#and he's the only responsible adult in the fucking tower

[teymars]

PEARLS OF STEEL ⊛

Pairing: adult!neteyam x fem!metkayina reader ⋆

MDNI - 18+ - SMUT UNDER THE CUT!

warnings- smut, minimal plot, dom!neteyam, fluff, neteyam w piercings, oral (m & f receiving), overstim, some praise, tongue piercing (midline), dick piercing (PA), fingering, degradation (minimal), choking, swearing, no use of y/n, aged-up!neteyam.

plot summary- Neteyam has been courting you as of the last few months, since his family arrived at Awa’atlu. From the beginning, you were aware of his tongue ‘piercing’ which he received shortly before meeting you. The metallic ball never really bothered you, he claimed his brother dared him to get it done- which he couldn’t back down to. Eventually when things get heated, you discover his tongue isn’t the only place decorated by pearls of steel. You also discover the many benefits of these accessories. //

notes: this is my first ever fic here so I am open to constructive criticism, I hope you enjoy!

Divider by: Benkeibear 🤍

There was an undeniable tension lingering in the air that separated you from him. Neteyam sat on the floor of your shared marui, tail twitching as he focused on adorning his usual jewelry silently. Your cerulean-gaze simmered into the deep-blue skin of his back, making him subconsciously shift in unease. “Do you really have to leave so early? I’m sure the-” “Sweetheart, you know I have tasks to get through! I’m sorry but I really gotta get going. We will see each other again at dinner, okay?” Neteyam interrupted in a soft tone.

You pouted at the man as he turned to face you. “Don’t look at me like that, baby.” He practically whispered before standing and coming to crouch in-front of you, a faux seriousness on display. Neteyam’s attempt at looking earnest caused you to break into a smile, which he soon matched. His mouth parted open slightly in a grin, giving you a glimpse of his shiny piercing. “please.” You whispered before leaning in, clasping his lips in a soft kiss.

Neteyam groaned quietly against your lips. Unable to resist the temptation of your advances, he pressed you slowly back onto the sleeping-mat. Soon your mouths parted in practiced unison, allowing your tongues to intertwine in a fight for dominance. The slightly cooler metal of his piercing rubbed smoothly against your tongue, feeling as though it came from every angle. Lust seeped from your core like the sweat between his heated body and yours. Neteyam pulled apart slightly, taking a moment to breathe. “We should-” “no, no please.. Teyam!” This time you were interrupting him, followed by an attempt at interlocking your swollen lips again.

Without a word, the man backed away from the encapsulating heat of your mouth. He began sucking wet kisses along your neck and collarbone, the steel pearl of his tongue grinding softly into your skin. Things typically never escalated this far between you two, although you definitely weren’t complaining. His open-mouthed kisses reached your chest and he paused all movement. “Is this okay, sweetheart?” He whispered in question while gripping a tassel on your woven top. You nodded frantically before arching your back so he could access the knot of your clothing. Within mere moments the top was tossed out of sight and mind, leaving you bare in-front of his increasingly lustful gaze. “So, so beautiful..” he cooed, causing your cheeks to heat up rapidly.

Neteyam began to suck and lick lightly over one of your tits, allowing his piercing to roll against your hard nipple. These actions had you gasping and arching deliciously beneath his towering form. In response to a particularly sensitive lick, you grasped his braids tightly between your fingers and yanked his head. Neteyam glared up at you. “You’re such a brat sometimes, you know? Always so fucking needy.” His smooth voice lowered as his hot breath fanned over your chest. A whine curled from your throat as he continued the same ministration on your tits. “ahhsh, cold!” You seethed, only to be ignored as his focus remained on your body. “You like this, don’t you?” Neteyam accentuated his assumption with continuous rolls of his pierced tongue against your skin, slowly trailing down your torso and past your navel. All you could do was nod frantically at him, trying to contain an itching moan.

“You’re so wet for me already, baby.” He observed as your pheromones penetrated his senses and your loincloth continued to soak up some of your arousal. “Fuck it.” Without further elaboration, he began to untie your loincloth. Only briefly did he gaze into your hazy blues in search of confirmation. Satisfied by your approving glance, your clothing was now completely discarded. Neteyam soon removed his own loincloth for fear his painful erection would ruin it anyways.

The warrior gazed at your slick coated cunt with complete admiration flooding his golden hues. “Shit, look at you all pretty and spread out for me.” He murmured. “Be a good girl, baby. let me take care of you, okay?” Another heat driven nod from you initiated his continuation, as he began to press warm kisses to your inner thighs. “Neteyam? I need you, here..” you gestured. His ears perked at your sudden announcement, his cock throbbing with desire as he registered your words. “You’re such a whore for me, aren’t you?” Neteyam questioned rhetorically. “Be patient.” He cooed, now rubbing circles into your thighs as his chin lowered until his nose pressed into your mound. Neteyam’s tongue shot out briefly in a kitten-lick, testing the waters and gauging your reaction as the tip smoothed over your pulsing clit. You shuddered at the fleeting sensation before being thrown into an ocean of tingling feels. Neteyam proceeded to lick a wet stripe through your folds, up to your clit before sucking down on it lightly. “You taste soo good, holy shit.” He mumbled.

Within seconds your hand had clasped into his braids again, urging him to keep going. The man groaned against your pussy, sending vibrations through your system like a domino effect. It was then that you felt the cold sting of a familiar bead rolling across your aching clit. “Fuck!” You gritted out as jolts of pleasure shot like lightning through your body. This sensation was shortly followed by his long, thick fingers prodding against your entrance. “You’re gonna take my fingers so well, aren’t you, Tìyawn?” Neteyam taunted as he pressed one finger into you firmly, quickly returning his mouth to your clit. He was obsessed with the way your body reacted to his mouth, particularly his piercing. He got to work thrusting his finger slowly into your heat, then adding another. He then curled them tightly into your sweet spot as his piercing inflicted buzz after buzz to your clit.

All these new feelings overwhelmed you quickly, a tight knot formed in your stomach that bubbled and fizzed with energy. “Wait! I think-” Before Neteyam could even process your words, the knot snapped and a shrill moan broke past your lips. Your release flooded around his fingers like a raging river as you clenched onto him hard and convulsions overtook your spent frame. “That’s it, slut. Cum all over my fucking fingers.” Neteyam growled while still proceeding with his thrusts into your drenched cunt. He wasn’t shocked in the slightest by your abrupt release, he only continued to push you past the brink of a second orgasm.

“Teyam, I can’t-”

“Mawey, you will.”

“Please! It’s too much..”

“Ma Yawne, you should have thought about that before getting all needy. Now you can take all that I give you.”

Neteyam’s fingers increased to a bruising pace inside of you, his mouth returning to lick through your folds. He thoroughly enjoyed the flavors of your release on his tongue, drinking it up like he would become severely dehydrated if he stopped. The painful twitching of his cock began to become a problem though as his desperation for release had risen drastically. Despite this, he continued pumping you with vigor until the familiar clenching around his fingers resurfaced. You moaned loudly as a second release shook through your core, falling off the cliff into overstimulation. He groaned happily against you, enjoying his meal. You lay there for a moment, catching your breath and recovering from the sensitivity enough so that you could focus on his next movements.

Slowly, the man removed his fingers from your abused hole and stood tall, gazing down at your fucked-out expression with eyes matching that of a starving Palulukan. He held your eye contact, soundlessly sucking his soaked fingers clean followed by flexing a smirk. Only then did you gain the confidence and strength to look away, partly in embarrassment, just for your stare to fall upon his dick. It stood tall and rigid, matching his skin colour apart from its dark purple tip. You were completely awestruck by his size and beauty. At first, not even noticing the very familiar steel-pearl adorned on his leaking tip. “You have one there too??” You whispered hoarsely, questioning the obvious, while also observing the way beads of precum shimmered on it- as he had never mentioned it before. “Yea I do, that was also part of the dare, I regret it though.” He spoke with a slight grit behind his words, clearly growing impatient despite basking in the light of your curious face gazing almost innocently at him. You cocked a hairless-brow at his words. “It was a stupid bet and I don’t want to be constantly reminded of my foolishness, the tongue piercing isn’t so bad but this one, I plan to get it removed.” He explained, cupping your cheek in his large hand. You simply nodded, trying to understand his issue despite your clouded mind.

His confession soon left an idea coursing through your foggy brain. Smirking, you reached forward and gripped what you could of his shaft between your curled fingers. Neteyam grunted in satisfaction at the new feeling, observing the way your small hand ran up and down his shaft painstakingly slow. His breath completely hitched as your thumb teasingly danced over his tip, pinching against the ball of his piercing in order to collect some of his pre. The man’s hips stuttered forward abruptly, chasing the overwhelming sensation as if he would die without it. “Shit! stop doing that, love.” He spoke slowly in a low tone, sounding more like a threat than a request. You rubbed your aching thighs together, attempting to diminish some nerves. This only made you whimper quietly as the overstimulation came back to the forefront, hitting you with the force of an Akula.

Deciding to ignore any further feelings of doubt and sensitivity, you took his cock and licked a long stripe underneath from base to tip. Neteyam let a moan slip past his lips at the sensation, his veins pulsing beneath your hot tongue. You then curled your wet muscle over his head, sucking at it and flicking the piercing lightly. The most guttural moan escaped his throat as his head lolled backwards in ecstasy, moments later his hand was wrapped tightly in your hair. He lost some control, snapping his hips fast towards your face. You gagged loudly as his cock rammed into the back of your throat harshly, causing tears to form in your murky eyes. “Fuck—shit! I’m sorry..” Neteyam whimpered out as his hips continued fucking into your constricting throat. “So good, sooo fucking tight! Haah!” The man babbled as his thrusts fell into a rhythm, causing you to choke loudly on his length. “I warned you- not to..” He paused. Feeling his piercing rolling into the back of your throat was driving him to the edge, fast. “Eywa, I’m close..”

You attempted to hollow out your cheeks only to be interrupted as he pulls out, giving you a chance to breathe again. Neteyam began fisting his cock eagerly in-front of your face, grunting loudly as he twitched with the need for release. “Where do you want it?” He asked abruptly, though it didn’t take long for you to decide. “I want to swallow it..” You said with mustered confidence, reopening your mouth as his hot release began shooting right onto your tongue. “fuck, fuck, fuuuck! cumming- I’m cumming!” He rambled as his orgasm continued to spill onto your face, into your mouth and drip down your chin. You swallowed eagerly and the sight only increased his satisfaction. After a while, the two of you finally pulled some air back into your lungs. He proceeded to wipe the excess cum from your soft face with a spare cloth.

“damn baby, that was fucking amazing-” Neteyam spoke softly while kneeling down in-front of you again, feeling completely relieved. He then took in your half lidded, completely exhausted face. “Shit! Yawne, I’m so sorry, did I hurt you?” You shook your head, smiling at him before collapsing onto the sleeping-mat. He was content with your response. Wishing to thank you for it all, Neteyam was quick to lean down between your parted legs again. His only intention being to eat you out until he couldn’t feel his tongue anymore. You were far too tired to stop him, let alone mind it.

“Maybe you should keep the piercing after all, hmm?” You whispered, earning a cheeky smile from Neteyam. “Maybe, Paskalin.”

For anybody who wants to know how he got the piercings, ask Norm.

And that’s it, idk if I would ever do a pt.2 but I hope whoever reads this found it enjoyable :)

Edit: thank you so much for the likes, comments, follows and reblogs! I really appreciate it and I’m glad you guys enjoyed my fic, more coming soon! Please feel free to send me suggestions. I LOVE YOU ALL !!🥰💕🤍

[ifqtalstories]

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 - 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warnings: degradation, choking, slapping, bondage, spanking, rough s3x, etc.

A/N: This is my first smut story in a very long time, I'm not used to writing stories but I hope you enjoy this! Also reader is an adult and doesn't have a gender since I made this for all genders! MINORS DNI!

William had always been interested in one specific employee and that was you. He was not someone who openly showed his feelings, so he kept any emotions he may have had to himself. Little did William know, you had been hiding a crush on him for quite some time. As William began to pay closer attention to you, he eventually uncovered the hidden affection you held towards him

After Fredbear's Family Diner had closed for the day, William sat in his office sorting through paperwork and designing blueprints of 4 new animatronics - Freddy, Chica, Bonnie, and Foxy. As he worked, the ticking of the clock only added to his stress levels. He took a drag from his cigarette, relishing in the burning sensation in his throat before releasing a cloud of smoke into the room. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Assuming it was his best friend and business partner Henry Emily, William remained seated and didn't bother to answer the door. "What now, come in and don't waste my fucking time." He said gruffly. The door creaked open, but William didn't bother glancing up until he heard a voice that wasn't Henry's. William glanced up and saw his favorite employee, a small smile formed on his face. "Ah, it's you. Close the door behind you and have a seat."

For nearly 15 minutes, you and William sat across from each other, engaged in conversation. Without any warning, he suddenly stood up and walked around the desk, towering over you. With a firm grip, he grasped your chin before forcefully pressing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. You initially stiffened but soon melted into the embrace, letting out a soft moan as you held onto his shoulders tightly. William groaned in response and lifted you up, pressing you against the wall as the kissing became more intense. After several minutes, you both finally parted with heavy breaths. A thin string of saliva connected both your mouths, and he leaned his forehead with yours in an attempt to calm down. With desire still evident in his eyes, William held you against the wall, not wanting to let go just yet.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to do this to you when I first hired you here... fuck you drive me wild, doll...~" William growled, his voice dripping with a mixture of desire and satisfaction. He began planting kisses and bites on your exposed neck, relishing in the sounds of your moans. With a sudden move, William picked you up and threw you onto his desk, scattering everything that was on it to the floor. He ripped open your uniform top, buttons flying everywhere and exposing your chest. His hands explored your body, tracing every curve and dip before he leaned down and peppered kisses along your stomach, stopping just short of the waistband. With a firm hold, he tugged your pants and underwear down, leaving you completely vulnerable and exposed in front of him.

"You're such a naughty slut, you know that doll? Driving me fucking insane with your stares and the swaying of your hips... you knew what you were doing, didn't you you little tease? You knew you were riling me up, making it impossible to keep my fucking hands to myself..." William let out a low, growl before deciding to remove his clothing. As he undressed, his erect cock sprang free, hard and ready "This is how hard you made me, bloody hell I feel like I could drill a hole in the wall from how fucking hard I am..." He grabbed his tie and tied your wrists together with it.

He wanted to take his time, so he applied some lube onto his fingers before preparing you. He inserted his fingers at a steady pace, eliciting moans and gasps from you. "P-please sir... I need you, please..~" You moaned in pleasure as a smirk appeared on William's face. He pulled his fingers out before grabbing some lube and coating his cock. He positioned himself at your entrance, ready to continue the intimate encounter.

"You ready, bunny?~" Before proceeding, he wanted to confirm your readiness. You nodded and gave the signal for William to continue. With a grin, he slowly entered you, letting out a low groan of satisfaction. "Mmh fuck, you're so tight... relax and breathe for me, yeah?~" He whispered before pushing himself deeper until he was fully inside you. William held still for a few moments, allowing you to adjust to his size. Once you seemed comfortable, he began moving slowly, giving you time to get used to him as the initial pain turned into pleasure for you, "Ah, please sir... faster..~" You begged. William's eyes darkened with desire as he picked up the pace, eliciting more gasps, whimpers, and moans from you. Luckily, everyone including Henry went home after closing time and William was grateful for the privacy with his favorite employee.

Several minutes had gone by, and William was panting heavily as he aggressively ravished you on his desk. The desk shook with each thrust. Your moans and cries only fueled his desire. "Yeah that's it darling, scream for me." A low growl escaped from his lips as he gripped your throat, restricting your airflow but not enough to render you unconscious. He maintained a steady gaze into your eyes, his silver orbs locked onto your own.

"Keep your eyes on me, bunny... You want that raise, don't you?" He whispered huskily in your ear before nibbling on your earlobe. The sight of his cock going in and out of you was driving him wild; his control slipping with each movement. "Fuck it... I'm not holding back anymore. You're going to take my cock as hard as I want to give it to you, do you understand?" He slapped you across the face, eliciting a yelp from you. He knew you enjoyed the mix of pleasure and pain he was giving you. "I knew from day one that you wanted my cock deep inside you. Such a fucking whore." He aimed for your sweet spot inside you, causing you to scream in ecstasy and see stars. With a wicked grin, William repeatedly hit that spot over and over again. "There it is, slut...I found it..." He maintained his unrelenting pace as you moaned and squirmed like a slut beneath him.

William let out a growl and gave you a sharp smack on the ass, panting heavily as the tightness around his cock intensified. He could feel himself nearing the edge, sweat dripping down his body and his breathing becoming more ragged. With each thrust, he got closer to reaching climax, sensing that you were also close. William looked down at you, enjoying your expression, "P-please.. Mr. A-Afton... I need to c-cum, p-please... I c-can't hold it in anymore.. please.." You begged as you had tears in your eyes from the intense mix of pain and pleasure. William growled in response. "Not yet, love. Hold it until I say so. I'm almost there," he rasped, his thrusts became harder and faster, driving you and himself closer to the edge. Finally he reached his peak with a loud groan. "Now," he commanded, giving you permission to cum.

At the perfect moment, you let out a scream and reached your peak as your body trembled with intense pleasure. Meanwhile, William continued his forceful thrusts until he slammed in one last time and released with a loud roar, filling you with his seed. He grunted and continued to move until his high faded, then stopped completely and breathed heavily in exhaustion.

"Holy fucking shit.." He said breathlessly, he stayed inside you for a few minutes until he calmed down his breathing and pulled out slowly, observing his essence drip out of you with a small laugh. He untied your wrists, letting them free, "Mmmm you did very well, rabbit. You definitely deserve that raise... and a promotion as well. You'll be my personal assistant from now on, especially outside of work.." He smirked before he tucked his softened cock back in his pants and fixed his appearance and clothing before he gave a soft kiss to your forehead. He gently pulled you onto his lap, both of you relaxing after the intense session you both had.

[matchadobo]

KIDD; babysitter

wc: 3462 summary: reuniting with the kid you're babysitting after nine years certainly went the way you didn't expect it to warning/s: nsfw, fem reader, p0rnp0rnp0rn, cute little kidd, actual s3x happens proceed with caution, faces1tting, p in v, no grooming don't worry they're all wholesome when kids during adults is spicy tho 😳

you used to babysit this little redhead when you were sixteen and he was nine. he always had this prominent scowl that contorted the serenity on his face. he had the palest skin you've ever seen, well at least back then, you haven't encountered anyone with the degree higher than that of his. he had the richest red in his hair, thick curls hanging at the sides of his chubby cheeks.

he wasn't a rowdy, loud kid. he was a mean fucking kid, but somehow, you two can get along in the long run. maybe it's because you weren't one to discipline him and just let him do his shit, only cleaning up if his parents would be close to come home.

but what pisses you off the most though is how he always comes home being the dirtiest rugrat on the neighborhood. what's weird about it is he doesn't even roll on the muddy roads nor play with other children, them children always says he was very mean to them. he always had a wrench in one hand a contraption he made in the other, it's one of the times where he voluntarily comes to you to show off the said contraption. you'd have the responsibility to clean him up in the bath afterward, begrudgingly.

it lasted only when you were eighteen, school was getting hectic and he was gradually growing up to not need a sitter. you two developed a bizarre relationship of unanimous silence and stay-in-your-business shit to have gone for two years. but what you've noticed in your second year is that he had grown distant; he avoided your eyes, he gets shy when you ask him about his 'contraption', he doesn't meet you as a rugrat no more, and he actually does the chores you mostly do. maybe he really is growing up, not really needing a sitter.

you buried those memories at the back of your head, nine years have passed and now you're on a stable business on your flower shop. the reason this surfaced from your memory is when you saw the owner of the new tattoo parlor that had been built just a week ago. he had the same rich shade of red for his curly, voluminous locks and somewhat rivaled the skin color of the kid you were babysitting. you normally don't pay him any mind, business is too busy. that is until, he visited your shop, seemingly buying something for his girlfriend.

"there any chance i could get somethin' more than a bouquet?" he raised a brow, leaning by the counter to get to your level while you count his change.

"sure, anything else you want, sir?" you smiled, returning his change. you could see the shift in the glint in his eyes when your fingers touched.

"a chance to take you out and give these to you." he gestured for the bouquet of tulips he was clutching on those monstrous biceps. you took a moment to process his statement, blushing intensely afterwards.

"i-i uh... am not really available for those." you avoided his gaze, he towered over you but he feels like he was getting closer. his metallic scent growing pungent.

he took a moment to study you, before sighing. "of course, i'm just across, yeah? stay adorable, mo ghràdh (my love)." he winked, leaving with the bouquet.

you sat down on your chair, knees failing from what just happened. an incredibly hot UNIT just asked you out?! and you were too dumb to refuse?! you had no choice but to forget about it, you weren't really one to date.

few weeks had passed and you seem to have forget about it, you try your best to not glance at the parlor each time the owner is out. you don't know why but something deep in you wants to avoid and refuse anything related to him.

"oh my god, name?!" an old woman who was still radiating despite her age greeted you from the entrance, you took a moment and furrowed your brows. only to recognize the woman who took you in as a sitter nine years ago.

it took a lot of catching up, talking about your life mostly. you two were laughing and sharing stories, until she mentioned her son that fucking owns the tattoo parlor across your shop. the reason why she's here is she wants to give a bouquet to his son, for a successful half year.

your face couldn't muster up the shock that shook you to your core. she had to ask if you were okay. later enough, she was so excited that she planned to have a dinner with her family with you to catch up. well, you were pretty close with them in those two years. it'd be pretty rude to refuse this time.

and that's why you're sitting in this affluent house with high ceilings and shiny floors, across the redhead you remembered as someone so tiny was now bigger than you. the motherfucker never took his eyes off you, eyes that meant something more than curiosity.

"he's waaayy bigger than me, it's crazy!" you replied to the mother, laughing to reduce your uneasiness.

"right?! kidd was so focused on bulking up he's bigger than all of us!" his mother joked, nudging his son.

"that's enough about me, mammy. i'm more curious about name here, mind humorin' us about yourself?" he set his utensils down, clasp his hands, elbows resting on the table, and rested his chin atop his fists as he stared you down.

"hm? you've become so assertive now, kidd. back then, you were quite shy, hm? moreso, mean. have that changed too?" you tried matching up to his forwardness, raising a brow and holding his gaze.

"wanna fuck around and find out?" he cocked a brow, eyes narrowing.

there was silence, it's as if the room dimmed and the only light that radiated was the one between the two of you as you two had a mini staring contest on who'd look away first. you can't help it either, his golden orbs were something else, it's hypnotizing.

"gosh, you two were just like this back then! always having little bickerings!" his mother laughed, shaking you both to reality that you two weren't alone. "i'll let you two catch up, i'll just clean up." you almost begged her to stay, you don't know how to survive a room alone with him.

"hey name, come to the pool with me." he stood up, sauntering across the plutocratic house. you obeyed.

"why? you're inviting me to swim?"

once you've reached the pool place, he turned around, awfully close. "why don't we recreate some memories, yeah?" a grin made its way to his tinted lips. he simultaneously walked backwards to the pool as he unbuttoned the shirt that was way too tight on him.

your heart almost stopped in your chest. you two used to swim together during his birthday, you and a few other homies of his. "kidd... we aren't kids anymore."

by the time you complained, he was already shirtless, a body of a fucking greek god. he was unbuttoning his pants, now only his boxers that highlighted something too fucking distracting saliva was stuck on your throat. "and? can't you fucking swim now?" he teased, snickering. he wasted no time in diving, some of the water splashing on you.

"now i'm all wet, thanks." you sarcastically remarked, flapping your arms to dry off. he resurfaced, hair beautifully slicked back. he ran his hand across his face to dry off some water before shaking his head a bit to dry off his hair. he laughed a little, looking up at you. "well, seems you really have to get in now."

"how is that a reason to swim?" you placed your hands on your waist.

"come here, i'll tell you." he got closer at the edge of the pool, motioning his hand to ask you to get closer.

"i know this trick, eustass! i won't fall for it!" you raised your hands in defense, backing away from the pool.

"not if i drag you here though." he got up from the pool by propelling himself with his arms. body dripping as he ran to you and scooped you up like you weigh nothing. "ain't this nostalgic? you were the one carrying me like a sack back then."

"w-what the fuck?! you're so wet let me down!" you hit his chest, wiggling in his grasp as he gets closer to the pool.

"aye." he dropped you by the pool, shortly joining you afterward.

you both resurfaced, you gasped for air as he got closer to you. "i see you became even more of an asshole." you ran your hand across your face to get rid of some water.

his canines tugged at his lip as he grinned. "and you became even more damn whiny."

you two laughed for a moment, leaning closer. you two stood closer, getting lost in each other's eyes as well as the current of the pool.

"your eyes got more... golden." you mused at him, alternating glances at his orbs. he grinned a little.

"yeah? your smile got brighter too, you know that?" you were about to mutter out an insult but you slipped at the inclined floor towards the deeper part of the pool from the sudden push of the water. if it weren't for kidd pulling you closer by your arm as his other hand fell on your waist under water to pull you faster, you would've drowned.

"f-fucking shit!" you cursed, clinging onto his chest. "g-get me out of here, fuck!" you drummed at his chest and he bursted into laughter.

he abided, walking you to the stairs. he fetched a towel for you, throwing it above your head as he wrapped one around his hips.

"just borrow mammy's clothes, bathroom's on the left." he instructed, rubbing the towel on your head vehemently.

"okay, you can stop fucking with me now, kidd." you moved away from him, cursing out his grin now that he'd ruined your hair.

you did as he said. scanning through the clothes after washing up. you threw on a summer romper and dried your hair with the towel, walking outside to get some water on the kitchen.

as you were about to close the fridge door, you saw kidd was waiting on the other side of the room. "jesus christ, i told you to stop fucking with me!" you stomped on the floor, fists clenched.

he smiled a little, walking towards you. "not my fault you're jumpy."

"no, you just like to fuck with me, that's it."

"not entirely wrong."

"what's the other half?"

"that i do want to fuck you."

you were about to laugh, only to realize the meaning behind his words. you looked at him with the reddest face and the widest eyes. "k-kidd?!"

"yeah? want me to say it again? little closer by your ear, perhaps?" he leaned down closer, scrunching his nose.

you moved away, fanning yourself. "i'm just gonna pretend i didn't hear that-"

he grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer. "hey, that's just being unfair. you heard me loud and clear, bòidheach (beautiful). your face is enough damn reason." he tapped your chin, grinning as he stared at the redness of your cheeks. "and i'm sure you know how i want this to go, hm?"

"n-no kidd, this- we're in your mother's house...!" you looked around, looking for signs of his mother.

"and? i suppose you're aware that this is my house too and i have my room upstairs. kitchen'll do though."

"n-no! what are you talking about?! how the fuck did you reach that point where you wanted to do that with me?" the irritation was evident in your voice but that bastard was enjoying the show.

"well," he placed a hand on the fridge's surface, his biceps flexing and the veins on the crook of his elbow become more prominent, you were so fucking distracted your cheeks we're quite literally on fire. "innocent lil crushes evolve to somethin' more when you put on mini fuckin' skirts and tight fuckin' dresses everyday, it's hard not to look when you're just across the damn street, aye?" he eyed you, focused on the view of your cleavage from above.

"stop gawking at me, you pervert...!" you covered your chest. "i am not sleeping with you, feels weird."

"look, name." he shifted his weight, now crossing his arms. he didn't miss the way your eyes focused on how the bulge in his muscles got tighter and bigger. "it seems that you've got the idea that i'm still the little boy that you used to take care of, yeah? lemme do somethin' about that, m'eudail (darling)." his gaze darkened, his hands brushed by your arms before it finally settled on your shoulders.

there was silence. he had that cocky smirk while you pressed your lips together, trying to contain yourself from exploding. he cleared his throat, spreading his arms in surrender. "alright, i won't pressure ya. but know that i'll be waitin' in my room, last room on the right corner of the fourth floor." he winked before leaving you, heating up like a goddamn bonfire.

you took a moment before sliding down and sitting yourself down on the floor. it seems so fucking enticing, he seems so fucking enticing. the way you always catch his golden eyes that was highlighted by that beautiful red fucking locks almost undressed you, the way his toned fucking abdomen peeked from his shirt each time he lifts his arms and you see a hint of that happy trail, and how his thighs looked so goddamn huge on his ripped jeans.

"fucking hell, kidd." you mumbled to yourself, tugging on your locks. it didn't took you long enough to finally come to terms with it. so you gave in. it's just one time, right?

you made your way to the series of floors, passing by family portraits and baby pictures. you giggled to yourself seeing lots of pictures of both of you. soon enough, you reached the tall black door that seemed too conspicous that it indeed belonged to him. you hesitated a little before knocking with shaking fists.

seconds after, he opened the door with his shirt off. you tried your best to not gawk at how built this man is. he leaned an arm on the door that was halfway open, a knowing smirk on his lips as he eyed you up and down once more.

"i know what you're going to say, but i will only agree for one. fucking. time." you gritted your teeth, getting closer and raising your index finger at him. he nodded like an asshole, smile never faltering.

he placed his hand on the upper door frame, simultaneously leaning down closer to you while holding your gaze. "sure, cupcake. let's see how long you can hold your tongue."

you narrowed your gaze and there was a little staring contest between the two of you. he moved a little when he saw you trying to squeeze yourself inside, laughing at how cute you are. once you were walking inside he spoke, "why the change of heart?" he shut the door, flicking the lock.

you took a look around his room, it was mostly dark and reds, of course. littered with band posters and a spray painted wall that seemed to be an original art by him. red led lights wrote his name at the top of his black, tufted headboard. "prove me wrong about earlier, i guess."

he got closer, arms gently prying your crossed arms off, and landing on the buttons of your dress. "right, let's get into it, yeah?"

once he unbuttoned all of it and you let him, you stood there as his hands rested on either sides of your bare waist. his hands were cold. you linked foreheads as you exchanged deep breaths from the contact. "your hands are cold." you muttered, his metallic perfume clouding your senses. "and you're fuckin' sweatin', princess." he complained at the small beads of sweat on your lower back.

his hands roamed down your cheeks, squeezing both with much fervor before giving it a smack. you flinched, hands landing on his chest. "asshole." he cocked a grin at your remark, squeezing tighter to pull your hips closer.

your hands roam the span of his chest, across his shoulders, and up to his neck. your fingers traced the edges of his face, up to his tinted lips. soon enough, he licked the tip of your fingers before biting the skin a little. "come here, give me a kiss. i know you wanna." he growled, hands traversing to where your bra clips where.

you ignored him but complied, pulling him down to your level and colliding your lips with his. boy, was it the wildest kiss you've ever experienced. he immediately slid his tongue inside, taking control of your mouth. he smiled through the kiss before biting your lower lip when he felt you hitching a breath and wrapping your arms around his neck. he swiftly carried you by your bum and wrapped your legs around his waist.

it didn't take long enough for both of all of your clothes to be on the floor and now you two are hungrily making out on his bed. you sat on top of his lap while he sat like a fucking king on his bed, leaning by the headboard as he played with your ass until it's red. he relishes on how your folds periodically rub across his length, how your tits bounced on his neck and chest, and how warm and good your body feels when he hugs it.

"sit on my face." he ordered, muttering through hot pants and wet kisses. you almost fell on his lap if it weren't for his grip on your hips.

"w-what?" your eyes widened and your cheeks flushed, as if you weren't naked with him doing unholy things.

"you heard me, lovely." his eyes darkened, smile growing. "i'll fuckin' drag you here if i have to."

so you did, you weren't sure how to position yourself, it was your first time sitting on someone. so you carried yourself a little, afraid of suffocating him.

"baby," he peeked after giving one languid lick on your crevice. "when i tell you to sit on my face, sit. fucking. down." he pulled your hips down, both hands settled on your thighs as you completely took over his face.

oh, he took his time alright. slurping, sucking, and biting while he bullies your ass. you had to get a hold of the headboard because of how this goddamn animal devours you. "s-slow d-down- fuck!" you almost squealed, pulling on his hair. you felt him smile through your lips.

you were worn out afterward, overstimulated and he haven't even used his length. he gave you kiss on the cheek before pumping his length, "i-i don't think it'll fit..."

he bursted into laughter, "you're too fuckin' adorable, come here." he pulled you closer by the neck. "i'll make sure you'll beg for it later, don't worry."

and the bastard really did make you beg for it. he's got you pinned down between his arms with you back facing him as he rams you from behind. the repeated contact of your skin resounded around the four walls of his room. your chin was buried down his black pillows that scented so much like him it made you go even more crazy, your eyes were rolling at the back of your head as you utter out slurred curse words, drunk on his dick. he was fucking prying your walls open. his length was too girthy and huge. he always makes it a mission to reach your cervix with each thrust. you fisted the sheets, going crazy with each movement of his hips.

he leaned down and bit on your shoulder before licking on your ear. "enjoying yourself a little too much? you're way too fuckin' loud there, not that i'm complainin'. just hold on a little, i'm close." he gave the top of your head a kiss before returning back to his position, raising your ass up to have a sturdy grip and a harder thrust.

"i-i'm cumming," you slurred between your moans, toes curling and thighs shivering. and not too long after, you both came in unison, panting and whining against each other as he leaned his forehead on your shoulder.

"still a little boy?"

"shut the fuck up, you came all over me."

"why don't we clean up like you used to do to me, yeah?"

"you'll fuck me again in the bath, i'd rather not."

feeding y'all :>

[msfcatlover]

Duke in the Reverse!Robins AU be like…

”Eldest daughter syndrome? What eldest daughter syndrome? Nah, just because I’m the oldest does not mean I have eldest daughter syndrome. Sure, I’ve had to mediate between Damian & Bruce, or Steph & Bruce, or help certain Titans find a middle ground, but that’s just being a good leader. And yeah, I’m protective of the younger kids, but that’s just what any responsible adult in my position would do.”

*finds out one of the members of his team has such bad civilian trauma they need to straight-up quit hero work*

“Oh shit… I fucked this up. I was too focused on my own problems, how the fuck did I miss this? Okay, okay. I was already burning out trying to juggle being Gotham’s only daytime hero and single-handedly leading the Titans. I need to pick one. And find some way to make it up to Grant. Jesus fuck, how did I miss this…”

*Tim becomes Cass’s apprentice. Steph & Cass start arguing more often. Steph has her biggest fight with Bruce yet. Steph goes missing.*

*Steph dies*

“After that fight with Bruce, no one backed her up. She didn’t know anyone was supporting her. She died thinking none of us were on her side. If any one of us had actively taken her side, instead of getting distracted with our own messes, maybe this wouldn't have happened. Oh, but am I really expecting Damian or Bruce to be intelligent about feelings? Am I really expecting tact from Cass? I know them too well; it should’ve been me, shouldn’t it? I can’t believe I managed to fuck up worse than I did with Grant…”

*Luna gets taken away*

“Look at what you’ve done, Bruce! Look what you’ve fucking done! You’re tearing this family apart! We all promised to look out for her if anything happened to Steph, and you’re just going to force every single one of us to break those promises?! You’re going to rip away the last piece of Steph we had?!? Look at Dami & Cass! Look at them! You did this!”

*finds out Damian’s training for Tim to be Shadow uses all the LoA techniques he refused to use for Steph, making it borderline-through-outright abusive, almost certainly to try to drive Tim off by making him too miserable to continue*

“I. I can’t fucking believe this. I can’t… I can’t believe it took me so long to realize. Damian, nobody is happy about this, but fuck you. I thought you were trying to be better, you absolute fucking asshole! And I… I don’t even have the excuse of not knowing half of the involved parties this time, or being away, or too busy, I was just looking away because I didn’t want to think about Tim taking Steph’s mantle. I should’ve fucking stopped this the first time Tim came back from Bludhaven. God fucking dammit, how do I keep failing the kids in my care in the same fucking way, over & over again?!”

*was all the way at the other end of the room & looking in the wrong direction to have enough forewarning to actually save Tim from being shot*

“I… I… I… I’m literally the only person who could’ve fucking stopped this. I have all the training, all the abilities, but I went to refill my punch glass, and now Timmy might never walk again. I mean, absolutely blame the asshole who pulled the trigger, but Tim & I were in the same fucking room. Who would even put a hit out on Tim Wayne? There’s no way Tim doesn’t know who’s behind this, but he won’t tell me because he doesn’t trust me, because of course he doesn’t! Look at my track record! When it matters most, I let down the people I love. My parents, Grant, Steph, Tim…”

*Jason becomes Shadow.*

*The Tower fight happens.*

*Jason gets kidnapped by the Joker.*

*Bruce “dies,” and Jason runs away to have the Red Robin arc.*

*Dick only begrudgingly puts up with Duke because Duke’s rather overbearing expressions of protectiveness support are not meshing well with Dick’s “stuck on anger til I personally catch my parents’ murderer” issue*

“…If anyone needs me, I’ll be screaming in the closet.”

[mushies-stories]

Bucky: Daddy's gift and then some

SMUT 18+!

Stepdad Bucky X F!Reader

summary: your home for spring break and moms away. Bucky has a toy and a new idea. its smut, like that's it really. porn and a drop of plot.

Warnings: smut, anal sex, toys, double penetration. pet names, creampie.

word count: 2910

Smut bellow

His sweet girl was home for spring break and thankfully his wife, her mother, was called away on a business trip and would be gone for over half of it, only being home for the first few days before she was off, and he would have the rest of his time to spend with you. His sweet stepdaughter who just loved to make him happy. 

“Have a safe trip dear.” Bucky kissed your mother on the cheek before closing the cab door. You waved from the sidewalk with a smile, wishing her luck before the cab pulled off and she was gone. You headed inside and in an instant Bucky’s hands were on your hips. Pulling your back to his chest. “Bucky, she just left.” you giggles, hearing bucky kick the door shut. 

He leaned down and spoke low and in your ear. “Bucky? That’s who I am now huh? College turned you into a big girl, did it?” he teased, gripping your hips tighter and pulling you even closer. 

He always did this, teased you until you gave in and were a moaning mess for him in minutes. Not today, you wanted to make him work for it. “Well I am getting older, I don't think an adult should call their step dad, daddy.” you stated matter-of-factly. 

A hand slowly traveled up and slipped into the thin fabric of your tank top, sliding it up as his hand made its way to cup your breast. “Oh is that so? Well I guess if you're such a big girl you wouldn't want daddy's little gift.” he teased, now sliding your tank over your head as he towers behind you. 

Your breath hitched as the air hit your stomach, now in only your lacy baby pink bra and your much too short jean shorts. “What gift?” you asked, looking back at him with doe eyes, an innocent look that always made Bucky’s cock twitch. 

A smirk played at his lips as he looked down at you, attempting to distract him. “Sorry, it’s only for daddy’s good girl. But if you remember who i am then i'll gladly give it to me sweet girl.” he said, undoing your bra and watching it fall to the ground at your feet. He brought his hands up to squeeze your breasts before focusing on your nipples, pinching and twisting softly. He loved watching your nipples harden at his touch. He noticed your head fall back onto his chest and your thighs began to rub together. With no response however he pulled away completely and took a step back, away from you. 

You turned and glared at him. He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. He rolled his eyes and closed the space between you, looking down at your pouting face. “Sweet girl, do you want me to fuck you, fill you up and make you feel good? Have you a dripping moaning mess on my cock?” he asked, raising one brow. 

You almost choked on a moan at his words. Your face felt like it was on fire, your panties soaked already. You looked up at him through thick lashes and nodded your head softly.  

Shaking his head he brought a hand up to softly grip your chin, thumb running along your bottom lip. “Words sweetheart, tell me who you want to fuck you, who you need to make you feel good.” he commanded. 

You felt your legs weaken at his dominance, looking into his steel eyes made you want to completely give yourself over. “Yes, please…daddy I want the gift.” he spoke softly, face covered in a deep blush. He always broke you, his dirty words and burning touch. 

With a smirk he nodded to your bedroom. “Look in your nightstand, small black box.” he said before releasing his grip on your chin. “I'll be there in a minute.” he instructed, heading to the bedroom he shared with your mom. 

You made it to the nightstand and found a small black box. Instead of what could have been a sparkling bracelet was a small bullet shaped device. You looked at it and weren't sure what exactly it was but new it was some kind of toy. You sat on your bed inspecting the device until Bucky was entering the room with a small bottle of lube and a small remote. 

“What's that for?” you asked, heading tilting in confusion, you never needed lube before. He set them down near the edge of the bed. 

He gave you a gentle smile. “I'm going to make you feel good, Babygirl. Now, I want your ass up so come here and bed over the bed please.” he gave you another instruction that you willingly followed. Leaving the small box with the device on the bed you came to bend over the end of the bed, shorts and panties the only thing left on your body. You watched him from over your shoulder as he slowly slid your shorts and panties over your ass and down your thighs, you kicked them to the side and. He smiled to himself when he saw just how wet you were for him. Crouching to one knee he slid his tongue through your folds, tasting you briefly before standing back up and walking to the side of the bed for the device. Enjoying the small sound of a whimper escapes you at his action. 

“Buck- Daddy, I mean…” you said shyly, not wanting to get in trouble just yet. You had a few days to play with your stepdad after all. “What is that?”

He smiled at you before returning to stand behind your now naked body. He grabbed the small remote and clicked a button and a faint buzz came from the small device. Your brows raised in surprised delight. He brought it to your clit and chuckled as your hips jerked forward, not ready for the intense feeling. “We're going to have a lot of fun with this little toy but for today I want to keep it… simple.” he gave you a small smirk as he brought a hand down to hold your hips in place so he could bring the toy back to your clit, teasing the sensitive nub. “Do you want me to make you feel good, sweet girl?”

You shook your head and begged him with pleading eyes to do something. He shook his head and continued to draw small light circles, barely touching you but enough to send shock of need through you. “Words babygirl.” he commanded.

“Please, daddy put it in.” you asked so breathlessly sweet, cheeks rosy and eyes half lidded. He knew how to make you squirm. 

Nodding in approval he slowly slid the toy through your folds and pushed it slowly into your tight pussy until the base plugged you up. You moaned as it entered you, back arching into nothing as your pussy fluttered at the new feeling. “Like that baby? Is my girl enjoying her toy?” he asked, watching as you struggled to keep your eyes from closing.

You nodded and a small smile graced your lips. “Yes, yes daddy it feels so good.” you confessed. Your pussy was throbbing and slowly starting to tighten as the vibrating continued. “So good, gunna..” you trailed off as an intense wave hit you, but before you could completely come undone the toy shut off and your legs almost gave out from the loss of the sensation. 

“Daddy why?” you asked, looking back at Bucky who was holding the little remote with a wide smirk on his face.

He leaned over your naked body, hard clothed cock pressed against your soaked pussy. “That's not all the fun I have planned, baby, but I need you to feel nice and ready for me okay?” he spoke as he kissed your shoulder. Taking another step back he shed himself of his shirt, tossing it with your shirts. He kneels behind you, face lined with your dripping core. “Now be a good girl and stay still for me.”

He kissed the inside of your thigh and trailed up to your right asscheek, biting it softly. He brought both hands to your ass and spread your cheeks, you gasped and wiggled your hips. His tongue came out to lick around your puckered hole, teasing it with soft flicks of his tongue before poking his tongue in and out a few times. “Daddy… that's my butt.” you said, fully embarrassed about him giving that part of your body attention. You hid your face in your shoulder as he continued to lick and probe your tight hole with his skilled tongue. You pussy fluttered around the toy that was waiting in your core. 

He pulled away and hummed. Standing he grabbed the bottle of lube and opened the cap “do you want to feel my cum Babygirl? You know I can't risk cumming in your sweet pussy but your ass can take me, I can watch myself leaking out of your little hole.” he spoke low, voice filled with lust as he tipped the bottle and drizzled the lube on your ass. He watched it run down to your little hole before he began rubbing it around, messaging you and slowly inching one finger into you.

You let out a sharp gasp, trying to relax into his touch. His words make you hot, the thought of being filled with his cum made your mind go blank as he added another finger, stretching you even more. When you let out a noise of discomfort he turned the little bullet on a low setting.

You began moaning as his fingers worked inside of you, scissoring and pumping into you, stretching you out.

A third finger had you gasping and whimpering while the bullet set shocking waves of pleasure to the discomfort you were feeling from behind. Your breathing became labored and your knees began to shake, on the brink of orgasim. “Daddy, fuck.” you breathed out. Then simultaneously his fingers slipped out of your puckered hole and the vibrating stopped. You gasped and a choked moan died in your throat. “Whyy, daddyy.” you whined, looking back to see bucky was looking at your dripping pussy and ass with dark lust filled eyes. 

His eyes flickered to you and he smiled softly. “On the bed Babygirl, legs open.” he ordered. You obeyed and crawled onto the bed and layed down, knees up and legs sprawled wide open. Undoing his belt and pants he let them fall to the ground before coming to crawl over you. Grabbing the bottle again he drizzled more lube onto his cock. Discarding the bottle he lathered it around as he fisted himself a few times. Looking at your body as you lay waiting for him. “Ready princess? Daddys going to make you feel so full, okay?” he asked but not really, knowing his girl so well you’ll do it just for him. 

You nodded and raised your hips a little, allowing him to hoist your thighs onto his a little so he had better access to your ass. Holding onto your hips to keep you still he pressed the tip to your hole and pushed in slowly. Your brows knitted together as he only managed to get past the tip before you let out a gasp and a sound of pain. “Oww, daddy it hurts.” you told him, holding into the sheet beside you. 

“I know baby, you can do it. Relax for me.” Bucky attempted to sooth you as he continued to sink into you at an agonizing slow pace. He was struggling to not ram his cock into your tight ass, it was gripping him too hard he could almost bust right there.

You whimpered and gasped. “Too big, daddy it won't fit.” you continued to whine. 

He pushed in another inch and brought hand up to caress your cheek. “Do you want your toy baby? Need some help?” he asked. You looked at him with pleading eyes and shook your head. He smiled and nodded his head, grabbing the small remote from the bed and hitting the low setting before returning to hold your hips. Instantly your hips jerked in his hold and a soft moan felt from your lips. “Better?” he asked, sinking in another inch. Bucky’s cock twitched, becoming more sensitive with adding the vibrator. 

You nodded again with a small smile. “Better.” you agreed. Satisfied Bucky pushed the rest of his fat cock into your tiny hole, watching as even with the bullet helping, you still lost your breath and a strangled moan escaped you. He waited, with a firm grip on your hips for you to calm down. Once your breathing was calmer and you looked at him with clearer eyes he slowly began to pull back out only to sink back in. He repeated the motion. back and forth slowly until your face turned into one of pure pleasure. His pace sped up and his hips snapped into you a little rougher.

With the weight of his cock and the bullet nuzzled in your cunt you were falling apart fast. Finally you were asking for more. You needed him to fuck into you, move more and harder. ‘Please daddy more!’ you begged through needy whines. 

Giving you what you need he slams his cock into you as he holds back an almost primal growl. “Fuck baby, look at you, taking me so well.” he grounded, looking down at his cock and how messy your pussy was making the base of his cock with your slick. 

He was pounding into you, holding you still as his cock filled your ass and you cried into him that it was getting to be too much. “Daaady! My ass Aah-aa too full!” you cried. 

Bucky pressed the next setting on the remote that laid on the bed next to your bodies. Choked on a filthy moan, back arching and allowing him to sink just a little further in. He groaned, looking down and his cock that was being squeezed by your tight hole. “Fuck baby, so fucking tight.” he spoke between harsh trusts. “Such a perfect ass, so tight and good for me.” you whimpered at his praises, hands gripping the sheets next to you as his cock hits deep and the vibration makes your cunt pulse. “Gunna fuck my cum into you, fill your ass with it.” Bucky was slowly losing all train of thought, focused on your sweet sounds and your excruciatingly tight ass.

Tears were pricking the corners of your eyes, your pussy leaking as your orgasim aproches. “Daddy-daddy please!” you managed to get out before your breath was stolen by Bucky bringing a hand to rub circling on your clit, thumb rough and fast. 

“Cum for me princess, you can do it.” he grounded, hips never faltering as his hungry eyes took everything about you in. your glistening pussy to your lewd ass that was greedily sucking his cock back in with every thrust. Your legs shook and your eyes were screwed shut, orgasim approching. 

You were a wheemping mess under him as your core flushed around the toy, ass tightening around his thick girth. ‘Daddy’ being the only word you could manage through choked moans While he groaned sweet words of praise.

Bucky was right behind you, ball tightening and cock twitching. He sank down to his elbow around you, your legs hanging over his sides. His cock was buried deep as he unloaded inside of you. His groans hit your eyes as he rutted against your ass, making sure to give you everything he had. 

You could barely catch your breath, feeling over-stimulated and completely stuffed. Your eyes could barely stay open as you looked up Bucky. He leaned in to give a soft kiss to your parted lips. “So good baby, you did so well.” he cooed, hand coming up to stroke your hair. As he reached and turned the bullet off before sliding it out, leaving you with only his cock that was still deep in your ass. “Can you relax for me baby.” he asked, starting to pull his cock out but your little hole clenched and it stopped him with a hiss. “Baby please relax.” he asked, kissing your forehead. 

You nodded and took a breath, letting him slip his soft dick out of you with a string of fluid and lube. “You came so much daddy.” you said dreamily, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you feel is seed slowly leak out of your gaped hole. “I'm so full, it feels so good.”

Bucky chuckled softly. You were cock drunk from having your ass rammed and filled with cum. “I'll make sure to keep filling your perfect little ass then, the next few days your mine.” he said between feather light kisses to your jaw before leaning down and trailing them to the side of your neck. “Would you like that sweet girl? Want me to ruin you, Make you cum over and over?” he asked, nipping your neck. 

You soon realized he wasn't going to let you rest just yet. Finally having you all to himself. You weren't any different, wanting to feel all of him as much as possible, cum on his cock and tongue, suck him till he shoots his load down your throat. You wanted all of it and you were ready.

[frostyblustar]

Undersea Prince Percy x Underworld Prince Nico

(Day 5 of Percico week - Prompts by @percico-nicercy-events )

Art for day 5 here (ties into the drabble woo)

The prince of the underworld domain was handsome.

That was all the prince of the sea could think as his father, the sea king, met with the underworld’s king. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen Nico, but it had been years since the last meeting. The only times where the royal families met were to discuss issues.

The meeting taking place today was utterly boring, and Percy hated being out of the water. He was most comfortable when he could use his tail, but legs were required to traverse land, and to get to the meeting room in the king of the sky’s tower.

After asking to go to the bathroom, he hung out there. The meeting was unimportant to him. He could not be bothered to be responsible and stick around.

“I’m surprised you aren’t smoking in here, or dead, taking such a long time.” He picked up his gaze from the tiled floor to see the underworld prince, who was giving him a smirk. “Didn’t know overworlders could be rebellious.”

Percy grimaced, “I wouldn’t be able to smoke underwater, and the water is my home.”

“Why not live up here? Or down below? On solid ground?” When Percy gave him a blank stare, Nico put his hands up defensively. “I’m genuinely asking! I don’t get told much about life up here.”

“Nothing’s necessarily wrong with land, but water is amazing. It lifts you up, and it pulls you down. You feel weightless… Have you ever gone swimming?”

Nico shook his head, crossing his arms. “Can’t say I have, it sounds terrifying.”

“It’s not, and I can prove it. Let’s go swimming!” Percy smiled, taking Nico’s wrist. Nico froze, and Percy loosened his grip immediately. Fuck, maybe he shouldn’t have touched him so suddenly-

“Are you sure? Our dads—“ He watched Nico shuffle his feet anxiously.

“We’re adults now Nico! We’ll be back before they even finish anyways. C’mon, the sea isn’t far.” Percy pulled him out of the bathroom, into an elevator, and out of the tower. Outside air felt so much better than whatever was filtered into that building, he couldn’t help but breathe it in, instantly recognizing the faint scent of the beach nearby.

Nico seemed to lose the hesitance he expressed as soon as they were outside, shaking Percy’s hand off and running ahead of him. “Race you!” Nico shouted.

“That’s unfair!” Percy yelled back as he sprinted after him. “I’m not used to legs!”

Obviously, given that his legs didn’t get much use, Nico beat him to the beach. When he got there, he saw Nico staring silently at the sea.

“Wow, it’s actually pretty.” He sounded a little breathless, likely from running, but Percy would like to think the beauty of the beach was another cause for his breath to be stolen.

Percy grinned and ran into the sea, letting his legs be nearly submerged before he let them combine into a sea-green tail. “Come on! The water feels great!”

Nico looked hesitant, his hands reaching for the bottom of his shirt. He stared at the sea no longer with admiration, but with a bit of fear. Percy recognized this and swam closer to shore, letting the tide push him forward. Maybe he imagined it, but he swore Nico’s gaze lingered on his tail.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here for you.” That seemed to give Nico the confidence he needed to take off his boots and roll up his pant legs, but he kept everything else on. Percy was quite fine with that, it wasn’t likely Nico would go any further than the shallow, right?

He watched as Nico took a breath before stepping into the water. “It’s cold,” Nico mumbled, but he didn’t seem particularly perturbed by it.

“Wanna keep going?” Percy looked up at him, his fin slapping against the water behind him.. He didn’t want to pressure Nico into continuing forward, but he still wanted to show him how great the sea could be.

“Yeah, yeah. When’s the last opportunity I’m going to have?” Nico continued forward, to the point where the water reached his waist, and then he stopped. “How deep does it get?”

Percy snorted at the question, “Very deep. But you’d have to go pretty far out. Why don’t you try lowering yourself down now?”

“Like you?”

“Yeah, but you won’t have to actually swim just yet. I’m sure you could sit and your head would still be above the surface.” After the reassurance, Nico confidently did just that. “There you go!” Percy grinned at him, swimming closer. Face to face, he once again couldn’t help but find Nico attractive.

Nico’s cheeks turned a little pink before he looked behind Percy, “It looks like it goes on forever. No end in sight…”

“Do you trust me?”

“Enough that I let you lead me into your domain. So, sure?” Nico tilted his head.

“I want you to feel what it’s like fully underwater; I’ll hold you so you don’t drown. I assume you don’t know how to swim.” Nico shook his head to affirm Percy’s assumption, “That’s fine. I can easily carry you, my tail is far stronger than my legs.” Percy chuckled and took Nico’s forearms into his hands, tugging him further into the blue abyss. Nico let him, and even cracked a small smile which Percy saw him quickly try to discard.

Once they were far out enough, he wrapped his arms around Nico’s waist. “Ready? Close your eyes and put a hand over your nose.” Nico obeyed, and Percy lowered them both underwater. He loosened his hold on Nico, letting him float for a moment before tightening his grip once more and sending them both above the surface again.

“Wow, you were right. It feels strange, but oddly nice.”

“Told you.”

Nico rested his head on Percy’s chest gently, since Percy was still holding him up. Can’t let the prince of the underworld drown right? The domains would surely go to war over such an atrocity. But there was more to it than that. He deeply cared for Nico, and for now, he still could not figure out why.

“Wanna do it again?”

Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4

Longer fics (including Percico) are on my AO3 :)

[anastasiaskarsgard]

So I had an ask that disappeared that asked about Roman Godfrey has an ex gf that he wants back but she is sick of his shit.

Why on earth had you agreed to see your crazy ex boyfriend again? You were having a fucking panic attack. Why did you agree to this? You were entirely too nice. Boredom was always your worst enemy, and for a moment this seemed like it could be fun.

Plus it’s early morning and light out. This could hardly be considered a booty call. It was too early for Romans antics, right? Oh boy.

Peering out the window, you tried to decide where you were heading. You’d originally assumed the White Tower, but you’d long ago passed that turn off.

The driver had the partition up, so you attempted to lower it. After pressing the button several ways, it became clear it was broken or disengaged. This was looking like a worse and worse idea as the minutes ticked on.

Scooting down the long leather bench, so you were right behind the driver, you knocked on the partition and waited a couple beats.

“Hello? Excuse me sir? My button is broken.” You called out. Knocking a few more times and still getting no response, you told yourself you were fine and you weren’t going to overreact. Roman probably had some rule about no contact with his whores.

Not that you were a whore, but in the mind of his driver, you all probably blurred into one.

Maybe your outfit selection had been a bit hasty. In an effort to show Roman you were not going to be ordered around, you decided to wear your Hello Kitty pajamas. The red booty shorts with the famous cats face all over them, and the form fitting tank top, paired with your shiny white Uggs could possibly give the wrong impression.

You had been going for playful adult woman that didn’t take herself too seriously, but maybe an older gentleman wearing a suit would think otherwise. Add to that, you had a full face of make up, and had done your hair because you refused to look anything less than perfect in front of your ex... oh well.

As the car came to a halt in front of the nicest restaurant in town, famous for their exclusive invite only brunch they held on occasion, you couldn’t help but laugh at your current situation. With the restaurant having an open indoor/outdoor seating arrangement, everyone would be seeing you exit the limo.

Even though everyone dining here was well off, very few people took limousines anywhere, and just in case they were curious who’s limo this was, the big golden G on the window made it pretty clear.

Steeling yourself for the looks and hushed comments you were sure you deserved, you put on your brightest smile and thanked the driver politely when he opened your door. Holding your head high, you followed him into the restaurant, back towards the private rooms. Focusing on the mans jacket, you ignored the snickers and buzzing spreading through the patrons as you passed by. Finally coming to a stop in front of a set of gorgeously carved doors, he opened them to reveal a generously sized private room with Roman seated looking like he was shooting a photo spread for Vogue. Dark top and slacks, tailored to fit him perfectly, and the subdued lighting made his stunning good looks and inhuman beauty all the more obvious. In spite of all that, you couldn’t help but feel flattered at how his face lit up when he saw you.

“You are such a fucking brat. The one time I try to treat you like an adult you show up in Hello Kitty.” Roman chuckled, smiling happily at you.

You couldn’t help but laugh too. You felt pretty ridiculous, but you’d be damned if you’d admit it, “well thanks for trying to be an adult. And thanks for finally bringing me to the place I’ve been begging to go to for our entire doomed relationship. Glad to see you care. Now where’s the server? I’m going to need some vodka for my orange juice.”

Romans face fell into a frown and he glared at you for a moment before raising his hand in the air. Not a moment later, a server arrived to take their orders, and hurried off.

Silence settled over the table and you sat staring at a large landscape piece, refusing to make conversation or attempt to make him comfortable. You didn’t want to be here, and he wasn’t making much of an effort. You don’t know what you expected, but maybe him getting up and trying to hug you or shake your hand. Something!

You refused to cry. You would not allow it. You would not give him the satisfaction. You-

“I’m sorry.”

You turned to look at Roman, shock written across your features. Taking that as encouraging, he continued on.

“I love you and it scares me. When you went back to the room, they all started to give me shit about you owning me, and I reacted...” he knit his brows together and seemed to be searching for the right words, “wrong. Like an asshole. I wanted to prove I could do whatever I wanted. When I returned to the room and you were gone, I lost my mind. I searched everywhere and then Bianca found me and took me to her room.”

Your heart shattered. And here it had started out so perfectly. You’d been elated to find out he’d searched for you, and his apology nearly made you fall from your chair, but it all crashed down with the last part.

You nodded your head and looked away as the server dropped off your items, and you tried to keep it together. It’d always be like this. There’d always be a Bianca. The thought was devastating.

“Can you say something or at least look at me?” He snapped. His famous temper was surfacing, and you really didn’t think you could handle a tantrum.

“There’s always going to be a Bianca, or an Ashley or a Susan,” you said sadly.

“I don’t even know a Susan.” He stated incredulously. “What does that have to do with me being sorry? Who is this Susan? Where did you meet her?”

“Roman!” You snapped at him, pinning him with your fiercest glare. “There’s no Susan!”

“But you just said-“

Slamming your hand on the table, you were pleased to see he jumped. “Do not interrupt me Roman. You will listen since you forced me to come.”

He let out a long sigh and lit a cigarette, cocking an eyebrow at you as you took your time, eating some of the delicious dishes and sipping your cocktail. When he lit the second cigarette, you decided to begin.

“Roman I love you but so does every other woman that meets you. I don’t trust you and I don’t trust any of them. I’m constantly a wreck and worried someone will steal you, when you really should just belong to someone greater than I am. I’m not putting myself down, I’m just not so full of myself to believe I am better than everyone else, and you deserve an unbearable gorgeous Bianca that puts herself above all others, and doesn’t even consider your flaws to be flaws. You’re not a very nice person, and it’s exhausting constantly apologizing, and I need someone that loves me and feels I’m the best thing that happened to them. The competition is simply too stiff with you.” You finished and were surprised to see that Roman was not only listening but seemed to be considering your words.

“Any thoughts?” You asked after he put out his cigarette and continued to stare thoughtfully at you.

His lip quirked up into a smirk, and you pushed down the urge to touch him. He was still gorgeous, and as mad as you were with him, you had missed him. You wondered if it would be counterproductive to have one more romp, but you swiftly shut that idea down. You weren’t sure that you could have the self-control to just have one more time, and that would just lead to you being another one of those girls for him. Another good time and as appealing as that sounded... your heart couldn’t bear it.

Plus you really were tired. Curling up in your warm bed seemed like the most exciting prospect, and you wondered if he’d be terribly mad if you left right now. As your eyelids dropped and grew too heavy to keep open, you barely heard his reply;

“I knew you’d be difficult and I love you too much to let you ruin it.”

You tried to fight against the darkness closing in on you, but it was no use. As you felt your consciousness slip away, you couldn’t help but think that maybe all those good time girls had the right idea in letting Roman throw them away...

[mercurygray]

Well, haven't used this banner in a while. With thanks (and apologies) to @basilone for the prompt from this NSFW list, which was 'thigh riding for Cord and Bucky (of course)'

Consensual adults doing consensual things under the cut.

He had no business sitting like that, after the day she'd had.

It was getting dark out, here at the tail end of summer, and Bucky half-rose out of his seat to greet her as Cord exited the tower at the end of her shift. The rest of the base was long gone to other and better things, and the only sound out here was that of birds and bugs and distant trees. But he would not get her that easily - not today.

She pushed him back down, none too gently, so she might sit on his lap to kiss him. "And hello to you, too, gorgeous," he murmured, tipping his head up to meet her kiss, his hands coming to rest, as they always did, around her waist, steadying her a little. "Long day?"

It had been - the longest. Missing fuel deliveries, broken equipment, and the sight, observed from the tower, of a perky British driver cheerfully flirting with Bucky and Bucky flirting just as cheerfully back. Nothing serious - she knew that. He had glanced up, once or twice during the conversation, not with guilt or anxiety but just to see if she was watching, smiling each time, the question of possession and nine-tenths of the law heavy in the air.

She made no move to acknowledge him, merely adjusted her seat so she might turn towards him more, straddle one of his thighs, pressing her hips down onto his leg in response to the ache that had left her pressing her own legs together all afternoon. First once, and then again, rocking against his leg with rhythmic determination, kissing him all the while, until he made a noise of suppressed delight. "Fuck, Cord," he murmured. "Can I -"

"You can wait," she said, finishing his sentence with another press against his leg, and his hands tightened around her. It would be just as easy - easier, even - to let him unzip her trousers and press his fingers into her - easier still if she'd let him stand up and work his tongue into the warmth of her. She'd let him do both, but those things required privacy that'd be difficult to find, and she wanted this now, just for herself alone. He could survive on kisses for a while. He groaned again as she tightened herself around his leg, jostling her knee against his cock, and she realized he was getting hard for this, for her against him. "Or can't you?"

He moved his hand down, quickly, in between her legs and his, catching her mid-stroke and making her let out a noise of her own. "Do whatever you want," he promised, his voice husky and straining at the edges of his smile, and her only response was to push her body down harder into his hand, chasing the friction and grabbing his jacket even tighter to keep their bodies close. "This what you want?"

She made some small noise of assent, still grinding against him, and felt something inside her finally stop beating, and sat back on her heels, head spinning a little, breathing hard, all too aware of his hand and the inner seam of her underwear and trousers. She took a deep breath, tried to fix her eyes on his face, and the way he was smiling, sleepy and loose, made her realize he'd already come without any help from her.

"You're real pretty when you get angry with me," he murmured, as if he were pleased by this development, or that this observation were something new.

"Is that why you make me do it so often?"

"Might be." He grinned. "But I like this," he said, softly pressing his forehead to hers. "You, like this."

She couldn't resist. "Angry?"

"On my leg," he murmured, with an almost sheepish smile. "S' new. Should do it more often." He nudged her nose a little, another small intimacy. "Easier than trying to get you out of your clothes. And I've been thinking about that," he punctuated the thought with a little kiss, "all afternoon."

The picture became clearer and she nearly groaned. Of all the insufferable..."You bastard, you planned this." The glances at the window, and the smiling WAC, whose face she had never seen, playing a game she didn't know was being played, unable or unwilling to resist the attention of a tall, friendly officer so a different woman would see her and be jealous. Because he knew her, didn't he? All too well, it seemed.

A chuckle. "Might have." He shrugged a little and gathered her close again. "Be quite a sight, watching you go to war for me." His breath was warm against her neck, and when he spoke again, it was the quietest he'd ever been. "That's new, too."

Her heart soared on that, for reasons she couldn't name, that Bucky Egan didn't think anyone but her would fight for him. "We should clean up," she said, trying to master herself again. "We're filthy. And they'll be looking for us at dinner."

"They could keep looking." The suggestion sounded hopeful, but she would not let him win - she got to her feet and smoothed her trousers down, adjusted her shirt. There were telltale dark patches on the front of his own trousers that even in poor light would be hard to ignore.

"Bucky."

"Fine." Another pause as he pulled at his jacket and his belt. "But maybe later?"

She said nothing, only wrapped her hand into his, fingers interlacing, and leaned up on her toes to kiss him. "Maybe later," she said, and left it tantalizingly at that.

[verytallfox]

Okay, first ever Tumblr post! Not sure if anyone will see this, but this is about the podcast The Sounds of Nightmares, set in the world of Little Nightmares. Specifically I’m looking at Chapter 3.

BIG SHIT

So to those of you who’ve listened or heard what happens, holy fuck right?! There’s some pretty big revelations (stuff theorized for a while certainly but never outright confirmed) in the episode. For one, it knocks the whole “it’s just a dream world” thing out of the park. Noone physically vanished from her world for a moment. I am certain that the Ferryman’s riddle is responsible for that.

Otto’s disgraced mentor published a paper in which he posited the existence of other worlds and other centers of reality. This professor suggests that their own world might be “secondary” in the cosmic hierarchy of existence. This is outright transdimensional or multiverse shit right here and I love it so much! It makes sense to me in that these children who are so alien to this world would end up there, though I also believe that there were regular people there too (and kids), at least formerly.

SMALL SHIT

Additionally, this is one of the first times we’ve heard the monsters of this other place speak, or at the very least coherently. Not just the Ferryman, who is called the Candleman predominantly, but also the shopping mall.

The shopping mall is the third location that we know if that’s suggested to be alive. The Maw is only indicated through reading Word of God stuff from Tarsier and the imagery that it must “feed” or must not perish. With the Signal Tower or Transmission or Flesh Walls or Black Tower, what have you, we see this evidence explicitly.

Back to the abandoned shopping mall, which is what they’ve named it on the wikia for Little Nightmares! It’s not clear if it feeds on anything at all or how. I will also say that I’m a sucker for a tragic beastie, which is the vibes that I’m getting from this being. However, I don’t think it would be good for Noone to have stayed there with it, even if it always treated her well.

The shopping mall appears to be suffering from serious mental health issues and is horribly lonely. It is desperate to have someone else stay with it, and also appears to be aware of the common fate that befalls children outside its walls.

So you know what, I’m gonna choose to believe that while it’s certainly dangerous the mall doesn’t mean children harm. It’s both incredibly lonely and entirely powerless to stop anyone who’d willingly stay with it (or be forced to stay) from being taken.

I’ve wondered if anyone else was somewhat hoping for least one friendly giant to appear in the Nowhere. Alas, this “friendly” giant is miserable, a little unstable, and totally powerless to save the company it desperately craves.

It actually reminds me of Six being trapped and warped within the Tower. There seemed to be no real benefit to that place in keeping her there other than maybe controlling Mono more easily. Maybe the Tower wanted her to stay too. Who knows!

The last thing I wanna cover is (drumroll) THE FERRYMAN! God I love this character. What’s so interesting to me about him is that he doesn’t appear to be running on a single base desire like most of the other adults. That suggests to me that he may never have been human in the first place and that he’s also directly working for the otherworldly entities of the Nowhere.

He’s definitely trying to draw Noone further in and I believe the riddle he told her is part of a ritual or incantation to lure her further in. Either she will continue out of curiosity, a desire to get better (not realizing it’s a trap), or if she resists she won’t a choice once it’s fully taken hold in her. The route I think this is going is that Noone will be pulled over physically for longer and longer, with the world becoming more and more clear, until she can no longer return. Her home reality may now be but a dream that she’s no longer on the same wavelength of to be able to return to.

Anyway, that was a lot of writing lol! Props to anyone who makes it to the end. Please feel to share your own ideas in here and thanks for listening!

[gabessquishytum]

Spamming your Ask box, one prompt at a time.

I'm sure many of us have said it, but thank you, seriously, for indulging us with responses to our prompts. I know I'm having a blast!!! 😍🤩

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Alright, here's a question ..... can you be a penis model? Hob is asking for a ,,,,"friend".

See, Hob offered to help one of his old students/a friend/pulled a ticket off an interesting flyer on a telephone pole 🤷🏽‍♀️ and it wound up being for some pictures and/or something like live product testing for an adult services/avant-garde fashion house (something with high volume distribution and/or the ability to go viral.) In any event, Hob's very pretty (girthy, veiny, delicious-looking) penis is essentially hanging overhead on billboards in Times Square.

Now Hob's face isn’t really in these pictures/ads, maybe his cute little chin cleft, maybe his soft smiling mouth, but you would have to know that scar on his left inner thigh and the mole that looks like a raven tattoo (😉) on the right-side of his Adonis belt. To recognize him, is to have been up close and personal with his junk or to at least have seen him very naked. And (regrettably,) the number of people in his current life who have seen him thus is small. All this is to say that it greatly amuses Hob to see his cock towering over people's heads without people knowing it's his.

Now, maybe..... with the virality of the dick pic, there are a critical mass of dreamers dreaming 'bout that dick and that causes some temporary [or permanent (because Dream has seen and wants that dick)] change to the Dreaming.

Dream has to deal with seeing these pictures of Hob's dick all over his home, while he and Hob are working towards a more intimate relationship.

Cue shenanigans!! 🫠

Aww, you're so kind, friend!!! It's an absolute pleasure to work with you guys.

I love the idea of Hob being a dick model. Not only a dick model, but a dick model who breaks containment and becomes The Dick Guy. Before Dream knows what has happened, Hob’s dick is on his stain glass windows and in the shape of the clouds over fiddler's green, and wherever Dream looks he finds himself confronted by his friend's infuriatingly pretty penis. Everyone is talking about the dick. Even Matthew. There's no escape.

Even worse, when he visits Hob in the waking world, Dream has to try and pretend that he doesn't know. They're just starting out on their romantic relationship, and Dream doesn't want to ruin to whole thing by staring at Hob’s lap the entire time! But the fact that he knows that Hob’s cock is right there is infuriating. He can't help conjuring replicas in the dreaming: testing the weight in his hand, running his fingers over each vein. He's so fucking needy.

Perhaps eventually Hob’s little (not so little) secret comes out and he feels the need to come clean to Dream, too. He's a little bit mortified; saying "my cock is famous" wasn't something he wanted to admit at such a stage in their relationship. But since Hob’s colleagues, friends, students, acquaintances and pretty much everyone else knows, Dream deserves to as well.

Imagine Dream’s relief! He can finally let out his feelings about Hob’s cock! He can talk about how he wants to suck it, lick it, hold it, nuzzle it, play with it...

...not the reaction that Hob was expecting, but a very welcome one nonetheless. In fact, he drags Dream right off to bed, to show him the famous cock in the flesh. If anyone deserves to get up close and personal, it's Dream.

Those pictures in the windows get very very detailed indeed.

[sp0o0kylights]

and finally [vibrates at the speed of sound] I'm maybe a little hungry for more of Hungry; number 20, please!! [catches mug before it vibrates off my desk] whoops

Lol I once animatedly handwaved a drink of mine directly into my tower and the fact my poor computer worked at all afterword's was a fucking miracle.

Alas all mugs are now banned from that side of my desk so I feel this😂

Snippet!!

Enzo found out at the conclusion of that evening why the bumbling, American boy was an Alpha when he let out a shrill whistle and a blast of dominance so strong it left Enzo weak kneed. 

It cut through the noise, all the children (old and young) turning to face their Alpha, as he started directing them like a seasoned soldier. Clean up was initiated with ease, rides home discussed, any issues settled, and all the while the taste of Steve's wolf made Enzo look at his own packmates with wide eyes. 

Alexi chuckled at him. "That takes a while to get used to." He told him in Russian, while Murray snorted beside him, the sound ugly. 

"He only feels like that because he has the superpower girl in his pack." He said, also in Russian (because even Murray wouldn't refer to El like that around her dad in plain English.) “She boosts him.” 

"Not exactly." 

All three men jumped guilty as one of Steve's wolves-a girl Enzo didn't know- chimed in, Russian heavily accented. "Steve wasn't the most popular guy at school just because he was  rich, you know." 

Alexi shot her a delighted look, Murray an annoyed one. 

"Eavesdropping isn't polite, child."

She smirked at him. "Neither is gossiping in front of people, bald man."

The older wolf whirled on Alexi. "You've been teaching her insults again!" 

He got a playful shrug in response. "You have your favorite, I have mine."

Robin, as Enzo would later learn the young woman was called, smiled gleefully at Alexi. 

"So he's always had a bit of that then?” He asked, bringing the topic back before Murray could drag his mate down into one of their arguments. “That strength?" 

Enzo meant the sheer force of him, the over-all power that told other wolves Steve’s dominance ranked far, far higher than their own. It was the kind of thing that stopped fights before they started, which made no sense because looking at him in human form, Enzo would assume a good majority of the children could take him on in a fight, let alone any of the present adults. 

Robin hummed an acknowledgement. "Almost never let it out but when he did it was.." She paused for a moment, seemed to be searching for the right word. “Massive? Explosive?”  

“Overwhelming.” Alexi provided for her. 

Robin snapped her fingers at him. “Yes! That!” 

She waved her arms for a moment, making a fist with one hand and smacking it into her palm. “It flattened you.” 

The  verbage was odd, but Enzo understood well enough. 

The conversation drifted, Murray insulting the girl’s Russian while Alexi praised it, the three of them devolving into banter. 

[highqueenofelfhame]

a/n: okay so chapter three of this might be up before ten of ciwyw simply because i'm excited about it and it's already like halfway done. i'm sorry if this is disappointing news BUT i promise it's a really really good chapter with delicious content. love u, thank you for reading <3

rowaelin // 5.6k words // skoh masterlist // masterlist

“I wish I could tell you guys about this bullshit, but it’s fucking classified,” Aelin hissed into the cell phone she had sandwiched between her ear and shoulder. To their credit, Elide and Lysandra tried to disguise their laughter on the other end, but it came back muffled all the same. The two were drunk on a beach somewhere in Ellywe, and it showed.

 Everyone knew that Aelin joining the Cadre would be a disaster one way or another. When the idea was proposed to her, she turned it down. Three different times. The bad blood with Rowan flowed so deep that she didn’t care about an increase in pay or the less boring missions that came along with it. Truthfully, she would rather be lost in the Staghorns somewhere with Aedion’s unit or back in the desert with the one that showed up to take over for the Cadre. 

 Yet when Darrow approached her with the idea a fourth time, stressing how much they needed an extra person, she caved. The claims that she was the only person fit for the job had gone to her head a little bit, and it was biting her in the ass. He had even brought in her Uncle Gavriel to talk to her about going. The bastard knew that it would sway her, and it had worked. Now that this mission required them to be married, she was pretty sure it had been in the works for a little longer than they knew, and convincing Aelin to join them was the final piece of the puzzle. 

 Currently, she was quickly washing her hands in a bathroom at the Rifthold International Airport. The flight had been sixteen hours, and she was desperate for a bath that didn’t require body wipes to make her smell decent. The boys were probably waiting for her, but she didn’t care. Rare was it that she could use her personal phone to call her friends, and godsdammit, she was going to take advantage.

 “Is he still an ass?” Lysandra asked as Aelin ripped a few paper towels from the dispenser to dry her hands.

 “Of course he is. He has the nerve to act like he’s the one that was scorned! As if I didn’t fight tooth and nail for our relationship to work until the physical and emotional distance was too much to deal with.” She huffed as she poked her bags with her boot, fingers pulling her braid over her shoulder just to have something to do with her hands.

“I mean, you have to come to some sort of truce to make it work,” Elide piped in, crunching sounds filling the space between words while she snacked. 

 “I know. Gods, I know. It’s just harder than I thought it would be.” Aelin sighed, her chest decompressing as several women scurried into and out of stalls around her. “I should go.”

 “Where are you, anyway?” Lys asked.

 “I can’t say, but I can allude that I’m closer to home.”

 “Can you get a normal job? You coming on vacations would be fun.” Elide’s sad-drunk tendencies were starting to peek through, making Aelin smile.

“If Rowan doesn’t kill me first, I might end my active-duty career as soon as possible after this shit is done.” It was only half a joke. Being this close to Rowan was already far more taxing than she imagined. If anything, she thought they might ignore each other and carry on with their jobs like responsible adults. Sure, she knew her old wounds were tender at best, but the explosive tension was slightly unexpected. 

 The three muttered their goodbyes as she hefted her bags onto her shoulders and filed out of the bathroom, immediately spotting Lorcan and Rowan’s heads towering over everyone else near the exit to baggage claim. Aelin forced her shoulders back and stood straight as she could. 

 Approaching Rowan was a battle of its own sort. She had to be ready for a fight constantly. There was just no way of telling if she was walking straight into the line of fire or not.

 ~*~

 The house they would be living in was beautiful. It was a large estate sitting on the cleaner side of the Avery River, nestled back in a little grove of oak trees. A large iron gate kept any outsiders from easily getting onto the property, but it was so far off any main road that they didn’t anticipate trespassers being much of a problem. 

 Not that it really mattered– every inch of the land surrounding the house was under twenty-four-seven surveillance that they could watch from inside. The day before, a tech team had come in to set up all the equipment they would need for quick and secure communication with their superiors. Though the equipment they used was always the best the Terrasen government had to offer, it was always a little more fun to use when stationed in a big city. 

 Though the house had six bedrooms, they quickly learned during the initial walk-through that three were being used for mission-related activities. One room comprised a large desk and about a dozen monitors for surveillance; another had enough desk space for all six of them with room to spare, and the third was primarily for communication. It was filled with phones and computers connected to a highly secure network that, in theory, was breach-proof. 

 That left three rooms for the six of them to divvy into, and Aelin tried to cut the corners of arguing with who was sleeping where by quickly voicing her own option. 

 “I’ll room with Fenrys. Lorcan and Rowan can share and–”

“No.” Rowan’s response was immediate and flat. A single eyebrow quirked up as she slowly pivoted on one heel to look at him. His eyes, however, were on Fenrys. It had been years, and apparently, their casual affection was still grating on his nerves like soft cheese. 

“No?” She questioned, arms folding over her chest. Rowan slid his gaze to her face as the others took a few casual steps away as if they would rather be anywhere but in the middle of their divorced parent’s fight.

“No.” The word was harder, more final this time. 

“Fine, you and me then?” She threw a hand in the air for sarcastic flair and laughed sardonically.  Surely he would drop his weapons and retreat with arms raised, but he didn’t. It surprised everyone in the room, herself more than the rest. 

“Fine.” Shock washed over her in a static wave, running across her body like an electrical current. Everything buzzed from her fingers to her toes as he told no one in particular, “We get the master.”

Nobody was going to disagree with his claim. The two of them needed as much space between them as possible. With all the tension and white-hot energy, they could hardly share a room for meetings, much less a bed. Mala must have boiled his brain to sludge during their stay in the desert. He clearly wasn’t thinking things through.

She was further surprised when he yanked both their bags off the floor where they’d dumped them upon entry and headed toward the north wing of the house. Aelin glanced at Lorcan, hoping he would have something to say on the matter, but he shrugged and grabbed his own bags, shouting that Vaughan was with him as he did. Fenrys, at least, looked as confused as she felt.

 “Have fun with… whatever the fuck that was,” Connall told her, the three remaining men collecting their bags from the floor. 

“You really put your foot in your mouth this time, didn’t you, babe?” Fen drawled, ruffling her hair and following his brother.

“You’re all traitors!” She called as they dispersed, leaving her to begrudgingly march toward the room Rowan had claimed for them. Their low chuckles followed her down the hall, and she was pretty fucking sure she even heard Lorcan laughing with them. 

 When she reached the master bedroom, she was pleasantly surprised at the size of it. A king-size bed was centered against one wall, each side with its own lamps and nightstands. The large bay window on the right side had a bench perfect for reading in if she ever found herself with downtime. There were two doors to the left of the bed. One led to a large bathroom with a shower and a huge bathtub that she would most definitely be soaking in soon. The other was a walk-in closet that rivaled the one she had at home. 

 It was also where she found Rowan.

 Each side of the closet had plenty of drawers and space for hanging clothes and a dozen or so cubbies scattered about. Rowan stood to one side, unpacking his clothes and placing them into drawers. She pretended she didn’t notice that he had chosen the left side– the same as when they lived together.

 Aelin followed suit, kneeling on the floor by her bag and dividing things amongst her drawers. Since they were in need of civilian attire for the mission, she would be going out to purchase new things sometime tomorrow before the real work began. For now, she just wanted a shower and a nap. 

Rowan had slipped out moments before she was finished. Once satisfied with her portion of the closet, she entered the bedroom to find him peering through the curtains, eyes scanning the backyard. He didn’t seem to notice her, or if he did, he chose to say nothing. Taking a deep breath, she wrapped her arms around her body and steeled herself for another fight.

 “Is it okay if I shower first?”

 “Yep.” His fingers released the curtain, and it slipped shut, the sheer fabric not doing much to shield them from the outside world. Aelin made a mental note to get some blackout curtains tomorrow, both for safety and to keep the early morning sun out when she had the luxury of sleeping past five am. 

 “Are you sure?” For once, she wasn’t pushing to get on his nerves. If he wanted the bathroom to himself first, she would allow it if it meant no verbal sparring.

 “I already said yes, Aelin.” The edge of his words was sharp and short as a brand-new dagger. So much for not fighting.

 “You don’t get to do this.” She blurted, fingers gripping her shirt tightly.

 “I don’t get to do what, exactly?” Rowan looked at her then, eyebrows slightly raised and shoulders tense. At his sides, his hands were rolling up into fists. 

“Be pissy about our sleeping arrangements when you’re the one that booted out my perfectly good option.”

 “You were doing it to fuck with me, and I’m not giving you the satisfaction,” he said calmly, taking up a casual fighting stance: feet shoulder-width apart, arms folded over his chest, muscles coiled and ready to strike.

 “I was doing it because I highly doubt the other three would want to catch me in any state of undress accidentally, and only me and Connall can handle Fenrys full time,” she shot back. Her fingernails dug into the skin beneath her shirt like they would sew her up if she fell apart. The tendons in Rowan’s neck were visible, hard lines. If she were closer, she would probably be able to see his pulse pounding against his skin.  “I don’t know why you think I’m just here to fuck up your life. I didn’t even want this job to begin with.”

 Hating that she was the first to retreat, she walked to the closet to gather what she would need for her shower. Footsteps followed her, stopping in the doorway as Rowan asked, “What is that supposed to mean?”

 “Which part?” Aelin plucked a pair of boring cotton underwear from the drawer. 

“That you didn’t want this job.” Selecting a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, she turned to face him with her facial expression calling him ten kinds of stupid.

“It means that I didn’t want this fucking job.” Maybe she drew out every word a little more slowly on purpose to needle beneath his skin. The feathering of his jaw said it worked.

“I understood that part.” He sounded frustrated, his fingernails white where they pressed into his biceps. “You didn’t ask for the transfer?”

 “I turned it down three times. In the last few weeks, Darrow was up my ass about it. Even had Uncle Gav try to convince me, so I caved. Did you think I asked for this to come rain a special kind of hell down on your head?” 

“I wouldn’t put past you,” he retorted, and something in her broke. Just a little bit. 

“Contrary to whatever bullshit you’ve made up about me to craft me into your villain, I was perfectly content to never see you again. I don’t want to work with you, I don’t want to share a single molecule of oxygen with you, and I don’t want to constantly be ready to fight with you at the drop of a hat. This isn’t what I wanted for my career or my personal life. I’m here because I took an oath to protect my country, and despite my multiple refusals, they wanted me here with this unit.” Aelin shoved past him, her shoulder ramming into his arms as she did. “Do us both a favor and get over yourself, Rowan. This self-centered bullshit is exactly why I fucking left you.”

Though she hadn’t meant to be quite so dramatic, the bathroom door slammed in his face when she closed it. The sickly feeling of guilt washed over her at the look on his face. That last hateful sentence wasn’t even supposed to be said out loud. Did she even mean it?

Aelin didn’t realize she was holding her breath until she finally heard his footsteps retreat from the room and a heavy exhale whooshed from her lungs.

~*~

“Aelin, I–” His hands reached for her, but she smacked them away hard enough that it stung his palms.

 “No, no, no. I told you a thousand times if you took another deployment, I was done. And there is just no–” Aelin let out a gasping sob, one hand on her heart and the other wrapped around her torso. Unable to stop himself, he tried to pull her to him. If he could just calm her down, it would be okay.

Before his fingers could even graze her skin, she stumbled backward. A gust of wind had rain blowing at him from behind. He wasn’t sure if his face was wet with tears from his eyes or the sky. 

 “Baby–” The back of Aelin’s wrist pressed to her mouth and did nothing to muffle the sob. Knowing he was the source of her pain had him wishing for a lightning strike. 

 “There is no coming back from this.” The words were almost carried away in the storm. Not once had he ever heard her speak so softly, so broken. Tears streamed down her cheeks and neck, soaking the collar of her t-shirt while she shook her head and pointed for him to leave with a shaky finger. Her other hand was still pushing her heart back into her chest. “There is no coming back.”

The front door slammed in his face and triggered a final fissure in his heart that had his heart and soul shattering into a million jagged pieces on the rain-soaked ground. 

A firm hand on his shoulder made him jerk forward, twisting on his heel. A soldier through and through, he started to go on the defensive. Just as he reached for his attacker, he realized it was Lorcan and dropped his hands, shaking his head to clear his mind of the memory.

 Lorcan’s eyebrows knit together in confusion as he said, “I said your name twice.” 

 “Sorry. What’s up?” Rowan hadn’t meant to be so wrapped up in his thoughts as he stood on the back porch. A mirror image of the gloomy gray sky reflected on the surface of the swimming pool. The sound of the door slamming in his face still echoed in his ears, but he didn’t know if it was the past or present that haunted him. Probably both. 

 “I want to go over what needs to be done this week,” Lorcan told him, nodding toward the house. Through the windows, he could see everyone lounging on the couches and chairs that made up the formal living room. Each of them held a folder; Aelin’s was in her lap, where she curled up in the corner of the couch. Deft fingers twined her damp hair into a braid over her shoulder. Lorcan’s eyes followed his gaze as he braced his hands on his hips. “Do you need to talk about it before we go in?” 

“I don’t know what there is to say.”

 “Look, I am by no means any sort of authority on relationships, but the fact that you two can barely be in the same room without starting a fight shows how deep it all goes. You sure as fuck aren’t over it–” Lorcan gave him a stern look when he opened his mouth to object, then continued, “And neither is she. You can both act like you don’t care, but you do. At some point, an olive branch needs to be extended one way or the other. Otherwise, it will stack up to messy mistakes in the field and you’ll both drag everyone else down with you. I can’t allow that. So find a truce. Wave your white flag if you fucking have to. Talk about it. Fuck it out. I don’t care. But don’t let it compromise the job.” 

 Rowan nodded, hands sliding into his pockets as he took a deep breath. All of those things were easier said than done. If they were ever going to talk it out, they would both have to come to some peace with the past and present. Right now, he wasn’t sure how to do that. His behavior had clearly torn into her with a jagged blade, the same way her leaving him did. Both had raw, gaping wounds that were still bloody from the battle. The time apart had done nothing to heal either of them. If anything, it made it worse. 

 There wasn’t ever supposed to be so much distance, time, or emotion stretched between them, to begin with. Rowan could strut around like he didn’t care all he wanted to, but he did care. Looking at her made it hard to breathe. 

 “Did you ever, at any point in your relationship, tell her about what happened to Lyria?” Lorcan asked, just as Rowan took a step toward the house. His teeth snapped together so hard that it hurt, narrowly missing a bite of his tongue. “Maybe start there.”

“I don’t think it would matter at this point.”

 “Not that I don’t think she’s a swaggering asshole ninety-nine percent of the time or anything–” Rowan snorted, looking back at Aelin through the window. She was looking back. “– But she isn’t a bitch. Not all the time, anyway.”

 Part of him wanted to throttle Lorcan for talking about her that way, but their personalities had always been mixing oil and water. Even still, Lorcan would never hold his personal relationship against her. She was far too good of an asset. 

 “Can I ask something of you?” Rowan inquired, restlessly scratching the back of his neck. His eyes didn’t leave Aelin’s, and she tilted her head curiously. Almost as if, despite their fight, she was trying to inquire if he was okay. 

 “Of course.” Rowan sidestepped out of view, not wanting her to read his lips as he looked at his commander. Lorcan leaned against the table that decorated the patio, an open and caring demeanor slipping into place. 

“If anything on this mission goes sideways, if it ever comes down to a split second when it has to be her or me… I don’t care if it’s a temporary thing where you come back for me later or we’re both bleeding out somewhere, whatever the situation is. If shit goes down and it’s her or me, you take her.” Green eyes bore fiercely into onyx ones. Lorcan’s eyes widened in surprise and something that looked a little like fear.  

“Rowan…” He wasn’t one to leave a man behind, but Rowan knew all too well that sometimes it became a necessary call to make. When forced with a split-second decision about who lived or died, the luxury of time to juggle your choices didn’t always exist. This oath would take the struggle out of it. 

 “Promise me that you will get her out first.” He hated the way his voice cracked like the fissures in his heart. Hated that he was prepared to fall to his knees and beg if it might save her life at any point in the future. Yet he knew that he would if Lorcan refused. The bad terms he and Aelin were on didn’t matter. Rowan would never forgive himself or his comrades if he woke up and something had happened to her. “Promise me, Lorcan.”

 He wished he could tell himself it was for selfish reasons. That he was asking to clear his conscience should it ever become a reality. Deep down, he knew it had nothing to do with that, though. It had nothing to do with guilt and everything to do with her and the wildfire of unresolved feelings that haunted his waking and sleeping hours. 

 Rowan tried to get over her. Attempting to lose himself through sex with other women had been a fruitless endeavor. No amount of boiling showers had made him feel clean, like any level of intimacy with someone that wasn’t Aelin left behind an oily residue he couldn’t wash away. After the third time, he quit trying. It felt too much like cheating on her, like betraying her, even if she had been the one to leave him. 

 He had followed her career over the last two and a half years. Though she had passed on another deployment when she thought he would too, months after the breakup, he heard she was back in it. Lorcan had passed him details of her missions, and Rowan had a mental list of every injury she had ever received. Nothing had been remotely close to life-threatening, but he felt every one of those wounds like they’d happened to him. It had been difficult not to follow up with her directly to see if she was okay, but she was better off without him. Of that, he was certain. 

Being part of the same unit, he would do whatever he could to protect her. It hadn’t surprised Lorcan when Rowan declared he would always choose her first the morning she arrived. The commander made him swear that it wouldn’t compromise any missions, and it wouldn’t. But for Rowan, if the choice were anyone else or Aelin, he would save Aelin first. Now he needed to be sure someone else would choose her over him. 

“Okay. I promise,” Lorcan finally swore, his eyes saying that he hoped for all the world it never came down to it.

When they made their way inside, there were two seats available. One was smack dab between Aelin and Fenrys; the other was an overstuffed chair near the window. Rowan knew for a fact that the two blondes had been sitting side by side moments earlier and knew that one or both of them had done this on purpose. They lived in a constant state of scheming and had been driving Rowan insane from the moment their friendship began.

Lorcan hijacked the chair, which left Rowan to drop onto the sofa between Bonnie and Clyde. He swore the commander was fighting off his smirk while settling into the chair away from the drama. Bastards. All of them were bastards. It was starting to feel like everyone had been part of a private meeting on the best ways to drive Rowan insane with Aelin around. 

“Here,” Aelin said softly, nudging his arm with a folder. Nodding his thanks, he flipped it open and began skimming the pages while Lorcan got into what the next few days would look like. Every breath he took was more shallow than it needed to be, but he would lose his mind if he inhaled deep enough to smell her jasmine shampoo. 

He tried to focus on Lorcan’s words, but sitting beside Aelin was a distraction in itself. The promise their commander had just made soothed a small part of his chest, even if he thought she would throttle him if she ever found out about it. The woman beside him was more than capable of taking care of herself, yes, but Rowan needed that security blanket to fall back on if things went to hell.

 Aelin nudged him with her elbow, and he blinked, looking into her quizzical gaze. It was strange to find a hint of concern hidden behind the brilliant band of gold around her iris. With a shake of his head, he looked at the folder in his lap and tuned his ears to Lorcan’s voice. Right. Now was definitely not the time to think about this. 

 They would start by surveilling the notorious Glass Castle. It was imperative they find out how easily the outside guards could be distracted and bribed. While they had inside contacts close to the prince working with them under extremely delicate conditions, they needed to see if anyone was willing to waver. Finding the weak links could lead to it all being over before an assassination attempt began.

 The Prince’s closest and really only friend was his captain of the guard. Through their contacts, he agreed to work with them on the castle’s blueprints and help them however he could. If everything went smoothly, nobody would die, lose their jobs, or be accused of treason, and in the process, their president would be safe from the fallout.

“We need to take passport photos in the morning, and someone is coming by tomorrow afternoon to stage some pictures of our Duke and Duchess over here.” Rowan and Aelin’s heads both snapped up at neck-breaking speed.

“What?” Rowan said, eyes darting to Aelin. There was no way in hell she would be okay with this.

“All of the royals in Fenharrow have websites,” she answered for Lorcan. “Do I get to wear a pretty gown?”

“You’ll wear whatever shows up, and you won’t give anybody any shit about it,” was the commander’s flat response. Aelin’s smoldering gaze told him she would do as she pleased, but her eyes wandered back down to the pages in her lap. If the wardrobe weren’t to her taste, they would surely hear about it no matter what Lorcan said.

“Box dye is going to absolutely ruin our hair.” Rowan didn’t know anything about that. According to his passport, he had blonde hair and brown eyes. Curiosity got the better of him, and he leaned a little toward Aelin to see what hers said. With a flick of her wrist, it was turned toward him so he could see better. Red hair, green eyes. Rowan had a hard time imagining it.

“Are you going to complain the whole time?” Lorcan snapped. Aelin, to her credit, grinned.

 “Maybe. It’s fun getting under everyone’s skin so easily.” 

It felt like a jab with one of the daggers she favored. A quick stab into his back, the twist of the blade as it sunk deeper. Rowan sat up straight and tried to keep from crumpling the papers in his hands.

It might not be an outright bloody war, but every vaguely altruistic word that left her mouth made him tenser than any gunfight ever did.

 ~*~

A book lay open upon the pillow in her lap, eyes skimming the pages when Rowan soundlessly opened the door and slipped into their room. He was clearly hoping she would be asleep when he came to bed to avoid any awkward interactions or heated arguments. Aelin was too tired for anything beyond a few pulled punches tonight and closed her book. The t-shirt he wore was pulled over his head in a single, fluid motion, and he slipped between the sheets. After placing her nightly read on the bedside table, she snuggled under the blankets. Rowan was on his back staring at the fan when she turned her light off. Aelin lay on her side, facing him straight on.

“This is… weird,” he admitted as the air deflated from his lungs in a deep sigh.

“Sleeping together or, however fake it may be, being married to me when you never wanted it in the first place?” Aelin wasn’t sure why flames kept spewing out of her mouth every time they spoke. Closure was what she was after, yet she knew it wouldn’t come this way. It was more of a defense mechanism than anything else.

“We aren’t doing this tonight, Aelin. I’m tired.” Rowan rolled onto his side, facing away from her, hand smacking at his pillow before he settled against it. 

Through the dim moonlight slipping through those sheer curtains, she could make out the scars on his back. Some she knew, others she didn’t. Without thinking, she reached out and touched one she didn’t recognize. Rowan’s inhale was sharp, shoulders expanding and muscles tightening beneath her fingers. As tense as he was, his body betrayed him in the form of goose flesh over his skin. 

“Rowan?” Aelin must have been imagining his jagged breaths. It sounded too much like shredding self-control to be real. 

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry. For today, I’m sorry.” Doused in a burning tension, she traced her fingers over another pale scar on his back. Tears pricked her eyes over the featherlight touches she made, at the emotion that welled up in her throat. This sort of casual intimacy used to be second nature. Aelin hated that her fingers craved to touch more of him, all of him. They never thought about touching before; they just always were. It had once been necessary, vital even. Now he was a coiled asp ready to strike, waiting for the fighting words she couldn’t find. 

“Okay,” he finally whispered back on an exhale. 

“I didn’t mean to slam the door, either. I know you won’t believe me, but I–”

“I do believe you.” Her throat was suddenly tight as she swallowed, dropping her hand from his back. Sometime soon, she would ask how he got those new markings. Maybe Fenrys would have the answers if her cowardice won over and she couldn’t ask him herself.

“Okay,” she parroted, the word muffled by the blanket as she pulled it up and tucked her face into it. 

Seconds stretched into minutes before he rolled onto his back, head turning to face her. With her eyes more adjusted to the dark, she could tell he was looking at her. They didn’t say anything, just took each other in. It was the first quiet moment they’d shared since her arrival. Somehow, the heaviness of this moment was far more abundant than the times they were yelling.

“Were you talking about me when you said it’s fun to get under our skin?”

“I’ve always liked getting under your skin,” she teased, but he didn’t smile. Aelin’s own faltered, mouth twisted to the side as she considered it. Yes, she had. “It is fun but… I didn’t mean it quite how it sounded. I haven’t been picking fights with you the last few days for shits and giggles. I’m sure you aren’t doing it for that reason either.”

It’s what she wanted to believe, anyway. Perhaps it made her naive, but she knew Rowan. Even if they hated each other, they didn’t like causing the other unnecessary pain.

 “Why are we fighting then?” The bald vulnerability he gave had her mouth parting in surprise. Of all the ways she saw this first night going, a calm discussion was nowhere on the list. Murder definitely was, but this? 

 “I don’t think we know how to be around each other like this,” she said slowly. “We had moments of bickering when we first met, sure, but…” 

The words she wanted to say would strip her a little more bare than she wanted to be, yet she wasn’t ready to let the moment go. Rowan saw her hesitation and waited patiently, eyes scanning her face as though he could sneak into her mind and steal the thoughts for himself. Tomorrow the fires would rage again but for tonight? Tonight she would settle close to the truth without laying it all at his feet.

“But?” Aelin sighed and shook her head.

“We’ve always been intense,” she shrugged a shoulder. “Now that we aren’t in love, I guess it’s just going to be in the form of verbal sparring and screaming matches. Maybe a few physical blows during training.”

Aelin averted her eyes, slipping her fingers out from beneath the blanket to inspect her nails. It probably looked as stupid as it felt, considering she could hardly see, but Rowan didn’t call her on it. Nor did he point out how unlike her it was to balk from a conversation, yet here she was, being a coward and avoiding his gaze. It was a half-truth wrapped up in a teasing taunt at best and clearly not the answer he sought.

It wasn’t fair that he still had her tied up in so many knots. For years she paraded around, pretending she was over it and it didn’t matter anymore. Not being in love with Rowan was one of the biggest lies she’d ever told, one she whispered to herself every time she found him looking at her. It was a foolish, stupid mask she wore to hide the pain of the ugly, bleeding truth of everything. 

Rowan handled it better than she did, and it hurt more than she would ever admit. 

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[befuddled-calico-whump]

The Soiree (part one)

@whumptober No. 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”

cw: alcohol/forced intoxication, dehumanization, adult language

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Alexei Wilder didn't used to hate parties. He wasn't much of an extrovert, and the majority of the events he'd attended had been in pursuit of a target, but even so, parties had a certain charm. There was something about being surrounded by people, united for the common purpose of celebration, and happily distracted enough to not pay him any mind.

There lay the root of his issue with Uriah's parties. Here, he was the distraction.

It wasn't too bad at first. Fox dressed Lex in suit pants and a black silk shirt and kept him at his side as he made the rounds, greeting guests. At dinner, he knelt on the floor beside the CEO's chair, a debasing position that Lex was actually grateful for. Here, the eyes weren't lingering on him. Here, they wouldn't touch him, at least for a little while. Uriah had even been gracious enough to let Lex keep his cybernetics for the party, though the threat of having them taken away for good if he tried anything was still being held over his head.

But that wasn't bad. If anything, that was normal. Until—

"You're a terrible host, Fox." A meticulously groomed brunette across the table was leaning past his cocktails and hoeur d'oeuvres, addressing Uriah though his eyes were heavy on Lex. Before the Tower, Lex would've stared back, pouring threats into his gaze until the other man backed down. Now, it felt safer to drop his head and hope he lost interest.

"Oh?" came Fox's response.

"You haven't let anyone play with your new toy."

(Ploy, alloy, coy.) Pretentious dickhead. Alexei had learned pretty quickly that the city's wealthy had a glitzy, roundabout way of speaking, especially to each other. It made him want to puke.

But under the thick layer of disgust, there was still the fear of this guest's—all the guests'—intentions, as well as the hope that Uriah would prove to be his usual controlling self and shut the request down. Instead—

"Of course. Where are my manners?"

(Planners, banners.) Lex's stomach dropped. He'd beg Uriah to take it back if it would change anything, but that would only show weakness—fear—to the guests.

Under the table, he saw the brunette man's hand move, tapping his knee.

"Here, boy."

Are you fucking kidding me?

He didn't say it. Somehow, he didn't say it. That would only give them something to punish, only make things that much worse.

One stern look from Uriah, and Lex was crawling under the table to a chorus of amused laughter. He prayed that at the very least, none of them knew who he was, who he used to be, but Uriah wasn't the type to hold his tongue when there was bragging to be done.

He tried to retreat from his body, placating his mind with fantasies of setting the tablecloth on fire and beating the shit out of the man who was now sitting above him, tracing his cheekbone with a finger, hunger in his gaze.

This new enemy tilted his chin up and pressed a glass to his lips. When Lex caught the sharp smell of alcohol inside, he drank without protest, grateful that he could at least be moderately numb to the humiliation.

But the man didn't stop, and drink after drink was poured down Lex's throat until the room was spinning and he was no longer sure if this was a kindness or a curse.

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[spiderbiterz]

(Chapter 1 of my Murch + Spyke found family/Spyke x Reader fic fron ao3):

You're an adult now.

The cold hard truth.

You did so many missions. You escaped the underground. You saved the world. You were a hero.

But now, you just feel empty.

Shouldn't you be grateful?

You met Off the Hook and you became such great friends with them. You got to befriend the Squid Sisters as a result. You even got the chance to fight off Deep Cut and they helped you save the world.

You know so many idols. You know all the agents.

So, why are you so empty?

You don't have someone to love.

Sure, you have such great friends. They're like family to you. You love them dearly.

But, you've never had a partner.

You haven't had someone to love romantically. That's all you've ever wanted.

You were always into reading romance books. People called you lame and corny, but it was still your favorite genre.

You never got the chance to experience it though.

You just....

"Y/N!!" A familiar voice yelled. "My Cod, why do you sleep through your alarm every damn day, chum?"

You woke up. Murch was right, why do you sleep in so late? You checked the alarm...past 12. Man, you needed to get a job. But, fuck, were you tired from all the agent shit you were just blabbing about.

"Oi, I've already made so many clothing deliveries while you were in here on your ass..." Murch leaned on the door frame and smirked. "I would like to go back to it."

Oh, yeah, you're e roomates with Murch.

You jumped out of bed. "Well, why don't you?" you said flustered. "And don't be a dick to me." You looked away from him.

"I'm joking, don't worry about it, chum. Well, maybe do a little bit. You need to get yourself a better sleeping schedule, yknow?"

"Yeah, yeah." You walked past him into the living room with your clothes in hand.

You were only 5 foot/152 cm. He had to tower over you by at least a foot. Maybe even more. You just realized you actually never asked since he's an urchin and you kind of didn't care about urchin facts. Oh well.

"I'll leave you alone while you change. Just be sure to actually come outside sometime today, alright?" Murch said and was already out the door before you even thought of a response.

"Cod, he must be a busy man. Kinda rude, too..." You thought. You knew that since before you too became roomies, really.

You wanted to see Spyke today for some reason. That would require a trip to Inkpolis.

Murch had always been fascinated by Spyke. A day doesn't go by where he doesn't mention him.

You thought they had to be related, but it turns out they actually aren't. Guess Spyke is like an idol to Murch. You didn't judge it. You thought his obsession might seem a little creepy to others though.

Enough of that. You finally got yourself ready to go to Inkpolis.

[the-king-andthe-lionheart]

I really hate Septa Mordane. I’m sorry Ned, but she is not a good woman. She’s a bullying, lazy, rude, hag of a teacher. Instead of being kind and trying to help Arya improve her skills, or give her something alternative to do that can be similar, Mordane belittles and insults Arya, unfavorably compares her to Sansa, and lets Sansa and her friends bully Arya. Mordane is a hag and a horrible teacher. I wouldn’t be surprised if she helped Catelyn smear Jon because he is a bastard.

Sorry for the late reply @whitedragonwolf4961

I agree, Septa Mordane is the worst type of teacher. Not only was she incapable of actually teaching a student who was struggling, but she bullied said student. Like you said, she constantly compares Arya and Sansa and continuously calls Arya "wicked", and forces Sansa to be authoritative to Arya instead of doing her job and going to Arya herself to get her to participate when she's wanted/needed which puts a further strain on Arya's and Sansa's relationship. Not only that, but this obviously doesn't just affect Arya. She's a horrible governess and chaperone to Sansa. Like where the fuck was she that day on the Trident when Sansa went off with Joffrey? She should have been chaperoning that date to guard Sansa's virtue. And she got drunk and passed out at the tourney feast leaving Sansa to fend for herself to get back to the Tower of the Hand. She could have been assaulted. And she brought Sansa to hear petitions at court when Ned didn't want Sansa to be there. Like I said before, it's amazing Mordane wasn't fired before she was killed.

And yeah, I fully believe Mordane was one of the reasons why Sansa and Jeyne became such nasty bullies. Obviously when they see an adult bullying someone they are going to think that's okay and to participate in the same behavior. It really makes me wonder what else Mordane has said to Arya. Like was Mordane commenting on Arya's looks as well because she didn't look like a southerner? And yeah, I do think Mordane is partly responsible for how classist and prejudicial Sansa became. Of course Catelyn was a big influence in that as well. Some of Catelyn's biggest faults is her classism and her prejudice against bastards. She's also very in line with the status quo which IMO is so odd because she's pushing Arya to conform at the age of 9 and younger yet she was weaving flower crowns and playing make believe when she was 12 and playing in the mud before that. So yeah, her misogyny is a big fault as well. All of this will naturally rub off on children sometimes. Of course this is no excuse when it comes to Sansa. Yes, she was influenced by Mordane and Catelyn, but considering Arya was also influenced by them and yet didn't in return turn into a classist, prejudiced bully with internalized misogyny should tell us how far influence can go. So I don't excuse Sansa at all when it comes to her being a bully. I don't care if she was "just a child" because so was Arya, yet Arya didn't turn into THAT when she had every reason to retaliate and be the same. I also don't excuse it because Sansa should have realized as she grew how morally wrong it was to hurt others, yet she didn't. Maybe I can understand a small child not knowing better, but not someone on the cusp of adolescence, especially when you could tell Sansa got great pleasure out of hurting Arya.

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Dream Walker [18+] - Teaser

Summary: Namjoon has a secret, a secret that’s about to thrust his entire life into chaos. When he finds himself drawn into a mysterious young woman’s dreams, he realizes just how much danger lurks in the nightmares and just how far he’s willing to go for her.

Rating: 18+

Genre: idol!au, supernatural, thriller, horror, romance, smut, angst, fluff

Pairings: Namjoon x Reader

Status: Ongoing

Warnings: dom!namjoon, switch!reader, slow burn smut, murder, horror, blood, mystery, cursing, mental illness, self harm (but not really), more warnings to be added in later chapters.

Author’s Note: A slight break from SMSOF to release a story that has been in the back of my mind, I’m really excited for this adventure into the supernatural and I hope you all are too! Sorry for any grammar errors, this teaser is pretty unedited. The story will be much more finessed when it is released!

This is all fictional.

Namjoon’s grandmother had always warned him this day would come.

One day you will meet the one for whom you are destined. 

The one who calls out to you from the darkness.

A little girl sat alone engulfed in darkness, the sadness radiating from her tiny form palpable. Harsh scratching noises broke the silence as her little hand moved swiftly across the paper on the table.

He went to sit down in front of her, willing her to look up and meet his gaze. 

“They don’t believe me… nobody ever believes me.” Her broken voice whispered. She sounded so utterly defeated, all he wanted was to gather her in his arms and tell her everything was going to be alright.

“Who doesn’t believe you?” He asked, looking around the barren dreamscape trying to make sense of any of the darkness surrounding them.

She lifted her hand in response, pointing out in the distance where a window suddenly took shape, showing a man and a woman shouting at another man. Their voices were muffled, faces masked in shadows. He could only just make out a few words here and there.

“I would never… my own child… how dare you..”

The voices grew ever louder with each word, the little girl dropping her crayon to cover her ears. She shook her head quickly back and forth, trying to shut out the noise.

The figures grew menacing, soon towering over both of you. The once recognizable forms quickly morphing to now unrecognizable monsters. Tentacles spouted where their arms once were, eyes glowing an unearthly yellow as their mouths opened to reveal numerous pointed teeth.

“Stop it! Stop please! Stop! Stop! Stop!” The little girl cried out, curling in on herself as she began rocking back and forth. 

He moved quickly to shield the little girl, the minute his hand touched her back he found himself flung backwards.

The little girl stood from her seat, suddenly growing in height until a woman now stood in her place. Her eyes were filled with anger and determination as she stood unwavering in the face of the monsters she had dreamt.

Her scream suddenly pierced the air shattering the dream as a bright light engulfed her form.

“NO MORE!!!”

Namjoon jolted up from bed, sweat coating his body as he hunched over just barely managing to keep his dinner down. He clutched at his chest, willing his frantically beating heart to calm down.

What the fuck was that?

He’d never walked unintentionally into a strangers dream before. Maybe when he was learning to control his powers as a child. But as an adult, he was able to fully control who’s dreams he decided to visit and when.

Reaching up to wipe his forehead he noticed a piece of paper in his hand. He stared frozen in shock at the object come to reality. He didn’t even remember grabbing onto the drawing she had been scribbling. Hell, he wasn’t even aware he was able to bring things back from the dreamscape.

Turning the paper over to inspect the drawing, he dropped it as if it burned him. The paper was almost completely covered in black, except for two piercing red eyes staring hauntingly back at him. Eyes that looked eerily alive.

What would cause a child...

He paused, remembering how the little girl had changed before his very eyes into a woman. It wasn’t something he hadn’t seen before, people frequently dreamt of themselves at different ages. What had shaken him was the look on her face.

What would cause a woman to create such a nightmare?