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careless-with-your-heart · 1 year ago

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Seeing Red 🍸😡🧟💋

This fits perfectly for @ockissweek! So excited! Enjoy this one-shot for #ockiss24.

Seeing Red: A Blaine DeBeers x OC KissFic One-Shot

You can’t kiss her.

The thought practically eats Blaine alive—an oxymoron if he’s ever heard one.

It’s only been a week since Catherine blew in with the rain, and already she’s making herself useful. Not just in his fantasies, though there is that, but in cold, hard earnings. And for that—and all the other, carnal reasons that keep him up at night—Blaine wants to kiss Catherine-No-Middle-Name-Cohen full on her plush, tempting mouth.

“Why do you look so self-satisfied?”

Don E’s voice cuts through Blaine’s locked-eyes daydreaming, and over the glow of his laptop screen, Blaine raises a brow at his second-in-command as Don E glides into the back office of The Post, leaving the door yawning wide open behind him.

“I always look self-satisfied. I am a man intent on nothing else but satisfying himself.” To prove the point, Blaine lifts the half-full martini glass that rests on his desk and salutes the small, bald man standing in front of him before slugging down the remainder of the drink.

“Yeah, sure. But, like, right now, you just had this look on your face. Like, what’s the expression? The cat that ate the canary?”

“You got it switched, brother. The canary is the cat—Kitty, that is.”

Don E. smirks as he slides into the chair in front of Blaine’s desk. “You son of a bitch! You nailed her. Noice. Fast work. She seems a little damaged, but in that way you like. I dig it.” He leans forward conspiratorially. “Should I arrange for some flowers? A nice bottle of vino for the lady? A link to my YouTube channel?”

Blaine blanches. “Don’t be crass. I didn’t nail her. And no one watches your YouTube channel.”

It’s Don. E’s turn to protest. “Hey! I’ll have you know that my Redecorating Your Living Room When You’re No Longer Living series was very popular. Dozens of views. And if the Lady Catherine is now on Team Z, she might need some basic how-to on how to do the undead thing.”

“Mmm-hmm. Congrats on the views, champ, but she’s still human. Now, let’s get back to the subject at hand—our little stray cat has, in the past week, bumped nightly bar receipts up by thirty percent. And she breezed in here this morning with a full-on spreadsheet breaking down our liquor cost, in order of highest to lowest margins, and she’s gone to meet in person with two distributors who might cut those costs if we switch suppliers.”

Don E’s eyes widen. “Damn. Sorry bro. I mistook your money boner for a lady-inspired one. That’s some valid dreamy-eyed shit. She’s way nice, too. Did you know that Darcy loves her? Those two and Liv and Peyton, there’s a whole Clueless thing going on that is very, very heartwarming.”

“Why are you in my office, exactly?” Blaine says, closing down his laptop.

“Oh! Yes. Two items of business. One, remember that you asked Darcy to come in today to look over the delivery system and see if she can take the whole ordering process online.”

Blaine has forgotten—but now he recalls, and he nods agreeably. “That’s great. Crypto, right? Less physical cash changing hands means less chance of an extra hand in the honeypot.”

Don E rocks his chair back up on two legs, bracing his interlaced fingers behind his head. “Yeah, that’s the business part deux. We have a little prrrrrroblemo down in distribution that I wanted to talk to you about.” He grimaces slightly. “Caught one of the new delivery guys sampling the goods.”

“You’re fucking kidding me.”

What a way to kill the high of the morning’s financial gain.

“Nope. Hank.”

Blaine presses his lips together. “You vouched for him, Don.”

The younger man winces. “I know, bro. I was trying to help him out. He used to be my barista before, you know”—Don E’s tongue lolls out and he raises his arms in a caricature of Night of the Living Dead. Off of Blaine’s flat look, he drops his hands to his lap. “I came to you as soon as I knew. I’ll take care of it. I just didn’t want my partner out of the loop.”

“And now you want to bring Darcy in to automate the ordering? When your boy is stealing from me?” There’s no way for him to keep the disbelief out of his voice.

“She’s my wife, Blaine.”

His mood souring, Blaine shrugs. “I’m not catching your point.”

“I love her. She loves me. You don’t profess your love and then ask someone to share the rest of your life unless there’s trust, right?”

“The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose,” Blaine quotes flatly.

Don E’s eyes narrow. “Yeah, yeah. This from the guy who claims he doesn’t have it bad for the new livestock in town.”

Before Blaine can protest again, Don E puts up a hand to stop his reply. “You can say it’s money all you want, but I see the way you look at her, and all the other signs. If you’re not careful, you’ll fall, too. The indestructible Blaine DeBeers.”

The word isn’t quite right. Blaine knows a few other descriptors that are apt. Ones that were drilled into him young, and often.

Unlovable

Inadequate

Worthless

Blaine lifts his chin, smirking past the intrusive thoughts. “Other signs?”

“You’re dressing her up like your personal doll, Blaine. You’ve never done that with any of the back-room girls. And, last night, your pocket square matched her dress. “

Blaine remains silent, thoughtful.

Don E presses on. “You’ve given her every night shift this week—and, I might add, you’ve come in an hour early yourself every one of those nights. To throw some wisdom from your man Willie Shakes back at you, lovers ever run before the clock, bro."

Blaine rolls his eyes at Don E. "Don't save the date, my friend."

"See? Interested but cynical. Yearning for love but settling for cheap interludes. Face it, you have commitment issues."

"I suppose you have a YouTube video for that?"

"Your sarcasm is a defense mechanism. Look at the facts. My dude, you barely let your shoes get walked in before you toss them."

"It's been my experience that a quality woman hates scuffed soles," Blaine shoots back, toying with the edge of the empty martini glass on his desk.

"Soles or souls? Fifty-fifty chance you fail there, boss."

Blaine laughs and puts a hand over his chest, bending double in his chair as he pretends to clutch his heart. “Damn! Ouch.” Then, sitting up, still grinning, Blaine says, “I admit that our newest house human is aesthetically pleasing. And she knows how to make money. But if you think a little ‘ol steak dinner on a pair of nice stems is going to tempt me into forever, brother, you don’t know me at all.”

“I do. And you know me. And I love Darcy. So trust her because you trust me.”

Blaine nods. “Fair enough.” But he’s still more than a little annoyed. Not just by Don E’s too-keen observations about how he was beginning to feel about Kitty, but by the stress fractures he saw forming in his usually well-run businesses. The bartender that had just been caught pouring heavy for his friends last week. The delivery guy skimming brains. What did a dishonest businessman have to do to get good help in this town?

A sudden knock on the doorframe of the office yanks the attention of both men to the entryway.

Kitty stands there—and Blaine’s breath catches.

Don E swivels back around to face him, eyes wide. How long has she been standing there? he mouths.

Blaine ignores the question, but the possibility that she’d just heard their conversation makes his stomach twist. Instead of panicking outwardly, he opts for what gets him out of most situations—cocky, surface bravado, even if he’s a nervous wreck on the inside.

“Meals on Heels! Just the gal I was singing the praises of. How’d it go with the distributors?”

She shoots him an unreadable look as she makes her—brisk—way to his desk. “Really well. Two proposals, both great offers. Twenty or twenty-five percent off of current rates for your regular rotation stock. Higher discount wants a four-year contract, though.”

Don E seems to relax some.

Blaine smiles broadly. “Wow. Not bad, dollface. Not bad at all.”

“Not bad for cattle, isn’t that what you mean?” There’s a clipboard in her hand, and she slams it down on top of his closed laptop. “It’s your choice on which new supplier to go with—but maybe avoid the four-year contract if you’re commitment-shy.”

Both men gape at her.

"Anyway, guess this shows I'm good for more than a source of protein. I'll be out in the bar, trying to figure out what the hell you two are good for."

Then, she spins and marches out of his office.

Fuck.

Blaine rises from his office chair, shaking his head as he starts to follow her out onto the main bar floor. “Kitty, hold up. I didn’t mean…”

The office door slams in his face.

As Blaine goes stock-still in stunned silence, Don’s chair scrapes back as he stands. “Don’t chase her, dude. Let her go.”

Blaine rounds on him, snarling. “Shut up, Don E! I don’t need any more of your sage advice.”

But the other man is probably right. It won’t do anything except make things worse if he chases Kitty down while she’s angry. So Blaine steps back. It takes every ounce of willpower he’s able to scrape together, and probably some borrowed from whatever saint he last dined on to boot, but he does it. He leaves the door closed and paces back to his desk instead of storming out to ask her to forgive him—and to ask her who the fuck she thinks she is, slamming his own office door in his face.

“So, I’m going to retire Hank now, if that’s cool…” Don E says, shuffling in place. “Darcy should be here any minute.”

Maybe it’s his simmering annoyance at the employee messes, or the sudden, queasy unease he feels over Kitty overhearing what he’d said to his second-in-command. But whatever the cause, Blaine’s temples begin to throb, and anger suddenly swells in his chest. He’d been happy five minutes ago, head full of rainbows and unicorns and cotton-candy thoughts about the woman who’d just bitten his head off. She shouldn’t be so fucking sensitive. In fact, she should be grateful to him. He’d given her a job with very few questions asked.

Outside in the main bar, Blaine hears the sound of a door slamming. Then, muffled curses. She’s out there throwing a fit—and it makes his anger spike higher. It makes the part of him that is always simmering, spoiling for a fight, begin to boil. He pushes off of his desk, feeling the familiar red haze as the pressure of it begins to make his eyes burn.

“Dude?” Don E’s words after are a muffled mess of noise—nothing that will stop Blaine as he lets the anger rise, relishes it, embraces it as it climbs hotly through the stark, popped veins of his neck and into his head, taking over.

He is the boss here. Kitty works for him. And he’s going to show her just how much trouble her bratty little attitude has gotten her into.

Blaine doesn’t have to take his clash out to the bar. As soon as he flings open the door to his office, she’s there—so close, in fact, that he doesn’t even see her before they collide. But he hears her small, startled cry of surprise, and her softness registers against the lean, hard planes of him, and his raged-out brain indexes through a dozen reasons she’s coming back; and it settles hotly, and nearly instantly, on one reason in particular.

She’s come to insult him some more.

Unlovable

Inadequate

Worthless

And that isn’t fair, or accurate, or even related enough to be applied, but the anger doesn’t care. It siphons all the fuel it needs from the dark corners of his heart and grows, and grows…

I’ll show you exactly what I’m good for…

Blaine’s pissed enough that he rolls with the knee-jerk, Cro-Magnon urge that seizes him, gives in to the impulse, and throws out all care for the notion of what is prudent or professional or even safe—and he takes what he wants. What he’s wanted since that stormy Friday night when the city had delivered this lithe, magnetic mystery woman to his doorstep.

Kitty tries to pull back, but he reacts so quickly that she doesn’t stand a chance. He grips both of her upper arms, hauls her up, and through the blinding crest of the red haze, feeling as though his head might burst if he doesn’t, Blaine kisses her. He puts into the kiss all of the frustration he feels that has nothing at all to do with Kitty, and all of the lust that absolutely does. Just as he ducks toward her, he closes his eyes, peripherally afraid he’ll startle her with the blood-red in them.

Soft. You’re going soft, McDonough.

And that thought fans the flames of his fury higher, ensuring that the kiss is not soft. His lashes sweep her cheeks as his mouth attacks hers, and he lifts one hand from her arm to stab his fingers through her hair and fist the heavy, silky tresses to hold her still for his onslaught.

She stiffens at first. Blaine can only guess it’s in shock, but he hopes there’s a little anger of her own in the reflex. Something about his driving rage craves an answering anger in her. Maybe he wants Kitty mad to make it feel a little less like he’s the villain here. Predator, prey, hell, he isn’t sure which of them is which, anyway. Once he drops his other hand to haul her against him at the waist, she goes pliant against him, and Blaine wastes no time parting her teeth with his tongue, licking into her, withdrawing to bite and suck at her lower lip before pressing back in to steal the surprised gasp that escapes her when the last nip draws the barest taste of copper.

The blood excites him. It’s primal and elemental, and he doesn’t care if she bites him back. In fact, he’d go just about crazy if she did. He wants her to, wants to feel the sting of her canines in his lower lip, at the hollow of his neck, sinking into the meat of his shoulder through his shirt as he’s tearing off her panties. He wants a hundred little half-moon bruises left scattered over his body, despite the fact that he knows they will heal too quickly to be morning-after souvenirs.

She’s kissing him back now, pulling him urgently to her by the collar. It’s satisfying to feel that desperation, to know that he can make her so needy so fast. He feels a button on his shirt give way, feels her fingers slip over his throat, and he swallows an endless stream of her breathy moans as he turns the two of them and presses her to the doorframe, jamming a knee between her legs and leaving her lips to rake his front teeth down her neck. If the skin breaks, he’ll take it as sign from the universe that he’s meant to keep this enigma. And fuck Don E’s little H.P. Lovecrafting videos, Blaine will teach her everything she needs to know to become the undead queen of his dreams, and they can rule the gloomy, overprivileged burgs of Seattle together.

Forever, he thinks. A bride for Frankenstein’s monster.

It’s too close to sentiment for Blaine, too close to Don E’s cupid’s-arrow insights, and so Blaine simply pushes aside everything but the taste and scent and feel of Kitty against him. Every breath he draws is a tempest, his chest rising and falling with the fury of a Nor’easter. The veins on his neck stand out, dark and pronounced, as if they are bracing against the surge of anger pulsing through him. The hand he holds her close with trembles with barely contained rage, and in her hair, his fingers are still curled into a fist so tight that the knuckles whiten, nails dug into the palm, the pain a mere whisper against the roar of his baser emotions.

She’s practically climbing him, riding his thigh, a leg wrapping around his hip, the other en pointe like a ballerina to even out their heights, and he slams her back against the doorjamb with little regard for gentleness. This kiss edges on erupting into violence at any moment. It’s the rage, he knows, full-on zombie mode, but all he can think of is how he wants her begging underneath him—for pardon or pleasure, it makes no difference to him. He just wants her to submit. He just wants to conquer her.

Blaine clenches his fist against her scalp again, too tightly, and she whimpers into his open mouth.

“Blaine.”

The kiss has gone on for an eternity, or maybe it’s only been a handful of seconds. Blaine falters when the red haze begins to recede, when he registers that the pliant, pronounced curve at her waist is lower than he expects, and when he realizes that he has forced Kitty to a tiptoe with his hold in her hair.

Tiptoe?

And then, the voice saying his name…is not the husky, velvet timbre that he was listening for. Raspy, yes, the lilt of a woman well-kissed, but higher in octave. And Kitty wouldn’t need to stand on tiptoe to make their heights align. She’s only about an inch or two shorter than he is.

Blaine’s eyes fly open as he pulls away.

Staring up at him, eyes wide and pupils blown, lips bite-swollen and red, cheeks so flushed that her pale skin seems almost sunburned, is Darcy.

“Oops,” Blaine says dumbly, chest still heaving. “Wrong brat.”

“Dude. What the fuck.”

Blaine’s head swings toward Don. E, who stands facing them, frozen. His face oscillates between shock and disbelief.

Mortification swamps him, the last of the rage receding. Blaine eases the petite woman down from his thigh until her feet hit the floor, and then he lets go of the handful of Darcy’s hair that he’s still clutching, smoothing it with a few awkward pats as she sways on her feet and smiles dazedly. He takes a slow step back.

“I, uh—”

The frozen silence is broken by Kitty’s astonished voice from the bar.

“What the hell is going on?”

Blaine’s head whips to the right, where he sees her at the closest end of the bar, her eyes twice as wide as Don’s, a bottle held aloft.

Fuck. Shit. Shit. Fuck. Shit.

Blaine clears his throat, straightens his suit jacket, and waves a dismissive hand at her. He tries his damnedest to put a firmness in his voice that he absolutely doesn’t feel. “Nothing to see here. Just, uh, new employee appreciation.” He turns back to Darcy, who has sagged back against the door, still looking as though she’s been hit by some unexpected natural disaster. He picks up her hand and pumps it overzealously. “Welcome to the team.”

Darcy swoons. Don E is there to catch her, and as he carries his wife to a nearby table in the bar area, Blaine takes the chance to slip backward into his office, close the door, and lock it.

As Blaine sinks down into his desk chair, a last quote comes to him—appropriate to his current faux pas. He says it to the empty room, a mirthless chuckle rolling up as he buries his head in his hands.

“Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.”

Blaine wonders how he’s ever going to show his face in his own bar again.

Find me at AO3 for more Blaine x Kitty fun in the motherfic of this one-shot (Lay You in the Ground) Here. Thank you for reading! <3

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cassieb1617 · 3 years ago

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Teasing and hate💌

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Smut

Summary: Steve hated you and you hated him but a little party was proving the both of you wrong.

Warnings: Smut (18+), hint of degradation, teasing, reader being a crybaby, mentions of oral (female receiving) and fingering, mentions of wet dreams, petnames (darling, baby, sweetheart, crybaby if that counts), dacryphilia; jealousy; slight out of character Steve maybe? He swears a lot in this; language/swearing; let me know if there is more

A/N: Requested by @nicegamer23 I’m sorry it took so long!

It wasn’t intended to end the way it did. Really, teasing him all the time was just funny because it was easy and you always got a rise out of him, but actually ending up with him on top of you? No that wasn’t the plan.

Maybe, you shouldn’t have always mocked him after he made a command in his ‘I’m the Captain and you have to listen to me’ voice. Or maybe, you shouldn’t comment on everything he says sarcastically, but you couldn’t help it, it was just too easy.

But teasing him? Oh, yeah, that was even better. Be it simply locking eyes with him while you sucked ice cream that spilled over from you finger, hollowing your cheeks while licking up the remaining drops of sweet tasting coldness. Or the way you looked up at him everytime he got serious and wanted to rant to you about your stupid comments again, all wide-eyed with a little smile, looking so innocent though being far from it. He always began stuttering so cute when you do that. Though bending down extra low to pick things up so his focus was easily on your ass alone, yeah, that one had to be your favourite.

You weren’t so sure right now if teasing him was the best or the worst idea of your life, crying under him pathetically while he stretched you so nicely. And this has been goin on for a while now, just with his fingers and mouth and then his cock. That he was big was self-explained, the super serum made him not only stronger, faster and healthier but also bigger, in every form.

“Well, look at you, teasin’ me the whole time and now you get what you wanted and you’re crying like a little bitch.” He spat out at you, halfway in you and your cries weren’t even beginning to fade, because he just felt so good.

“Oh, you liked that, didn’t you? Can feel you clenching, darling. Didn’t know you had it in you.” You didn’t know he had an mouth so dirty. If only the team would hear their Captain Steve ‘languge’ Rogers now, they’d throw a fit.

“Please.” You sobbed out, truly a pathetic sight with thick crocodile tears rolling down your cheeks, trying to pull him closer, deeper.

“What do you want, hm? You want all of me?” He grunted out, going deeper but stopping after another inch when he heard your sob. “You can’t even take half of me baby, what makes you think you can take me whole?” And Steve, that asshole, chuckled at his own words. His words, the ones that made you weep even more.

“Don’t cry, baby, you don’t need to, I’m here and I’ll take care of you.” He groaned before going in completely, forcing the last few inches in. You never took someone quiet as big as him, having his tip kissing your cervix, a pain that soon was turned to pleasure. “Please, Steve, please.” You looked up at him again, this time with wide eyes that had tears holding them and Steve was sure that this was officially his favourite sight.

“As you wish, little crybaby.” As soon as the words left Steve’s wonderful, swollen from being kissed lips, he pulled out only to go in again, hard. You gasped at the feeling, an ick of pleasure at the pain that graced your body.

For Steve, that was heaven, he decided. The way you body felt pressed against his, your pussy around him, he could swear that if he dies now, he’d die a very happy man. And he already swore that when he tasted the honeypot between your thighs, oh, your beautiful thighs, god, Steve was in love with you. But alas, he didn’t really notice it yet.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He grunted and you let out a deep moan when he hit a sweet spot. Steve begins to grin and you weren’t sure if you liked that, “Oh, that’s your spot, sweetheart? Makes you clench so beautiful around me, fuck, you’re so tight.”

He switched positions a bit, still hovering about you but bringing one of your legs up on one of his shoulders and, shit, he slid in even deeper, hitting a specific spot that made you see fucking stars and tremble under him. You clenched around him, sucking him deeper and letting out a wet moan, still crying a little. “Oh, yeah that’s better, isn’t it? Hm?” You nodded dumbly, a stupid, little smile on your face while slowly lowering your hand to rub your clit. Steve chuckled, switching his weight on one on his arms and rubbing your poulsing bundle of nerves with his other hand after he slapped your hand away. “You don’t have to do any work, baby. Your little button needs attention, huh? Need it be taken care of?” You could do nothing but nod again, reaching out to pull him closer, a wish he gladly granted you, kissing your lips hungry.

“Fuck, you close, baby? Can feel you squeezing me. Me too, come on, baby, come with me, let go.” And you did come, his words doing the rest and with a few taps to your clit, you shook under him. Letting go and feeling him giving you everything he had to offer.

He rolled off you, panting and pulling you a bit closer to him. “You okay there?” You nodded at his question and he kissed your temple slowly.

“That was unexpected.” You whispered and he shrugged. “A bit, maybe. Definitely better than my imagination, though.” He smirked arrogantly and you laughed while lookinng up at him, feeling both of your cum slowly oozing out of your used hole, “I’m in your wet dreams?” Steve nodded proudly, raising his hand as to show you your own body, “Lookin’ like this? Yeah, how could you not?” His voice was a little breathless but you weren’t really surprised. He did spend a good amount of time just eating you out after that little… fiasco at Tony’s party at the compound.

Oh yeah, the little fiasco that even brought you into that situation.

Steve was watching you the moment you stepped foot into the party. You’re not an official Avemgers but you may as well be and Steve was glad you weren’t one. He wasn’t sure how he would survive more time with you.

But today? On this party? Damn, you looked so fucking good in that little dress you wore. A classic blue one, his favourite colour. He was watching you the whole time, while you were drinking, chatting with some people and even when you flirted with one of those stupid SHIELD agents. He was fuming seeing you wrapping your hands around his arm, giggling cutely because of his jokes. Steve was practically burning from that sight, what did that agent have that he didn’t? He was fricking Captain America, for god’s sake. It wasn’t long before he made his way over to you.

“Agent, can I speak to you for a moment?” It wasn’t a question, before you even had the chance of answering him, he had already dragged you away to the elevator where he took you up to his room. After that? Everything was history.

Looking back onto it, you began to tease him a again. “Care to explain to me what the actual reason was as to why you took me up here? I remember you wanted to speak to me but we didn’t do much talking.” Steve blushed at your words, not exactly wanting to explain to you as to why he took you here.

How was he going to explain that he took you up here, ate you out and then fucked you because he couldn’t stand the chance to see you with another man?

“I mean, I was just talking to that-“ you continued but stopped midsentence upon realising it. “Oh, my god. You were jealous.” You laughed and Steve flushed a bright red.

“Shut up, I wasn’t jealous.” You continued laughing before smiling at him sadly. “I though you hated me.” Steve looked down at you in concentration, “I thought I did, too. But I also thought you hated me.” You laughed before repeating the first part of his sentece to him which ended up in you two laughing again. “Turns out, I don’t actually hate you.” You nodded at him, “Looks like that, huh.”

Steve didn’t say anything but he did kiss you again, gentle and slow this time, still passionate though and helped you sit up. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and we can go to the party again, say goodbye to this asshole, what was his name anyway?” You laughed before nodding and answering, “It was Marc.” He nodded before picking you up and bringing you to the bathroom, “Ah, Max, yeah never heard of him.”

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astaroth1357 · 5 years ago

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"Hi kinda new. I don't know if this is where requests go, but if you haven't done it yet can I request an MC sneaking into the boys beds?" ~irenethehotdog

The MC Sneaks Into the Brothers' Beds While They're Asleep

@irenethehotdog don’t worry, I found ya anyway. 😁 Sooo there was a kind of tender way I could have played this… but then there was a funny way. I hope you're alright that I went with the funny way. 😅 I got two bed requests that are kind of similar-ish but how I’m interpreting them makes them just different enough to warrant two different asks. Here's the first one!

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Warning: Comical nudity? Is that NSFW-ish?

Intro:

Sometimes everybody needs a little comfort, especially in the middle of the night. Any number of things could have drawn the MC out of their bed: bad dreams, nagging thoughts, just general fear of the darkness of Hell that surrounded them, but they decided to try to soothe their unease with the company of their demonic housemates! Wonder how that turned out for them..?

Lucifer

I mean, if you’re feeling a little alone at night, maybe a little scared, it would only be natural to want to seek solace with the strongest person in the nearest vicinity, right? ...Right?

To say it was maybe ill-advised to just climb into bed with Lucifer would be an understatement… Frankly, if the enchantments he had on his door weren’t specifically meant for Mammon then they might have ended up in a very compromised position. But somehow, they managed to infiltrate the demon’s private sanctuary and get right up to his bed.

Now, Lucifer is not a heavy sleeper. Not at all. He’s grown pretty accustomed to waking up at all hours of the night because of his brother’s antics, so he felt the shifting weight on his mattress almost instantly.

They probably weren’t expecting him to suddenly jerk upright and spin towards them, fireball in hand ready to lob at their face... but that’s what they got.

After realizing that it was just the human and not Mammon coming in to take his stuff again, he made them sit down in front of his fireplace while he gave them a looong lecture about personal boundaries and how it’s really not smart to sneak up on demons like that…

But he was still sympathetic to their sleep-deprived state so he offered them some tea and Devildom sleep remedies in hopes of getting them back to bed. ...Just not his. Back to your bed with you, MC.

Mammon

Mammon was their “babysitter.” Their protector. Their guardian. So why wouldn’t they want to go to him on a difficult night?

Getting into Mammon’s bed was hardly a challenge, sure they had to tiptoe through the garbage heap that made up his bedroom floor but it wasn’t Mission Impossible or anything…

What did catch them off guard was just how… not clothed he felt after they slid in under his covers. Like, pretty much wearing nothing at all. Not even a pair of courtesy boxers. 😓

It was their squeal as they flung themselves out of the bed that actually woke Mammon up. They had him ripping the covers off, ready to leap into action and everything, which definitely didn’t help matters. (Or maybe it did, depending on your point of view 🤷‍♀️).

Both parties pretty much turned into a cursing/blushing mess as he shot them embarrassed, rapid-fire questions while desperately trying to pull on some sweats. Meanwhile the MC stayed plastered up against the wall of his bedroom, answering him in equally defensive shouts.

Eventually, their fuss woke up Lucifer who was quick to send both of them back to their respective beds. The House teased them mercilessly for weeks… How were they supposed to know Mammon slept naked??

Leviathan

Levi might be a… strange choice for bedmate at first glance (he doesn’t really even sleep in bed, but a tub hardly meant for two people). However, there’s a certain level of approachability to him, isn’t there? Considering his own struggles with anxiety, maybe they thought he could relate…?

They tried knocking on his door first, thinking he might have been gaming, but there was no answer. When they walked in and found the otaku actually asleep for once, it seemed like their wishes might have actually been granted!

...But then came the actual trouble of trying to get into bed with Levi to start with. There wasn’t really an easy way to squeeze their body in past his because the tub was so dang narrow…

Any rational person might have just given up on the venture, but not MC. Whatever's possessed them to want to sleep with this awkward shut-in has a pretty good hold on them yet.

Lack of sleep might have been what gave them the bright idea to just try and lay on top of Levi veeerrry sooooftlllly…. Which is how the poor demon woke up to them halfway straddling his waist in the middle of the night.

His remarkably high-pitched scream woke up the whole dang House and the sheer amount of force he used when trying to jerk out of the tub toppled it over… Even after many apologies (and a trip to go buy a new tub), Levi still double locks his door at night to this day… 😓

Satan

Really an odd choice there, not going to lie. They’re well aware of the possibility that they could accidentally wake him and he maaaay not be the best waker (what being Wrath and all) but if it’s irrational worries that got you down, why not go to the most rational person in the House? Sounds like a perfectly logical decision, right?

That might have been what their half-baked disillusions were telling them on the way to Satan's bedroom but actually standing in front of the sleeping man was a whole other story. They felt crazy, genuinely crazy… But they still slipped in under the covers anyway.

Satan stirred almost immediately and turned to face them… but his eyes could hardly keep focus and the look of dopey confusion on his face could have honestly made the perfect screen background. "Huuuuuh…? MC…? What're you doin' 'ere…?"

They kind of had to hold in a laugh while they explained that they just wanted to sleep next to him that night. Satan beamed them an oddly serene smile and just nodded. "Okaaay…" With that he seemed to roll over to go back to sleep… but his mind caught back up with him before his drowsiness did.

"Wait a minute..." Ah shit….

Like Lucifer, Satan ended up giving them a pretty good lecture on boundaries and the like when he finally snapped out of his stupor. Thankfully he wasn't mad, just a little embarrassed that they had seen him like that. He offered them a good book or two to pass the time if they couldn't sleep, but sent them back to bed all the same.

Asmodeus

Asmo probably doesn’t get people coming into his bed with completely chaste intentions very often, but he’s by far the most emotionally in-tuned demon in the House. If they're after a little sympathy, best just go to Asmo right?

They weren't really sure what to expect when they walked into his room... Does Asmo sleep like a Disney Princess, hair and makeup done perfectly in defiance of all laws of beauty?

Does he sleep like a '60s housewife, with curlers in his hair and leftover chips of mud mask on his face?

Does he sleep like the god of all sex that he is, sculpted chest for the eyes to see and everything underneath laid bare like a honeypot of temptation??

The MC doesn't really get to know, because when they pulled back the covers to climb inside they were met by the sight of someone else's very naked ass taking up the spot where they thought Asmo should be.

They go back to their room willingly, dejected and maybe a little scarred... Apparently they were just too late to the party...

Beelzebub

Okay, everything about Beel screams “Hello! I’m a warm comforting teddy bear!”...aside from the hungry parts. It’s really not hard to see why they’d want to go to him if they’re feeling a little vulnerable.

They didn't worry too much about being quiet when they walked into the twins' room. Belphie could sleep through a rock concert and Beel wasn't too far behind him (as long as he wasn't hungry).

They figured that the tall twin wouldn't mind too much if they just crawled into bed with him… He had make a similar request of them before, it was only fair right?

As they were preparing their tired body for a good night's sleep, they gently pulled the covers back next to Beel but they probably weren't expecting to find so many food wrappers surrounding him… or bags of chips… or packages of cookies… or-

Apparently Beel had yet another sleep-eating run and this time he seemed to have brought the whole kitchen back with him. There was hardly enough room left for Beel anymore, let alone the MC!

Considering their options were to either wedge themselves between a havoc roast and a bag of jerky or just brave one more night on their own, they cut their losses early and went back to their own bed...

Belphegor

They didn’t have to know Belphie since Day One of being there to pick up on how hard he slept. The man was pretty much in a coma for most of the day and that included his nightly rests too. Would he even notice if they… per say… slipped into bed with him to get a little comfort from their nightmares? Surely, he’d stay asleep, right?

When they didn't see his sleeping form in the room he shared with Beel, the MC eventually found Belphie up in the attic room. His little hideaway with a plush-ass bed to boot.

They didn’t bother being quiet at all. They figured that Belphie could have stayed under for anything short of banging pots and pans in his ears so why try to mask their footsteps?

They never expected him to be awake. 😰

The moment they lifted the covers, Belphie struck like some kind of blanket crocodile! He grabbed them by the waist and dragged them into the spot of the bed right under him with a impish grin on his face.

Turns out they weren't the only ones having sleeping problems that night and as they felt the full weight of his worn out body settle in nicely up against theirs they knew that maybe, finally, they'd get a good night's sleep… 🤭

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me requests #obey me scenarios

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terrence-silver · 3 years ago

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Alright so I saw a post of yours that said Terry would never allow beloved to leave him or divorce him. What if beloved was very unhappy in her marriage to Terry? And was just depressed and crying each day because Terry was forcing her to stay in this relationship. Would Terry ever try and find ways to cheer beloved up to make her happier or would he pretty much just tell her to suck it up and get used to it because this is her life now?

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Luckily for you, he could be anyone.

His own father once called him a two faced little bastard when he was five --- ironically enough, his character was just like his old man's. He wasn't a bad kid, he supposed --- he was very sweet, in fact. He was just different. Craving to be liked to the point he would transform into whatever people pleased. Whatever he felt they needed, reading their cravings and mirroring them back to them. Whatever he felt would get under their skin fastest and keep him. Serve him. He knew how to occasionally employ the skill of subterfuge and bat his eyes back in the army to get what he wanted to the point Captain Turner once called him a honeypot --- not as a complement either; where brawn failed, charm was king. He didn't have Johnny's muscles back then, so he made do. Made do when their friendship blossomed with Ponytail mutually and he imagined himself wanting to be so close to him he'd be capable of becoming him. He could make himself appear humble as well, on cue. A hard done by nobody and people would fall for that shit. People really believed him. Ate whatever he served up. He knew how to wear those clothes, literal and figurative. Not so long ago, he was sharing pleasantries at a vegan brunch, listening to everyone prattle on about the benefits of soy kombucha on the silverscreen of his temporary life. Now, resetting himself anew, and casting that old crowd aside entirely, he was married and Terry decided he would stay married, by any means necessary. Literally by any means necessary. If you didn't like who you said your vows of forever to, he'd become someone else instead. Swap himself until he lands on something matrimonial. Be the mask and the wearer. What was the difference? Was it so different from a bedroom game? Roleplay? Theatre? How? Sometimes, an identity change was easy as re-vamping one's wardrobe. Life was that banal, yes. People were that banal.

Thing is, you cried and cried post-wedding, feeling entirely depressed.

Enjoying your tears did only so much in the middle of honeymoon phase.

So, through the locked entrance of your shared bedroom, Terry asks:

-"Who do you want me to be?"- Not as a figurative either.

He could knock door down with a couple of swift kicks of his foot and let himself inside by force as was his right as your husband regardless if you mentioned a divorce only six months in a marriage, which was entirely out of the question, but he merely stands there, on the other side, talking to you, being honest to the bone. You knew him well enough to understand he wasn't bullshitting you, and if you expressed a desire, he would come to you tomorrow, a changed man. Different clothes, different mannerisms, different everything. Different, yet the same. As Terrence? As Terry? As Mr. Silver, sir? Sensei Silver the terrible? Sensei Silver the tender? Post-therapy Terry? Pre-therapy Terry? The one time Lieutenant Silver? As someone else entirely? Should he pull up a replica of his busted up Ford from 1985 and show up as a pauper rather than a prince and whisk you away from your own, now shared, mansion with him? Come up with an illusory elopement from your own lives? Would you swoon for that, for such a fairytale ending? What better way to cheer someone up, he imagined, to prove one's devotion, one's absolute loyalty, than offering to shed one's skin, hand the remains over as tribute and say, I am what you make me, I am a new man, now please me, love me, submit to me. Of course, you say nothing to him from the other side of the door, remaining stubbornly silent, after he firmly demands your request of him, so Terry merely straightens his posture, affixes his suit and leaves you to it and your privacy, instructing his staff to keep an eye for the windows of your room while he deals with a contractor concerning opening a handful of Cobra Kai dojos in North Hollywood, not sleeping that night if he cannot sleep in your shared marital bed, instead, sitting at his work desk, insomniac, like an opium vampire. Next morning when your door inadvertently unlocks, Terry comes to you a changed man.

Something clicks in his brain like a trigger.

Dark clothes, silver chains --- cold as a needle.

As little skin as possible showing, tight, ceremonious.

If you wanted a despot who would treat you like a despot's property, training sense and discipline into you, breaking and seducing you, seeing as how you never expressed the desire for anything specific when he asked you oh so nicely, your wish was his command. He would be the husband you goddamn deserved.

#terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #tw; split personality disorder #THIS ABOUT ANSWERS THE QUESTION DEAR ANON

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tomhardydallasstarsgirl · 5 years ago

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FUCK.YOU.ANGEL.REYES.

CHAPTER 2

Characters: Angel Reyes x black reader

Summary: You return to Santo Padre after being gone for nearly 15 years. Your life and also others will change. Affecting everything you hold dear including your Mayan MC Family.

Warnings: Language and Angel Reyes being a sexy nasty fuck as Angel Reyes always is. And there’s soft and sweet Angel that you’ll see a bit of this time. Sex/Oral Sex Female Receiving

Its getting hotter with this one.

Pic Credit: @angels-reyes

“Mujer Fenomenal” Angel says reading the front of your t-shirt as you roll your eyes.

“Oh, hello Reyes” you say as he towers over you in such close proximity his body heat is making you nervous as suddenly his eyes are in a trance staring at your droolworthy cleavage

“Oye Chico Monstruo my eyes are up here”, you tell Angel snapping your fingers bringing him back to reality.

“Give me a hug Phenomenal Woman” as Angel snakes his long arms around your body.

“You look good enough to eat girl” whispers Angel as you gasp in his arms making you blush.

He finally releases the hug as he is still looking at you with his beautiful eyes making your body temperature rise.

“You smell even better gorgeous” he says making you feel shy and suddenly small in his presence.

“You look dashing yourself there Reyes” you say as he kissed your hand he has not let go yet while Ezekiel, Coco and Gilly have grins on their faces.

Looks like the “Lady Killer is at it again”, says Creeper while standing with Tranq and Taza. Who both shake their heads while laughing at the same time.

He takes his time twirling you around checking you out for the second time. Taking in your beautiful curves of your soft perfect body.

“Dude why you keep twirling me around?”, you ask laughing as he spins you again.

“Mmmm, so nice I had to do it twice querida”, as your soft body meets his hard one.

“15 years have been a blessing to you I see”, says Angel kissing your cheek as you inhale his cologne and leather.

“Thank you, Angel,”, you say as your friends look on giggling and teasing you.

“Hey beautiful, can we go somewhere and talk some more”, asks Angel as a huge smile spreads over your face showing your deep dimples.

Angel suddenly has a look on his face as if his brains overheats as he rubs the back of his neck looking nervous.

“Damn, this girl is so fucking gorgeous”, whispers Angel thinking to himself as he looks up to the starry night sky sighing heavily.

“Hey dreamer. You okay”, you ask lacing your fingers with his pulling him towards you.

“Come on tough guy let’s go talk somewhere”, as you two head toward the clubhouse.

You two sit at the bar and talk for what seems to be a long time. Just a simple and casual conversation as he made you laugh like you never have in a long time. He also apologizes for how he treated you in school when you two were younger. You could not help but notice the big silver rings he had on both hands. You wonder what his long thick ringed fingers would feel like mingled on the curves of your body or pushed inside your deep into your core.

‘I was a fat little fucker then” says Angel as he laces his fingers between yours kissing the back of your hand warming your insides and awaking the butterflies again in your stomach.

“I have a question for you to answer Angel and you must be honest with me okay?”

“Sure, carino what is it?”

“Did you come to your father’s last night and were you watching me sleep?”

Angel’s mind jumped to the visions he had as he watched you sleep. The scent of your body, softness of your skin and your beautiful legs. Which stumped him as you laughed at him.

Then as the conversation went on, he is standing up with your hand in his.

“Damn your tall Angel your making my neck do extra work right now” you say as you rub it.

Without hesitation he grabs you by the waist picking you up and setting you down on top of the bar with little to no effort.

“Is that better gorgeous?” asks Angel as he look you in the eye causing you to smile and roll your eyes. Angel notices a small tattoo on your wrist that reads “Colibri”. Making lazy circles and caressing your palm which was doing an assault on your stomach and lower regions. He brings your wrist close to his lips kissing your tattoo as his beard tickles your skin as goosebumps show on your skin.

“Did someone use to call you that when you were younger?”

“Yes, my father use to call me that. Because when I was fast, small and beautiful just like a Hummingbird”.

“Well your pops was a very smart man”, says Angel kissing it again.

“But he was right about one thing though”.

“What’s that Reyes?”, you ask playfully tilting you head to the side.

“You are indeed beautiful. Curious to understand why no one has put it on lock and gave you a house full of children?”

��I’m going to tell you just like what I said to Gilly and Coco earlier. I haven’t found the right man yet.”

Angel rest his hand on one of your thighs giving it a squeeze as he steps between your legs. The bartender steps away from the bar as she sees this exchange heading in the opposite direction. Your breath is held in a bit as Angel’s eyes look directly at your luscious red ruby kissable lips as he inches away from your face.

“Who knows he could be standing right in front of you”, rubbing your legs and kissing your tattoo. Suddenly you hear a noise as you turn away. But soon as you turn back to face Angel his hand grabs your neck gently as he pulls you in for a kiss. One of those type of kisses that is scorching hot. That rocks your body back and forth which causes you short circuit you brain momentarily. You wrap your arms around his solid and hard upper body as he grunts while kissing you. Running your hands up and down his long torso as you get a feel of his warm tatted arms. You two are so busy kissing that you do not realize that the front door opens and your homegirls along with the rest of Angel’s Mayan brothers sneak inside to the sound of your moaning noises filling the bar.

Suddenly a throat is cleared loudly behind you both breaking the kiss.

“Mierda” whispers Angel as everyone is whooping and hollering carrying on as you giggle looking at Angel’s not so pleased face as he needs a few minutes to calm his erection down to relax.

You point at Angel’s lips as he has your lipstick on his.

“We’re finishing this later Colibri”, says Angel as he kisses you again before he pulls out his handkerchief wiping away your lipstick as he follows Coco and Gilly to grab food for you all to eat.

Everyone is eating as Angel and you steal looks from across the way at each other as he winks at you causing you to giggle.

“We’ll have none of that young lady”, shouts Scarlett bringing you back to reality.

“Uh, so aren’t you going to touch up your lipstick”, asks Danielle.

“Yeah, bonita aren’t you going to put on some more lipstick” says Angel grabbing you by the waist as you yelp in such surprise.

You two are back at the bar and alone in the clubhouse. He has you sitting up on the bar again as he is whispering naughty things in Spanish to you. You’re giddy right at this point because of the invisible spell Angel Reyes has cast upon you. You cannot deny that he has it going on and is more dangerous than a five-alarm fire in progress. You cannot place what it is about this man in front of you. Is it his swagger, his charisma, that dirty and sexy sense of humor he has or merely his “Larger than Life” presence he has over you right now? Hell, the tattoos running up and down his arms and one on his hand makes it even worse by turning you on. You picture those tatted strong arms around you. You hate to admit it but, Angel Reyes is beginning to make you melt and fall for him which you do not know if it’s a good thing or a bad one.

“Where did you just go right then Colibri?” asks Angel as he stands between your legs kneeding your thighs with his thick ringed fingers causing you to pool between your legs again. Staring at your lips as he bit down on his own bottom lip as goosebumps appear on your overheated skin again.

“Oh, I was thinking about something. Nothing serious though.”, you say to yourself knowing damn well your mind just turned curious and dirty.

It’s like he could tell you were lying because he asks you that one question you didn’t want to answer.

“Am I making you nervous querida?” he asks as his solid body is now occupying your space causing you to put your hands on his chest to alleviate some space. You can feel his harden muscles of his chest and rock-hard abs as you attempt to push him away making him chuckle under his breath. You wonder how his body will feel on top you. Or how would his beard feel between your legs taking your very spirit as his tongue is lapping at your sweet honeypot bringing you to endless orgasms that would reach the ends of the cosmos.

“You gotta do better than that gatita” says Angel not moving an itch as you feel his rock-hard length on your thigh. You try your best to not have a reaction as your breathe hitches.

He takes a firm grip of your neck again massaging it as his soulful eyes look into yours as both of your foreheads touch. He rests his face in the curve of your neck as he inhales your body scent placing a soft kiss on your neck.

“Let me look at your feet gorgeous. I want to see them.” says Angel as he reaches down grabbing your feet. Removing your shoes, he notices your perfect pedicure and cute toes as he massages your foot with his rough hands sending tingles all over your body. He rubs his rough thumb over your Yoshi tattoo giving you a look of question.

“The dinosaur from Super Mario? Really carino?”, says Angel.

“Hey, don’t judge me Reyes”.

“You have your tats and I have mine”, you say flicking out your tongue out at him as he laughs.

“So we sticking out tongues now? Fuck around baby-girl and I’ll do something you won’t expect” gloats Angel as you roll your eyes.

“You talking shit shorty?” says Angel as out of nowhere runs his tongue at the heel of your foot up to your toes as you scream and shout. Running his tongue along your toes as he keeps his eyes on you as you become antsy. He sticks your big toe in his mouth as he rolls his tongue around it. He finally pulls it out by making a big pop leaving you speechless as you hold your breath.

“Are you ticklish anywhere else?” he says as you hop off the bar trying to make a run for it.

With two long strides to your four paces Angel catches you as he tosses you over his shoulder with a smack to your ass before settling you back down on the bar.

“You gotta run faster than that if you want to get away from me Colibri” says Angel as you grab his kutte pulling him in for a long kiss.

Now you leave him woozy and at a loss for words as your girls come in looking for you.

“Damn will you two ever come up for any air instead sucking each other’s face off?”, shouts Riz with Scarlett hot on his trail.

“Don’t hate the player. Hate the game.” says Angel.

“The party is winding down now but, some of us are going for drinks. Do you two want to come along with us? Or be alone and play catch up?” says Scarlett as Riz hugs her from behind kissing her neck.

“Catch up alone” you two say simultaneously as Scarlett holds her hand out towards Riz as he sighs heavily reaching into his back pocket pulling out a $100 dollar bill slapping it into her hand.

“HA!!! Thank yoooooouu”, sings Scarlett taking the money happily from Riz.

“You can buy a round of drinks then big baller/shot caller”, says Riz playfully.

“You have to wrestle me for it”, giggles Scarlett.

“You playing with fire nina traviesa”, says Riz kissing her on the nose.

“Let me say goodbye to my girls”, you say as Angel helps you put your shoes back on.

“Don’t take too long Bonita”.

“Yes daddy” you whisper to Angel as you walk away with a bit more shake in your hips as you know he’s watching you from behind.

“That’s my girl”, says Scarlett as you two head outside of the clubhouse.

You see Coco and Gilly talking to Ezekiel and Danielle who are still joined at the hip. While Naomi is sitting in Bishop’s lap facing him as she strokes his salt and pepper beard being all cute and giggly.

Danielle whispers to Ezekiel as she kisses him on the cheek leaving his side to join her girls.

“Where’s Naomi?”, you ask.

“Over there playing house with Daddy Bishop” says Scarlett pointing towards them.

“When I see them two y’all know what song comes to mind?” says Danielle.

“What song girl?” you ask.

Danielle: “I will be your Father Figure”, snapping her fingers and shaking her hips as you and Scarlett sing the lyrics.

You: (OH BABY)

Scarlett: “Put your tiny hand in mine”.

You: (I’D LOVE TO)

Danielle: “I will be your preacher teacher”.

You: (BE YOUR DADDY)

Scarlett: “Anything you have in mind”.

You: (IT WOULD MAKE ME HAPPY)

Danielle: “I will be your Father Figure”.

You: (VERY HAPPY)

Scarlett: “I have had enough of crime”.

You: (PLEASE LET ME BE)

Danielle: “I will be the one who loves you”

All three of you shout: “‘TIL THE END OF TIME”

“HEEEEYYYY NOOOOOWW” you yell getting into the groove.

“What you tricks got going on about over here” says Naomi joining the group.

“Oh, don’t act brand new?”, says Scarlett.

“We were singing about you and El Presidente over there”, says Danielle as all four of you look in Bishop’s direction to see that he’s joined now by Riz, Angel, Coco, and Gilly.

“Were you telling Daddy Claus Obispo your Christmas list while he was bouncing you on his knee Telling him you’ve been a good girl all year?” you ask making Naomi blush with embarrassment.

“Hopefully, I will be bouncing on his lap tonight. Butt ass naked and getting felt the fuck up”, says Naomi as you all hoot and howl laughing out loud.

“So, I take it you felt it while sitting there huh?”, you ask.

“Hell, yeah I did”, says Naomi circling her hips like she has a hola hoop.

“Girl, you better keep that dime between your legs like what your granny told you honey” says Danielle.

“Too late. Bishop done already asked for change” says Naomi gyrating her hips causing you all to laugh louder.

“You ladies ready to go now?”, asks Ezekiel grabbing Danielle by the hand as your girls are joined by Riz and Bishop.

“Y/N sweetheart thank you for coming and having a good time. I’m sure Angel wasn’t too difficult for you, tonight, was he?” says Bishop as he snakes his arm around Naomi pulling her towards him.

“Oh, he was practically a house kitten”, you say as a shy smile crept up on your face and your cheeks warm up.

Your so preoccupied with talking that you didn’t hear Angel stalking you slowly behind you. Like the King of the Jungle with his sights set on his prey. Of course, no one says a word to you so of course your totally oblivious to it.

SMACK!!! “Maldicion, that is beautiful”, shouts Angel smacking your ass startling you.

“Cochino! No te soporto”, you yell as Angel bellows with laughter.

“Did you just say that you can’t stand me Mujer Fenomenal?” asks Angel coming up behind you peppering soft kisses on your neck as a moan escapes from your lips.

“Yes, I did”, you say rolling your eyes.

“You ready to leave Colibri?” Angel whispers in your ear.

“Thought you’d never ask Angel. But, first let me visit the ladies’ room”, you say kissing him on the lips as he watches you walk away.

“We’ll go with you sis”, says Danielle as she is followed by Scarlett and Naomi.

“Ughhhh, I’m really nervous y’all”, you say washing your hands.

“Why honey?”, asks Naomi.

“I’m afraid something is going to go wrong tonight”, you say biting your bottom lip nervously.

“This isn’t Marcus from 4 years ago. This is Angel Ignacio Reyes. A totally whole different breed of Man”.

“AKA The Maintenance Man”, says Scarlett in the bathroom stall.

“Wench stay your ass on that damn porcelain in there” you shout to Scarlett as everyone else laughs.

“Hell, who knows. On the other hand, I might turn into a slut bucket and try to hop on his dick tonight”, you say as Naomi and Danielle giggle under their breath.

Suddenly the toilet flushes as Scarlett steps out to wash her hands.

“Do you remember that game on the Price Is Right with the little mountain climber?”, says Scarlett as she wraps her arm around your shoulder.

“Yeah I do.”

“Why?” you ask.

“Well sweetie if you chose to do so just make sure you have your hard hat, your waist harness and ropes okay. So, when you do reach the top of Mount Reyes just make sure you go YO DE LOOOOO LEEE LOOOOOOO”, says your girls teasing you again laughing at you.

“I really can’t stand you salty wenches right now”, you say stomping off playing like your upset.

You all leave the ladies room arm in arm to outside the clubhouse as you see your men ready to go. Bishop and Riz are talking to one another waiting on Naomi and Scarlett by their motorcycles. As Danielle gets tossed over Ezekiel’s shoulder as she screams with surprise as he walks to his own. You stand alone as you watch your friends leave on the back of roaring Harleys with hot Mayan guys as you wait for Angel.

Angel surprises you as he comes up from behind kissing your temple.

“You ready precioso?” he asks as you two sway from side to side as he holds you.

“Si!!”, you say as you turn to face his tall frame as you pull his face towards you to kiss the tip of his nose. Giving him your signature heart swelling smile showing your deep dimples.

“Damn, you’re so beautiful Y/N”, says Angel as he grabs your hand kissing the top of it.

“Come on baby, let’s go for a Midnight Drive” as you two head toward a 1962 Black 2 door Ford Falcon as he helps you in on the passenger side.

“You want some ice cream Colibri?”, he asks as he starts the engine as it purrs around you.

“Sure. Then what after that”, you ask raising an eyebrow.

“We’ll see. The night is still young beautiful”, as he pulls out from the clubhouse.

You both arrive at a local spot which happens to be popular in Santo Padre as you sit in the car while Angel is in line outside the building to get your frozen treats. You get out of the car as you lean against the passenger door watching him. Every so often Angel would look in your direction making goofy faces at you as you smile and giggle. You could not help but, notice how sweet, playful and sexy Angel can be as he was chatting with the older lady at the window as she took his order. But you know what the Mayans are all about. Which if course was not just full of motorcycle enthusiasts. These dudes were the real deal and of course you knew it was in Drugs, Guns and money. When your parents were alive, they gave you the rundown of what your father did for the Mayans and even SOA from Charming when he was called upon. So, you already know in your heart that all these people you grew up with who are all Mayans have done some terrible things to survive and take care of their loved ones. So, you know Angel has done the very same things for his family of Mayan brothers along with Ezekiel and Mr. Reyes. You thought of this many times over when you first back here in Santo Padre. Your decision was to let it go completely and take it for what it is. Which you assume it will not be nothing serious and just strictly physical and fun between 2 consenting adults with no strings attached. But then again that is only what your mind is thinking. Your heart and body have different plans for you.

“Gracias Maria”, says Angel as he walks back to you with the ice cream.

A few minutes later you both are on the highest point of Santo Padre over-looking the entire town as you look up at the starry night sky finding the biggest moon you’ve ever seen.

“Mind if I turn on the radio?”, he asks you.

“Sure no problem”, as he turns it to an oldies station.

“Oh, thank you Angel”, you say as you as he finally hands you your frozen treat licking your lips ready to dive in.

“De Nada Colibri”, says Angel as he stands beside you eating his swirl ice cream cone.

“My god this shit is soooo fucking good”, you say as Angel stares at you with his mouth gaped open as you eat your sundae.

“Damn mama”, is that how you sound when you cum on some good dick?

You nearly choke at his comment causing you to cough as Angel pat and rubs down your back.

You sit down your sundae on the hood of the car as you step to Angel leaning your soft body against his hard one looking into his dark sexy eyes. You run your fingers through his soft raven locks as a low growl rumble from his lips.

“Thank you, Angel. And for the record Papasito honestly, I wouldn’t know any good dick since I’ve never really had any”, you say removing yourself from Angel as you stand back next to him as you finished your sundae.

You hear you cellphone ring as Angel hands you your purse from inside the car as he grabs his cigarettes for a quick smoke. You reach inside to answer your call as other contents fall out hitting the ground without you noticing. You hop off the car to answer the call and you notice its Naomi calling as your back is facing Angel.

“Is everything okay honey?”, you whisper to her as you have her on speaker.

You hear a lot of giggling in the background as a male voice gives a quick command.

“Don’t take too long baby girl. I might start the second round without you”, goes Bishop yelling to Naomi.

“I won’t daddy, Just checking up on Y/N”, she shouts back sounding breathless and all giddy.

“Really cow you want to talk to me all post-coital and shit. I smell the sex through this damn phone”, as you both giggle.

“Have you had your legs up in the air tonight?” asks Naomi.

“No there won’t be any of that from me tonight darling just catching up with Angel that’s all”, as you here giggling and rustling in the background.

“I guess daddy gotta take whats his”, says Bishop grabbing and tickling Naomi.

“Wait daddy wa-”, says Naomi as Bishop cuts the conversation by kissing which turns to moaning as Naomi drops the phone. As you can hear them fucking Naomi moan Bishop’s name as you quickly hang up.

“Uhhhh Colibri do these belong to you?”, says Angel as you turn around to see him holding a line of Magnum XL Condoms as your mouth drops open as your face dead pans.

“WHAT THE FUCK? These are not mine Reyes”, as you snatch them from as he bellows with laughter out loud.

“Goddammit Scarlett”, you mutter to yourself stuffing them back into your purse as Angel is now staring at you. Backing you up against the car again. His warm tall figure has you pinned against the car as you suddenly feel his hardened bulge on your stomach.

“Damn mami you looking to go some rounds with me? I mean all you have to do is just ask querida”, as he continues to laugh as you smack his arm.

“You playing with fire little girl. Don’t make me put you over my knee and give you a nasty ass spanking gorgeous” says Angel as he looks at you with a hot rage in his eyes. As he runs his thumb across your lips again as a squeak escapes your lips as he bits down on his bottom one again.

Your entire body shudders as you toss your empty container in a trash can nearby as you needed to distance yourself from the tall man himself.

“In order to do that you have to catch me first speedy”, you say slowly back away attempting to run.

“You already know I will slow-poke”, says Angel as you break out running and he starts to chase after you around the car as you laugh and scream.

“Damn my feet hurt”, you wince as you stop running as you bump right into Angel stopping you in your tracks.

“Come here babygirl”, says Angel as he picks you up settling you back on the hood on the car.

“Here let me help you mama”, says Angel as he removes your heels massaging your feet with his rough hands sending chills all over your body.

“Hmmm, is that better mi amor?”, asks Angel as helps rub your feet again.

“Gracias Guapo”, as you grab Angel by his leather kutte pulling him into your space.

Suddenly music tickles your ears as the night D.J. introduces “These Arms of Mine” by Otis Redding.

“This use to be my mom and dad favorite song when I was a kid. A lot of times I would catch them slow dancing to this being all CUTE, SWEET and AFFECTIONATE”, you say as Angel listens to you.

“Should I turn it off?”, asks Angel as you grab his forearm stopping him.

“Please let it play”, as you pull him back towards you body as you two become silent listening to Otis crooning from the radio.

“These arms of mine, they are lonely. Lonely and feeling blue

These arms of mine, they are yearning. Yearning from wanting you

And if you would let them hold you. Oh, how grateful I will be

These arms of mine, they are burning. Burning from wanting you”

You smile up at him flashing those dimples of yours again as he remains silent taking in the contours and angles of your beautiful face. He notices the tiny mole you have just above your top lip on the left side of your face. His burning gaze stops at your full soft lips as he traces them with the pad of his thumb as he takes your lips in for another kiss. Slowly drags his long thick ringed fingers down your arms as your body shivers. But lingers with your bottom lip as he sucks and nibbles on it deepening the long kiss causing goosebumps to form on your body as you can not help but to grab onto his soft mane again. Suddenly your face is warm as you turn away from staring into his warm and extremely dangerous eyes. He grabs your chin forcing you to look at him again.

“Please don’t shrink from me baby girl. I know you are afraid of being hurt again. I overheard you and your girls talk about how you were treated like shit and I am sorry for that. But, let me reassure you that I am not him. Okay sweetheart?” says Angel as he kisses you on the lips.

“Si Papi,” you say as Angel’s forehead is resting against yours as you are playing with his hair again.

“Come on let’s get out of here”, as Angel helps you back into the car.

“Heading over to my place. Is that a problem colibri?” asks Angel as he looks at you.

“Uhhh, no problem. You can even toss the condoms if you want”, says Angel as he detects right off that you are a little uneasy about it.

“Hey, we don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do”, says Angel as he grabs your hand kissing it and pulling you closer to him across the long front seat. While driving, he wraps one long arm around you as you rest your head on his shoulder. Suddenly you are sleepy as you rest your eyes a bit.

You arrive at Angel’s place as he lets you take a shower and get ready for bed. You find that he’s left you a black wife beater for you to wear as you pull an extra pair of boyshorts from you purse you keep for emergencies.

“Damn mama you were right about keeping extra underwear”, you say as you remember what she told as you were growing up.

Finally dressed for bed you crawl in under Angel’s sheets taking in his natural scent of sandalwood and leathery smoke. Suddenly you hear the shower turn off as you feel nervous for no damn reason.

“Damn it keep yourself together Y/N”, you say chastising yourself.

You couldn’t sleep so you sat up and noticed the moon again beaming bright through his bedroom blinds. You just stared at it as your back was facing the bedroom door. So, you were not aware that Angel walked in quietly as his lower half was wrapped in a bath towel hanging just below his Adonis belt. He was still damp from the shower as his hair was in his face. Your legs were folded to your chest as you let your hair down from the messy bun you had. Angel stopped and stared as you just did something that was so mundane but, to him it was so rare and beautiful. You felt the bed dip behind as Angel pulled you close as your back was too his shirtless chest.

“You smell nice querida” whispers Angel as he moves your hair aside to kiss your neck.

“Your body is so warm Angel”, you say as you stare at the moon in amazement.

“Look at me Y/N”, says Angel as you turn to face him.

“You’re doing it again colibri”, says Angel looking at you.

“Doing what Angel?”, you say as you roll your eyes.

“Hiding from me again is what you’re doing”.

“I have good reason to”, you say as a scowl forms on your face as Angel raises his eyebrows.

“How many women have you fucked from those parties or brought back here?”, you quizzed him.

“Whoa like what the fuck Y/N? That was some random as shit”, he says shaking his head.

“Don’t worry about it Reyes you don’t need to tell me. You probably lost count by now”, you say as you turn away from him. He grabs your arm pulling you to face him again as he’s inches away.

“I take it that every man after this Marcus motherfucker has to pay for what the fuck, he did to you right?”, he says as he rubs his face in frustration.

“Doesn’t matter Reyes. I’m sure you’re looking to add another notch to your long belt”, you as you try to get out of bed. Angel grabs you by the waist tossing you on your back as his weight is on top of you.

“I’m not him querida”, he says leaning close to your face as you both are breathing heavy.

He kisses you and you don’t stop him at all. He grabs your small hands with his one large one holding them above your head. You whine as he kisses as you so desperately wanted to run your fingers through his soft locks again. He releases your hands as he roughly removes his shirt from your body exposing your perfect breasts.

“Man fuck this shit”, he grumbles taking one of your chocolate pearls into his mouth as your entire body nearly arches off the bed.

“Ugggghhhh Fuck Angel”, you squeal as he drags his thick fingers slowly to your center as he releases one dark pearl and devours the other as you grab onto his hair.

With a pop he releases your hardened nipple as he elevates his upper half. The moon shining through the blinds has cast a glow about him as you can see every beautiful line in his face. His thick dark eyebrows that compliment his eyes. Which are probably the darkest brown eyes you’ve ever seen as they take your breath away every time. You notice that he has two scars on his face that are healing. You sit up as your inches away as he bits his lower lip. You trail your thumb along those two scars as you hear a growl. As if your face to face with a wild Lion that remains calm only to your soft touch. You two switch spots as his back is to the headboard and you are in his lap with your back against his chest. He pinches a nipple as he whispers into your ear.

“Ride my leg mama.” he says as his hand disappears into your boy-shorts.

“Think of me having you on your back. Sucking on the beautiful fat pussy of yours. Just taking the very soul that belongs to me mi dulce”, he says as you move back and forth on his thigh.

“That’s it babygirl. Fuck daddy’s thigh. Just like that mama”, he says as his thick fingers make tiny circles on your clit as your body starts to sweat.

“I see daddy is making you work huh? You don’t mind that now do you amor?”, as he pinches one of your nipples as you gasp.

“Damn girl, you wetting up my fucking fingers. Here bonita, lick my finger like its cake frosting from a spoon”, he says as you suck your juice off his finger.

“My fat pussy taste good Colibri”, whispers Angel as the first wave of an orgasm hits you.

“I’m going to cum Angel. Just keep rubbing my clit like that daddy”, you pant.

“HA!!! What you just say girl? Did I hear that right? Your clit? Your pussy?” says Angel with a dark chuckle as he rubs you faster as your moans get louder and out of control.

“Looks like I gotta put my mouth where my pussy is. Prove to you who this pussy belongs to”, says Angel as he ripped your boy-shorts to shreds flipping you onto your back as he dives in head-first throwing your legs over his shoulders.

You grab onto his hair as you ride toward that first orgasm. Your body becomes stiff as a board as the first orgasm washes over you taking some of your energy with it.

“That’s one mi amor. How many more can I get from my fat pussy before this night is over?” he asked as he dives right in again adding a thick ringed finger making you moan again. Feeling his beard against your core just heightened you toward the edge as another orgasm nears. It comes at you fierce as flashes of light appear from behind your eyes as you scream his name.

“Let me switch this up baby girl”, says Angel as your face was on the mattress as he continued his assault on your clit sliding a second-thick finger causing you to wail again. You swear this time the neighbors can hear you at this point but, all cares flew to the wind as he dragged a third earth shattering orgasm from you. You tried to push his mouth from your center.

“Are you running from my mouth-piece baby? Because that’s number 3. Guess I gotta make you pay for pushing me from my pussy”, laughs Angel.

“Ride daddy’s beard carino. Wet it up for me”, as he pulls you onto his face holding you there with his strong arms as your body is facing the window.

Between his scratchy beard, hot mouth and stiff tongue he latches onto it like it’s his only life source. Continues with sucking and humming driving you into a frenzy as you shake and rock against his mouth as you hold on to the headboard. Your body is on fire as from the sweat Angel caused your body to react. Your making incoherent noises as he pulls the fourth orgasm from you as your body is humming and your mind is in a daze of confusion. Little did you have time to react as he pulls a fifth orgasm from you as you know for sure with the half brain cell you have left you yell his name at the top of your lungs. He watches you open like a rose before him as he sucks the last of you as he catches you.

“Hey. Hey Colibri. Are you okay”, whispers Angel as he snaps his fingers to bring you down from that Euphoric Multi Orgasmic trip he just sent you on.

As he’s looking you in the face you notice that his beard is covered with your essence and his face is a shade of red smiling at you. Kissing you deeply as your body is still hot but, you still can’t talk. You lick his beard for extra measure as you taste yourself getting a throaty growl from him as he winks at you.

“You must ate some Pineapple today because that beautiful pussy tastes delicious” says Angel your knees go weak again from his comment.

“Here baby, let daddy take care of you” says Angel while bringing a warm washcloth to rub you down cooling your overheated body down.

Your voice finally comes back as you tell him “Thank you daddy”, you say as he changes the sheets on his bed and taking your wet clothes to the washer.

When he returns to his bedroom, he sees that you are fast asleep with a light snore coming from you as he smiles looking at you. He notices you have other tats along your body. Stars, Beautiful Flowers and a Care Bear he sees in various spots on your smooth skin. He kind of feels mad that you would cover up your beautiful skin. It is something he had had to get use to. But one thing for certain is that he is not going to let you slip between his fingers now that you have come back into his life. He would dare hate to ruin everything with you. Especially since Bishop and Taza were very vocal on if Angel broke your heart that they would hack him up to pieces and leave his body for the coyotes in the desert if he fucks things up with you. Of course, Angel Reyes would move Earth and the Heavens to have you as his own on a deeper meaning. He finally strips down naked as he climbs into bed next to your sleeping form. He places covers over the both of you grabbing you from behind pulling you close to him as he softly kisses your shoulder.

“Buenos Noches princesa” as Angel falls asleep with you in his arms.

The next morning you wake up as you stare at the ceiling with a smile on your face. You look to the right and notice that the spot is empty. You sit up to the aroma of fresh coffee as you head to the bathroom to relieve yourself. Despite being a dark-skinned woman Angel left some noticeable marks upon your body. You looked at yourself in the mirror as you studied your reflection. Love bites on your neck and hips as you looked at yourself furthermore in the mirror. Your curly coif was all over your head as your eyes were satiated from the night before while your lips were puffy as you smiled and headed to the kitchen. His back was facing you as a dish towel was draped over his tatted shoulder as you stood still taking in the glorious view behind him. Wearing only black basketball shorts and barefoot.

“You know I could smell you coming querida” says Angel separating eggs, bacon and potatoes onto two separate plates as you sit on a stool watching him move around the kitchen. You could not help it as you stepped down from the stool and walked into the kitchen.

“You must be part wolf or something because you can always smell me coming towards you”, you say as Angel turns toward you gently kissing your forehead and smacking you on the ass as you hopped up onto the counter.

“Oh, and your phone has been going off all morning baby, You might want to check it”, says Angel.

You head to the coffee table in his living room to check your phone. You have 12 missed called and a shit load of texts from your girls. You already know what it’s about.

“Bitch are you dead or just haven’t come up for air yet” from Scarlett.

“You reach the top of Mount Reyes yet? Yodeling all over that dick”, asks Naomi with smiling emoji.

“Are you limping for last night with El Presidente”, you ask Naomi as she responds with a woman on crutches emoji followed by an emoji with a huge ass smile on its face as you laugh at her response.

“You look sexy in my black wife beater mami. I might just buy a shit load more of those to have on hand”, he says as his eyes feasted on you.

“Come sit on Daddy’s lap baby girl”, says Angel as he pats his lap for you to sit on it.

“Why is he doing this?”, you whisper to yourself as you try your best to eat what Angel has prepared but how can you do this simple task.

Of course, last night at the clubhouse and with Angel after it was different before he bought you back to his house. Now you are swimming in uncharted territory as you think about what can possibly come being with Angel. You can attest that so far he is nothing like that fucking douche bag Marcus from 4 years ago.

All you want to do is eat your breakfast and be on your way. Not when this man is eating his food quietly with one hand while the other keeps rubbing your thigh by making lazy circles on it. You dare not look him in the eye because he is watching you like a hawk.

“Can I eat without you watching me like a fucking hawk dude”, you say as you slip up and look him in the eye as he sips his coffee as he remains completely silent as breakfast goes on.

“FUCK”, you think to yourself as you realized that you slipped up and looked at him. And the fucked-up thing is that he really didn’t do anything just took a drink of his coffee as you saw his dark dangerous eyes of the rim of his cup. You can’t help it, but your mind goes back to Angel’s bedroom of what transpired between you two. Maybe it’s because he watched that coil inside pop and butterflies flap like crazy as you came multiple times last night as he watched you unravel, shed tears and beg for him to stop. You remember you wanted to stop just after the first orgasm that sent you over the edge.

“Do you want daddy to feed you gorgeous?”, asks Angel bringing you back to the present.

“No, uhhh I got it Angel. Tttthank you”, you say as you dig in and try your best to eat but, you can still feel his hard-on under your ass from his basketball shorts as you try your hardest not to moan and grind on his lap.

You cannot enjoy the food like how you want to because Angel is assaulting your senses by being who he is and, in his presence, now. Which is 6’3” of sexiness on a fucking stick, a man’s man and a Lady Killer with his charm. Dudes wanted to be him, and women of course wanted to be fucked by him including yourself. You cannot deny that you are curious what his dick would feel like inside your slippery walls as you would collapse around him. Begging for him to fuck you harder, spank you, and pull your hair. Making you sweat and quiver at his touch. Demanding you to swallow his fat dick in your mouth catching his pearly essence.

“You care to share what’s going on mi amor?”, says Angel making you jump at his deep voice.

“Honestly Colibri I want us to have breakfast first then I was gonna lick that sweet tasting pussy and fuck you into oblivion until you wet up my brown dick so you can pass out again”, says Angel as he’s semi hard right under you again as you dare not to speak of it.

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cyhyr · 4 years ago

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Whumpmas in July: Mistake

Fandom: Naruto

Rating: E

Pairing: Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka

WC: ~2910

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Notes: Oral sex, Dissociation, Triggers, Hair-pulling, Aftercare, Vomiting, Past Abuse, Past Mizuki/Iruka, flashbacks, Self-Esteem Issues

A/N: I'm. Not comfortable in my ability to write smut. And so we throw in whump to cover up the fact that I don't know how to write smut.

A sequel to "Sleep"

For @whumpmasinjuly prompt list

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When Iruka gets stressed, he cleans. Obsessively. The day after his and Kakashi’s failed first time together, Iruka scrubbed the grout in his bathroom for hours before realizing that maybe it was gray on purpose, to accent the white tile. He couldn’t find it in himself to feel stupid; his bathroom was clean and he was no longer stressed about what he’d done—or, as the case was, not done.

Today, he preemptively organizes and dusts the bookshelves. Do they need it? Not particularly; he’d dusted the whole apartment top-to-bottom three weeks ago when he’d said something dumb at one of his and Kakashi’s dates. He doesn’t remember what it was he’d said but it was… urgh.

He’s going to see Kakashi again tonight. He is excited. They’ll have dinner, then go for a walk, and then Kakashi will walk him home. That’s when Iruka will ask him to come inside and he will get over himself and finally sleep with his boyfriend.

But if he thinks about it too much his chest starts to ache. Therefore: dusting and organizing. He can’t think about Kakashi’s dick when he’s trying to sort out his fūinjutsu scrolls from his teaching references. He can’t think about how much he wants to do literally anything else besides getting naked with Kakashi. He can’t think about… about how, in the wrong lighting, Kakashi and Mizuki look similar enough that—

Iruka drops his dusting cloth and runs to the toilet.

The date goes well, their walk through Konoha is relaxing and perfect, and like always, Kakashi asks if he can walk Iruka home.

“Of course,” he says. He leans into Kakashi and relishes the arm around his shoulders. His own arm is loose around Kakashi’s waist. They’re not far from Iruka’s apartment, so they take their time and stroll slowly, silently.

It’s nice.

(It’d be nicer if everyone would stop staring at Iruka like he’s the shit on the bottom of Kakashi’s sandal. He knows Kakashi can do so much better, but could the village curb their disgust just a little so he can enjoy the time Kakashi deigns to give him?)

They stop outside Iruka’s door and Kakashi politely steps back while he works the wards. He keeps a hand on the small of his back, but his body is turned away to face the village. Iruka appreciates the gesture, even though he’s vaguely sure that Kakashi could break through his wards if he really wanted to.

“I’ll see you later, then?” Kakashi asks after the door swings open.

“Or,” Iruka loops his fingers in Kakashi’s vest and tugs gently. Kakashi comes closer like it was his own idea, his arms slipping all the way around Iruka. “You could come inside,” Iruka murmurs against Kakashi’s mask, letting the double entendre hover between them.

Kakashi walks him into the apartment and closes the door behind them. He crowds Iruka back against the door. “Get your wards back up,” he growls, pulling his mask down and kissing Iruka’s neck while his fingers unbutton the civvie shirt Iruka had chosen to wear for their date.

Oh, but pulling his hands away from Kakashi’s body, even long enough just to put the wards back in place, is hell. He places his palms on the door behind him and shivers while Kakashi touches him and moves from his neck to his jaw and back to his ear. Iruka finishes the wards at the same time as Kakashi slips free the last button on his shirt and pushes it aside.

Iruka fumbles with Kakashi’s vest zipper while they slide Iruka’s shirt off his shoulders. Kakashi’s thigh gets in-between his legs and presses up and Iruka dies a little, moans and closes his eyes. Iruka’s shirt goes… somewhere, along with Kakashi’s vest, and then his uniform shirt.

They’d gotten further before; not too much further. Iruka pulls Kakashi out of the genkan and together, they stumble through the living room and down the hall to his bedroom. Along the way they lose his belt and Kakashi’s trousers, and they have to stop in the same place they had last week so Iruka can shove his palms in Kakashi’s underwear and grope him mercilessly.

It’s here, mere paces from his bed, with Kakashi’s cock in one hand and the firm flesh of his ass in the other, that Iruka quiets the panic and ache in his chest, and mutters, “I’d really like to find out how you taste.”

The look Kakashi gives him is almost enough to drop him to his knees right there. Kakashi takes his hands and pulls them away from his body, and then drags Iruka the rest of the way to the bedroom. Iruka can’t help but giggle at his enthusiasm, and smiles into the kisses Kakashi draws him into once they’re in sight of the bed.

He pushes Kakashi to sit down. Kakashi’s mouth drifts down his body to his chest, his arms wrapping around him to hold him close. Iruka pets silver hair while Kakashi licks and nips at him, groans when he sucks one of Iruka’s nipples into his mouth and tongues at it. Kakashi slips a hand down the back of Iruka’s trousers, palming his ass and groaning against his chest. Iruka gasps, swallows the newly rising panic, and pulls away just enough to place his hand along Kakashi’s cheek and jaw, to thumb at his lips.

Kakashi nips him. Iruka breathes and grins.

He goes down slowly, willfully the opposite of how Mizuki always wanted. Mizuki had always wanted to hear Iruka’s knees hit the floor; it made him feel powerful or something, Iruka isn’t sure anymore. But he knows he has to do this differently than he used to, or he isn’t going to make it through without panicking. So he relaxes between Kakashi’s legs, braces his hands on the mattress on either side of his hips, and glances up to catch Kakashi’s eye as he leans in and noses Kakashi’s erection through his boxers.

“Iruka—” he chokes. His lips part and his chest heaves. He keeps his arms locked behind him, propping himself upright.

So far, different reactions than he’d ever gotten with Mizuki. Good. Iruka is going to need to latch onto that, should his head start going fuzzy.

Iruka breathes in Kakashi, bitter and dark and unfortunately so much like Mizuki. He’ll get past it. He tips his head and mouths at pale inner thighs, delights at the gasping sigh he gets in return, then looks back up and projects his movements enough to let Kakashi know; he pulls on the waistband of his boxers and Kakashi helpfully lifts his hips so they can pull them off. Iruka lets them pool around his ankles because holy shit he’s got better things to do.

Like—

He takes the tip in his mouth and they moan in harmony. Bitter arousal settles on his tongue and clings to his lips as he slides down KAkashi’s thick cock, and oh gods it hits his throat too soon. He whimpers, pulls back, tries again; he gets Kakashi to slide down his throat a little bit that time.

Like—

Iruka touches Kakashi’s thighs, drifts his fingertips over the thin skin of his hips, cups and fondles his balls. He closes his eyes and his stomach clenches and his pants are tight. He’s turning himself on by touching Kakashi and it’s a rush he hasn’t felt in so long. Since before he and Mizuki attained chūnin, when they were still too young. When he could still reasonably delude himself into thinking that Mizuki loved him.

Like—

“Oh gods, oh fuck, Iruka, please please please let me touch you too, you have no idea how beautiful you are right now, so perfect, so—shit, so hot, please Iruka I wanna touch you please.”

So he does something stupid.

Something catastrophically stupid.

But gods, Kakashi’s cock was in his mouth and he was so turned on for the first time in-in years.

And he acts on instinct.

Kakashi is trying. So… hard. Not to explode. But Iruka is between his legs, licking and sucking at his cock and touching him so gently. So gently it fucking hurts and it hurts so good. So he babbles.

He’s not proud of it. But he gets turned on, and his mouth starts running. There’s a reason he doesn’t do honeypot missions. He did one and nearly got himself and his contact killed.

Then Iruka takes his hands and places them on his head, looks up at him with a mouthful of cock and fucking hums, and Kakashi shivers and threads his fingers through beautiful brown locks. Iruka goes back to touching him and Kakashi relishes the texture of soft hair under his palms.

Iruka’s mouth is a warm vice around his cock. He gently urges Iruka’s head further down until he’s comfortably down Iruka’s throat, feeling Iruka relax around him and whimper and groan. His lips are stretched obscenely around Kakashi’s cock; he drops one hand away from Iruka’s hair to thumb at his lips. He’s drooling a bit. Kakashi wipes it away.

“So good, Iruka,” he mutters. Iruka whines below him—he tightens his hand in his hair. “Gods, look at you, so perfect, taking me so well. No gag reflex—if you wanted, I could fuck your throat all night, couldn’t I?”

Iruka sucks his cock tighter. Kakashi gasps.

“Close,” he grunts. “Can I—oh fuck—can I come in your mouth? It’s okay if not, I get most people don’t like it but please you’re so good I don’t want to pull out.”

He doesn’t back off. He doesn’t stop. His tongue moves more if it’s possible. Kakashi shuts his eye.

“Iruka, please, I really need you to—ahh. Yes or no. Can I—shit shit fuck oh gods Iruka—!”

Then he has both hands in Iruka’s hair and his cock pulsing down Iruka’s throat and he’s in heaven for a spectacular, perfect, thirteen seconds. Iruka continues to swallow around him while he catches his breath, until he edges into overstimulation and pulls back.

Iruka whimpers and licks at him as he goes, and Kakashi can’t help but chuckle and hold Iruka’s face. “That was amazing. Are you—Iruka?”

Iruka’s breath is stuttering again. He’s still looking at Kakashi’s dick, but he’s dazed and his eyes are unfocused.

Kakashi reaches down and pulls his boxers back up. “Shit,” he mutters. He brushes hair away from Iruka’s face and tips his chin up so he’s not staring at Kakashi’s crotch. “Fuck, hey, Iruka? Iruka, please, please talk to me. You were able to talk before. What do you need?”

No response.

“Shit.”

Iruka drifts.

He knows his chest aches, but he stopped feeling it a minute ago. His scalp tingles, but it’s better than the pain he was in before Mizu—Kaka—um. Before. Before. He’s nauseous, and he knows as soon as he resurfaces he’ll need to throw up and Mizuki’ll be furious—no, Mizuki’s gone.

What do you need?

How does one say that one needs to be used? How does he tell someone that, in order to feel… right… he needs Mizuki. Mizuki’s the only one who could love him, right? Even if he didn’t, in the end, he’s the only one who could, and that made all the difference.

Shit.

Shit, indeed. He can’t. He can’t tell anyone. He’s stuck now, he’s stuck here, his scalp aching after his hair’s been pulled and his stomach turning, full of come. He wants Mizuki. Mizuki doesn’t leave forever. It’s been so long, but Mizuki always comes back.

What did Naruto say about these episodes…

Nononono

“No, gods, please, I’ll be good, don’t hurt him.”

He knows his voice is small, his throat is wrecked from the cock he’d sucked before. But whoever’s in the room with him—and he can be reasonably certain there’s someone around him because he hasn’t dissociated alone in over a year and a half—crowds him, picks him up, and places him somewhere soft.

It’s not… it doesn’t work with the rest of his memory.

Naruto’s safe, Iruka. You’re safe.

Safe? He hasn’t been safe with—with—hmm.

He’s on… he’s on his bed. Alone. Not-not alone in the room. He can’t tell who/what/when but he’s not-alone in his room and there are fingers gently stroking his arm from elbow to wrist.

Please come back.

“Please, Iruka, come back to me.”

Oh.

Iruka blinks and his chest aches and his stomach turns and Mizuki is kneeling next to his bedside; blinks and it’s Kakashi, still shirtless and keeping a good distance.

Oh, Kakashi.

It’s. It’s sweet. Not what he needs, or wants, but sweet all the same.

“K’kashi?” he mutters.

“Oh thank fuck. Are you okay? Can I get you anything—water, snack, blanket? Do you need me to leave, stay, what? What can I do for you?”

Iruka smiles as best he can. He reaches out with the hand closest to Kakashi and brushes his own fingers against Kakashi’s still-bare cheek. “Water would be great, please,” he says.

Kakashi nods, and turns his lips against Iruka’s fingers briefly before leaving. He’s still in just his boxers—he never left his side while he dissociated. He could have. Iruka would never have known.

Then his stomach flips and Iruka covers his mouth and jumps up, stumbling to the bathroom. He doesn’t get a chance to close the door, and barely lifts the lid on the toilet. His knees slam against the tile and he heaves, bracing one hand on his belly and the other on the toilet seat. Tears collect in the corner of his eyes and he sobs after the fourth and final heave.

“Iruka?”

“I’m okay,” he murmurs. He spits, flushes, and closes the lid. He’ll clean later. Gods, he’ll clean later.

Kakashi is beside him, helping him stand with strong hands on his elbow and back. Iruka stops to wash up—hands, teeth, rinse, toss the toothbrush—and then they continue back to the bedroom. Well, they almost go back.

Iruka stops in the doorway.

It smells of musk and sex. His stomach tries to flip again.

“I can’t—Kakashi, I can’t go back in there right now, please don’t—”

“Hey, shh,” Kakashi pulls him back and leads him down the hall to the living room. They stop briefly to pick up his trousers, but not long enough to put them on. He guides Iruka to sit at the kotatsu, lifting the quilt to settle him underneath. “Do you want me to bring you a shirt?”

Iruka nods shakily. Kakashi leaves and comes back quickly with a glass of water, and before he leaves again he brushes a kiss on the top of Iruka’s head. Iruka snuggles under the quilt and breathes, trying to figure out where he went wrong.

They’d stripped—fine.

He’d gotten his mouth on Kakashi—fine.

Found out Kakashi is really chatty during sex—had a suspicion about that, nice to have it confirmed.

Kakashi wanted to touch him, too—that was—

Oh. Um.

Kakashi called him “good.”

Not good.

Kakashi pulled his hair.

Iruka basically did this to himself, didn’t he?

Kakashi comes back, trousers on and a uniform shirt in hand. He stops in front of Iruka and asks, “Can I join you?”

Iruka tries to answer by lifting the quilt.

Kakashi shakes his head. “Verbal response only, please. I… for my peace of mind.”

He can’t help a soft smile. “Yes,” he whispers.

And Kakashi falls to his side and hands him his shirt. He pulls it on and curls up next to Kakashi, breathes in his skin and realizes he must have stopped off at the bathroom to wash up.

“We need to talk about this,” Kakashi says, holding him close. “Not now, if you can’t. But as soon as possible. I can’t—I can’t hurt you like this again, okay?”

Iruka nods. “I understand. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t—”

“It’s my fault, Kakashi. I… I thought I could do it. And I was the one who didn’t stop when it was too much.”

“Were you able to stop?”

Iruka blinks. Lifts his head and looks evenly at Kakashi. “What’s that mean?”

“In your flashback,” Kakashi scowls, “would you have been able—allowed—to stop?”

His mouth goes dry. He looks away.

Kakashi’s hand cups his chin and draws him back. “This is why we need to talk it out. I need to know your limits. I need to know your triggers. I need to know your tells.”

Iruka closes his eyes. “I—I don’t know a lot of it. Naruto knows… some of it. I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” Kakashi tips their foreheads together. “We’ll get through this. I’m not—I’m not gonna leave just because loving you is tricky.”

Love?

“Also, that blowjob was excellent and I’m very much looking forward to the day I can get another one without triggering you.”

Iruka laughs sadly. “Sorry to say, I think if you’re looking for ways to avoid, um, that… blowjobs are off the table for the foreseeable future.”

Kakashi hums in response. “I’ll go without. I can go without anything and everything if it means I get to keep this.” He pulls Iruka ever closer and asks, “Can I kiss you?”

Iruka hesitates.

“Just a kiss, I promise.”

Iruka nods, confirms, “Just a kiss,” and presses their lips together chastely.

#whumpmasinjuly #Mistake #Umino Iruka #Hatake Kakashi #KakaIru #my writing

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traitorousheroes · 4 years ago

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Taboo (Comedian!Will AU)

(This is a snippet of something that I may or may not ever finish. Season 3 AU after Hannibal turns himself in.)

“And we’re back with Will Graham, who’s new comedy special, Signs of Anxiety, is now streaming on Netflix. Will, great to see you.”

“Thanks for having me on, Conan.”

“Now, you’ve had a meteoric rise in the comedy world. You started about a year ago in Baltimore, right?”

“Yeah, it’s been a really wild ride. Definitely not the way that I saw my life going.”

“You used to work with the F.B.I., didn’t you?”

“Like I said, not what I imagined my life to be.”

Will shifted on his bed, trying in vain to get comfortable. After a few minutes he sat up, leaning against the wall and window frame behind him, and stared at the chair next to him. It had been over two months since Hannibal had sat in it. There was a faint coating of dust, slightly less in the places where he had been, but just enough to leave an impression of him.

The cold of the windowpane seeped into the back of his skull, a counterpoint to the still healing stitches that tugged on his forehead. According to the doctor he had seen the laceration was healing well. She had complimented whoever had done the stitches. Will hadn’t had the heart to tell her that the one who had been carving into his skull had been the one to fix him up. Granted, Hannibal had undone the ones that Cordell had made, but Will figured it was just another sign of his possessiveness.

“Not going to think of me?”

Will let out a deep sigh, opening his eyes to see Hannibal sitting on the chair. The doctor looked much the same as he had the last time Will had seen him. There was a hint of a smile around Hannibal’s lips, which he found himself mimicking.

“I knew it was a lie,” Will told him. “You didn’t.”

“And here again you stand victorious.”

“I don’t feel victorious.”

Hannibal tilted his head to the side, considering him. “What do you feel?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “I thought it would feel better.”

“You have court in the morning, do you not? Will you see me there?”

“No. Not tomorrow, at least. Maybe at the actual trial, if the lawyers don’t decide that I’m a terrible witness.”

“A witness to your own manipulations. I can see how the prosecutor would like that.”

“I won’t be one of your victims,” Will said. “If I’m lucky they’ll both decide that I’m too compromised to be of use.”

“Compromised?” Hannibal asked.

“I know you as well as I know myself,” Will admitted. “The prosecution won’t use me because your defense would use the fact that I was a honeypot to discredit me. The defense won’t use me because you won’t let them.”

“I won’t.”

“Zero sum. We’ve made sure that I’m off the board.”

“Then what will you do? You’re free.”

“Am I?” Will asked him. “You said I was in your memory palace, victorious. And yet here you are.”

“Victorious,” Hannibal replied with a smile. “You know where I am, just as you wanted.”

“Just as you wanted.”

The words came out biting, but Hannibal only smiled. Will sighed, looking over at the clock. The neon green lights blinked out that it was only ten p.m., far too early for him to even think of going to sleep. Sleep was a fickle friend these days, but one that he had hoped would quell the thoughts that raced through his head.

Will swung his legs over the side of his bed, standing up and walking past the empty chair to his kitchen. Buster looked up from his dog bed, toddling up and rubbing against his leg as he flipped on the light. The smile on Will’s face felt a little more genuine as he reached down and gave him a pat. There was a bottle of whiskey on the counter, almost gone, which Will looked at with a grimace.

In a snap decision, Will walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans and a dark henley. Grabbing his coat, Will stuffed his wallet and keys into a pocket before putting on a pair of boots. A few more of his dogs looked up, but he let out a sharp hiss that made them lay back down. Closing the door and locking it behind him, Will walked over to his station wagon. It took the better part of an hour to drive to Baltimore, and a little over twenty minutes to find a bar that was open on a Tuesday night. Parking his car, Will made his way to it, paying the cover charge before going and finding a seat at the bar.

There was a pretty generous crowd, though most of them seemed to be focused on the stage where someone was performing standup. Will paid the man half an ear as he ordered a neat whiskey. It was nice background noise, the laughter of the crowd polite as he landed a joke. Before long the comedian finished his set, ceding the stage to the next performer. Will felt a bit bad as he started his set, the man clearly nervous and unsure.

“You know, you’re the only guy with his back to the stage.”

Will glanced at the man who had taken the seat next to him out of the corner of his eye. He shrugged, wincing slightly as the joke the new performer made fell flat. The man next to him waved to the bartender, who apparently was familiar enough with him to place a drink down with no need of an order.

“Raymond Kirk,” the man introduced himself.

“Graham,” Will said, not willing to bet on the man not recognizing his full name.

“Not a fan of comedy?”

“Needed to get out of my house. This was the first place I saw. Your set was good.”

“You were paying attention.”

“It’s better than listening to canned music over a stereo system.”

“You wound me.”

Will glanced at him again, his mind automatically placing the most damage that he could do. Raymond wasn’t stocky, but a strike to his midsection would wind him, bend him double as he tried to gasp for air. It would be easy enough to throw his head against the wood of the bar, denting the skull hard enough that he would never wake up. Or perhaps grabbing him around the neck, putting enough pressure on his throat for him to go limp before snapping it.

“If I wanted to do that, you’d know it,” Will told him, shaking off the thoughts. “You aren’t from around here, are you?”

Raymond laughed. “That obvious?”

“Not to most people,” Will said with a shrug. “What brings you to Baltimore?’

“I’m on tour,” Raymond said. “I thought it’d be nice to try out a few new jokes at some open mics while I’m out.”

“Sounds nice.”

“It’s not too bad. So, you don’t do anything with comedy?”

“Never had the chance,” Will said, lightly tapping his temple with his knuckle. “My job doesn’t really intersect with it.”

Unless he considered the puns and jokes that Hannibal had made. Which he tried not to.

“Never watched a special on Netflix or anything?”

“I don’t really have time for it.” Will thought for a moment. “I didn’t have time for it.”

“Well, it's never too late to try something new,” Raymond said. Will looked askance at him. “You go up and give it a try, and I’ll get you tickets to my show.”

“I don’t have a set.”

“You look like someone who does well under pressure,” he replied. “I know the guy who’s running this tonight. If I give you twenty minutes for a five minute set, you think you can do it?”

Will looked at him, meeting his eyes for a split instant. Raymond was open and honest, moreso than anyone else he had been around in a year... aside from Hannibal. For a moment it threw him, and Will looked back down at his glass. Even so, he hesitated for a moment, before downing his drink.

“Add another drink to that bet and I’ll do it,” Will said.

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“So, most comedians tell stories about how they bombed their first set,” Ellen said. “I know I have. What was your first experience in comedy like?”

“Probably a bit different than most people,” Will said, crossing his legs. “I had just walked into a bar looking for a drink, and then somebody -”

“Raymond Kirk,”

“Raymond, yeah,” Will said, a fond smile crossing his face. “Comes up to me and dares me to go up on stage. He told me later that he originally thought it would be a laugh and that he would give me tickets to his show as recompense.”

“But you surprised him.”

“I think I surprised everyone that was there. Certainly I surprised myself.”

“And it’s true that the set eventually became part of your special?”

“Yeah, actually. People really seem to like it when you talk about how fu-” Will caught himself, sharing a chuckle with Ellen. “How screwed up the human brain can be.”

“And you’re something of an expert on that.”

“In more ways than one. I never thought my college degree would be used for comedy.”

“You have a Master’s in Forensic Science?”

“Yes. I was a cop for ten years, and I taught at the F.B.I. Academy at Quantico about criminal profiling based on forensic evidence.”

“Definitely not what most people think when they think of a comedian. Now your special deals with mental health, specifically troubles that you yourself have had. Do you find it hard to be so open about it?”

#hannibal #will graham #hannibal lecter #season 3 au #comedian!will #fic snippet #thwrites #may or may not ever write more of this but felt like sharing tonight

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readingfanfction · 4 years ago

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Chapter 11: a dragon’s kiss

it finally happens, and you get the reasoning as to why he didn’t in the last chapter

“Can I ask you something?” Lucy asked, it had been a few weeks since the first time they laid together. They had had sex almost every night since then, sharing their love with one another out in the open now, Natsu constantly clinging to her and pulling her into him. She loved how the rough and tough boy was so openly lovey and even complained when he wasn’t touching her, but the fact that he stopped himself from giving her the Dragon’s Kiss weighed heavily on her mind.

“Sup?” Natsu answered flipping aimlessly through one of the books he brought back for Lucy a few months ago. He laid on the floor, Lucy sitting in a chair at the table with his tail wrapped around her ankle.

“That night, when we first…” Lucy struggled to get the words out, Natsu looking up at her waiting for her to finish. “You asked me, but then you didn’t.” For a few heart pounding moments Natsu didn’t say anything, he only staired blankly at her making Lucy wonder if he understood what she was trying to say.

“It didn’t feel right.” He answered flatly. Quickly turning her head back to her books, Lucy was grateful that she did not tie up her hair as it hid her face from his view. Lip trembling, she struggled to keep the tears from falling. “I didn’t want you making such an important decision while in the middle of something like that, it’s hard to think in moments like that.” Natsu explained, getting up from the floor he pushed his face inches away from her own when she didn’t look at him, he grabbed her chin and gently made her face him. “Humans don’t always take their bonding mates seriously, or they’re forced into it.”

“You mean marriage?” Lucy asked, a tear rolling down her cheek, Natsu wiped it away with his thumb and kissed her forehead.

“I guess. But for dragons it’s different, it means everything to us. It’s not something I would ever force on ya Luce.” Kissing her lightly on her lips he leaned away and started walking towards the window, waving as he continued. “I’ve got to grab some food from the cave. Think about it, no rush for a decision.” Pulling on metal that held the doors open, he pushed them open and began to climb onto the window ledge, his wings and tail already melting out of him as he prepared to shift into his full form for the flight. Running up to him, Lucy embraced him from behind, her hands resting on his bare chest, his body heat enough to keep her warm as the snow and icy winds blew into the tower.

“I’ve thought about it so much.” Lucy began, her face pressed against his back between his wings she felt his breath catch in his chest. “I came to a decision before that first night.” Placing one of his clawed hands on hers, she loosened her grip and released him so he could turn to face her. With one hand holding the small of her back and the other in her hair holding the back of her head Natsu pushed his lips feverishly against hers. His wings wrapping around them to mimic a cocoon to keep the cold from her flawless skin. Pulling away panting he locked his eyes with hers, no longer a deep onyx but a bright shining gold that danced like his flames.

“Are you sure Luce? No going back once it’s done.” She watched his mouth carefully, his fangs growing longer as he spoke, scales flicking onto his skin and flames springing to life engulfing them both. Nodding she gave him another soft, quick peck of a kiss before pulling her hair over one of her shoulders leaving the other side of her neck bare for him. “I love you Lucy.” He breathed out against her skin giving her a soft kiss in return before he sank his fangs into the pulsing of her blood.

“I love you too Natsu.” Lucy gasped, laughing to herself how he spoke both her name and his sentence correctly before a quick sharp pain made her gasp.

His magic poured into her, hot and burning, molten white-hot flooding into her veins and pulsing through her entire being. Clinging to Natsu’s shoulders Lucy stood in his embrace trembling with a silent scream stuck in her throat, she never thought it would hurt much less this much. Natsu’s magic burned its way through her, far hotter then anything else she had ever experienced. Somewhere deep inside Lucy felt her own magic respond to the sudden invasion, the stars whispering words of encouragement and even instructed her on what was expected on her end of this kiss.

Summoning her magic to activation as she felt the power of the stars beginning to course through her blood, her skin turning to a warm gold, each of her hairs crackling like a whip. It mixed with Natsu’s magic, easing the pain until it was hardly even a memory. Their magic combined, causing both of their skin to turn a warm gold with a ruby fire glow. It felt like they spent an lifetime together, combining their magic, souls, their very life, but only a few minutes had pass in reality when they parted. Natsu’s golden eyes now sparkling with flecks of gold that would stay even when they took on their onyx colors, and Lucy’s the same with ruby sparks in her large brown orbs.

“I’ll get the food later.” Natsu growled with a smirk, his tail pulling the metal door close behind him. Giggling Lucy took charge with a deep kiss to the underside of his jaw on his neck, one of his sweet spots she had learned in their time in bed together. A deep guttural growl emanated from his throat as Lucy nipped her teeth playfully on the sweet spot, leaning down Natsu picked her up and carried her the rest of the way to the bed before collapsing onto the blankets with her. Lucy giggled at how he loved to carry her around and how he had gotten so good at throwing both onto the bed without anyone getting hurt.

The fire dragon listened to her silent commands, the room filled with groans, growls, and moans. Rolling over at her slightest touch his dragon features melting away to keep the blankets from getting ripped, as much as he thought Lucy was adorable when she lectured or scolded him, he did not want to go through the trouble if he ruined the bedding that wasn’t exactly easy for him to find. Straddling Natsu, Lucy feathered soft and light kissed down his sculpted body he worked hard for. Taking a bit of a detour to his nipples Lucy smiled into his skin as he gave out a growl that sounded more dragon than human, onyx eyes flashing gold as his head rolled back. Blowing cold air onto his sensitive nipples Lucy continued her journey south, excited to see his surprise and reaction to what she had in mind.

Pulling at his waist band, Natsu’s eyes widened and watched silently as Lucy pulled his pulsing cock from his pants and began to stroke it with one of her hands. Eyes locked with her dragon, Lucy savored how he began to melt at the smallest touch or under her wanton gaze. Opening her mouth, she didn’t break eye contact as she dragged her tongue from his base to his tip, eyes locked as she ever so slowly, painfully slow she could see in his eyes, as she took him into her mouth for the first time. Carefully sliding down his length she moaned into him as he threw his head back and gave of a growl that was completely dragon this time, his horns sliding out as he began to come undone under her command. Unable to fit all of him into her mouth and throat, Lucy gave attention to the rest of him with one hand while the other roamed his stomach and chest.

Clawed hands held her hair out of her way for her, horns tore into the pillows and blankets, tail wrapped around her waist and played with her breast while his wings wrapped up and around her. Natsu was a powerful fire dragon that loved to fight, he was damn good at it too as he never lost a battle, plenty of scares but never had he stayed down. Until Lucy came, easily commanding and controlling the powerful beast with the slightest of touches. Under her soft body, inside her mouth, he came undone, a battle he always wanted to lose. Natsu’s roar vibrated the walls of the tower, his hips bucking into her until she felt him hitting the back of her throat, pumping her hand to match his fevered rhythm she locked eyes with him once more. Lucy would have smiled if she could, her mouth overflowing with him and now his seed, too much for her to handle though she tried.

“Come here.” Natsu demanded panting watching his seed spilling out of her mouth as she tried to swallow it, his ego rising almost as high as his desire for his bride. Sitting up the dragon meet Lucy as she crawled up to him, her cheeks flush and her skin a blaze. He kissed her sore lips softly and deeply as he laid her down, she noticed the damage he did to the bed but for now she could not bring herself to care in the slightest, instead feeling her own sense of pride at the sight. Again, Natsu burned off Lucy’s clothing to get to her soaked center faster, it was time for his payback.

Holding her legs up Natsu staired opening at her pink flower, a honeypot overflowing with an additive honey he was undoubtedly hooked on. Face turning bright red Lucy gave a little squirm under the intensity of his gaze, his eyes shining bright gold in a mixture of their magic. Gasping and bucking her hips Lucy wish he didn’t go so slow as he dragged his tongue over her overflowing core and sucking at her hardening bud, he is definitely getting his payback she thought to herself. Just as she had done to him, Natsu took his time, in the beginning at least. As she neared her climax the dragon was quick to match her pace and guide her though the waves of pleasure until she came into his waiting mouth.

Convulsing and twitching, Natsu didn’t wait for his bride to come down from her climax before he slid himself into her. Lucy cried out his name as he pushed into her, her sex squeezing onto him in wild intervals. Hips snapping together, they matched each other as the built up to their second climax together. The tower filled with their moans and gasped words of love to one another.

“You’re mine Luce,” Natsu growled in her ear as he began to push in her harder and faster, “forever.”

“Yes.” Lucy cried out, her single word barely coherent as the newlyweds came together, hips slamming into each other a final time, the dragon filling the princess with a growl and brightly golden eyes.

#faity tale #nalu #natsu #lucy #fanfiction

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dorkyungsoowrites · 5 years ago

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Fatal Ties: The Ending

As promised, here's the plot bullet-points for the rest of this story so no one is left to wonder. When we left off, the Boss had just been shot at and was going to try figuring out who the mole was, who the perps were, and how to stop them while still going through with the wedding. I hadn't plotted out anything in detail, but here's the things I knew I wanted to put in. Oh, and a flashback that would reveal how the Boss became the Boss.

Message gets to the Boss to meet with mysterious people who shot at them. The fact there's no demands is fishy, but they go.

They have Kyungsoo hidden away ready to shoot if the meeting goes south. The person who shows up? The Boss' sister. *queue flashback*

(In the edits I was doing the pov changed and the bakery was instead a greenhouse cause I liked the idea that deep down this mafia boss just wanted a quiet life with their plants. So just to avoid confusion this is told from 3rd person pov, and it is indeed showing the day the Boss used a coup against their own father, but it was actually their sister who killed him, and they sent her away under the guise of protection. In truth the Boss pinned the murder on the sister and took over the business.)

They were standing in a vast, gleaming greenhouse awash with sunlight. Two rows of various plants and flowers grew on tables, leaves dancing in their warm glow. Two people stood in the center as they spoke alone. One of them carried an overwhelming sense of authority and sharpness. Wearing a pressed black suit and severe eyes. The other, with broad shoulders, looked right at home beside them.

There was something odd about the image, however. The emotions of the moment eclipsed details; softening and flooding out the edges with blotted blurs. The surroundings bent toward the two figures slightly, revolving around them, existing by extension.

A bright and fierce feeling consumed them. It beckoned they straighten their back. It filled them with elation and confidence.

The breeze sung, warmth and sweetness tickling their nose with a few wisps of hair. Distant concussions rang in their ears. That of hand-made rhythms and automatic syncopation like a crackling symphony. Fingers flinched by their hip, joints aching to grasp long awaited vindication.

A smile slid into place on the one with broad shoulders. Something older and deeper than amusement. It had the appearance of affection, but it was dangerous; too sunken and tight. "This is my kingdom," he said. "None of this would exist without me. Some delusional little girl won't change that."

"A kingdom is more than one person," they remarked, a sneer curling their upper lip. "You're not thinking."

"Am I now?" he marveled, teeth flashing. "You've spent your whole life trying to make me proud. Now you're going to give everything up for some petty cash?"

"Someone is."

"We could do that," he replied, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Or you could stay here while I go clean up the mess inside, and every time you lay down in the bed I bought, under the roof I earned, you'll rest peacefully, remembering when you chose to walk away."

"Just like some mindless, obedient bitch, right? Why would I go back to that?"

"Some paths are less traveled for a reason."

The air stretched, a tethered tension consuming the room. It seeped into their chest. The words agonized and twisted their thoughts into turmoil, but more than that, it galvanized their wounds. Defenses dissolved into truth. Their face went eerily blank, poised for one direction or the other. Weighing the words against their knowledge. On the cusp of their vision, a shape came with the wind that made the leaves tremble.

Clasping metal, their hand raised, and a gunshot shattered the air. Three heartbeats, then a dull thud and a crack. The sound resonated throughout the new space created; striking the emptiness from their gaze. As they looked down at the man collapsed on the concrete their eyes blazed. Watching him attempt in vain to put pressure over the hole in his chest, mouth gaping open and shut with no utterance. The bullet had hit just under his clavicle.

The color was ripped from his face. As seconds passed his brows set into a hard line, glowering up at what must have been just shapes and bright lights. Slipping into shock and the blissful numbness.

And their veins were white hot. Seething scars lurked in the tremor of their hands. Their knees hit concrete, fingers twirling the barrel of the gun into their palm, and rammed the blunt end down onto his forehead.

A fissure opened in his flesh. Hazed hatred in hard eyes and harder hands, his bloodied fist cloyed upward. Treachery painted their neck, warm and slick, and their insides revolted.

They brought the corner of the grip down once more, grunting with the force of it. That time a wet crackle was heard, tissue and marrow and matter opening like a rift in the earth. His eyes dimmed and shut. Fingers fell limp. Then they brought the gun to his face again, and again, and again. Beating, breaking until all the scars were his and retribution stained their very self, pooling around their knees.

They were left with shivering leaves and limbs, metal clattering to concrete. For a few moments, they thought they could feel everything. Beneath, the ground itself breathed with them. The immeasurable magnitude of their actions soaked the air; acid in their lungs. Stinging, shallow flexes damming their thoughts. The image of his bloodied skull battered and branded into their memory; proof he would no longer torment.

"We have to go." A set of shoes stepped in to view. Welcomed into the washed-out greenhouse; making it sharper.

Their gun was picked up. Then a gentle hand rested on their arm. The light straightened and the emotions drained; a hollowness haunting their eyes.

"Come on," the voice urged softly. "I'll take you out of here for a bit. What's that place you always talk about going to? The one in the mountains. We'll lay low there for a bit, and when we come back everything will be like it should. They know what to do."

It was a trusted sound, the promise of better circumstances. It had to be, coming from the one who had been bound for so long; now unbound and free to bind. The vindication was theirs to share. So they swallowed the bile and butterflies, and took the hand on their arm. Bundled in familiar security, warm with such flattering certainty. There would be no leaving the stranger path.

This little exchange (starting with the sister speaking) during the reunion that would confirm what happened in the flashback:

"At least I killed him on purpose. You're a glorified accountant. Dad would've squashed your guts like an ant. If I'm appalled with what you've become, he's rolling over in his grave."

"As long as he stays there then I don't fucking care."

The meeting basically just confirms all the "who's" and "why's" but not the "how". Sister who wants the business for herself, therefore stopping the truce by getting revenge on the Boss is top on her list.

Some more reconnecting, tied together by a homophobic dad. Then this schpeel by the sister as well for more context.

"I was cursed from birth, just like you. The daughter of a mafioso. There's a mark on my head always. Police want to lock me up, criminals want to use me to prove themselves to their own shitbeat dads, regular people are scared shitless they'll be arrested just for talking to me. You weren't protecting me! You threw me to the wolves! My own sibling..."

"The world took everything from me! Don-"

"No! You did that! You took everything, killing anyone who didn't agree with your grand vision!"

Hadn't decided how the Boss would get out of the meeting, but basically the tension would build cause now you realize the Boss hasn't done much actual killing themselves. But the sister? She' killed her family before; what's stopping her from doing it again now?

More bonding with Baekhyun. Teaching him things. Maybe try and get him to kill someone to prove himself, but he can't go through with it.

Boss is in the greenhouse the morning of the wedding, but Baekhyun is also there, and with a gun to his head, kneeling. Boss of course then pulls their gun on the person threatening their fiancé which is the sister. Then maybe this interaction (starting with the sister speaking.)

"Look at you, so proud to kill me. About to be the big boss who saves the day. Protecting everyone with this fucking contract and this ridiculous fucking sham wedding. You think this'll make things right? Just like killing our fucking dad and throwing me out was right because you "saved" the business? Because you were "protecting" me? There's no redemption for someone like you. No happy, fairytale retirement ending. I'll just be another body you leave behind. Go on, finish me. Send my body to Junmyeon and scatter me to the wind, but it won't change what you are."

Lots of twisted emotions, Boss on the verge of tears.

"...I miss my old sister."

"Of course you do," the Boss replied. "They were much more trusting and naive. Easier to kill."

"What happened to your ruthless energy? You used to have real ambition for this company. Now you want to play cottage lesbian with this dipshit?" A pause. "I'm tired of this bluff. Kyungsoo?"

Kyungsoo appears and restrains the Boss, taking their gun away and maybe holding a knife to their throat, voice in their ear.

"Be a good kitten and shut your mouth, huh? You had your chance." He turns to the sister. "Trade you for the dipshit."

Sister laughs. "He's all yours, love."

Kyungsoo was the mole. Twisty, yes? The irony being the Boss was worried Baekhyun was the honeypot, when Kyungsoo had been all along. Well, from when he actually started sleeping with them. He tried to get the Boss to change their ways, and when they didn't, the sister gave up and and gave in to vengeance.

As Kyungsoo trades, Baekhyun steals a gun from Kyungsoo's holster, presses it to his chest, and pulls the trigger. His first kill.

The Boss uses the distraction to kill their sister. Their final violent act. Both of them standing amidst the blood.

The truce is made, the Boss gets married, and both their souls are now corrupted and damned.

Hadn't totally decided, but if I were to lean toward a happier ending then the Boss would've raised up one of the others (probably Jongdae) to be the new boss, and they'd prove their sister wrong by retiring with Baekhyun to a small house with a garden. Well, they weren't totally happy after everything they'd been through, but they were content.

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gauntie-o-dimm · 6 years ago

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Dandelion | What A Play

Prompt: ‘I expected you to be much bigger...’

Word count: 2100+ Warnings: Smut, swearing, public sex

Looking at myself in the mirror, I fiddled with the fabric of my dress. Tonight, I would go on a third date with no one other than Dandelion himself and my, was I nervous. I didn't know what we were going to do, as he told me he wanted to keep it a surprise. Sure, we had held hands, cuddled, kissed... But that was it. My desire to take it a step further had grown over the past few days - I loved to imagine him on top of me, groaning and grunting my name. Part of me was afraid he would turn me down, or that he wanted it to be a case of "friends-with-benefits". The other part of me dared to just rip the clothes off his body as soon as I saw him tonight. But I didn't want it to be just once. Dandelion was so much more to me than just a friend, and I yearned for him. As I was pondering this over, a knock on the front door was heard. '(Y/n)?' I looked up and rushed towards the door to open it. 'Hey Dandy.' I said with a small smile. Dandelion showed me a charming grin, raising an eyebrow. 'Really princess? Dandy?' A smile tugged at the corner of my lips and I pulled him into a hug. 'Do you mind?' He sighed, resting his head on my shoulder. 'Not at all.' After a moment, he pulled back. 'You look gorgeous.' A blush spread over my cheeks and I gave a twirl, the dress flowing around my hips gracefully. 'Thank you, Dandelion.'

He took my hand, kissed the back of it and guided me outside my house. I locked the door and followed him towards his horse. He helped me mount it and sat behind me soon after. His hands grabbed a hold of the reins and urged the brown mare to go forward. I closed my eyes and leaned back into his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Dandelion wore a new kind of cologne I hadn't smelled on him before, and it made me blush a little. 'You smell nice.' I complimented him. Dandelion pressed a kiss on the top of my (h/c) hair. 'Thank you, princess. So do you.' We rode in silence until we reached Novigrad. 'Ready for the surprise, (Y/n)?' I heard him ask. His voice vibrated in his chest and I hummed. 'More than I will ever be.' 'Well,' Dandelion began as he halted his steed in front of the Kingfisher, hitching her against a post before helping me off. 'We are going to see a play!' 'Oh.' I replied, putting on a fake smile, but disappointment grew inside my chest. That wasn't much of a surprise - we had been going to plays together already several times. I loved spending time with the poet, but it had grown boring to go on the same dates time after time. 'What is it called?' I feigned interest. 'It's called The Bear And The Honeypot.' He replied, taking my hand in his as we walked inside. The inn was already busy with townsfolk, the only table left in the back of the room, a bit isolated from the rest. 'What is it about?' Suddenly his cheeks flushed bright red. 'Well... It's quite erotic, I've heard. Something about sex.' I felt the blood raise to my face and I nearly fell off my chair. 'I... Okay, sounds fun!' Jaskier looked at me for a few seconds, surprised with my answer. 'Really? Not too raunchy for your tastes? We could go see something else if you-' 'It's fine, Dandy.' He smiled at the nickname. 'After all, I kind of like a good sex scene every now and then.' 'You've been to this play before?' 'No!' I said a little too loudly, causing a few patrons to look at me with furrowed brows. 'No.' I repeated, my volume now decreased, 'But I like to read sex scenes in books that I have.' 'Oh.' Dandelion smirked, leaning closer. 'And what do you to yourself while reading things like that?' Just as I was about to reply, a chipper red-haired maid came to our table. 'What can I get for you two lovebirds?' 'We'll have two mugs of Sodden mead, some dried fruits and some bread with goat cheese, please.' Dandelion ordered. As soon as she left, he turned to me again. 'You should tell me more about your books.' 'Should I, now?' I teased him, smiling a little. He opened his mouth to reply, but the sound of a lute caused us to become quiet and focus our attention to the stage - even though it was difficult with Dandelion next to me, egging me on how I should tell about touching myself while reading erotica... "This is the story about a bear, the crush of a bee, The bee brought him honey from over the sea. But then the bear fell in love with the honey instead, And the bear strangely brought the sweet liquid to bed!" 'How odd!' I whispered in Dandelion's ear, 'It's an animal who is going to-' 'Hush now, Princess. It's art, don't question art.' The maid brought us our food and we watched the play in silence. Despite of it being erotic, it was cringe-worthy. A bear (played by some old dude) eating out a pot full of honey - but literally though, it was weird. Who came up with this shit, I thought. Looking over to Dandelion, I saw that he was enjoying himself. He sipped from the mead, laughing about an obscene joke, face flushed of the alcohol and the constant innuendos. An idea began to brew in the back of my mind... Wouldn't it be a bit cheeky if I just...

I put my hand on his thigh, letting it inch closer to the edge of his trousers. 'What are you doing?' he questioned, drawing his attention away from the play. I smiled sweetly at him, leaning in. 'What does it look like?' 'If I didn't know better, I thought you were trying to get into my pants.' he chuckled, putting an arm around my shoulders. 'Can you promise me something?' I breathed against his cheek, kissing it lightly. 'Hm?' 'If we are taking this relationship a step further, I don't want this to be a one-time-thing.' Dandelion closed his eyes, focusing on the feel of my hand teasing him. 'O-Of course,' he stuttered, 'If anything, I was afraid that I was the only one wanting something more...' As my palm rubbed against his crotch, his leg shot up, hitting the table rather loudly. A few guests looked up angrily at the noise it made, angrily shushing us. Giving them an apologetic look, I still let my fingers ghost over Dandelions growing erection. 'What if someone sees us?' he hissed, wrapping his hand around my wrist to keep me from opening the button of his pants. 'We are sitting in the back of the room, honey,' my voice was practically dripping with lust, 'Unless you moan out loud, no one will hear us.' We locked eyes for a moment before he gave me a small smile. 'You naughty thing.' he mused, leaning in to press a kiss to my lips. 'I really want you to be my girlfriend.' 'Do you, now?' I purred, finally able to push his underwear down. Against my hand his now bare bulge pressed, the skin hot and growing stiff against my palm. 'I ah... Do you want to be my g-girlfriend?' he whispered. I was quiet for a few moments, just looking at his face twist and his bottom lip slipping in between his teeth. He was obviously trying to withhold a groan. I gave him a small nod. 'I would very much like that.' I told him, looking over to the stage the very moment that loud music started playing - something about the bear getting chased by some hunters. With one hand, I eased Dandelions cock completely from his briefs, a sigh of relief leaving the minstrels lips. 'You're rock hard.' I gasped quietly, becoming more and more aroused when I imagined it being inside of me. As the music blared through the room, I grinned uncontrollably. I sank to my knees, crawling under the table. Dandelion let out a gasp, putting a hand on my shoulder. 'What in the hell!' he hissed, 'What are you going to do!' 'Be fucking quiet, OK?' I whisper-shouted back. I shifted to sit somewhat more comfortable on my knees, eyeing his crotch for the first time. I took him in my palm, feeling it become erect against my touch.

'I expected you to be much bigger...' I teased him, jerking my hand against his erect length. He grunted slightly, putting his hand in front of his mouth. 'Holy shit, (Y/n), we will be caught!' he whispered. 'Don't get me wrong, I am very glad that you want to give me a blowjob, it's just- Hmm, oh, fuck... Not the right time right now- Shit!' I didn't listen to his protests, sliding my damp hand against the base of his cock, fingers teasingly squeezing for a moment. I leaned closer to him, brushing my lips against his tip, giving it a light kiss. 'I want to milk you...' I felt him twitch in my grip, 'To take your seed in my hand and rub it all over my wet cunt.' Dandelion let out a sigh, closing his eyes tightly. 'You want us to get in trouble?' 'They won't notice.' I took his testicles into my palm, starting to massage them. 'How can you be so sure? Fuck, that feels good...' He slightly bucked into my hand. I smiled. 'Can't we go to a more private setting for a moment?' 'Do you want to walk through this inn with that tent in your pants?' Dandelion wanted to respond, but we were interrupted by one of the waitresses. I chose that time to fully envelop him with my mouth, taking him till the hilt.

'Is everything to your liking?' I expectantly gazed at Julian to make him answer. 'Hm, y-yes. My date has gone to the r-restroom for the moment, that's all' I continued teasing his cock, pulling back with a quiet pop, licking across the vein that ran across his length. 'Do you wish to have another drink?' she asked him, noticing the empty cups on the table. Dandelion bit his lip and nodded. 'Y-Yes please...' he sighed as I pulled back his foreskin, starting to suck on his tip firmly. As she walked off with the mugs, Dandelion's eyes shot towards me. 'What the fuck... You're good with your mouth, Princess... If I knew you were into such things, then...' 'Sssh!' someone hushed from the crowd somewhere. Jaskier put one hand on my head, lacing his fingers through my hair. 'Just... Keep quiet.' I murmured, 'Let me take care of you, alright?' I took him in my mouth, starting to bob my head up and down. His grip tightened, hips rolling upwards as I continued blowing him in a steady pace. 'Holy fuck, (Y/n)... You're so good...' I gave his thigh a squeeze so he would shut up, fully taking him till he hit the back of my throat. I suppressed my gag-reflex, wishing I could've seen his expression right now. He twitched in my mouth and I pulled back with a small gasp for air, pressing open mouthed kisses over his length. His leg twitched and he slightly sunk downwards in his seat, fingers grabbing my hair tightly. 'Do you want to cum, baby?' I coaxed him, jerking him off. 'Fuck, stop, (Y/n). The maid is coming back with our drinks!' That knowledge only egged me on to continue fondling him. I saw her legs approach us and as soon as she was very close to our table, I fully took Dandelion in my mouth, swallowing around him. 'Your drinks, sir.' He had stilled in his trembling, his spend spilling into my mouth shamelessly. I closed my lips tightly around him at this unannounced orgasm and caught every drip of it with my tongue. 'T-Thank you.' he said with a hoarse voice. 'Are you alright, sir? You look a little shaken.' 'I think it's the alcohol.' he muttered, one of his hands gripping my hair. 'Alright. Enjoy your night, then.' As soon as she had left, Dandelion leaned down under the table. 'What was that?!' he hissed, face bright red and eyes lust-blown. I smiled at him, licking the remnants of his cum off his length. 'That's one way to fucking time this.' 'Well, I liked the thrill.' Julian shook his head in disbelief. 'The longer you keep looking at me, Dandy, the more suspicious you'll become.' He sat back up and I tucked him back into his pants, wiping my palms across my face to see if something of his excitement was left on it. As if nothing had ever happened, I sat back down next to the poet, innocently smiling at him. Dandelion leaned closer to whisper something in my ear. 'Just wait until we get home, you little minx.'

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heath-ur · 5 years ago

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00Q Kinktober - Day 7

Prompt List ; Ao3 Pairing: Bond x Q Prompt: Sixty-Nine Warnings: Smut, No Beta

Me: I need to get faster at these. Only 100-300 words of lead-up & 500-600 words of smut. No more auxiliary characters. Go.

Also Me: So let’s do nearly 700 words of unnecessary plot and make R lesbian.

Brain, why?

The next afternoon, Q is still doing his best not to show his subordinates just how sore his ass is. He’s not sure how successful he’s been able to hide it from R or Moneypenny; going by their smug looks, not much, so he just eyes them smugly right back. ‘Yes, my arse is sore,’ he hopes his looks covey, ‘but it was so worth it.’ Going by their eye-rolls, he thinks they get it.

Despite the distraction, he is able to complete 3 projects and assists 002 with breaching the security of her weapons-dealing mark. They gather enough intel that she’ll be returning to London in the next 48 hours. All-in-all, he thinks he deserves to be a little smug.

So of course that’s when Bond walks into Q branch. Damn. Q knew he was forgetting something.

He knows - he knows - that neither Bond or Alec consider these little liaisons as going steady. There has been no talk about exclusivity, they both still fuck during missions with or without honeypots. And that’s fine. Q isn’t one to be jealous - it’s a waste of productivity and energy. And he’s used to having multiple and infrequent partners. That’s what happens when you work with a governmental spy agency.

However, he also knows that the two blonds are quite good friends. And also know how to kill with their thumbs. When he started this he didn't know that they would keep coming back for this long; he hadn’t realized that he would need to tell them about each other. Honestly, he’d thought that after the first successful mission each, the agents would lose interest. But of course they can’t even follow their own usual patterns.

So this leaves Q standing at his platform station, hands planted on his sit-stand desk, as he faces a post-mission-high double-oh that wants a booty call while Q’s booty is off-the-table this time around. Q nods in Bond’s direction and cuts his eyes to the office-space he rarely uses since he prefers to stand among his subordinates.

Bond nods back and wanders into the small, separated space. R gives Q a glance over her tablet as she swings by his desk with a new cup of tea. Q signs and takes a sip of the tea. His voice is as dry as the desert when he speaks up, “Alert security if I’m not back out in 5?”

R snorts and rolls her eyes, “And have them walk in to you being buggered? No thanks, boss. You’ve got about 30 minutes until that meeting with HR.”

Oh, big buggering fuck. He forgot about that, too. Alec must have shorted out his brain last night. He hums and takes a bigger swing of his tea. “I suppose that’s another option.”

R sighs. Q isn’t sure how she makes it both exasperated and wistful. “If 002 ever fancies me back, you best be as understanding as I’m being right now.”

Q nods, “If you find yourself a lady worthy of your brilliance, you can always borrow my office.” He turns and winks at her before making his way to the office.

Inside, Bond is sitting on the futon that takes up a good third of the room while he looks at the lone Home Bargains art print on the opposing wall. He looks up and smirks as Q walks in and locks the door. “You know, not that I’m opposed to office sex, but I was planning on offering you dinner again.”

Q shrugs and crosses his arms, “I’ve 4 more hours, at least. No sense in you waiting. However, full disclosure, I’ve only 30 minutes and my arse isn’t an option at this time. I’m too sore.”

Bond’s eyebrows slowly rise higher on his face as Q speaks, but his smile never waivers. “Oh? Well, I hope it was at least worth it. Anyone I know?” He waggles said eyebrows, gesturing with his hand for Q to step closer.

Q steps until he’s only an arms reach away, humming. “Well, I have a type, you see. Something about blonds and muscles and men with licenses to kill.” He shrugs nonchalantly and loses the last of his nervous energy as Bond’s grin widens.

Bond lunges forward to wrap his palms gently at Q’s hips to drag him forward. “So, you’re Alec’s little kitten, hmm? He was singing your praises this morning.”

Q slides one of his knees between Bond’s thighs to rest it on the futon’s edge, draping his arms loosely on Bond’s shoulders. “Do you two always gossip about your conquests?”

Bond laughs and rubs his palms soothingly up Q’s back. “Only the good ones. And never enough to breach the virtues of their privacy. But, oh, the things we’re going to be talking about after this.” He suddenly reaches a hand up and grips Q’s curls in a tight grip, tugging him down enough for a kiss.

Q can’t help his startled moan as he opens up his mouth for the kiss, letting Bond control the depth as he keeps gripping and twisting at the strands in his hand. When he’s let up, he knows his eyes must be dazed and he can feel the flush in his cheeks and down his neck. “So, no concerns, then?”

Bond confirms with another kiss, this one lasting only long enough to make Q whine as Bond pulls back and angles Q’s head to kiss down his jaw and throat to bite against the fabric of Q’s shirt. “30 minutes?”

Q nods.

“Well, best make it worth it,” Bond winks and starks working on Q’s trouser buttons. Q gets with the program and begins to reciprocate, fighting with Bond’s buckle until it’s bested.

Cocks freed, Bond pulls two condoms from his suit jacket pocket and rips one open to put onto his own cock. At the same time, he shifts and settles until he’s laying sideways on the futon, pants sliding off and down his legs. Q begins following him but gets stopped by a palm on his hip. “Turn around, Q, let me see Alec’s hard work.”

Q blushes and his cock jumps as he fumbles putting the condom on. He lets his pants fall full to the ground, tripping out of his shoes to scramble onto the futon and swinging one leg to straddle Bond’s thighs, facing Bond’s feet. The man wears sock garters, the functional (non-functional) part of his brain thought as Bond’s previous words scrolled through the other half of his brain.

Bond puts his hands back to Q’s hips and arranges the man as he sees fit, to get a better look. He hums and draws one finger around a still- tender mark of Alec’s index on the back of Q’s thigh. “Oh, these will be beautiful bruises. It really is too bad that he didn’t take pictures like he had wanted to.”

Q’s traitorous cock jumps again. He had to curl into himself and let his hands drop to either side of Bond’s knees. “20 minutes.” Q fails at trying to sound unaffected.

Bond lets out an affected sad sigh. “We both best get to it, then.” And then in one motion he pulls Q’s hips closer to his head as he slides further down the futon to take Q’s cock in his mouth. It’s heat and the flutter of Bond’s tongue and the tapered rumble of his trapped laugh.

Q curses and takes a breath before he returns the favor and presses his mouth around Bond’s cock, sucking and working his tongue, trying to get his self-possession back by proving his skill. If Bond’s approving hum is any indication, he’s succeeding. Of course, that hum is accompanied by a controlled roll of Bond’s hip, making Q take more until Bond’s cock is being swallowed in the preservation of Q’s gag-reflex.

Q sucks and rolls his own hips, smacking at Bond’s thigh in reprimand as the older man presses a thumb into one of Q’s forming bruises just to make him jump. He can’t help but squirm, even with his dick held in Bond’s mouth. The other hand gripping and fondling his bullocks doesn't help. Q would try working on Bond’s, but to be honest he needs both wobbling arms to hold himself up.

Instead, he rises off until only Bond’s tip is still inside his mouth, takes a deep breath, and goes back down in three quick bobs, holding at the tip against just to repeat the pattern. The noises are slick and sound loud in the room. Q has a moment of concern about sound-proofing or lack thereof, but quickly forgets the concern as Bond does something with his tongue. Oh, maybe he could learn that.

The whole experience is a race to the finish-line and both parties cross nearly at the same time with matching thrusts and hot suction, faces messy and breathless. Q pulls back onto his knees and checks his watch.

4 minutes. “Fuck.”

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sserpente · 7 years ago

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A/N: Request from two anons. Expect another Imagine today. In fact, expect a lot of Christmassy Imagines until Christmas. I received so many amazing prompts! I altered this one a little because it was Loki’s birthday yesterday. And we ought to celebrate our king, no?

Words: 1974 Warnings: this is slightly sad?

Christmas… the merriest and most joyful time of the year. You snorted. Yeah, sure, Christmas was great if you were surrounded by family and friends, baked cookies together and watched cheesy Christmas movies, not to mention all the presents everyone secretly got for each other only to say “Oh, you didn’t have to!” on Christmas Day.

But the thing was… you had none of those things. No family or friends to celebrate with, no oven to bake cookies in, no TV to watch Christmas movies and certainly no money to buy presents. If anything, witnesses would get paid for handing you over to the police—life as a war criminal was hardly enjoyable for the most part. But what other choice had you had? They had threatened to kill you, slowly and mercilessly until you begged for death if you didn’t comply. And you were too young to die. There were so many countries yet to be explored, so many books yet to be read and… you were yet to fall in love. So you had obeyed, done everything they had asked you to—including havoc, destruction and murder. Now, you paid the price for your so-called self-preservation, for the urge to stay alive.

Guarded by none other than the Avengers themselves, you were going to spend the next few months among SHIELD agents and other would-be superheroes, damned to watch them get into the Christmas spirit and preparing gifts for one another, constantly eliciting your gag reflex.

There was only one other person in the compound who appeared to be an outsider too. An Asgardian, just like Thor, with raven hair, stinging blue eyes and a dangerously fascinating aura which drew you to him like bees round a honeypot. You had heard of him, of course. About the incident in New York and for some inexplicable reason, you did not believe he would stand by his terrible deeds whole-heartedly. No. Loki looked like he suffered—much like yourself.

Several times already you had attempted to talk to the God of Mischief but been stopped by Tony or one of the other Avengers. Stay away from him, they had said. It’s for your own good, trust me. But then again… they were probably afraid you’d team up and try to escape together. Truth be told, you were sure that you would be invincible. Your own powers were by far not as impressive as Loki’s magic and illusions but it had saved you from trouble and hazard throughout your entire life already.

It was the 17th of December when you woke up in your cell-like room and opened the curtains to let in some light and fresh air only to be greeted by a thick blanket of white snow covering the ground outside the compound. You almost squealed. Last time you had seen snow, you had still lived with your parents as a teenager and met your friends to go sleighing. The memories dwelling up were sad but at the very same time so hopeful that maybe, just maybe it could be like this again one day—merry, joyful, and happy.

You didn’t know what came over you when you got dressed and snatched your black winter jack from your wardrobe, rushing through the compound and into Tony’s lap. As you had expected, he was working, a steaming cup of coffee right next to him.

Crossing your arms, you leaned against the threshold and, with your head tilted, watched him for a while.

“What do you want?” He sneered eventually. Sighing, you cleared your throat.

“I was wondering if I could go outside for a bit. I haven’t seen snow in years.”

Tony looked up. You could tell he was considering your request. He lifted an eyebrow and studied you as if to discover any hidden motives. When he didn’t find any, he shrugged.

“Okay, if you wanna freeze to death, that’s fine by me. But you wear the ankle monitor.”

Rolling your eyes in response, you wrapped yourself in your winter jacket and nodded mockingly.

“Of course. I wouldn’t want to try and escape through several feet of snow, I would be way too fast to be caught.”

You scoffed when he tightened the make-shift tether around your ankle, resisting the urge to kick him in the face when he did. Once he was done and promised that FRIDAY would keep an eye on you, you turned on your heel and left the lab again only to collide with something hard.

Blinking, you glanced up, locking eyes with Loki who today seemed particularly depressed.

“Oh. Hi. Sorry.”

“You seem in a hurry,” he replied disinterested.

“Yeah… I’m heading outside. Care to join me?” Now you weren’t exactly hopeful he was going to say yes but in truth, having someone with you and not be alone for once might be a nice experience—especially out in the snow. Loki almost made you flinch when he replied.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t like snow.”

“How can you not like snow?”

“In fact, I hate it.”

“Come on, Loki. Were you going to meet someone else? Besides, we’re snowed in, it’s not like you’re going somewhere?” Defiantly, you raised your eyebrows, mutely expressing your opinion on how well you both got along with the infamous Avengers. Honestly, you were pretty sure none of them cared whether you lived or died. Unfortunately for them, your will to survive was very strong.

“Scared of the cold?” You added teasingly. Loki glanced outside through one of the massive windows in the hallway. The sky was still grey but at least, it had stopped snowing. Technically, you were right. He was not going to meet someone else and here you were, a silly little mortal and fellow prisoner asking to spend time with him. He was so taken aback by the fact someone would willingly ask him to do something together he actually thought about joining you. He wouldn’t have to touch the snow, after all.

“Not at all, little minx. Unlike you, I don’t even need a warm winter coat.”

So here you were now, walking in the snow with the God of Mischief himself. It was… nice. The tension between you was hardly uncomfortable, if anything because you both shared a past that had left scars on your hearts.

Shivering a little, you buried your ice cold hands in your pockets to keep them warm. Loki had not lied to you. He was strolling next to you seemingly unaffected by the freezing temperatures.

“So… Thor is your brother, right?”

The God of Mischief sighed. “Yes. He is my brother.”

“You don’t get along very well…” You continued, attempting to make some kind of conversation with him. You desperately wanted to get to know him better, learn what was going on in that mischievous mind and broken heart of his.

Loki’s mocking expression set your teeth on edge.

“How did you guess, I wonder?”

“I’m sorry, I just… I’m trying to figure you out, I guess. There is something about you that I like but I don’t know what it is yet. So I’m trying to find out.” You confessed, shrugging in the process. You had nothing to lose, after all. No family, no friends, no reputation. If you didn’t try, you’d never know.

Loki himself did not know why he opened his mouth to respond. Perhaps it was because of the same reason you were so deeply fascinated by him. You were different. Different from those self-proclaimed superheroes intending to make the world a better place. Selfishness and self-preservation were not always bad things… not really.

“Thor has always been the favoured son. We drifted apart a long time ago. New York… changed it all. I would not expect him to stand up for me again, to care. Especially not today.”

“That’s… horrible, I’m sorry. But… at least you still have family. Who knows, maybe you can put your differences aside one day.”

Loki shook his head.

“Oh no… this ship has sailed the day I learned…” He stopped himself. “It is unlikely. Especially after today.” He repeated, his blue gaze drifting away sadly.

“What’s so special about the 17th of December anyway then?”

Loki smirked bitterly. “My birthday. It is my birthday.”

You had never known what it felt like to suffer from a broken heart. But the pain that went through your chest upon his words had you distort your face uncomfortably.

“He… he didn’t even remember?” You choked out.

“No. He did not.”

Silence spread between you. It wasn’t unpleasant though—much rather a mute and mutual understanding. Compassion.

“You know, maybe we should spend Christmas together. We’ll stead food from the kitchen and hide in the library all night long.” You suggested, shyly smiling up at him.

Loki frowned. For a brief moment, it seemed like he was disgusted by the idea. Spending Christmas Eve with a mortal, wasn’t that… below him? On the other hand… would you really be willing to spend time with him when no one else in the compound, not even his own brother who had forgotten his birthday, would?

“Yes. Maybe we should.” Your smile grew, even more so when you noticed a few lonely snowflakes fluttering to the already white ground.

“Let us head back inside.”

“What? No! It’s starting to snow again!”

“Exactly.”

“Loki, you’re not made of sugar, a few snowflakes won’t kill you.” You replied giggling. Loki’s nostrils flared as he breathed in heavily, glaring you down strictly.

Only when the first frozen drops of water landed on his raven hair and flawless skin did you realise why he was so keen on escaping the snow. He was turning blue, his eyes… his eyes changing colour to a bright red.

“What in the… Loki, are you alright?”

The God of Mischief rolled his eyes, gnashing his teeth in the process.

“Yes. I am alright. Now let us head back inside. I will not hesitate to leave you out here on your own if you refuse.”

That stung. Lips parting, you looked up at him hurt.

“Don’t be like that…” You mumbled quietly.

You had read about Frost Giants, Jötuns. Loki was… one of them? How was this possible? Was he Thor’s brother after all?

Loki closed his eyes briefly in response. He didn’t mean to snap at you like that but he also didn’t wish to scare you away with the fact he was a monster. He had, by chance, met this one person whom he felt like he could bear being around, he was not going to lose you to his repulsive self; and yet, an apology would not leave his thin lips.

“I’m so sorry.” He suddenly heard you whisper. “I wouldn’t have tried to persuade you to come outside with me if I had known…”

Loki narrowed his stunning blue eyes at you.

“You are sorry?”

“Y-yes? I mean… you don’t want anyone to see? Is… is that why you hate snow?”

He nodded grimly.

“You should see Jötunheim. It is not among the happiest of places within Yggdrasil’s branches.”

“But this is not Jötunheim. This is the suburbs of New York City in winter and unlike Frost Giants, we celebrate Christmas. Snow can be beautiful. Just think about the possibilities! You can build snowmen and go sleighing for hours without ever getting cold!” You attempted to cheer him up. For a while, Loki said nothing.

“It is hard to believe you are a prisoner here.” He then suddenly stated bluntly.

Smiling sadly, you shrugged.

“I did what I had to do to survive… and I think you did, too.”

He nodded, finally making his way back inside.

“Oh… and Loki?”

He turned around again half-heartedly, curious as to what else you had to say.

“Happy Birthday.”

This time, his smirk was genuine.

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reformedkingsmanagent · 7 years ago

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Let me just say absolutely adore out of practice, had to fan myself a little after I read it. Would it be possible to request Charlie x reader, during The Secret Service Era, they have to do an undercover gala mission together and while collecting data almost get caught 'so kiss me, because public affection makes people uncomfortable' but Charlie actually enjoys more than the reader expects... maybe nsfw??

A/N: I really really really hope this is fine! I didn’t go proper nsfw, I’m sorry! But I hope to have some smutty smutty goodness out soon for the holidays?? Maybe. We’ll see how it all goes.

The new owners of the massive cathedral, recently repurposed as a home for the growing crime syndicate here in Madrid, were doing their best to host a party, but the reverence usually associated with setting foot in a place of worship wasn’t so easy to get rid of. Even for the not-so-religious, it was an exercise in learned respect and conditioning.

Must make them feel as if their schemes are god-given.

It was made easier, though, by watching a very questionable conversation being had in a corner. An uncomfortably intimate touch was all you needed to see to be sure you’d latched onto the right man.

“I’m glad I worked so hard to secure a spot as his date to this stupid thing only for him to go off chasing other women. What on earth was the point in inviting me then?”

“Are you jealous? Over that guy?”

Absolutely not. At least, you don’t think so…

You could hear Charlie’s very-much-amused laughter in your ear. “Don’t worry love, I still think you’re stunning—”

“Don’t even, Charles.”

“Please—”

“He’s walking over,” you interrupted, putting a fake smile back into place as your ticket into the massive gala event offered a glass of champagne as if he hadn’t just been running his disgusting hands up some woman’s thigh—

“It’s lovely, don’t you think?” he asked, his heavy accent slicing through your thoughts.

Still, the whole thing was making you laugh. Merlin suggesting you as a candidate for a honeypot mission? Well, honeypot-lite, perhaps. You still didn’t know how you managed to catch this man’s eye, but at least you hadn’t failed horribly.

Yet. There’s still time now.

You covered your amusement and discomfort as best as you could. The last thing you wanted to do was trash the whole mission simply by pissing him off.

“Mmhmm, very,” you agreed, glancing up at the incredibly high ceilings, taking in the elaborate chandeliers hanging above. It was a very old building, surprisingly well maintained, but for the moment it was cluttered with all kinds of decorations for the event, as well as fixtures like lights, a small stage, and the tables and chairs spread out across the room. One big change, an update made at the new owner’s request was a whole wall entirely composed of glass, giving a view out to a stonework terrace which offered an even better view of the Spanish capital.

You were sure the glass was bulletproof.

“This was added by a famous architect of Spain—”

“Yes, he’s a brilliant restorationist. Also did work on a few of the other big cathedrals around here, right?”

He is also familiar with the construction of vaults of all shapes and sizes, as well as hiding them in plain sight. You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you sir?

Your date for the evening raised an eyebrow. “Yes, yes he did. You’re very well-educated on our…architecture.”

Shit. Just keep your nerd side quiet, that was the one thing Charlie asked of you—

Thankfully a man in a dark suit very much like an unofficial uniform walked over and delivered a quiet message, one you caught the tail end of. You caught sight of the small earbud in his ear. Private security.

As soon as they were both out of earshot, you brought the glass to your lips to hopefully disguise them moving.

“Charlie, they’re onto you.”

“No, they’re onto my plant. I’ve already moved on. I caught wind of some people taking a private tour of the archives below and thought I’d take a look myself. Care to join me?”

You let your eyes close briefly in relief as a smile spread across your face, this one genuine. “I would love to.”

***********

“It’s alright, you can come out. They’re gone.”

You stepped out from behind one of the columns, heels in hand. “How did you—”

“You can’t sneak up on me, I’ve got ears like—”

“What, these?” you asked, flicking at one of them.

He jumped a bit, tucking his chin into his chest to try to hide them from you. “You’re lucky you’re you, or you wouldn’t have hands any longer,” he joked. You studied him while his attention was focused on the wall in front of him. He looked good. He was dressed in the same uniform that the man who’d pulled your date away was wearing. Charlie didn’t waste any time.

“What do we have?”

“Pretty basic security around here, Chump 1 and 2 are sleeping things off in a cabinet over there,” he pointed over his shoulder, “so we’re good for now.” After a few moments of pressing his fingers against the wood, a small round panel slid back within and revealed a round metal lock. “And would you look at that,” he mumbled in wonder. “Everything’s got to be behind this door.” He studied the lock tucked into the wood panelling, his watch scanning it. “I’ve got nothing with this. It’s not electronic, it’s just…ancient. Guess we’re not hacking our way in.”

“I thought you were the man who was prepared for anything?” you teased. He glanced down at you with a soft grin. After a bit of him not answering, you frowned. “Charlie, what?”

He looked away, back to the lock. “Nothing, just…didn’t get to see you before you slipped out for the evening, that’s all.”

You turned away to hide your reaction, pretending to at least be useful and watch the only way in or out of the large room as the heat faded from your cheeks.

“If we can’t get ahold of a key, we’ve got to pick it,” he announced.

“You sound disappointed. Did you forget your toolkit back home?”

You could hear the smile in his voice. “I’m prepared for a lot of things, but this—”

He cut himself off as you turned back towards him, reaching underneath your dress through the slit for the small card-sized folio tucked into the band of your stocking. “Whoa, whoa, what on earth are you doing?” he hissed, eyes wide. His face was bright red.

“Relax, Charlie, and thank me for saving your ass from one of Merlin’s ‘always be prepared’ lectures, god knows I’ve had plenty of those—”

“If they start spending too much time in there, somebody’s bound to notice. I don’t know why this meeting couldn’t wait until after we’ve cleared out all the guests hanging around. Keeping them out of here has been a nightmare.”

Both you and Charlie froze.

You tucked your mini lockpicking kit into the front of your dress, taking a moment to straighten it while Charlie looked around the two of you, eyes wide.

“There’s nowhere for us to hide,” he whispered.

“We’ve got to do something, Charlie,” you frantically replied.

He took a moment to compose himself, closing his eyes to concentrate. “Hiding in plain sight… Wait—”

“They’re almost in here,” you interrupted.

His hands reached for your face and you instinctively moved to stop him, but he held up a finger. “You have to kiss me—”

“What?!” You felt a light fluttering sensation in your stomach as you looked up at him, mind trying to wrap around just what he was suggesting.

“Public displays of affection cause people to feel uncomfortable, they—”

“You seriously think now’s the time to test that theory?!”

“Got a better idea?”

Not how you expected your night to go, at all.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see the guards step into view, but as quickly as they appeared, they were covered by the side of Charlie’s face. Milliseconds later his soft, plush lips smoothed over yours. You could feel that he was holding back, it wasn’t a proper kiss, but it did enough for you to subconsciously lean into him and grip both sides of his suit jacket.

“Are they buying it?” Charlie mumbled against your lips. As much as you were secretly very much appreciating what was happening, you didn’t think a chaste kiss would be convincing enough to excuse your presence there.

With a frown, you pulled him back in, your mouth opening beneath his. He groaned, his thumbs smoothing over your cheeks as his tongue found yours. Your back hit the disguised wall the two of you had been attempting to get through, and Charlie blindly moved a hand to press the wood back into place over the lock so they’d be none the wiser.

Always thinking of everything.

You were just doing your job, you weren’t enjoying the kiss or anything…

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”

“Can you believe this guy? Thinks he’s being paid to fuck around?”

Charlie let you go and you did your best to appear shocked. The sensations low in your belly weren’t an act though.

“I—I’m sorry, I—” Charlie’s Spanish accent wasn’t horrible but it could use some work.

The one closest to Charlie clapped his hand against the side of his arm. Chump 3. “Relax, my friend, your little slip-up is safe with us.” The two men shared a look that made you very concerned. The last thing the two of you needed was extra attention.

“Excuse me, I have to get back,” you explained, moving to head past them to the main room. If you could get around them then perhaps they wouldn’t see you preparing to stun them.

“Where do you think you’re going?” The Chump 4 reached out and pulled you back over, tucking you in against his side. You pushed against him gently enough to not betray your true strength, but he wasn’t willing to let you go.

You shared a look with Charlie and he nodded ever so slightly.

“I really have to go—”

Chump 4’s hand grabbed your arm tightly, holding you out in front of him so he could look at you. He grinned. “What happened to your shoes—?”

Charlie used his watch on the man holding you, stunning him with a dart to the neck. He was a bit slow to react, releasing your arm and reaching for his neck, his eyebrows furrowing as he found the tiny dart. As Chump 3 watched his friend slump to the floor in front of you, you took advantage of the distraction and pulled a small knife from its home along your upper thigh. It seemed to distract Charlie too as he raised his eyebrows.

You reached up and pressed the knife in against Chump 3’s neck, right against the carotid artery. Charlie used a hand at the man’s back to keep him in place.

Teamwork.

“Where do they keep the key to this door?”

He swallowed. “Only two exist. And they’re both on the other side.”

You glanced over at Charlie who had his watch ready to go. “We’ll have to pick it.”

Charlie shrugged, an amused smile on his face. “Alright. What do we do with him?”

The guard raised his hands in surrender. “If you let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone you’ve been down here.” Charlie readied the watch. “I can’t afford to get on their bad side, please, if they think I’ve not done my job my family is at risk,” he pleaded.

“…Amnesia?” you suggested to Charlie. He quirked an eyebrow but changed the setting.

“Thank you,” he sighed, clasping his hands together.

“Alright, now turn around. Don’t worry, she’ll let you go,” Charlie grinned. The guard did, heading back towards the entrance to the archives. “You’re in desperate need of a drink,” Charlie insisted.

“What?”

Charlie shot the guard with the less powerful dart. The guard didn’t break stride for a second and continued out of the room as if the whole thing never happened. As you put away your knife, Charlie dragged the stunned guard over to a large cabinet and shoved him in with the others.

You turned back to the wall, pressing in to expose the lock again.

“It didn’t work,” you mumbled, lips still tingling.

“What didn’t?”

“The…kissing.”

“Oh, but it did.”

Before you could explain that he was wrong, a large hand spread wide across your abdomen as Charlie pulled you back against his chest, his other hand moving to the top of your dress, fingers skimming over your skin.

“Charlie—!”

You couldn’t breathe.

“What?” He lingered, his fingertips ghosting along the edge of the dress. You reached for his hand but did nothing to stop him.

“We can’t—”

“Relax,” he whispered, his long fingers pulling the thin card-sized toolkit free. “Just needed this.” His hands disappeared and you stepped away from the lock, giving him space and taking a second to try to recover from where your mind had slipped away to.

A click and a quiet “aha” from Charlie brought you back to the present as the whole wood panel slid aside to reveal a narrow hallway.

Charlie turned to face you, the small case in his hand. You took it, still a little dazed. “Ready to go finish this mission?”

Before he had time to react, you pulled him in close and smashed your lips against his, moaning into his mouth. Something you never expected to do, but also something you found you desperately needed. After a few seconds of deep, deep kissing, you forced him back before you went too far. He leaned against the wall, doing his best to catch his breath and compose himself.

“Mission first,” you sighed, kicking yourself for willfully wasting the opportunity right in front of you. “When we get back to the hotel—”

“We’d better get going then, yeah?”

You stood up straight, fixing your dress and taking in a deep breath. “Yeah,” you agreed. “But I’m taking point.”

He raised his eyebrows as he smiled, that all-too familiar charm working its magic. “By all means, please, after you,” he conceded. As you stepped in front of him down the narrow hallway, his hand on your arm stopped you from getting too far ahead. His chest met your back and his lips pulled at your earlobe. “Don’t think for a second that’s going to extend to the rest of the evening though, love,” he whispered. You swallowed.

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cyrelia-j · 6 years ago

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[fic preview] Wheel Cage (original)

Based off of Tim Ransom’s John Dunn character [super loosely since it’s only a 5 minute scene] the following is a preview prologue of a 2nd person POV story I couldn’t resist starting. You may recall a story idea I mentioned from the spotlight on that character so this is that fleshed out!

Title: Wheel Cage

Genre: Drama/Suspense/Romance/Horror

Summary: With the world well on its way to a zombie filled hell, retired ATF agent Ed Miller is cashing out early. That is, with a little help from his son Isaac, the two of them figure on securing a little safety net he and his old team stashed away. Under the guise of an accidental [non zombie related] death, Ed cashes out his insurance policy, knowing that his last living team mate, John Dunham wouldn’t waste time in going to grab the hidden stash.

And that leaves Izzy to catch that same armored Greyhound from El Paso to NYC to seduce the old bugger and filch his key to the lock boxes along with the rest. Easy enough, right?

Notes: in the prologue a warning for offensive language (swearing and homophobic/sexist) but no other warnings. 2nd person POV and a trans male character. Big 80s references and aesthetic and age gap. Any feedback super welcome :)

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“John huh? I like that. They call me Izzy. You ready to take a trip around the world with me?...”

For as long as you can remember it’s always been you and your old man against everyone. Ever since his old lady (you haven’t called her “mom” since you were five) served him up the divorce papers with a slice of birthday cake and you said you weren’t leaving your cousins and your collection of baseball cards, it’s just been the two of you. She hightailed it with your older sister - who you haven’t spoken to either since she refused to stop calling you “Jenny” some seven years back - and so the both of you just up and said fuck everyone else.

So when your old man made the proposition, you didn’t think twice before agreeing.

Here’s the situation. You found out your old man wasn’t as Dudley Do Right as he’d have led you to believe. Seems he and his old narc buddies made some big bust back in the day, back before the strung out zombies were actual fucking zombies and they didn’t exactly tell the Feds and the rest the whole of their haul. Got his picture in the paper like a real hero and all ‘cept Mr. All American Hero made it with a cool couple million and disappeared it like Houdini.

Course you didn’t exactly grow up in luxury and he sure as shit didn’t lose it in the divorce like he did the house. Trying to make off with all that dough woulda set off every agent in the country asking questions so the four of them made a gentleman’s agreement: they stashed it away in some series of lockers up north ‘til enough time passed and sure enough old Dan and Bill kicked it getting caught in Atlanta leaving just your old man and John Dunham. Dunham being an old desk jockey who’d probably live forever and while your old man never had a bad thing to say about “good old John”, your old man didn’t figure on splitting the pot when he was so close to taking the whole kit n caboodle for himself.

He also figured with the whole world well on its way to some Romero zombie hell better now than never while south of the border was free and clear.

You didn’t exactly blame him either and the both of you figured it’d be easy enough to live like kings south of the border. Course he couldn’t exactly walk into the fucker’s office and whack him. Well… seeing as how as of today, April 1st 1987, the whole world thinks your old man died in a car accident six months ago, he probably could. But while your old man may be a lot of things, a killer ain’t one of them. Thief? Sure. Liar? What man isn’t? (And if his ex old lady’s to be believed a wife beater too, but the only time you ever seen him raise a hand was to block her throwing a lamp at his head when he said your sister “Miss Priss” Priscilla might be going with her - likely not being his anyway - but he’d be damned if she made off with his Izzy.)

Well maybe he didn’t call you Izzy back then but your memory, your rules.

And here’s where you come into the whole scheme.

You’re not a killer neither but you also may be just a bit of a thief yourself, and more than that you’ve got a certain charm about you that your old man says you inherited from him. Your old man also says he doesn’t know why he paid all that money for you to lop your tits off and change your name to Isaac if you’re still gonna prance around wearing makeup like a “goddamn fairy”. You like to remind him that’s exactly what you are loud and proud and if makeup is good enough for Alice Cooper and all the hot new glam bands he can just shut his hole or find himself a new honeypot.

Course you’re not exactly the traditional va va voom vamp but that’s only gonna keep the suspicion off you a hell of a lot better than coming on like some boozy lot lizard, and if your old man hadn’t fallen asleep ten minutes into Murphy’s Law then maybe he’d know that those middle aged straight lace types seem to have a thing for cute and lovable punks half their age. He conceded (as big a Bronson fan that he is) you might be onto something and that settled the matter there, you hanging up the payphone outside the shithole apartment where you’ve been crashing, tucking the number back into your wallet.

You’d been crashing on your pal Stevie's couch, helping out with the rent from a few “odd jobs”, and while you hated lying to her, you sure couldn’t tell her the real reason you were headed up north where they got shit locked down a hell of a lot harder cause of the “mess”. So far as she knew, you took your old man’s “death” hard and on top of that come to find his half a mil insurance policy was a bust to boot leaving you with a big fat nothing and in need of a place to stay. Wasn’t a far stretch seeing as how the insurance companies were finding it all too easy nowadays to call any claim they didn’t’ want to pay “ineligible” living dead shit. It wasn’t a lie exactly anyway, seeing as how you’d followed your old man’s instructions to the letter and made sure he got every untraceable dollar coming to him.

Alright, so you kept a couple thousand for necessary expenses helping out Stevie (and getting your ticket and some new kicks) but it wasn’t like you pissed it away at the arcade.

Stevie refused to buy your ticket though, saying you were crazy to go up north with some guy you met at a bar and chatted up on the phone and she didn’t care how good of a screw he was. Course you couldn’t tell her it was your old man you’d been plotting with so you just packed up when she left for work at Sid’s, left another hundred dollars, and swore in the note sitting next to it that you’d call after you were settled, sure she’d bawl you out a good one but you know the less anyone knows the better. You ended up paying some wino looking about to turn any second twenty bucks to buy your ticket and an extra dose of the anti Z Juice to keep quiet if anyone came ‘round asking any questions on the matter. You promised him you weren’t killing no one, just leaving a shit situation.

It’s simple, you think as you shoulder your duffle bag, ticket out of El Paso ticket in hand. Blow the old fuck ‘til his eyes roll back into his head and swap the four bum keys for his. Nick his wallet once you get to NYC so you get a head start, and meet your old man’s contact in Jersey once you’ve secured the money. You got his old piece, his thirty nine and you can’t say as you’re a shot up to his standard but you don’t know a man to have ever missed jamming the muzzle of a gun into someone’s gut either so you’re none too worried about that part of it.

Bullets don’t work none too well on them other fucking things if you ain’t a crack shot but you got your Dynaco L-Rod for that.

You make sure to smile nice as you approach the benches where everyone’s waiting to start boarding. First impressions and all that and ain’t no need for either piece here between the shock fences and the scans. Nah, you’re rocking your ripped black jeans just tight enough and your favorite half threadbare Dokken shirt neckline stretched out not quite off your shoulder, and your choppy brown hair is streaked with red same as your lips. You look pretty damn dynamite with your black leather boots up to your knees and a swagger in your step sure you catch a few eyes wondering if staring at your ass makes ‘em bent or not when they see the slight bulge of your crotch and your lack of tits.

Yeah, fucking putty, you think with a wink to a straight laced dope in a polo shirt and khakis, strutting over to Mr. Paper Pusher Dunham, counting dollar signs in the whorl of his thick black - has to be a dye job pushing fifty five like that - hair and grey Garanimals button down.

Only one thing you didn’t figure on as you take a seat next to him and get ready to charm…

...And that’s fucking John Dunham.

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toopliss-chewtoy · 7 years ago

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HiJack Week Sum. 2018 Day 4: Past Accomplishments

A never before published but old as hell fic counts as Past Accomplishments, right? This has been sitting in my ‘to edit’ pile for way longer than I’d care to admit... So enjoy! Lots of super sweet fluff!

Summary: Two huge-ass grocery bags filled with sugar, butter, chocolate and other ingredients was not how Hiccup had envisioned this Friday night to go. Warnings: n/a Size: 2299 words Also on AO3

Cupcakes

At long last, he was home. If he walked through that door, he could forget all about work. Once he put his key in the lock and twisted, it would be just him and Jack and maybe a cocktail or two with mandatory chill-time on the couch. Just a few more steps and it would be weekend.

He dropped his bag in the hallway and kicked off his shoes. “I'm home!”

No response.

“Honeypot, my sweetest dear?” Hiccup called out in a high little pitch. He walked into the living room. No Jack. Kitchen? Ditto. He wasn't taking a nap on the bed either. All there was to greet him was their cat and a note on the kitchen table: 'doing groceries – Jack'.

Hiccup shrugged and made himself a screwdriver with a liberal amount of vodka. He had no plans for tomorrow, after all.

Right when he was done, he heard the front door. He turned and was about to take a sip... but the glass froze mid-way to his mouth. Jack came into the kitchen with a big, fully loaded shopping bags in each hand and his little sister in tow.

“Hey, Hic!” Jack gave wide smile with a hint of apologetic worry in it. Before Hiccup could press him on that, Emma flung herself around his waist, almost making him spill his precious cocktail.

“Umf! Hey Emma, long time no see.” He gave her a little hug. “That's a surprise!”

“Good thing you like surprises!” Jack said. “Cause I have another one!”

Hiccup squinted at his boyfriend. “Jaaack, what's in the bags?” This guy was up to no good, he knew it.

“Have I mentioned how much I love you?”

“Is it that bad?”

“Cause I love you a lot!” Jack came over and took the cocktail, taking a little sip. He scrunched up his nose – too strong, probably.

“Out with it.”

“You see, Emma has a baking-sale tomorrow at school.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And I kinda said I'd help her out.”

“Jack promised to bake tons of cookies and cupcakes with 100 flavours!” Emma happily chipped in. She beamed at Hiccup and Jack in turn, obviously very excited about it all. “We just did the groceries, we can make TONS of stuff!”

Hiccup forced a smile. “That's sweet. Why don't you go give Toothless a treat, we'll get started here.”

Emma didn't need to be told twice. She grabbed the pack of treats from the cupboard and ran off to find Toothless. The moment she was out of the kitchen, Hiccup fixed Jack with a deadly look.

“You promised what.”

“Well we don't actually need 100 flavours...”

“Why do I only find out now, huh?” Baking a shit-ton of cupcakes and cookies was not the Friday night Hiccup had in mind. “You need these tomorrow! Why just now?!” Hiccup hissed. Jack shrunk away more and more, holding up his hand apologetically.

“She asked me a month ago and-”

“A MONTH?!”

“-and and I forgot! Come on buttercup, please don't kill me!”

Hiccup took a big gulp of his cocktail and squeezed his brow. “Damnit, Jack.”

“I can't say no to Emma... I’m really sorry, cupcake.”

Hiccup sighed. “Fine. I’ll help. Also, poor choice of petname.”

“I owe you one.” Jack promised. He gave his disgruntled boyfriend a hug, but Hiccup’s scowl only partially dissolved.

“Oh no. You owe me a lot more than just one.”

Emma came back into the kitchen, followed by a black, meowing beast. Somehow she always managed to twist Toothless around her finger; a feat not many were able to pull off. “What can I do?” She beamed at Hiccup.

“Let’s heat up the oven then…”

Dinner consisted of take-out pizza while the first batch of cupcakes was in the oven. They settled into a cycle of alternating cupcakes and cookies, with Hiccup making all the batters and Jack and Emma taking care of putting it in/out of the oven and bagging things once they had cooled down. Cookies were iced, the more wildly flavoured cupcakes were decorated, and everything got a nice foil, bow, and tag thanks to Emma. All the while, Hiccup himself was receiving an inexplicable amount of love too.

“You feeling bad for making me bake?” He asked when Jack was hugging him from behind once more.

“A bit…” He kissed Hiccup’s shoulder. “But I have to say I also quite enjoy it.” Jack slapped Hiccup’s ass. Hiccup frowned, mouthing ‘behave’ at his SO.

Immediately Emma dissolved into giggles. “There is a hand on your butt!”

Then Jack had to leave the kitchen for a bit, or he would find out exactly how sharp their kitchen knives were first hand. Later, when his back was turned, Hiccup took revenge by dropping ice down his shirt.

“I’ll geeeheeet you for that!” Jack promised as he performed the icecube dance. Emma and Hiccup just laughed… until a sheet of rolled fondant landed square in Hiccup’s face. And then there may or may not have been some flower and chocolate chips flying around. A full-on food-fight was only narrowly avoided, but Emma still needed to take a thorough shower before she could go to bed. Turns out blobs of unbaked cookie are very tasty, but also very annoying to wash out of your hair.

While Jack tucked Emma in, Hiccup crashed on the couch for a bit. He was deathly tired, and they weren’t even half-way yet.

He felt Jack sit down next to him. He kept his eyes closed.

“Thanks. You saved my ass.”

“You make it sound like we’re already done. We’re only just half-way.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too. I think.”

“You think?” Jack softly punched his shoulder and Hiccup creaked an eye open.

“You’re the one making me bake so much.”

“You’re going to use that against me for a long time, aren’t you?”

“Yup.” He closed his eye again. He felt Jack’s lips against his cheek and smiled a little.

“How many kisses would it take?”

“A gazillion.”

“That’s not even a number.”

“Yes it is.”

“No it isn’t!”

“It is.”

“Is not.”

“No no, I know how much it is. I’ll tell you when you’ve reached it.”

Jack kissed him again. “Now?”

“No. That was two.”

“Now?”

“Nu-uh.”

“Now?”

“Keep trying. Maybe-” beep beep beep beep.

Hiccup sighed and got up, dragging Jack back to his feet as well. “Aaand back to work. Only about half a gazillion cupcakes left.”

As time progressed, more and more cupcakes and cookies of various flavours started to fill up the inlayed boxes Jack had bought. At the same time, more and more hugs were exchanged, as Hiccup was drained of his last bits of energy. He shoved a new batch into the oven and threw his arms around Jack, who was wrapping cookies. He buried his face in Jack’s shoulder.

“You smell of sugar.”

“How sweet of you.”

Hiccup giggled, mumbling “Sugar daddy”.

“What?!” Jack tried to turn around, laughing. “Did you just call me daddy? You never call me daddy when we-”

Hiccup put a finger on his lips. “Pumbaa! Not in front of the kid.”

“Oh. Sorry. Ahem. WHEN I WAS A YOUNG WARTHOOOOOG!”

“Very nice.”

“Thanks!”

Hiccup stared into the bright blue eyes of the love of his life, and he realized two things: 1) Jack was just as tired as he was, which reduced the kisses required to just a mere billion, and 2) he too was trying really hard not to dissolve into a fit of giggles. His eyes twinkled and his lips were pressed tightly together to keep from bursting into laughter in a most unflattering manner. Hiccup chuckled… and that was the beginning of the end. He could feel Jack’s chest start to shake. Teeth broke through that smile and giggles poured forth.

“You’re saying I smell too, pegleg?” He managed between fits of laughter.

“I never -- hahaha -- never stand down- hihi -- downwind from you for a reason!”

It probably wasn’t all that hilarious. But then again it was late and he had had a few cocktails already, so anything could be funny at this point. Hiccup clutched at his sides as they roared with laughter. They held on to each other to stay upright. It really didn’t help when Hiccup fashioned a hula-skirt from a tea towel and started to do the hula-dance like Timon. Jack fell over, nearly taking a tray of cookies with him. They were wheezing when the oven bleeped the next batch was done.

“You dork.”

“Hakuna Matata.”

And there they went again. It was nothing short of a miracle they didn’t let those cookies burn.

Their temporary burst of energy didn’t last forever though. Another batch was in the oven, and wrapping was all ‘wrapped up’. Hahaha. Ha.

They were dead. They crashed on the couch together. As soon as they were comfortable, Hiccup put his head on Jack’s shoulder and closed his eyes.

“I love you.”

“I’m glad you still do.”

Hiccup wanted to reply again, but talking was just… so much effort. While simply thinking a reply and keeping your mouth closed was so much easier. Just like keeping your eyes shut was so much nicer than forcing them open again. Maybe just a little nap. The oven would wake them up again.

The oven did not wake them up again.

The fire alarm did.

WHIIIOOOOO WHIIIIOOOOO

“Holy shit!” Hiccup shot upright, instantly wide awake. He ran to the kitchen with a slightly groggy Jack on his heels. There was smoke coming from the oven. Hiccup opened it and was forced to step back, coughing. Black smoke filled the kitchen and he rushed to open a window. Meanwhile, Jack shut up the fire alarm.

“What’s going on?” A sleepy voice said from the doorway. Emma was standing there with her cuddle-bunny.

“We had an accident,” Jack explained, picking her up.

“Are the cookies all right?”

Hiccup retrieved a black baking tray from the oven.

“It’s all right. Lets go back to bed.”

When Emma was asleep again, they decided to take turns on the couch if they wanted a break. That way one of them would always be awake, and prevent this from happening again. Hiccup got the first nap.

The oven time did wake him up. He went to the kitchen, to find Jack taking care of things. Finally, the last batch was done. All the butter and sugar and flour had been converted into sugary goodness. There was only some stuff left to package, but it wasn’t much. Hiccup squinted. Wasn’t there supposed to be one more cupcake on that cooling rack over there? There were only 11, but a tray held 12. Maybe Jack ate one?

Jack took a break while Hiccup finished up in the kitchen, covering everything so cakes and cookies wouldn’t dry out or become soggy respectively. Then he called it a night. They’d package the rest tomorrow. It was already - he looked at the clock - HOLY SHIT! It was 4am! He groaned and trudged to the couch. Jack was sort of half sitting half lying on it. His mouth hung open and he was snoring quietly. Hiccup smiled. Very charming.

He sat down with Jack and snuggled up against him.

“Jaaaack. Beeeeed.”

No response. He shook his arm, being more insistent about going to a surface intended for actual sleeping instead of their couch. But Jack groaned and mumbled ‘no’, and went right back to sleep.

Too tired to argue, Hiccup gave in. Jack’s arm was an excellent pillow too. His hoodie was nice and soft, and even though eh smelled a lot more sugary and flowery than his usual self, it was still nice. Jack was safety and comfort. The white-haired man was usually more vocal about it, but Hiccup really loved him just as much. Pressed close against his boyfriend, he quickly dozed off.

“You guys should marry.”

Hiccup moaned and opened his eyes. His neck and back were about as flexible as two slabs of concrete, and felt just as heavy. Sleeping on the couch in that position? Not his best idea ever.

“Emma? What?”

“Cause you are cute together!”

“She’s right. We are adorable,” Jack mumbled.

“Oh shut up. We need to finish wrapping.” With a groan that would put any eighty-year-old to shame, Hiccup sat upright.

“You got some chocolate on your cheek.” Emma pointed out.

“Oh. Thanks Em.” Hiccup wanted to wipe it off, but Jack beat him to it by licking his face.

“Jack!” The brunet protested.

Emma ran off to the kitchen making ‘ewww’ sounds and both men laughed. “Well. You make breakfast, I’ll finish with the wrappings.”

By the time Emma was ready to be driven to school, all sweet delights were nicely packed up for the drive. Emma was already at the door, bouncing happily, but Jack needed to say goodbye first.

“I’ll come back quickly, I won’t stay the whole time. Mom will be there too.”

“It’s okay. I’m probably gonna nap in bed.”

“First I want to give you this.” Jack went to the fridge and rummaged around in it. Then, he produced a cupcake with a huge, gorgeous rose of icing on it. Resting in the middle of it was a chocolate heart. “Made this for you. While you were asleep.”

“Awww. That’s so sweet! I didn’t know you could do that.”

“Youtube. Took a few tries but hey. Nothing less for my darling dear.”

“Oh please, you’re so sweet it’s making me sick.”

“Also you might want to shower before you go to bed, you’re a mess.”

“Ah that’s more like it.”

“Jaaahaaaack! Come on!” Emma called from the hallway.

“You better go before she sets the cat on you.” Hiccup warned.

The white haired man laughed and kissed him. “K thanks bye.”

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