t seem to be anything wrong. But none of the zords ever came out of a fight with little structural damage. Now that he thought about it, it was typically Avalon’s Orange Stegosaurus zord that was the one most damaged. She did have a very offensive offense tactic in her fights. Or else it was easier for her to unleash her aggression on the monsters rather than the other rangers as she’d done before.

A familiar crackling sound filled his ears and Billy lifted his head to press into the ear-piece. “What’s the verdict, Alpha?”

“There’s smoke coming out of the bottom of the zord, is that good?” Avalon’s voice replied over the radio. In the background, he could hear Alpha’s frantic ‘ay yi yi yi yi’s’. For a moment, Billy was floored by the completely casual tone to Avalon’s voice.

Smoke in a zord was never a good thing.

Billy pressed his finger firmly against the ear-piece so he could respond, “No, Av, that’s not good.”

“Next question; is it normal?”

She was going to give him a heart attack. He knew that for sure. She was going to make him drop dead from stress alone. Billy quickly climbed out of the cockpit of the zord. His feet practically grew wings with the speed he got himself back down to the ground where Avalon stood calmly next to Alpha, who flapped his hands towards the last vapors of smoke that dissipated in seconds.

“As soon as he finished running the diagnostic, something started happening with the tail, mate,” Avalon explained. She poked her cheek with the end of the antenna sticking out of the radio. She looked it over for a moment. “Looks to me like the circuits have been fried. I reckon it could use some new rotors, too.”

“If you knew what’s wrong with it, why did you ask me?” Billy asked.

Avalon’s eyes flashed. She pointed the end of the antenna towards him. “To see that look on your face, Smurf.” He rolled his eyes. “Honestly? Because you’re not going to be able to fix that yourself.”

Billy pressed a hand to his chin. He took the scanner that Alpha handed to him and waved it over the tail section of the zord. It beeped towards the inside, where the tail connected with the body of the zord. “You’re right,” he agreed. “The mechanics at this point of connection are routinely difficult to handle on one’s own.”

“Well, that’s what I’m here for.”

“We’ll need a screwdriver, a wire cutter, a socket wrench, and a flash light.”

It took only a few seconds for the items to be acquired before Billy put himself on his back and wiggled his way underneath the Zord. He pressed the flashlight into his mouth, using his teeth to hold it steady while he looked over the parts. Avalon scuttled up next to him, carefully holding onto the other pieces of equipment.

Reaching up a hand, Billy pulled the flashlight form his mouth and waved it over the section that had been smoking. The parts were covered in soot, an acrid scent hanging around them. It was all he could do to not choke on it. No matter how used to the different smells from the zords, the first wave always shocked him.

“See this?”

“Uh-huh.”

“There’s structural damage to the zord that I hadn’t previous observed. I can’t recall it taking in any hits from the last couple of fights. So, it must be standard wear and tear over the countless uses of the zord. These sockets here are starting to become loose, making the wires neighboring them to fray and become structurally unsound. Then these soldered points have commenced to corrode and melt against each other. They need to be detached and re-worked independently.”

“So, where are we looking at to start?”

Billy heard a rustling sound then felt her breath on his cheek. His eyebrows came together when he noticed it. It was a little distracting. His heart rate immediately increased and he felt his hands start to shake. Something strange squirmed in his stomach. How peculiar.

Billy turned his head to answer her and was gob smacked by how close she was to him. He could see every individual freckle that dusted her cheeks and nose, see the freckle that sat right above the right side of her upper lip, position perfectly vertical to the one above her eyebrow. Could clearly see the scar that ran from the bottom of the right side of her jaw that stretched up to the apple of her cheek. Could see her long, dark eyelashes stand out against her paler skin.

He’d always thought she had a striking face, her eyes incredibly intense. But up close…

“Billy?” Avalon asked.

Billy turned his attention away. He had no idea what came over him. Yes, he felt she was attractive, but it was just a factual statement. Just as he thought the same about Marge, Melissa, Trini, Kimberly, and other girls at Angel Grove High. It was scientific, they were all aesthetically pleasing.

Keep telling yourself that, the voice inside his head teased.

Now Billy frowned. Where had that come from.

“Yes, uh, it would be best if we started by taking apart the soldered points so that the tail can be detached.” He swallowed hard, lifting his flashlight once more. The beam of light wobbled back and forth. “That way we’ll be able to wholly ascertain how profound the structural impairment is.”

“Gotcha.” Avalon carefully placed the screwdriver on the ground beside her and picked up the socket wrench. She squinted, searching for the easiest point of entry then placed the wrench against it, moving her wrist back and forth to start loosening the bolts.

She worked deftly. Ping. Ping. Ping. Bolts dropped down into her hand by the second.

Something struck Billy then. “How did you know what was wrong with the rotors?” He asked.

A chuckle escaped Avalon’s lips. “I guess that’s the one bright side to having dated Chase for a while, yeah?” She pointed out. “He knows more about cars than anybody. I reckon, alien technology aside, it’d work out the same way.” She shook her head. “Honestly, I’m surprised he had more to say than what hit we were going to do next. It became his life.”

“Gang life can be pretty difficult to get out of,” Billy said. He didn’t have to explain it to her. She knew firsthand. He often wondered if she continued to run with them out of fear or because if it was the same reason he, statistically, knew to be true. It was harder to get out than to stay in.

“Not if you don’t want to get out,” Avalon pointed out. “And Chase definitely doesn’t. It’s the only life he knows, he likes the power.” A slow smile started to work its way to her face. “Imagine if he ended up being a power ranger.”

Billy thought about it and smiled as well. What a preposterous idea. Being a ranger was for those who were true at heart. It as how the power chose you. Still, seeing the vicious teen as a ranger was a humorous idea equally.

“What color do you think he’d have?” He asked.

“Knowing him?” She paused for exactly one second. “The girliest color you could imagine.”

“Pink?”

“Maybe even yellow, mate. Can you imagine the bloke in yellow?” She started to giggle. “What would his dinosaur be?”

“Well, considering we have the Mastodon and the Saber-Toothed Tiger, it doesn’t necessarily have to be a dinosaur,” Billy pointed out.

He thought about it for a moment. It came to him almost immediately.

“A chicken.”

He said it so dead-pan, so frank, so flat that Avalon burst out into hysterical laughter.

Billy found himself laughing along with her in seconds. He continued to laugh, trying to hold the flashlight steady but found that he couldn’t do it. He hadn’t laughed that hard since the last time Bulk and Skull managed to get cake all over them at a ill-fated martial arts attempt at the Youth Center.

He had fun with his friends, always had fun with them, but completely letting go and not being so shy was…hard. Finally, Avalon popped off all the other bolts and collected them in her hand before shimmying her way out from underneath the zord. Billy followed her then sat up, running a hand through his hair. He got to his feet and walked over to the end of the tail and gave a short tug, eyes widening at the weight of the machinery.

He expected it to be heavy, but the thought came back of how heavy it would’ve been if he didn’t have the added physiology from their ranger power. Billy carefully dropped the tail to the ground then stepped around it to look inside. Just as he thought. Some of the inner machinery wasn’t looking too good and Avalon was right when she said the rotors were an issue.

“Told you, mate,” Avalon said. She reached in and in a matter of seconds managed to remove the rotors from inside the machine piece and hefted them into her arms. “I’ll get started on these and then you can work on the other stuff.”

She walked over to a work bench and set the pieces of machinery down. Then she picked up a pair of glasses that sat on the bench and held them up to her face. Then turned to face him. “These yours, mate?”

Billy looked up at her. “Yes, they’re mine.”

“You’ve got terrible style in frames.” She slid them onto her eyes and scrunched her nose for added effect. “Hate to break it to you, Smurf, but It makes you look like a nerd.”

“They’re prescription.”

“Even worse. You’re fucking blind, too.”

Billy laughed to himself. At least she’s honest.

With a teasing smile, Avalon carefully set his glasses aside and picked up another set of safety glasses, immediately sliding them onto her face. He could practically see the manic glee in her eyes as she picked up the blow torch to use it.

Billy placed his hands on his hips, eyelashes fluttering as he watched. Avalon pulled her flannel shirt up over her arms, slid her hands into a pair of gloves, and arranged her hair behind her shoulders. She adjusted the safety glasses that already rested on her face and picked up the blow torch, holding it against the spinning metal in front of her. Sparks flew but she continued to focus on the part in front of her, turning the blowtorch this way and that every few seconds.

And still Billy watched. Watched as the sparks illuminated her face, making her freckles stand out against her skin, making her dark eyes reflect the bright light. The way the corner of her lips turned up in concentration. Then she lowered the blow torch and lifted the safety goggles up her forehead, making her hair fringe stick straight up so that he could see her entire face.

Could see the smile of pride at her own work.

It was then he knew.

Then he finally, completely understood what was making him act so weird all day.

He was in love with her.

#Billy Cranston #Avalon Mitchell #BillyxAv #Blue Burns Orange #Power Rangers #MMPR #90s MMPR

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initiala · 7 years

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Ooh, if you ever feel like it (I'm sure you have a lot of prompts since your writing is amazing) something like the Emma/Killian/Hook fic, but with Emma taking the serum? (One of them could peg Killian, just sayin)

I have been thinking about this one for literally months, it’s just a bit of a logistical nightmare. also @phiralovesloki and @lifeinahole27 want smut rewards for getting their grading done. A week or so late.

thanks a million to @bookstoreromantic for giving this a critical once-over!!

There was a mouth on his cock.

He should have been more focused on the weight straddled across his chest, but Killian was only a man and when someone was lovingly sucking and licking the length of his cock, well. A man has his priorities.

Only when he tried to move did he realize his arms were tied.

His eyes opened.

“Good,” Emma said, a smirk on her lips – her very red lips. She was the weight on his chest, her very nude form straddling him and leaving all of herself on glorious display. “He’s finally awake.”

Killian took in her white-gold hair and the predatory look in her eyes as alarm bells went off in his brain, but a second voice brought his attention back towards his groin. “Do you like your surprise?”

The reason for his mental alarm bells clicked when he saw Emma – another Emma, his Emma – look around the hips of her doppelganger and smiled sweetly at him. Her hair was golden, her eyes serene and a little mischievous, her lips glossed pink and he’d no doubt his cock proudly bore remnants of the gloss. “You took the serum,” he said.

Swan – for she resembled the Dark Swan, Emma’s worst self, all cold beauty and selfish desire – lightly scratched her nails through his chest hair. “Of course I did. You were so good to me – us – and I felt that such good behavior should be rewarded.”

Her lust-laced tone reminded him of that afternoon a few weeks before, when he’d taken the serum at her behest and she’d been ravished within an inch of her life. They’d discussed it a few times after, reminiscing mostly, but once he’d ventured the suggestion of being on the receiving end the next time. She’d seemed unsure, though, and he’d let the matter drop. He’d thought he’d be content with fantasies alone if it caused her discomfort. Emma’s hand on his thigh brought him back to the present. “I thought you’d enjoy it as a surprise,” she said simply.

“I thought you’d enjoy this,” Swan said, fingering the ropes that bound his wrist and hand to the headboard. He’d no idea how she bound his bare wrist, but he expected something magical had been involved. “I seem to find you tied up often enough. But I have to say, you do look so pretty this way.”

Emma’s worst self, it seemed, was comprised of selfishness and the harsh words she never allowed herself to say, the anger and hurt built up over years unhampered by her innate goodness. But Swan’s gentle touches on his arms and chest told him that – as Hook had been with Emma so many weeks before – under the cold exterior she still loved him above all else.

A light grip on his cock brought him back to the matter at hand. “What are you going to do with me?” Killian asked, the words rasping as he glanced down and saw how wet Swan was for him; her essence glistened on her exposed skin, her soft curls damp with desire.

Swan leaned down, biting hard and then gently on his ear before whispering, “Whatever we want.”

Emma’s mouth returned to his cock and Killian groaned deep in his throat, pulling against the enchanted ropes and straining against Swan’s weight on his chest. She lapped at the tip, her teasing tongue swirling and probing and pushing him closer and closer to the brink.

Swan plundered his mouth. Killian trembled from the multitude of sensations assaulting him: the rough kisses, the way she sucked on his tongue, Emma’s light touches on his cock and balls, four sets of nails raking and dragging and teasing their way along his skin – he’d be left with red crisscrossing lines on almost every inch of his body, as if he’d gotten into a fight with an animal and lost, and by all the gods he was loving every second of it.

“Let’s put that tongue to better use,” Swan murmured, her nose brushing against his and her lips teasing him in the most delightful way. She moved before he could think what that meant, and he found her straddling his head. He looked up past her dripping core, up the flat expanse of pale skin and past her pert breasts to find her staring down at him, a sultry smirk on her lips. “I believe you know what to do, Captain.”

He went to work, delving between her folds. At the same time, he felt one of Emma’s hands move, slipping past his balls and teasing the sensitive spot just behind. “Is this okay?” he heard her ask.

Killian paused for a breath, earning a slight smack on the chest from Swan. “Keep going,” he urged, then followed his own advice.

Swan rode his face, her head thrown back as she writhed and undulated, her moans filling their bedroom. He wished for the use of his hand, to pull her down so as to fuck her dripping cunt with his tongue, to tease and fill her even a little with his fingers. He froze, though, when he felt Emma’s hand move further back, her nimble fingers teasing his ass. Swan smacked him again and he groaned. “Get back to work,” she ordered. “I get to come before you get anything else, understood? And you,” she told Emma, “get him ready. I want him nice and wide for me.”

The fire in his belly roared higher at the implication of those words. He started to lick her again but she grabbed his hair and pulled him back. Killian’s groin tightened – they rarely played so rough in the bedroom, but even this little tease was heavenly. “I asked,” Swan whispered, her voice like steel, “is that understood?”

“A-aye, ma’am,” Killian croaked, every bit of him wound tighter than a spring. Gods, but she’d be the end of him.

Her smile was sweet, but the look in her eyes was everything but. “Good boy,” she all but purred, releasing her tight grip and gently smoothing his hair back.

He was absolutely fucked.

Emma had completely abandoned his cock at this point in favor of fucking his ass with her fingers; at some point she’d coated her fingers with lube to ease her passage – and if he wasn’t mistaken, it was the warming sensation kind she liked. His cock ached for any sort of touch, bobbing back against his stomach every time she found that sensitive place inside him. He tried not to whine, tried to focus on making Swan come, but it was hard. He was hard.

Why on earth had he ever thought fucking Emma and her double would be simple? That it would merely leave him satisfied? This wouldn’t come close to leaving him satisfied – it’d leave him ruined, wrecked for anyone else but her. He’d be left in pieces in the palm of her hand, the same hand that held his heart and kept it safe and well and loved.

Swan cried out as her orgasm swiftly overtook her. He lapped at her essence, cleaning her as her core rippled and shuddered above him. Killian felt Emma pause as Swan caught her breath, as if waiting for instructions on how to proceed next. “Is he ready?” Swan asked once she’d caught her breath.

“Almost,” Emma replied. “Tell me if it’s okay, Killian.”

He pushed against her hand and winced slightly. “Not yet, love.”

Swan huffed, moving away. “Put the cock ring on him and clean up,” she ordered Emma. “I’ll finish this while you get your turn.”

Emma pulled away and Killian whimpered at the loss. She went to wash her hands and Swan smiled, a bit more self-satisfied than before. “Here’s how this is going to work,” she said as she grabbed the lube and started prepping her fingers. “I’m going to let you go. Princess Sunshine Goody-Two-Shoes over there is going to put a cock ring on you, because you’re not allowed to come until I say so. But you’re going to fuck her. And I mean fuck her, pirate. You’re going to give her your best alpha-male act while she’s all tied up, and all the while I’m going to be fucking you.”

Perhaps he was still dreaming. They’d woken him, but perhaps this was one of those dreams where one only thought they woke up. Killian swallowed hard, trying to control the burning need to bury himself in her and then in Emma, fucking them both senseless. After all, only in his most private fantasies could a scenario such as this come to fruition.

Emma returned and in one hand she held the promised cock ring. Killian tried not to squirm in anticipation as she rolled it over his throbbing cock, a sigh escaping him as she settled it firmly around the base. Swan snapped her fingers and the rope freed itself from Killian’s wrists, slithering down the bed and looping itself snugly around Emma’s wrists. Her eyes were wide with shock and Killian wondered if they’d discussed this at all, or if Emma had even talked this scenario over in her head before taking the serum.

It took most of his willpower to tamp down his usual urges when it came to Emma: wooing and praising her, treating her well and ensuring she was well satisfied and eager for him before they arrived at the main event. Rarely had she asked for Captain Hook in her bed, and rarer did he want those traits to emerge, but it was what she’d asked for and he was ever her servant. Killian rolled and lunged, pinning her underneath him. He shifted her arms above her head, taking brief note that the enchanted rope chose to attach itself to the headboard before focusing on Emma again. “You’ve been quite wicked today,” he growled. He felt Swan’s eyes on them, felt her moving into position behind him. “Waking me with those lips wrapped around my cock, demanding I please half of you while the other watches. Such a wicked lass as yourself deserves punishment, no?”

Emma’s cheeks were flushed as she shook her head. “No, I just thought–”

“You thought denying me release would be amusing?” Killian asked. His hips were nestled firmly between her legs, her sex pressed hot against his aching cock. He wanted nothing more than to drive into her, make her scream for him so Swan would get on with it and let him come. “Does the thought of me bound and begging gratify you?”

She bit her lip, her wide eyes blinking up at him in an innocent way that drove him mad. “It does,” she whispered, just as her double teased his ass and slid her slick fingers inside him. “I like it,” Emma continued, her voice still soft. “I like seeing you like that, it – it makes me feel more in control, more powerful.”

And here was the antithetical: Emma as a whole struggled with her doubts and her fears. He knew that and made himself available to lean on when she found herself wallowing. But where Swan knew what she wanted and went for it, Emma now held herself in check, or allowed herself to believe that Swan might have taken all of the strength that she possessed before their separation, brief though it was.

Killian kissed her softly, acknowledging the light slap of admonition on his arse from Swan with a groan; he wasn’t obeying orders, but at this particular juncture he didn’t care. “D’you know what I like, love?” he murmured. She shook her head, though he caught the corner of her mouth twitching as she hid a smile. “I think you do,” he said, shifting his hips; it was a double-edged sword, giving him easier access to slide into Emma but also pushing Swan’s fingers deeper inside of him. “I think that wicked little brain of yours knows that I like to hear you scream.”

He plunged in and Emma gasped, her body tightening under and around his. She quivered, her arms straining as she fought the rope to try and hold him. Her legs wrapped around his hips and she ignored the indignant “hey!” from Swan. Killian paused just long enough to let her relax, letting him know she was okay to go, then started to move.

He nibbled her ears, the side of her neck, sucking little marks here and there and marring that perfect skin. He’d calmed some since her torment of him earlier, but being inside of her just brought him right back to the edge. Though he could feel just how wet she was for him, he wanted to bring her to completion quickly – he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last, cock ring or no.

He lifted himself up on his blunted arm, changing the angle to drive deeper into her core. “No coming,” Swan’s voice said in his ear, but a quick glance over his shoulder showed her sitting on her haunches, still fingering him and intensely – longingly? – watching him fuck her double. Her eyes snapped to his and he felt teeth gently biting on the lobe of his ear. Magic, he realized. Emma occasionally brought magic into what she called their “play time”, and this particular trick wasn’t new to him. There had been one memorable morning where she had been the early riser for once and decided to torment him with teasing touches into wakefulness, all the while making breakfast and coffee in the kitchen.

Gooseflesh rippled across his skin as the invisible, magic lips kissed their way down his shoulder and paid special attention to each of the scars that littered his back. Emma moaned below him. “There,” she gasped. “Oh, do that again.”

He repeated the thrust, reveling in the deep moan that tore from her throat. “There’s a girl, almost got you, haven’t I? Remember, darling, nice and loud, want to hear you–”

She whined, her hands twisting uselessly as she once again tried to free herself. Killian hitched one of her legs up higher over his hip. A flush began to creep down her chest; he watched with interest as the rosy tint met her breasts and blended with her nipples. Leaning down, Killian took one rosy peak into his mouth and sucked hard, just as he felt Swan’s fingers twist inside him and phantom teeth sink into his backside. So overwhelmed with sensation was he that Killian almost missed Emma’s climax, the warmth of her core gripping and rippling around him like a vice. Her cries filled his ears and he slowed, not wanting to push himself over that edge just yet: he desperately wanted what Swan offered him in exchange for being good.

When Emma stilled below him, Killian leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead. “Very good, lass,” he murmured, his breath hitching when Swan pulled away from him.

“And you’ve been a very good boy,” Swan said. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

Emma nodded, watching him with bright eyes and flushed cheeks. “He’s always good,” she said, making Killian blush faintly.

Swan hummed, a disbelieving note in her tone. “Perhaps not always. Sometimes the captain is a little bit naughty. Sometimes I think the captain wants to be punished.”

Emma twisted her hands and the rope fell away; Killian wondered about that, which of them was in control of it. She reached up to trace a line along his jaw and he leaned into her touch. “Is it a punishment if he wants it?” she asked, scratching her nails lightly through his scruff. “Seems to me like it’s a reward for being such a good boy.”

Something smooth and hard prodded his arse. Killian twisted and saw the Swan wearing the harness with the false cock. “That one’s new,” he commented, not recognizing it as one of their regular toys.

She smiled, a more gentle one than he’d seen on this incarnation before. “You didn’t think I’d fuck you without getting something in return, did you?”

He wondered at that before Emma whispered an explanation, something about it being able to be inside both of them at once, the Swan ordered him into position. Emma soothed him with kisses and feather light touches across his arms and chest as Swan entered him slowly. Even still, Killian had to breathe deeply so as not to come undone in mere seconds: every inch of him felt aflame, a burning need to move and mark both of them as his.

An impossible desire, even if there was only one Emma. She could bear the marks of his teeth and nails and beard, but such marks would fade. He wished he could brand himself on her heart, but even knowing their love was true, she could never be possessed by him.

No, he was the one wrapped up in her spell, bound only to her, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I’m going to move,” he said through grit teeth.

Somehow.

It took some fumbling to get a rhythm, let alone one that made everyone feel good. Though he was half-wild from the need to come, Killian was rather determined to make sure both Emmas came at least once more before he allowed himself to. No matter how many lips, magical or otherwise, caressed and bit his skin; how many sets of nails gripped his arms or his hips; how many times Swan deemed it necessary to spank him, he wanted them to come first.

Her. One and the same.

When Swan turned on the vibrations in their shared false cock, he almost lost it. “Bloody fuck,” he gasped, faltering.

Emma reached between them to pleasure herself. “Come on, babe,” she said. He could feel her fingers circling her clit, and a little something extra –

“Magic?” Killian managed to ask, just as another wave of pleasure crashed over him. Not enough to come, but close.

She grinned cheekily as Swan raked her nails down his back. Killian’s toes curled as he felt his orgasm building at the base of his spine. Swan spanked him hard and that was the final straw. He fell to his elbows, dimly aware of other cries of pleasure outside his own, as he spent himself into Emma’s body. Even that proved too much, though he did his best not to crush her as he gave in to the boneless feeling of post-coital bliss.

His body was too numbed from over-stimulation to feel either woman remove herself from him, though he noticed the flash of blue-white light that signaled Emma becoming whole once more. He felt the bed dip and move as she got up, purportedly to clean herself, and then only became aware of feeling when she returned and soothed his skin with a damp washcloth.

Lips met his brow. “You still with me?” Emma asked softly.

He mumbled something, even he wasn’t sure what, and reached for her. She giggled, a musical sound he never tired of, as his hand found purchase and pulled her in snug. “Captain Hook the cuddler,” she mused, wriggling one arm free to play with his hair. “Who knew?”

“Don’t go spreading it around,” Killian mumbled, tucking himself in against her chest, weary and satiated. “Have a reputation to uphold.”

Emma hummed, amused, and pressed another kiss to his head as he fell back asleep.

#captain swan #cs ff #cs fanfic #cs kink #cs smut #amanda writes #Anonymous #i switched keyboards twice because my laptop's h key is kinda broken #also took way longer than i wanted

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leeknowsintrusivethots · 7 years

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Take a Deeper Look

{Part 1 | Part 2}

Pairing: Jay Park/You, Simon D/You

Genre: Yeah, still don’t know what’s going on here

Summary: AOMG’s newest producer has a lot to deal with including a flighty CEO who doesn’t understand the concept of “personal space” and feelings for yet another CEO who is so far beyond her reach she doesn’t even think she has a chance.

Content: Almost there, but no quiet | Daddy kink mentioned

Word Count: 3,549

Notes: I suck at proofing. :<

You always prided yourself on being in control of your emotions, specifically in relation to your work. Music was not only what you did for living, but it was the reason you were able to get up every morning and face the day. It’s what kept you alive, warm, and fed: so you couldn’t fathom how that control had just slipped away with a simple prank pulled by your ‘oh so endearing’ boss. You were angry - not really at Jay but at yourself.

Your face still burned as you walked into the building the next morning. For some reason, you couldn’t shake the feel of Jay underneath you.Touching to most people was natural, but to you it was always an embarrassing mess that you did your best to avoid at almost any cost. Having the memory of you and Jay, your boss of all people, in such an intimate position was really doing a number on you. It was worse than having to hear his voice crooning obscenities in your ears while you edited. It made you feel extremely uncomfortable - even simple skin ship often had that effect - and strangely had a warm feeling pooling at the bottom of your stomach that you couldn’t explain. Rubbing at your temples you made your way to Kiseok’s office. You hoped he would be in. It was only nine in the morning; all of the artists that were due to record for the day weren’t expected to start rolling in until around noon.

“Y/N, you are here awfully early,” his deep voice greeted you as you poked your head into his studio. He was lounging at his desk, nursing one of those gross breakfast replacement shakes that people without the skill or time to cook often took up.

“I can’t stand him,” you started immediately, dropping into a cushioned swivel chair next to him. “All he ever does is play around and I think Seonghwa should finish the last two tracks with him, because I don’t think I can.”

Kiseok stared at you in confusion before realization took over. His lips formed a smirk that made your heart want to beat out of your chest no matter the situation. “Ah, Jay. Hyukwoo told me what happened yesterday.”

“Please, please, please,” you begged profusely “You have to help me! Just this once. Get Seonghwa to finish the tracks.”

“No.” It was such a simple answer, yet it had your heart feeling constricted in your chest. Kiseok had never rejected a request from you before. Granted, you knew you were asking for a lot this time around but it still stung. He had always looked out for you, until now apparently.

“Why?” you asked, attempting nonchalance by swiveling slightly in your chair.

“You mean to tell me that if I let you, you would walk away just like that? Aren’t you the same the girl who told me that you could never let another producer even touch one of your tracks because-”

“‘Music is art, and art is too personal a thing to pass back and forth.’ I know what I said, but Kiseok! He doesn’t even take me seriously,” you interjected. If you would have known being an amateur philosopher would come back to haunt you one day, you would have never had uttered a word.

“He does and if he didn’t he would have never agreed when I originally started talking about giving you a contract,” he informed you as he threw the last bit of his shake into the bin beside his desk. His gaze shifted from you to the clock on his desktop, as if he had more pressing matters to concern himself with. You didn’t know whether to be irritated or hurt. “Give a little”, he advised after a brief pause. “Jay can be hard to handle but so can you.”

“I’m not hard to han-” you started incredulously. Boy did Mr. Jung Kiseok seem intent on giving you hard time. You certainly had no intention of letting him see how it truly affected you, though.

“I know how you are when you work,” he interrupted you lightly. A small smirk lit up his features as he gave a small shake of his head. “You take no prisoners, Y/N. Just lighten up a little with him, and maybe Jay won’t be so bad to work with at all.”

“You give the worst advice ever, Kiseok.” Your grunt of disapproval earned you a chuckle, the deep rumble soothing you just as it always had. Even if his words made you feel a little worse about the situation, his voice did what it could to make up for them. “Fine. I’ll go make nice with annoying boss man,” you conceded before sliding out of your chair and heading for the door.

“Remember, ‘Music is art, and art is too personal a thing to pass back and forth,’” Kiseok called after you. You really hated that stupid quote but you hated Kiseok and his damn voice even more at the moment.

“I’ve got to hurry to find Kiseok now. Let me know when you guys want to plan a night out. I’ll drag him along!” The perky voice of Joo Soori bid Park Jaebum and Lee Seonghwa farewell as she bowed formally and hurried along her way. They had all arrived at the building at the same time, and had came in together while discussing when they should have the next get together for the AOMG crew. Soori always showed up for events with them, despite not being a part of the company, and she always promised to make Kiseok come along. It rarely actually worked out in her favor.

“She sure is cute,” Seonghwa stated as both men continued their regular route, taking a much slower pace than the speedy hurricane that was Soori. “But I think Y/N may be right. You can smell fruit from a mile away when she’s around.”

“Don’t let Kiseok hear you knocking on his woman, man,” Jay joked as they turned the corner that led to his office.

Of their own accord, his lips formed a smile when he seen who stood lounging against his office door. Your hair was messy, done up in a quick updo and your lips were set into a hard line, but in the two years Jay had been around you he had come to admire the “I don’t give a fuck about anything but music’ attitude you portrayed. It also didn’t hurt that messing with you had become a pretty entertaining pastime of his.

“Y/N, long time no see,” Seonghwa greeted you brightly with a twist of his lips.

“I’ve been busy, trying to make deadlines and all,” you responded dryly with a sharp look at Jay. You had promised yourself you were going to attempt to make nice, but there was only so much you could take and the past couple of years had you nearing your fill.

“Ahhh,” Seonghwa smirked, looking between you and Jay. The tension radiating from you was almost palatable, but Jay seemed completely oblivious - still giving you his signature grin. You could only imagine what Seonghwa was thinking about why you seemed so flustered. Word tended to travel fast within the company, and you were sure he knew about the incident Hyukwoo had witnessed. “Good luck.” His smirk stayed firmly in place as he waved goodbye and left you and Jay standing alone.

“You still have my headphones,” you stated softly in the ensuing awkwardness. You had to take a second to remind yourself that you had never been a demure person. “And my laptop... JAY HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO GET ANY WORK DONE??”

“Woah,” he laughed to himself as he stepped closer to you. Your brain started running ninety miles a minute, telling you to move before you were the brunt of a bad joke or worse - more incredibly awkward skinship - but your legs seemed to cease all function. “Your stuff is safe in my office: where you left it.” He was close enough to you that your chests were almost touching. The door behind you prevented you from backing away from him.

“Well then let me have it,” you squeaked, earning a devilish smirk from your boss. His hand went down, hovering to close for comfort at your hip. You heard the sound of a door knob turning faintly in the midst of your one track mind, before you stumbled back into his office with Jay doubled over in laughter in the hallway.

“Why are you so on edge?” he asked between laughs as he grabbed at his sides.

He didn’t even lay a hand on you and your nerves were fried. Your skin felt awfully hot and Jay’s office seemed awfully cramped as he moved to take his place at his desk, closing the door behind him. You had never felt this weird around him before. “Because you took my things like a kid and Hyukwoo seen us on the floor looking absolutely insane and... Ugh.” You quickly scanned the room for your belongings. When your eyes landed on your stuff, still sitting in the same cushioned chair from the day before, you were shocked that had had the courtesy to wrap your headphone neatly. It was vast improvement from the tangled mess they had been in the last time you seen them.

“But how did we look insane?” He questioned as you lovingly picked up your equipment. You were absolutely sure he was baiting you. There was no question about it, and you hated him for it. When you didn’t deign to give him a reply, he continued on. “I mean we’re just two coworkers messing around with each other right?”

Maybe it was a rhetorical question, you couldn’t be sure with the way he looked at you expectantly as if seeking an answer for himself, but you answered anyway. “We’re two coworkers who have work to do, dammit! And if you don’t start marching your grinning ass to that studio right now I will-”

Jay busted out laughing. Doubled over and clutching his sides, you couldn’t help but to gape. You were being completely serious and yet again he was making a joke out of everything. You’re head was starting to hurt, your temper was starting to flare, and you were very close to just walking out all together. Of course, you made one of your most insane moves in your arsenal yet again.

You tucked your belongings under your arm and grabbed him by the arm and started tugging. At first he stood rooted in place, his eyes curiously studying your hand on his arm. It was rare that you touched anyone, just like it was rare that you didn’t immediately shy away from people that touched you, and you knew he had to think that you were off your rocker. Your face yet again heated to the point that you were sure smoke would soon start coming from your ears, but you persevered. Kiseok would never let you live it down if you didn’t manage to get the album done and the one thing you didn’t want to do was disappoint the man who had put so much faith into you and your career.

After what seemed like an eternity, Jay finally let you pull him to the studio. Since you had managed to drag him there, he wasn’t late for once. That alone was an achievement, but the even bigger one was that he was quiet the entire time he prepared and entered the booth. You only had a few lines he had yet to record for the first track, and for about an hour he worked diligently. It was a side of him that you had only seen when he was working with other producers, and it made your hopes swell. If he could keep this up, maybe the two of you could finish peacefully.

“Alright, let’s take a breather,” you said through the mic on the sound booth. Before he could get out and ruin a good thing, you left your seat spinning in your wake and started for the break-room for coffee. As you debated wether to bring some back to Jay as a gift for his good behavior the pungent smell of Soori’s perfume assaulted you. Of course Norma Bates was with her favorite victim, Kiseok. You glared at his door with distaste, only to find that it was cracked and her sugary voice wafted into the hallway.

“Kiseok,” she whined in a way you had come to know meant she wanted something. “When are you going to take me out on a real date?”

“We have dates all the time,” you heard Kiseok’s muffled reply. His voice sounded disinterested, or maybe that was just your own hopes playing with your perception.

“Going to your place every night isn’t exactly what I would call a date.” You started to continue along your way, not interested in the petty drama of people who actually had lives outside of work.

“I personally think what we do is much better than a date, Ri.” Your heart suddenly halted function in your chest. You were by no means oblivious to the world, and you knew there could only be one thing he was alluding to. Your hands balled up into fist and you froze in place.

“But all we do is that, honey. I want a real date,” Soori crooned. You could faintly make out the soft sounds of kissing that followed. You didn’t know whether to hate her more or pity her for how desperate she sounded.

“Look kitten,” Kiseok’s voice was suddenly deeper that you had ever heard it. You were envious that she got to hear it that way and you never did. “Be a good girl for me, and I’ll think about it.” You heard the sound of something being smacked followed by a very feminine giggle. A squeak left your lips involuntarily. They wouldn’t really do that here, or would they?

“I’m always a good girl, Daddy.” You couldn’t breathe, and your stomache was twisted into a painful knot. A mantra of ‘why her’ had formed in your head. Kiseok was everything you had ever wanted. Quiet when needed, and witty when wanted. He was the single person in the world you felt like understood you, and there he was in his office about to fuck a woman that you could only envy.

“Go lock the door, babygirl.” You felt a wetness form in the corner of your eyes, but you forced it to stay where it was. You had no reason to be upset, you knew that. It was no secret to you that the two of them had something to going on, and it really shouldn’t bother you as much as it did. Alas you were just human, and humans always long for things they can’t have.

You didn’t know how long you sat in the breakroom. The hard chair had your butt begining to numb and several empty coffee cups sat in front of you along with a depleted box of donuts that you were sure had been almost full when you had first sat down. A caffeine buzz had a tendency to clear your head, but this time it just made your headache worse.

“Is the wall really that interesting that you gave up on recording for today?”

You glanced up only for the frown that donned your face to deepen. It only seemed to fit that your terrible mood would be completed with Jay Park invading your quiet time. You grunted in greeting as you resumed your fierce staring contest with the wall.

“No smart comeback?” He asked with a frown in his voice. You heard the chair next to you scrape the floor as he took a seat. You refused to look at him. You were miserable and defeated in a way you doubted he could ever understand. It was very unlikely that Jay Park didn’t get his way when it came to relationships. He hummed next to you as if debating a very complicated problem. “I wonder what could bring someone like you so down. Did-”

“Stop right there,” you suddenly snapped, still refusing to look at him. “I don’t need your shit right now Jaebum.”

He laughed in response, the sound serving to make your headache comeback with a vengeance. “You need a distraction - I can tell, and I am here to be used.” “Go bother someone else!” You spit out, finally turning your head to meet his eyes. Your look was aimed to kill, but unfortunately for you Jay was never easily deterred.

“But bothering you is much more entertaining,” he quipped with the smirk that you hated so much in place. He batted his eyelashes in feigned innocence, making your remember with more clarity how unfair it was that you were surrounded by beautiful people who didn’t have to ask for anything. It was all handed to them.

“I hate people like you,” you seethed. Your sadness had been left in the wind and anger had taken its place. “You don’t have to worry; you don’t have to pine for anything. People love you and people want you.” Your voice rose with each word, and your vision had turned into a red tunnel that was intent on letting you air every qualm the words you overheard earlier had instilled in you. You hurt, and all you could do was take your anger out on the person who always seemed to be around you no matter how much you wished otherwise.

Your chest heaved in your anger and somehow during your spiel your face had become way to close to Jay’s. You could smell the scent of his cologne on him, not to overpowering and mixed with a smell that you could only describe as him. For once, you didn’t move away. You stared him down, just as he was doing you.

His dark brows were knitted together, and his brown eyes were trained to yours as if stuck there. It was impossible to say how long the two of you sat there, never moving an inch. Time seemed to cease to exist as you glared at him and he looked at you with an intensity you couldn’t place.

You wish you knew who started it first, but in all honesty you really didn’t care at the time. When your lips first crashed into each others, all you could think about was how his felt against yours. He wasn’t gentle, by any stretch of the imagination, no matter how soft his lips actually were. His hands gripping your thighs caused your chair to become closer to his and your knees ended up locked between his thighs.

“I don’t think you hate me,” Jay breathed between kisses. “At least not right now anyway.” His voice had become deeper and his hands became more adventurous as they slid under you, cupping your ass to pull you even closer. You ended up straddling him, the hardness of him pressing into your clothed sex, and causing a whimper to escape you.

He hummed in approval at the noise. “Take a deeper look, babygirl, you want me.” The pet name had your lower body heating instantly and your heart speeding up. It was the same one that Kiseok had used earlier when you had accidentally eavesdropped.

When Jay’s mouth began taking its assault down to the crook of your neck, you suddenly remembered yourself - what you were doing and who you were with. This isn’t right, you thought silently. Nothing seemed normal anymore. While your entire body was flushed hot and your breathing ragged, the only discomfort you felt was at the unfamiliarity and brazenness of the entire situation.

His hips lifted off the chair, grinding into with fluid practiced motion. You gripped his shoulders, the hardness of them solid and unwavering under your fingertips, and forced yourself to push off him to stand. The hands that had been at your bottom put up a bit of protest before he finally let them fall to his sides.

You were about to yell - to say anything you could to negate the heat between your thighs and the speeding rhythm in your chest - when three syllables cut you off out of nowhere.

“What the fuck?”

Your head snapped to the door of the break-room to find Hyukwoo standing there with his jaw on the ground and his hand clutching the doorway. His eyes were wide as he looked from to you Jay. “You guys were....” he stammered out and hesitated to finish his train of thought.

“Damn. You sure do have the worst timing,” Jay grumbled, looking to his younger label mate with irritation visible in his eyes. For once, the two of you were in complete agreement.

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