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silenzahra · 1 month ago

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Yayyy I'm so glad that I could surprise my beloved bro!! 😁🥰 Anything for you, remember? 🫂🫂 I'd stay up late for you again, and needless to say I would've done it too if I had had to get up earlier than usual this morning 🥰

I couldn't be happier that you liked it!! You've drawn for me so many times already, and I wanted to properly thank you for all of it 🥹 As I mentioned, I got myself emotional while typing the ask, precisely because of the many memories linked to each piece 🥰 I'm deeply grateful, and I just can't believe that you still want to do it again in the future!! 🥹🥹 You seriously pamper me, bro 🫂❤️💚

Hehe I know about the Luaisy drawing, and I 100% agree that Daisy in that outfit was the perfect partner for Gondolier Luigi!! 🥹🥹 Still, I remember that all this started because I fell in love with Gondolier Luigi and I teased you about drawing him, so the fact that you actually drew him and added Daisy in that beautiful dress only made it even more special to me 🥹🥹 Besides, bro, you tagged me. That made it automatically MINE, and only mine, mwehehehe 😈 (just kidding hehe 🤭)

Also, I know you're not some romance hater lol 😆 I'm just aware romance isn't your favorite thing, so the fact that you're still willing to draw some romantic pieces from time to time, especially for your friends, only makes me value and appreciate it even more 🥰

Aaaaand I may or may not have MORE ideas to write about Violet in the future after my latest story... and that certainly includes a certain comic based on Boma's idea that I not only love, but find quite inspiring 🤭😁

Awww bro, I totally wasn't expecting for you to also list the stories that I've written for you so far 🥹🥹 You're just so sweet!! I'm seriously thrilled that you enjoyed both your birthday presents, and I really loved writing them!! You deserve stories born from your art, so it truly was a pleasure to work with your wonderful pieces to create a fic just for you 🥰🥰 And I had a blast writing Mario's POV as you requested, hehe 😁😁 I'm glad that I could go a bit further with this one and, thus, surprise you. In case it wasn't obvious, I just love surprising you, hehe 🤭🥰

Oh... I see what you mean and I definitely feel At peace differently now, more special and significant. It's just great that it helped us both heal... We certainly needed some serenity that you so perfectly portrayed in your piece, and I'm so glad and grateful that it made me feel like writing the brothers again. Isn't it amazing how we were twinning back then too? 🥰🤝

Music definitely makes everything better 😁🎶 As you know, I headcanon that it's very important both for the Mario Brothers and for Luigi and Daisy as a couple. And your piece just screamed music to me. I always love writing them and I'm doubly grateful to you, bro: for making such a beautiful piece of them together and for how inspiring it was for me 🥰

Awwww 🥹🥹🫂🫂 You're my dear bro, so of course I had to write a little something with Mario and Luigi that was only for you, and I'm especially happy that I could make you feel better with it 🥰 I'm so glad that I could accompany it with a drawing!! Only the best for my beloved twin 🫂❤️

I seriously LOVED writing Follow Me. As I told you, right from the very first time that you showed me the song, I could hear Luigi singing to Violet and even see him cradling her lovingly in his arms. This story was just bound to exist and it warms my heart so much that it was so special to you, my twin. I'm just so touched that me including the lyrics in the fic felt so magical for you 🥹🫂

Hmmm so you've made 11 (10 if we don't include the Luaisy one) drawings for me while I've written 6 stories for you... 🤔 Looks like I have to get down to work to even things out!! 😎 Still, I'm so glad that I've been able to do this for you, as I seriously am beyond grateful for all the times you've done it for me 🥰🫂

Awww of course, my dear bro 🥹🫂 Always there for you, you know it. Through thick and thin ❤️💚 I love you too, my beloved and amazing spiritual twin brother!!

You stayed up late for me last night, I stay up late for you tonight 😌❤️

My dear bro, I would just like to take some time to properly thank you for every single time you've drawn art for me 🥹 You've done it so many times already and you keep gracing me with your art, and I'm so moved and grateful!! Starting with the AMAZING fanart that you made for Anything for him, and not just one chapter but the THREE of them. Oh my God, I still remember how touched and surprised I was when I first saw these three wonderful drawings and how well they encapsulate the story 🥹🥹 Needless to say I immediately fell in love with your art, my beloved twin 💚❤️

Then you invaded my inbox for the first time, and you did so with an adorable drawing of my baby girl Violet riding Polterpup, which is still among my most favorite pieces from you 🥹🥹 It was your first time drawing my girl, with her little buns and her purple pjs, and I was just so melted… 💜 And you even said you dropped every WIP that you'd been working on just to draw her!!! I just felt so honored and privileged 😭🫂

For your second time coming to my inbox, you drew my boy Luigi bringing a chocolate cake for my birthday and I swear it was the best thing ever!! 😄 He was soooo cute, and the cake looked delicious 😋🎂 Literally two of my favorite things put together!! I still treasure this drawing dearly 💚

Not long afterwards you did something even greater… You turned Boma's idea about my girl Violet into a comic. My dear bro… I know it wasn't my idea, but the fact that you were inspired to make a comic featuring my OC had me over the freaking MOON. Seriously, it was so damn AWESOME. I still can't get over how adorable you drew Violet, with those big blue eyes of her and her little smile 🥹🥹 I still have to write something inspired by that comic someday 💜

But you still weren't done with my little girl!! First you sent to my inbox your doodle of Fire Violet as I told you this is her favorite power-up, and I know it's yours too 😁 You certainly brightened my day!! But then after asking me, you also colored her and I swear I'm just so in LOVE with the colors and the pose and everything!!! Fire Violet also needs to appear in a story at some point, and OF COURSE I shall be using your lovely drawing as inspo 🔥💜

Later on you graced yet another one of my fanfics with your astounding talent. Bro, I can't get tired of seeing the wonderful piece you made for Keeping you warm to celebrate its first anniversary. I just love how well you captured the essence of the story, the brotherly love, the Dreambeats, Mount Pajamaja, Dreambert and Starlow being so concerned… It's brilliant. Genius. PERFECT. As you know it remained as my phone wallpaper for a LONG time. It's that amazing 👌🏻👏🏻

One of the drawings that moved me the most DEFINITELY has to be the one you sent to my inbox a month ago. You just put so much love and care into your Cheerleader Bros… It's the sweetest thing ever that you drew them as a way of encouraging me with my studies, but then the fact that you put them in yellow and purple outfits because you remembered how I said that I LOVE how well those two colors go together, and with my name printed on their top parts… Mugi, I swear that I'm getting emotional just as I type this 🥹🥹🥹 Seriously, you're so sweet and caring, and I'm so lucky to have you 🫂❤️💚 Needless to say that your adorable Cheerleader Bros remain as my phone lockscreen and I have no intention of replacing them any time soon 🤭💜💛

But then a few days later you still drew something more for me: an adorable scene of Luigi and Daisy wearing two of my favorite (if not MY favorite) outfits from MKW 🥹🥹🥹 I know very well you're not into romance and shipping, so please let me make it VERY clear that I deeply appreciate and value that you did this just so that I could see them together in these outfits. I'm just so glad that I could write something for it, which, on the other hand, was inevitable 🤭 I certainly got my wish and more!! 🫂 And it actually remained as my phone wallpaper until yesterday, hehe 🤭💚🧡

And then we get to my beautiful and adorable profile pic!! 😄👏🏻 Oh gosh, I still get so giddy every time that I see it!! It was such an HONOR that you drew my beloved Bookworm Luigi with his roses and, of course, his doggo Polty to celebrate Book Day 🥹📚 He's so lost in his book and he's just sooooooo cute 📖🌹 I love it dearly!! 💚

Of course I can't forget about our little art exchange from a couple of weeks ago 😄 I'm just so happy and honored that you liked the little drawing and fic that I sent to your inbox, and I swear I squealed when I saw the adorable doodle you responded to me with!! I know I'm no artist but it was just SO AMAZING to have an art exchange with one of my favorite artists AND my beloved spiritual brother 🥹💚❤️

And last but not least… Just last night you made such a beautiful and touching drawing to go with my last story!! First of all: it was such an honor and a pleasure to write something inspired by your favorite band, and even more so to know that you loved and enjoyed it so much!! Finding your PRECIOUS drawing in your reblog was such an unexpected and touching surprise 🥹🥹🥹 I just can't get over the way Luigi holds his little girl in his arms, with his hand caressing her hair while he sings to her, and the loving look he's giving her simply MELTS my heart. He's such a loving father… And I see how he's doing some sort of forehead touch with his baby girl. So damn TENDER 🥹💚💜

As for Violet… Mugi, I am in LOVE with the way you draw my girl. She seriously looks so precious and cute every single time that you draw her, and her sweet nature is clearly visible in her expression. I just love seeing her so snuggled up in her dad's arms and how she slowly falls asleep as the song goes on. She looks so serene… and so peaceful, lulled by her dad's voice. You really make me wanna hold her myself 🥹💜

If I counted correctly, it's been a total of eleven times that you've drawn art for me/inspired by my ideas. Mugi, my bro… How can I even start to thank you??? Just, wow. I swear I'm beyond touched right now 🥲 You not only look after me as the AMAZING twin brother that you are, but also spoil me with your impressive talent. I'm just happy that I've been able to write for you many times, be it short stories that I share when I reblog your wonderful pieces or longer fics to go with your art.

But seriously… thank you. I'm very aware of the lucky gal that I am. As well as extremely blessed for having you in my life. I swear the fact that you ✨exist✨ is enough to warm my heart and put a smile on my face, but then you come and do all this for me and more and, just, wow. I never know how to properly thank you. I always feel you deserve more than I'm able to express.

Still, I hope this ask could put a smile on your face and was somehow proof enough of how grateful I am for every single time you've made art for me and, in general, for being your spiritual twin sister. Having you in my life is a pure delight. Thank you so much for everything, bro. I love you ❤️💚

Eheheheheh, oh my, I did not expect to find an ask like this in my inbox all of a sudden. Zahra, you're so incredibly sweet🥹🥰 *checks the time* Also, wow, you sure stayed up VERY late. I hope you could sleep in today.

What an awesome way to celebrate all of the art I've made for you so far. Such a nice compilation, and so many good memories related to each of these pieces. I love creating for other people and seeing that you love my art for you or inspired by your ideas makes me happy😄❤️ Here's to many more of such artworks in the future!

I must say though, that Luaisy drawing wasn't romantic just for you - I really did think that Daisy in that dress would be a great companion for Gondolier Luigi, and that it would be fitting to make it a gondola date. I may not be much into romance, but I'm not some big romance hater, either😆 And if it's a pairing already established in canon, then I am willing to draw it every once in a while😁 That being said, I'm glad I could surprise you with that doodley little piece as I know how much you love Luaisy. And that it even inspired you to write something for it🥰

And... did you just say you'd like to write something based on my comic adaptation of Boma's idea?👀 Ohhhh...

Speaking of which, as a thanks for all the times you've written something for me/inspired by my art and ideas, let me compile all of the stories so far:

Without him - what a way to start the list, huh?😄 The story inspired by my Luigi's Mansion alternate ending and the art He's-a Gone I created for it, as well as my beaten up Mario for the expression challenge. An amazing birthday gift and and amazing fic.

An electrical aura (Mario's POV) - another amazing birthday gift which was actually requested by me, and you sure delivered! More than I dared to ask for, in fact😁 Great stuff.

A peaceful break - a lovely short story you wrote inspired by my art At Peace. That one is very touching and meaningful to me as it was the moment you felt comfortable and inspired to write about the Mario Bros. again after all hell broke loose in March. Come to think of it, it was also the first fanart I decided to post since then, so you could say it was an important healing moment for us both☺️ Anyway, I love how you captured the serenity I was trying to portray (and will into existence).

A new song - the story you wrote based on the aforementioned Luaisy drawing🥰 It was pretty sweet with all the singing! Music makes everything better, right?😄

Bro - a cute and comforting story (plus a drawing!) you completely surprised me with by sending it as and ask, which was so, so sweet btw🥹 It's so touching that you wrote it to make me feel better. You really are the best, my twin💚

Follow Me - an absolutely precious father-daughter story starring Luigi and Violet. Inspired by one of the first Muse songs I introduced you to. It means a lot to me that you were inspired by my favorite band, as well as the fact that you decided to gift me this story on AO3, which I didn't expect at all🥰 As I told you before, it was so magical to see the lyrics in your writing!

I hope I'm not forgetting anything🤔 But as you can see, it's already quite a lot! 6 stories already🤯 In the span of what, two months? Wow. Thank you so much for all of them, sis!

And thank you for this touching and sweet ask, too. And everything else you've done for me. You are the best spiritual twin sister ever, and I love you!❤️💚

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bonky-n-steeb · 4 years ago

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call me when you want (v)

summary || when you call a sex hotline with a need to be dominated you don’t expect to meet (or hear) someone as wonderful as James. but your life becomes a complicated mess as you already love your coworker, Bucky Barnes. however, you are unaware that they are actually the same person.

warnings || BDSM, Dom! Bucky Barnes, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, identity porn, kissing, cuddling. SMUT. ANGST. FLUFF. (the holy trinity). MINORS DNI.

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I decided to make it not very angsty. Thank you for giving so much love to this series. I just hope you guys like this ;)

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It was like a dream.

Waking up in the tight embrace of Bucky and basking in his heat, was just as cozy as you had thought. Laying your head back on his bicep, you just stared at him.

He looked so calm and relaxed. All the tension and the alertness he always carried seemed to have been wiped off of his face. That ever creased eyebrow of his was for once relaxed.

His shapely lips were slightly open and you traced them with your pointer finger. You squealed with surprise as his teeth teasingly closed around your finger.

His eyes were now open and he had a playful smirk on his face. He took your fingers further in and started sucking it. “I really thought I was gonna lose my finger for a minute there.”

“Then you shouldn’t have put it in the mouth of the wolf.” He said releasing your finger with a pop. His voice was thick and groggy and the soft smile on his face made you want to never leave this bed.

You just chuckled at his bad joke and lazily started trailing your finger on his body. After drawing nonsensical patterns on his chest, you ran your finger on his pierced nipple.

“Does this actually increase the sensitivity?” You purposely dug your fingernail in and he hissed with more pleasure than pain. “Yes.” His voice was a breathy sigh.

To soothe the hurt, you attached your lips to his nipple and shamelessly flicked the barbell with your tongue. “Fuck yes!” Bucky groaned and you felt his chest rumble.

Though you were quite relaxed with Bucky and enjoying your time together, something entirely else was going inside your head.

All these past days you had been talking to James, you had either been extremely nervous or very horny for you to pay real attention to his voice and mannerism.

When you had picked up Bucky’s phone that morning and thought it to be James, his voice had been the exact same. Also it was none other than Nat who had given you the number. That nipple piercing was identical too.

And whenever you asked Bucky, he always diverted the question and never answered properly. You were too shy to directly ask him, but if he was indeed who you were thinking him to be, then he must’ve got exactly what you were asking.

All these things only led to one thing, James was Bucky.

Bucky’s hands were now roaming all over your body, squeezing your ass as you licked his pecs. You let go of the nipple with a pop and admired how it shone in the sunlight due to your spit.

“I was thinking we should take a shower.” You said laying your head on his chest. “Hmmm. I would take a shower if you join me.” His breath was ghosting on your nose and tickling you.

“I’ll join you in a minute.” You kissed his cheek before getting off of him. “Fine. I’ll make sure the water’s the right temperature till then.” He walked out of the bed and into the bathroom and you admired his ass all the way.

Once he was inside and you heard the shower running, you quickly searched for your phone through the mess of your clothes. Going through the contact list, you dialled James’ number.

You waited with baited breath and you gasped the moment it started ringing. Because you could clearly hear the ringtone of a phone going off in your own house.

Bucky’s brand new smartphone was still lying on your bedside table and it wasn’t the one ringing. You were sure if it was Bucky he’d use another phone for this purpose.

So you followed the sound of the ringing coming from the pile of clothes and you picked up his suit after realising where the sound was coming from.

You searched its inside pockets only to find a burner phone. What shattered you more was your name clearly visible as the username as the phone rang. He knew it was you.

You didn’t know whether to feel shocked or stupid. You should’ve known it was Bucky as literally everything was pointing in his direction, but no. You had chosen to be blind.

“Hey! You’re coming in?” You heard Bucky call for you but you were unable to move or respond. When you didn’t answer, Bucky peaked his head out only to see you staring at the burner phone.

“Fuck.” He cursed and returned inside to wrap a towel around himself before coming out. You were still staring at his phone and Bucky’s body was covered in cold sweat fearing your reaction.

“It’s not like it looks. But I’m sorry.” Bucky had learned a long time ago, that it was always better to apologise when one was wrong. You just snickered sarcastically and looked up to see him.

“Did you do it on purpose? Like did you and Natasha plan this whole thing out to make an idiot out of me?” You hadn’t even realised till now that tears were running down your cheeks.

“No doll. It’s nothing like that. I swear. I had no idea it was you when I answered the first call, but then I heard your voice and I knew it was you.” His voice was filled with hurt.

He was flushed from head to toe and his eyes were so sad, you wanted to hold to him close and wrap him in your arms and keep him away from all the problems.

You just couldn’t stop loving him, could you?

“So Natasha didn’t tell you?” You continued when he vehemently shook his head. “So when you identified me why didn’t you tell me it was you?

It’s not like I didn’t ask. I asked you like twice if you were James, but you diverted the topic every single time.” Bucky was still partially naked and it was highly distracting.

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want this to happen. I didn’t want you to lose your trust in me. If I had told you back then you would’ve stopped talking with me and I didn’t want that.

I know I was selfish and I know I shouldn’t have kept you in the dark, but what else was I supposed to do? You don’t talk much with me while working, it’s always just hello, good morning and that’s all.

I get you those small gifts so that you would at least say something more than thank you, and, that was so kind of you. And do you know how difficult it is to see someone you love not pay attention to you?”

You just stood in stunned silence as Bucky ended up blurting everything out in the heat of the moment. You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. Did he just say he loved you?

“Don’t just look at me like that. You’re scaring me, say something.” You shrugged before clearing your throat. “Do you really love me?” He rolled his eyes at your question.

“If it wasn’t clear from all of this, yes. I love you. And I just don’t know why you can’t see it.” You took in a deep breath to collect all your scattered thoughts.

“Bucky I,.. I love you too. It’s just that I never thought you would even want someone like me. And I didn’t want to hurt myself by keeping false expectations.” You looked at your feet unable to see him in the eyes.

“And by someone like you, you mean someone who is gorgeous, talented, beautiful, smart, kind, wonderful and an amazing person. I mean only an idiot wouldn’t fall for you.”

You couldn’t help but smile brightly at Bucky’s description of you. “And you know, this is why I fell in love with you. You’re like the perfect combination of sweet and spicy.” You said chuckling to yourself.

You just stared at each other with adoration and love sparkling in both of your eyes before Bucky spoke up. “Can I hug you?” You nodded enthusiastically and motioned him to come closer.

When you hugged you, his scent permeated your senses and you tucked your head in the crook of his neck. Pushing yourself on tip toes, you pulled him in for a sweet kiss.

“Don’t ever lie to me again.” Your faces were close enough that you could see the specks in the blue pools of his eyes. “I won’t. I promise.”

Neither you nor him tried to part from the embrace. “It’s just… so much is going in my head right now. I don’t know what to do.” He kissed your forehead and you preened at the softness of the gesture.

“I know an excellent way to make you forget about everything else.” His hands sensually travelled to your ass and squeezed it. You playfully hit Bucky on his shoulder.

“You literally have only one thing on your mind don’t you? And I haven’t yet forgiven you Mr. James Barnes.” He smirked and pulled you closer to him. “In my defence, I’d like to say two things. First, it’s not my fault. It’s solely Natasha’s doing.”

“No it’s not. If it wasn’t for her we’d still be two idiots who didn’t communicate.” You said defending your best friend. “Okay okay. You’re right. Also, from now on we are going to talk to each other about how we feel. Okay doll?”

“Yes Bucky. But what’s the second thing?” After this serious sentence, the next words that spilled out of his mouth were wildly unexpected or probably you should’ve known better by now.

“The second thing is,..” he bent lower to whisper the next words in your ear, and slightly nipped at your earlobe, “I’m gonna make you cum till you forgive me baby doll.”

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thefriskypanda · 4 years ago

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Heyyyyy i head that ur new to Tumblr nice to meet you and I hope u enjoy the experience love❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

I was wondering if I could get Zoro with a fem crewmate who have to hide from marines and Zoro pulls them into small tight space. When zoro looks down at reader he could see her breast being pressed up against his chest and he can't control him self.

I hope this makes sense if not I can send it again

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Gaaaaaaaaaah~ I really enjoyed writing this one, I may have gotten a bit carried away, hehe

warnings: again, this contains a female reader, kissing. The following is under the cut: a bit of nipple play, fingering, and sex in a small space.

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Enjoy!

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Today started off like it usually would when the ship docked on an island. Part of the crew was in charge of gathering supplies, another was in charge of watching over the ship. You, on the other hand, had one of the most important tasks: looking after Zoro so he doesn’t get lost in case you needed to run.

The first few times he absolutely hated it, feeling that he was being treated like a child. But after spending most of the time in land with you and realising that you were genuinely worried about his well being, he warmed up to you and accepted your company whenever he was wandering around.

You two were talking inside a blacksmith shop about whether you should choose a single sword or a double handed one to defend yourself better, just in case you were left alone at any point. In any case, he promised to train you himself, not only to make sure you learnt how to fight properly, but it also served as an excuse to spend more time together.

When you finally decided and walked out of the shop, weapon in its case resting on your back, you heard a faint yell in the distance.

“The Strawhats are around here, search for them!”

The voice came exactly from the nearest path to the port, leaving you with no other choice than to grab Zoro’s hand and run in the opposite direction. He simply stared at you with an almost invisible blush on his face, not questioning your lead. Until he felt a presence coming from the front. With no other choice, he pulled you into an alleyway that came into view. Unfortunately, there was no way out, a simple door in front of you was your only option. Your companion grabbed your forearm, “Come here” he said quickly and pulled the door open, pushing you inside.

Your back met with a few wooden boxes that were neatly arranged in piles while Zoro closed the door behind him. He put his hand on the crate behind you and closed his eye, trying to listen if the Marines had followed you.

There were voices right outside your hiding spot, prompting you to hold your breath and tightly close your eyes. The swordsman noticed your body going stiff against him, looking down with the intention of asking if you were okay, but he realized just how close the two of you were.

Your body was brushing his own, he could easily feel the warmth radiating from you, and even if he wanted to, he couldn’t ignore the fact that your breasts were pressed against his chest. The softness of your mounds felt good against his hard muscles, enough to make his legs tremble.

A gentle “are you okay, Zoro?” broke his haze, bringing his eyes up to look at your own, stopping briefly at your lips. He sneaked his arm around your waist, pressing you two even more. You felt something poking at your center. “Wha- wait... ” you couldn’t form proper sentences, blood rushed to your cheeks at the realisation of what it was.

When you were about to question him about his strange behaviour, he grabbed your hair with his other hand and sealed your lips in a passionate kiss, pushing your body against the hard wooden crate, your forgotten sword digging into your back. You gently put your arms on his shoulders, gripping on his clothes, overwhelmed by the sensual way his lips were moving. A bunch of emotions exploded, neither of you wanted to let go, not wanting for this moment to end.

The silence of the small storage room was filled with gasps and moans as his mouth explored your neck with intense adoration, sucking and licking wherever he could while his hands roughly squeezed your hips, grinding against them, trying to get some friction.

Low grunts rumbled in his throat at the pleasing sensation, but it wasn’t enough. Your sultry voice caught his attention, making him stop his movements, thinking about a solution for the new problem at hand.

“Hmmm, no. This won’t do” He said as he grabbed your hips with one arm. You shot him a questioning glance as he easily lifted your legs from the ground and pressed you even more against the hard surface. “Z-zoro!” you gasped. “What are you doing now?”. His free hand grabbed the hem of your shirt, tugging it down gently. “I can’t go back to the ship like this, wanna help me?” His eye was fixed on your face, all his movements stopped. Soon you realized that he was asking you permission to touch you. He didn’t want to hurt you when he got to the main act.

You brought your lips together, giving him a short, deep kiss while you wrapped your legs around his middle. A simple “Do as you wish” made Zoro immediately bring your left breast out of its confinement. Lifting your body a bit further up, he leaned down and started planting butterfly kisses from your mouth, all the way down your neck, chest, and stopped at your hardening nipple, giving it a few tentative licks before engulfing his mouth around it, alternating between swirling his tongue and sucking. The sensation made you feel an increasing tingle on your lower stomach, not noticing that his hand was traveling through your side, tenderly caressing your body, before opening your shorts and sliding them along with your panties through only one of your legs, letting the dangle on the other one.

He gently caressed your clit, drawing a sharp breath out of your lungs. His movements were controlled at first, but he easily lost his patience, driving him to let go of your nipple to watch your expression as he fastened his pace, inserting his middle and ring finger at the same time, curling them up at the right angle. It all felt so amazing, that your orgasm crashed down on your body, juices spilling on the floor under you while you tried to muffle your moans by biting your lower lip.

“The best part is yet to come” Zoro whispered in your ear, giving it a soft bite before grabbing his throbbing member and positioning it at your entrance. He slowly pushed in, engrossed at how deliciously hot and wet your pussy felt. You decided to bite his shoulder as he started to rock his hips into you, desperately trying to hide the lewd noises that resonated in your throat.

You could feel the rumble in his chest as he groaned, too lost into you to think of anything else than how good you felt, completely wrapped around him, as you also thought of him.

He immediately pulled out as his own orgasm arrived, cumming on your stomach, a few droplets joined your juices on the floor.

For a short moment, you could only hear your agitated respiration, but his husky voice broke the silence. “I think we are ready to go now. Can’t feel those marines with my haki anymore.”

He let you stand on your own, allowing you to balance yourself on him as you awkwardly put your shorts back on.

You felt a relief as a fresh wave of air entered the small room when he opened the door to peek outside, just to be sure that it was completely safe to go out. Before heading out, he turned back to you and kissed you once again. “We’re not done, but we better head back to the ship”.

Sudden heat crept its way to your face at his words, but with a smile, you nodded and grabbed his hand to lead him. “Sure, I could use some ‘training’ with you”.

Later at the Thousand Sunny, everyone wondered why you two were so eager to go to the Crow’s Nest, but innocently dismissed it when they saw your new weapon, oblivious at your intertwined hands.

#roronoa zoro x reader #one piece zoro #zoro x reader #zoro smut #roronoa zoro x reader smut #zoro x reader smut

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illfoandillfie · 4 years ago

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Kinktober Day 4: Bimbofication + Cockwarming

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Pairing: Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

Words: 3,164

Warnings: Bimbofication/intelligence play, hypnosis/trance state, cockwarming

A/N: This fic is very much set in my Future Management universe though I think you could get away with not having read the others. I’ve missed writing these two tbh and then I saw that one of the prompts for day 4 was bimbofication and decided it was a good enough excuse to get back to them. But I also really loved the second prompt for day 4, cockwarming, so decided to mix the two together!

After the long week you’d both been dealing with, you and Roger were glad to have a weekend to yourselves to relax. You’d spent too many nights out at various political functions, lobbying politicians and trying to convince the wealthy elite to donate to your cause. It was frustrating though and despite the numerous late nights and all your best efforts, it didn’t feel like you’d got particularly far. Roger had returned to the studio that week to begin recording Queen’s next album, so he was having a better time than you had been, though by all accounts everyone had been a little on edge as the week drew to a close. He’d come home complaining about how snippy everyone had been and how little progress they’d made that day. It was nice just to curl up on the couch together and zone out in front of the telly, not least because recently you’d barely found time to just be together without interruptions. It wasn’t a problem exactly, and you’d known you’d have patches like that when you first started seeing each other, but the lack of intimacy and physical affection created by your busy schedules did take its toll. So, on Friday night, Roger took great joy in turning off the alarm clock, deciding you could both use a lie in. You were too exhausted to even suggest anything more than talking before you went to sleep, but Roger made sure he was spooning you as you settled down, holding you tight. 

Roger was still asleep as you woke, carefully detangling yourself so you could tiptoe to the bathroom, but he offered you a sleepy grin when you came back.  “Sorry, did I wake you?” “Maybe a little. Thought we were going to lie in.” He pouted at you as if you’d betrayed him.  “I had to pee!” you laughed, “But I’m all for lying in now.”  Roger chuckled along with you as he beckoned you over, encouraging you to lay your head on his chest as you snuggled back up. His hand found yours, softly tracing the length of your fingers as he sighed happily.  “I missed this,” he half whispered, pulling your hand up so he could kiss your knuckles.  You hummed in agreement. For someone who’d not been in the habit of sharing your bed or encouraging physical contact, you’d certainly gotten used to Roger’s touch. He’d thoroughly converted you as the relationship became more serious, made you see how nice it was to be held, how comforting his hand in yours could be. And you had missed it over the last week when there’d not seemed to be enough time for those soft, quiet moments with him. You’d sat next to uninterested politicians who nodded politely at what you said but never offered anything useful, and thought about how nice it’d be to feel Roger kiss your temple or squeeze your thigh. And then your mind had taken it further, reminding you how warm you got when his weight was over you, how it felt to fill your lungs with his breath and to taste him on your lips. You shifted at the idea and realised you weren’t the only one who wanted more than just to relax. Scooting away from Roger so you could better face him, you began to suggest you could maybe slip down under the covers and help him get properly excited, but before you got more than a few syllables out he was talking about a different idea. “So, I’ve been thinking about something I thought might be fun to try with my bimbo doll.” “Oh?” You weren’t entirely sure how you felt about that. On one hand you loved when Roger turned you brainless and cock-crazed, how fun it was and how freeing. But this was the first time you’d really been able to be together in a little while. What did it say about the state of your relationship or his opinion of you, if he’d prefer your bimbo alter ego over the real you, “You want her?” “Not necessarily right now,” he said, rubbing his knuckles softly against your cheek, “Not if you don’t want to. I’m happy staying like this with you all day.” “Don’t pretend you don’t want to fuck. I want to fuck.” Roger laughed, “Oh I definitely want to fuck. I’m just saying I’d be perfectly happy fucking beautiful, brainy, you, instead of the slutty idiot.” You couldn’t help but smile at that. “But it’s something I’ve thought about quite a lot. And I think it’d be kind of perfect for such a lazy morning.” “Okay.” you said, thinking about it more, “I’m not entirely opposed to the whole bimbo thing. It might actually be nice to be a bit brainless, maybe even make it a bit easier to relax. Y’know, sort of keep me focused on enjoying the moment and really feeling everything. So why don’t you just tell me what the idea is and then I’ll know how up for it I am right now.” “Hmmm. I thought maybe it could be a surprise. But don’t worry, it’s something we’ve done before. I’m just curious how she’d react to being made to do it.” “Being made to?” you asked, raising your eyebrows in disbelief, “Is this something I like?” “Oh yeah, definitely. Believe me, we’ve done this a few times before. Usually, it’s less part of sex and more to do with the aftercare or the foreplay.” You tried to think of what he meant but nothing came to mind that fit the description. It was intriguing though. And you trusted Roger, you knew he wouldn’t take advantage or force you to do something you wouldn't normally do. If he said you enjoyed it then you must enjoy it usually. Roger waited to see how you’d react. “Nothing to lose?” “Nothing to lose.” He said with a smile, “I promise it’ll be fun, love.” “Okay, let’s do it. I’m insanely curious. But also, sometime later today or tonight, we’re going to have regular, non-bimbo, sex.” “Anything you want. You ready?”

You nodded and instantly felt Roger draw you back down so you were within easier reach. His fingers trailed lightly over your arms as he began to talk you down. You relaxed into the moment, letting his voice wash over you as his touch created goosebumps over your skin. As you closed your eyes your breathing began to soften and you felt the familiar drowsiness settle into your mind. Roger did his usual improvisation, making sure you knew how dumb you were, how easily confused and hopelessly idiodic you were. He made you understand that you couldn’t understand half of what he said, that you were just a giggly dummy who needed his help. And then, when he was sure you had gone brainless, he told you how horny you were. How all you could think about was his cock in every one of your holes, how desperately you ached for him, how being filled by him was your one goal in life. The only thing you needed or wanted. And how the longer you waited the hornier you got. He told you about being desperate and wet and you felt yourself grow desperate and wet as he said it though you couldn’t remember the word desperate. You tried you but just came up blank. The only world you could think of was cock. It flashed in your mind like a neon sign and just the thought of that word alone made your mouth water and you cunt ache. You shifted, trying to rub your legs together, able to feel the slick forming between them as your stomach tightened with need. And then he told you one word, a simple word. No. He explained that every time he told you no, it was guaranteed to compound the horny desperation you felt. “What’s co-com- ummm, com-pound?” You asked, confusedly. “It means the feeling will get stronger. When I say no, you’ll get even hornier. Understand?” “Yes,” you sighed, content now that he’d explained the hard word.

By the time you blinked your eyes open, all you knew was that you wanted his cock. It was your very first thought and the first thing you said. Roger looked at you, smiling, and greeted you. A pleasant, “Hi,” that made you feel warm and happy. You’d smiled back, “Can I please have your cock Sir?” That made Roger laugh, “No baby. That’s now what I want to do right now.” Hearing him say that just made you want it more though. “Please Sir? I could suck it for you. I really really really want to suck your cock.” “No, I don’t think I want that either.” You whined softly, “I promise I’m reallllllly good at it and I love sucking cock so much.” “No. What else could you do instead?” “Ummm,” it was hard to think, hard to remember anything beyond how horny you were, “Maybe I could ride you?” “Hmmm, no.” You groaned and clenched your hands into fists for a second as a bolt of energy ran through you, “Can I wank you?” “No, baby, not that either.” “Please Sir?” “No.” The bolt of energy ran through you again and you stomped your foot against the mattress to relieve some of the pressure. “Keep suggesting things,” Roger grinned, “Maybe one of them might interest me.” You scrunched your face up in concentration, trying to think of something Roger might like, “What about if you fucked me? I’d be so good and I’d stay so still and you could use my pussy and cum in me and-” “No. No I don’t want that either.” “But Siiiiiiir,” you whined, “You always tell me to take your cock!” “Do I?” “Yes!” you giggled, wondering how he could have forgotten, “You always say how good it feels in me.” “I s’pose that’s true.” “So can I have your cock now?” “No.” You whined and pouted but Roger didn’t budge. “I’ll tell you what. Let’s start with taking your clothes off.” “Okay Sir.” you nodded, giggling again at the idea, hoping it would lead to having one of your holes filled. “Well go on then. Shirt off first, good girl.” You rolled yourself off the bed and quickly began tearing off the pyjamas you were wearing, feeling hot as Roger’s gaze dragged over the newly exposed skin. “Now undress me.” You couldn't help but laugh as you crawled across the bed to reach him. He’d slept without a shirt so all you had to worry about were his flannel PJ pants and underwear pulling them down his legs one at a time. As his underwear came down your eyes fell to his cock, revealed inch by inch. You felt saliva pool in your mouth and had to resist the urge to lean forward and taste him. “Can I touch you Sir?” you asked quietly, almost holding your breath as you waited for his answer. “No.” “Please?” you asked again, frustrated. Roger didn’t understand how bad you wanted it, how much you needed him. “I’ll do anything Sir, whatever you want.” “No.” With an impatient groan you threw yourself onto your stomach, beating your fists and feet against the mattress. It was the only way to relieve the energy and pressure building inside you. But Roger just laughed, “Awww, is Dummy gonna have a tantrum? That’s not going to change my mind. My answer is still no.” You whined and kicked your legs again, your pussy throbbing with how empty it was. “You’re such a desperate slut, aren’t you Dummy.” Roger laughed again, “So maybe....” You looked up excited and hopeful. “I might decide to fuck you. Pin you down, fill you hard and deep and cum in you as many times as I can manage. Just to shut your whining up.” You scrambled back to your knees and nodded happily, reaching to wrap your hand around Roger’s cock. He slapped you away, “I said might, Dummy. That’s still a no. You’ll have to show me you deserve it. You’ll have to be a good bimbo doll and do everything I say. Can you do that?” You whined but agreed you could. He didn’t need to make you promise to follow his orders. You’d have done that anyway. You’d have done anything he asked, anything to make him feel happy and pleased.

“Sit up, hands behind your back. Show me your cunt.” You scrambled to do as he asked, smiling proudly when he hummed at the sight of your spread legs and wrapped his fist around the base of his cock. “You’re so wet Dummy. How’d that happen?” You giggled again, “I told you I want you Sir.” “Guess I didn’t realise how much,” Your gaze fell to his hand and your breath caught as you watched him slowly stroke his length, stiffening more the longer your eyes were fixed on him. It just made everything worse. You couldn’t seem to drag your eyes away, nearly panting with desire. Wanting to touch yourself almost as much as you wanted to touch him. “Oh you are desperate. I can see your cunt clenching around thin air and you’ve got drool on your chin. You don’t even care which hole I use.” You shook your head. Whatever he wanted would make you happy because it’d make him happy. “I could keep telling you no.” A whimper slipped from your lips and you felt your pussy pulse with need. “But maybe I’ll be generous. Lie down here, next to me. Good girl, now turn onto your side. No, other side, facing away from me. That’s right.” “What are you doing Sir?” you asked over the creaking of the bed frame as Roger shifted around behind you. He didn’t answer though, just pressed himself against your back. You could feel his hard length being directed to your slit and you changed the position of your legs to make it easier for him. “Good girl,” he said softly, his breath warm against your bare skin. You moaned at the feeling of him moving between your legs, waiting for the sweet stretch of him filling you. Only it didn’t come. You could feel him between your lips, sliding easily through your soaked folds, every ridge and vein making you shudder. You tried to press back, to direct him into you, but his hand landed on your hip, forcing you to still. “No.” The word pulled another whine from you, louder than any before, exacerbated by how close he was to what you really wanted. But that just made Roger chuckle as he kept teasing you. It was pure torment, though worse was still to come.

It took you completely by surprise when Roger stopped his teasing rubbing, readjusting his angle so he could sink into you slowly. The unexpectedness of it stole your breath but you managed to gasp out a small moan of thanks, finally getting what you’d been so desperate for. The position you lay in kept your bodies close as he sheathed himself fully, rocking his hips gently so as to withdraw a little and thrust back into you. You could have cried with joy at knowing you’d pleased your Sir, that you’d been so good and patient, and he’d finally decided to take what you’d offered him. And then he stopped. You tried to take over his rhythm, tried to fuck yourself on his cock the way you knew he liked. Last time you’d done that he’d praised you for being brainless and needy, called you a good bimbo whore and you’d kept going until he’d cum, laughing about how good it felt. But this time he stopped you. He pressed his hips flush against you and wrapped his arm tightly over the top of you. “No, Dummy. No moving now.” “But Sir,” “No. Be good and lie still or I will make you,” He tapped the middle of your forehead with a finger, “Remember I have all the power.” You didn’t know what he meant by that or why he’d tapped you but you knew how to be good. You knew how to please. And so you relaxed again and lay quiet and still, the way he wanted you. “It’s still a little early for me to use you. I think I want to sleep a bit longer, so why don’t you stay here and warm my cock for me. It’ll keep me comfortable so I can sleep longer. And then when I’m better rested I’ll think about fucking you.” You whined again, wanting to thrash your arms and legs again but unable to, wanting to be pinned down by your Sir and used, wanting to feel him move within you or to taste his cum or anything. But if that was what he wanted that was what you’d do, so you nodded and agreed softly. Roger hummed happily which was all you needed to hear to feel happy too. He let out a tired exhale and seemed to still. You listened as his breath evened out into a shallow rhythm, and struggled to keep relaxed in his embrace. As far as you could tell he was asleep, though his hand seemed to come to life. His fingertips trailed over your skin, coming to rest on your chest. You tried to remain quiet but struggled not to moan as his hand cupped your breast and squeezed it. In response he moved slightly, though still slept on, his cock changing angle within you by a hair's breadth. In your state of heightened arousal it was enough to have you clenching again, trying not to wake Roger in case he got mad.

There was a soft laugh from behind you and Roger mumbled, “C’mon Dummy, you should sleep too.” And then he kept talking, telling you how you’d still be horny when you woke but you’d have control of your brain again, you’d be back to his beautiful, intelligent partner. It sounded like nonsense (what did intelligent even mean?) but something about the way he spoke made your eyes droop and close. There was a small tap on your forehead and you awoke, disorientated by being brought back to the real world so soon. “How do you feel, love?” Roger asked and you twisted in his arms to try and see him better. You were pleased when you heard him groan at the change in your position. “You’re a fucking tease Roger Taylor.” you half laughed, trying to sound less amused than you were. He laughed too, clearly pleased with his little game, as he released you and withdrew his cock from your heat, “I told you you’d like it.” You pushed yourself up to be more comfortable, “I don’t know that like is the word I’d use. All I feel is horny. Insanely so.” “Do you want that fuck now?” He was still laughing when you tackled him.

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postapocalyptic-cryptic · 3 years ago

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6, 11, 23 from the generic oc asks list for Hemlock and 2, 3, 10 for Penchant in the lilia one mwah <3

kiskiskis

6. What kind of person are they attracted to?

Hmmm this one is hard for Hemlock bc I'm never quite sure if he's aro or just too goddamn busy and stressed to have time to even think about romance. He's definitely not ace, though (he's bisexual questioning aromantic), so just from a sexual point of view, he's attracted to physically fit people. He's very attracted to competence in general, and he WILL get horny for properly done paperwork and well-thought-out procedure. Don't test him.

Romantically, assuming he's not aro or assuming a queerplatonic relationship (either one goes, he has no clue what's going on and neither do I), pretty much the same thing. He also really wants someone who's going to take him seriously and who's willing to separate their time together from his status as a clone and a member of the Coruscant Guard. He's got some serious mental blocks up regarding his "real" life and his romantic/sexual life. He needs so much therapy.

11. What does the most recent text/message/missive that they sent say?

CT-3356/CMO Hemlock to Sergeant Hound: dont even fuckin think about it i will skin you alive

23. Favourite part of their daily routine?

He likes going around the long-term stay ward and doing the morning routine there. It’s very calming for him. Everything’s still quiet and everyone’s waking up and nothing catastrophic has happened yet. He gets to see people at their best, right at the beginning of the day before they can get tired and disheartened. He even gets to pretend the medbay’s ever closed, since the regular, non-long-term medbay is so busy all the time that there’s really no morning opening and evening closing routine.

2. What do strangers notice about them first?

Appearance-wise, definitely his hair. Since his armor is so dark and he’s usually next to Faie, who has completely black hair, the bleached bits at the top stick out like a beacon aslkdjglkj. He likes to process his hair twice, so the blond is very bright and it draws people’s eyes up to the top of his head.

Personality-wise, they notice how friendly and welcoming he is. No matter what, Penchant has a smile for strangers, and if they’re part of his mission, he’s going to help them however he can.

3. How does their social personality differ from how they act when they’re alone?

Penchant’s much more outgoing and talkative around other people than he is alone or in a small group. He needs a lot of recharging from doing all that relating to the public and helping and talking and being cheerful.

He’s also a lot more serious one-on-one, and he has a mean streak he tries to hide from other people. There’s a reason he’s so close with Faie. If he was all sunshine and rainbows, they wouldn’t get along.

(He’s also a fucking liar but that’s another post)

10. What is a weird quality that they have (ie their hands are always cold, they’re always hungry, they snort when they laugh, etc)?

First of all, he absolutely snorts when he laughs. He’s a happy guy! He laughs genuinely, even if it’s not “pretty.”

He’s also that guy who will actually always knock on wood (or idk the space equivalent? knock on plastoid?) when he says it or when he’s afraid he might jinx something. He Has to.

#thank you!!#penchant #hemlock #I love them so much #ask tag #kkrazy256

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blushnote · 5 years ago

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↳ requested | 1.6k words

↳ dom!wonwoo smut

a/n: HELLO. i’m sure everyone is wondering what’s going on and WHY i’ve been absent for a few months. put simply: things got hectic and i needed a break! i’m not saying i’ll jump back into being completely active again, but that i’m going to come on as often as i can! (which might be every few days or so! i apologize!!)

as a treat for everyone - this features rich girl wonwoo! <3

wonwoo stands at the street pole, conversing with his friends. the bar is unusually crowded. mostly likely because it’s a friday and there isn’t much else the townspeople would rather do than get plastered, forgetting the atrocities of work. his friend extends a box of cigarettes to wonwoo, offers him one, but he shakes his head.

since getting involved with you, wonwoo has attempted to forfeit smoking. it has always been something he’s done to pass the time at the street corner. plus, he likes the idea of blowing a big, stinging cloud right into someone’s face when they give him attitude.

instead wonwoo suckles on a lollipop that tastes like an artificially sweet strawberry, pushes up the bridge of his glasses, and folds some silvery hair under his beanie. he knows it’s about the right time for you to be returning from that dinner party your parents forced you into attending.

as wonwoo’s friend exaggerates a tale about getting into a fist-driven confrontation at a bus stop last week, someone strutting by on the packed street bumps wonwoo’s shoulder.

“choose a better place to stand.” the stranger rumbles, agitated.

wonwoo flicks up his middle finger indifferently. “fuck off.” he grunts, the fog of his breath appearing in the night air.

he’s feeling sort of agitated himself. your parents have tethered you to a leash lately, forcing you to all these fancy gatherings and opening ceremonies and dinners. to put it frankly – wonwoo misses you. your laugh, your eyes, the texture of your skin, your voice in his ear. he’s been wanting an excuse to get his hands all over you. every single inch.

that’s when he hears the ding in his jacket pocket. looking away from the dramatic enactment involving his friend driving a fist into his palm, wonwoo checks his phone to see a text from you. a series of images.

23:28 // JPEG.1034

23:28 // JPEG.1035

23:28 // JPEG. 1036

the three pictures load. he chokes on his breath.

23:28 // i know u don’t like when i spoil my lingerie but.

23:28 // don’t i look so cute :( so fuckable?? im srry but I had to :(

his teeth crack the strawberry lollipop into sugary shards in his mouth. that lace is squeezing your flesh in all the right places. the picture with your fingers splayed teasingly over your underwear, hiding your core, it’s enough to make him shudder, salivate even. he’s officially ignoring his friend’s story by tapping a reply, fiddling with the thin stick in his mouth.

(ww) 23:30 // u free now? head to my place.

he receives an answer immediately.

23:30 // hmmm why?

(ww) 23:30 // u know why. don’t act like such a brat.

already, wonwoo can sense the desire form inside him. pounding almost. like a second heartbeat. you’re usually compliant and bending to his carnal whims. maybe all this time away from each other has you forgetting just how well wonwoo can fuck that stubbornness out.

23:30 // it’s new. i don’t want u ripping anything!!

(ww) 23:30 // idc.

23:30 // so mean!! not even gonna let u touch me now :-)

(ww) 23:30 // yeah. ok. we’ll see about it then.

after sliding his phone back in his pocket, wonwoo glances briefly in through the bar window. he sees a bartender pour a glass full of ice cubes before sloshing in a surge of alcohol. at that, wonwoo gets an idea. when his friends question about why he’s leaving so suddenly, he smirks.

“need to teach someone how to behave.” wonwoo shrugs before jogging quickly across the street.

“i’m not gonna tell you again. keep your fuckin’ thighs spread nice and wide for me or else i won’t let you cum – not even once. you understand?”

a harsh dip in your stomach suggests the breath you just inhaled. after a moment of silence, he hears you comply, and watches with his hungry, intent gaze as your legs part open for him. wonwoo has been teasing you with a bowl of ice cubes. at first, he held them to your nipples, had you whimpering into his mouth while he simultaneously rubbed his tongue against yours. but the real fun began when he introduced the ice cubes to your lower region. it was a very different punishment compared to his past endeavours, a tantalizing one.

wonwoo returns the cube to the nook of your inner thigh, then creeps it slowly toward your core. you’re beginning to tremble with the restraint required to not snap your legs shut. the ice cube ghosts transiently up your slit, a contact you had yet to experience, and a beautiful gasp tears from your lungs. he swears that you leak even more onto the sheets.

he takes the cube away, then drags his warm tongue from the bottom of your pussy right to the top, delivering a slow, flat lick which tastes sweet and cold and makes him so unbelievably dizzy with how much he loves it.

“w-wonwoo, please, pl-please keep going.” you stutter, opening your thighs even wider to invite his tongue.

he shakes his head. “what else did i tell you? don’t ask me to do anything. you’ll lie there and you’ll fuckin’ take it.” smiling, wonwoo issues a tight grip on the ice cube and presses it right into your clit. you whine sharp and loud, your hands traveling all over your body in confusion, not sure if it’s more pleasure than pain, or a hot mix of both.

“or are you still interested in acting like such a brat, hm?” wonwoo utters in his deep voice. “ like a smug little princess who thinks she can tease me whenever she wants and she’ll still get my cock all the way inside her? nice and full, just how she likes it. is that it, babygirl?”

he feels the ice melt under his fingers. you can hardly piece together a response, just a very incoherent, “no wonwoo” as tears start slipping down your cheeks. wonwoo takes the cube away, then massages your clit with his thumb, warming you up slowly. a few jolts pass through your body. he can tell you’re falling apart inside with how badly you want to cum, though wonwoo had strictly told you to hold it. he rubs and rubs and rubs, barking at you to control yourself, your pussy so slippery with arousal that it’s running all down your skin and wetting the bed.

right when he feels you’re about to snap, wonwoo completely removes his touch. you wail at that, suckle in a shaky breath and cry his name.

“please, wonwoo! i-i’m sorry, m’soso sorry! i’m sorry for acting so bratty and sending those pictures, t-teasing you like that! but i just c-ccan’t take this anymore. treat me however you want, but please let me cum!”

he’s truly missed the sound of you begging for him. his cock twitches in his pants, reminding him of how hard he currently is. each time you cry the boy’s name in such a lewd manner, there’s another surge of pleasure and he aches even more, to the point where he could cum just from touching himself over his clothes. still, wonwoo must ensure you’ve really learned your lesson. so, he offers you a deal. he’ll get to watch you pleasure yourself with the ice cube until he cums.

and so wonwoo sits in a chair based at the end of the bed, a hand stuffed down his pants, watching you swirl an ice cube at your sensitive core. he guides you every now and then: “hold it right there, pretty baby. let it melt all the way down. that’s it, sweetheart. n-now rub it, okay? f-finger yourself too. nnrgh, f-fuck. fuck you sound so wet. m’gonna c-cum—”

his strokes lash faster until wonwoo’s head rolls back against the chair, his eyes blinking shut while he chases his high. he hears you continue to whine as he cums, his cock throbbing in his hand, still so hard and heavy. in fact, wonwoo requires a moment just to breathe and let the heat circulate properly through his body.

with his fingers covered in the sticky mess of his cum, wonwoo approaches the bed again, fingering it as deep as he can inside you. he’s unable to remove his gaze from the filthy sight. there’s something so raw and intimate about watching his own seed getting pumped into you that sets his whole body aflame. he decides to let you orgasm as well, stimulating your g-spot consistently, letting you clamp down tight and ride his hand until you’ve got a full fix.

wonwoo supposes he’s done his job.

“i don’t think i’ll ever be able to look at an ice cube the same way again.” you laugh, sitting back against the headboard, tucked into his t-shirt.

drawing a warm washcloth between your thighs, wonwoo blinks at you, a very sly grin forming on his mouth. he plants a kiss on your nose.

“good. means it worked.” the boy says.

he folds the cloth over and finishes the last of his cleaning, ensuring there’s nothing more of his fluids that are still leaking out or anything sticking from your orgasm. grabbing your overnight bag off the floor, wonwoo pulls out a fresh pair of underwear and helps you slide into them. your lingerie sits in a pile off to the side, a few lace straps ripped.

“sorry about your little outfit.” wonwoo apologizes, staring at you earnestly. “it was pretty. you look good in everything.” he squeezes your hip and presses a soft kiss to your lips.

“it’s okay.” you murmur. “i’ll order something even better. and i’ll surprise you with it. maybe for your birthday. sound good?”

“mmhm.” wonwoo purrs, pulling you down with him to cuddle up close for the night.

“as long as i can take it off you, sweetheart, i’m fine with that.”

#seventeen smut #wonwoo smut #svt smut #jeon wonwoo #seventeen scenarios #wonwoo scenarios #svt fanfic #wonwoo fanfic #svt x reader #wonwoo x reader

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trashyswitch · 4 years ago

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Day 2: The Anticipation

Roman and Remus are having a tickle fight. Janus joins, and Roman gets completely ruined.

Tickletober #2 baby! Let's keep it going!

Remus was tickling Roman on the couch, going at his little weak points to prove a specific point:

“You have a weakness!” Remus told him. “And any bad guy and dragonwitch can see it from a mile away~”

“DOHOHOHO NAHAHAHAT!” Roman yelled back.

“Ooooh reeeally?” Remus reacted, seeing right through his bullshit.

Remus grabbed onto Roman’s hips and….waited.

Roman giggled and looked down, looking to see what he was doing.

“Iiii’m gonna getcha!” Remus teased.

“No you won’t!” Roman spat. “BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Roman immediately bursted out laughing and kicked his feet all over the place.

“Yes I will! And I will tickle you till you pee!” Remus told him.

Remus grabbed onto Roman’s hips, and PUSHED in. This made Roman’s laughter raise and raise in volume and pitch!

“STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT’S SOHOHOHOOOO BAHAHAHAHAD!” Roman begged.

Remus then stopped the tickles and lifted Roman’s arm up. “Iiiii’m gonna getcha! Iiiiii’m gonna getcha!” Remus teased.

“Nohohoho!” Roman begged.

“All you gotta tell me is that yooouuuu…” Remus’s fingers got closer and closer. “...have a weakness.”

Roman shook his head. “Nohoho wahahahay!”

Remus sighed and brought his fingers inches closer to the armpits. “When will you ever learn?”

Remus finally skittered his fingers into Roman’s armpit. But the tickles only lasted a few seconds before stopping and moving his fingers back to inches from Roman’s armpit. They were still wiggling. “How about now? Ready to tell me now?” Remus asked.

Roman shook his head, and another bout of laughter filled the room for a few seconds before the laughter turned into giggles of anticipation.

“Neheheheveheheher!” Roman ordered.

Another fit of laughter filled the room as Remus tickled Roman’s armpit yet again.

“We can keep this up aaaallll day if you want to. Is that what you really want?” Remus warned.

“YOHOHOU ARE SOHOHO GOHOHONNA GEHEHEHET IHIHIT!” Roman shouted to him.

“Ooooh! I should be the one saying those words! You are so gonna get all the tickles coming your way!” Remus teased, tickling the armpit hairs to tease him further.

Roman whined and tried to hide his face in his raised arm. But the moment Remus noticed that, he tickled his armpit. Roman’s strong laughter filled the room yet again.

“Now: Do you have a weakness?” Remus asked before stopping.

“NOHohohoho!” Roman replied.

“Looks like this is gonna last a while then!” Remus started tickling him again, making Roman’s laughter fill the room for the millionth time that hour.

“STAHAHAHAHAP!”

“I’ll only stop if you tell me you have a weakness. You have to beat your ego in order to stop the torture!” Remus teased.

Janus showed up beside Remus and smiled with an apple in his hand. “Not bad Remus...not bad.”

“Thank you Jay!” Remus replied.

“Now: How about I hold the arms up while you tickle both?” Janus offered.

AW HELL NAW!

“NOHOHOHO DON’TYOUFUCKING DAHAHAHAHAHARE!” Roman shouted.

Remus stopped tickling and nodded. “Okay!”

Janus took his place above Roman and lifted up both of Roman’s arms. He held them down for Remus, while Remus summoned two electric toothbrushes and brought them closer to Roman’s armpits. But they weren’t quite touching...only inches away…

Roman shrieked like a 2 year old and shook his head and body around. “DON’T YOU FUHUCKING DAHAHAHARE!”

“Ohohoho, I dare! I dare dare dare to get closer! So that all you’re feeling is the vibrations of the brushes reeeaaaally close to your armpits~” Remus teased.

Remus really did just that: He brought the toothbrushes so close to his armpits that the armpit hairs were being tickled with the bristles. Roman squeaked and squealed, able to feel the tickles a little bit on his armpits.

“Iiiii’m gonna get closer~” Remus teased a little more, just to further drive him up the wall.

Roman was a big mess of giggles. He couldn’t stop himself from doing anything! “Stahahahahahahap thihihihis ihihihihis sohohohoho mehehehehehean!”

“Ohoho, I know, dear brother.” Remus teased. “But I’m just getting started! Just wait till I bring in the brushes! And the feathers! And the raspberries!”

Roman squealed. NO RASPBERRIES! ANYTHING BUT THE RASPBERRIES!

Remus leaned into Roman’s ab muscles and blew a raspberry.

“HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Roman begged.

“Okay!” Remus leaned in and…

Didn’t blow a raspberry.

Roman looked down at his belly and quickly squeezed his eyes shut. He wasn’t able to look!

Remus smirked and breathed in. Roman gasped and giggled, smiling brightly. But Remus didn’t raspberry. He pressed his lips to Roman’s abs and STILL didn’t raspberry! He even blew some air onto Roman’s abs and refused to raspberry yet.

Roman was dying of anticipation at this point. When the heck was he gonna-

“PBBBBBFFFFBBBFBBFBBFBFBF!”

“YEAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Roman pretty much DIED in that moment of laughter. It was like the world finally hit its peak of ultimate tickles! And Roman was experiencing ALL of it!

“Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle! Kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy koo!” Remus teased nonstop.

“NAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EHEHEHEVIHIHIHIL!”

Remus leaned in for another raspberry and waited. “Yes...that’s exactly what I’m supposed to be! Always evil! Always the bad one!”

Roman cackled loudly as Remus tickled his super sensitive ab muscles. Then, Remus started showing off his finger. “Hmmm...What’s the phone number again?”

Roman squealed and covered his face while Remus was stroking his mustache. “I think it was 185-” Remus poked the ab muscles in the right spot, and tickled him in the process. “4...9...5? No 3!” Remus reacted. “Damn...I gotta start all over again!” Remus restarted typing the numbers into the abdomen telephone grid.

“185, 495- Damn! It’s 493!” Remus reacted, ‘typing’ it wrong. “I have to start all over again!”

“REHEHEHEHEHE!” Roman was laughing and jumping at each and every poke. “STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT!”

“The safe word is tickle!” Remus told him.

TICKLE?! OF ALL THE WORDS TO MAKE THE SAFE WORD- His ego was not gonna survive this! No way his ego would survive anything like this!

Remus smiled and clicked the numbers on the abdomen keyboard. “185-493-1692.” Remus ‘picked up’ the phone. “Hellooooo?” Remus said eagerly. Remus poked his finger into Roman’s belly button and kept it there. “Uh huh~…”

Roman tried to move as little as possible as to not tickle himself with his own movements.

“No, I’m afraid Roman is NOT here at the moment. Want me to take a message?” Remus teased.

‘Um, EXCUSE ME?! YES I’M HERE!’ Roman thought out loud. Roman was about to speak up, but was stopped by Janus’s hand over his mouth. “He’s on the phone…” Janus mouthed to him.

Remus smiled and started wiggling his finger that was stuck inside the belly button. Roman widened his eyes and wiggled around a bit, desperate to get his belly button away from the finger. But Remus’s finger kept following the belly.

Roman giggled a little more under Janus’s gloved hand, and shook his head to try and get his hand off. BUt that was a big fat no go.

Remus smiled at this and grabbed a brush. “Now let’s put some makeup onto this belly of yours.” Remus decided.

Remus summoned some paint with his hands and squirted blobs of multicolored paints pretty much everywhere he could reach. Then, Remus readied his big fat wall brush, and started painting and blending all the paint together on his belly.

Roman squealed and giggled at how cold it was at first, and cackled the moment he felt the brush reach the sides of his belly. The sides of his belly was SUPER PLUS ULTRA SENSITIVE (yes, I really brought MHA into this), and couldn’t handle even the lightest touch most of the time. But now there were MILLIONS OF LITTLE BRISTLES tickling all over Roman’s poor belly.

Janus was totally not enjoying this...not one bit...No...He wasn’t enjoying this...He swears…

It would be at this moment that Logan would usually yell “FALSEHOOD” on the top of his lungs.

But Logan was kinda too busy to yell that at the moment.

Janus watched as Remus started booping his belly with yellow on the brush. He was trying to make stars on Roman’s belly. Every single few seconds of Remus thinking of where he wanted a star to be...was painful for Roman. Cause every little break was a different amount of seconds! It was too unpredictable to properly predict anything! And it drove Roman BONKERS.

“There! Now the moon!” Remus grabbed the white paint, and dabbed it on...to the belly button.

Then, he started drawing circles on the spot to spread the paint out a little more so it dried better. Roman cackled and wiggled around as the bruh tickled his belly button, making the moon look jagged and wobbly. “You’re ruining my moon!” Remus told him.

Roman giggled at this. “Yohohohohou’re ehehehevil!” Roman shot back.

“You told me that already!” Remus mentioned. “Now, if you really want this to stop, you’re gonna have to say the magic word~”

Roman growled through his laughter. “Tehehehehehe- tihihihihi- IHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T!” Roman whined.

“Yes you can! It’s just a word! It won’t kill ya!” Remus reminded him.

Roman struggled to say the word for another 10 minutes before finally getting farther in.

“Tihihick-tihihihihickle! Tihihihihicklehehehe! NOHOHOHOW STAHAHAHAHAP!”

Remus giggled. “Sorry bro! I need to hear it without laughing!” Remus told him as he lessened the tickles significantly.

“Whahahahahat?!” Roman reacted. “Buhuhuhuhut-”

“No butts~! Say the word, uninterrupted. Then, I’ll stop.” Remus told him.

“Fihihihihine!” Roman looked around and made sure only Janus and Remus were listening. When he was sure it was just the three of them there, Roman tried. “Tihihi- Tihickle! Tickle! I sahihaid ihihihit!” Roman told him.

“Ooooh! Not bad Ro-ro!” Remus stopped tickling just as he promised, and rubbed away the phantom tickles that were probably there. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Hahard on the ego, though…” Roman muttered, the butterflies in his stomach getting worse and worse.

Remus smiled and poked his belly one more time. “I gotta say: I like this painting! It’s a masterpiece!” Remus reacted.

Roman looked down and widened his eyes. There was a galaxy of many different colors on his belly! Blues, purples, and blacks with stars and a moon on his belly! It was gorgeous! “Wow!”

“I know, right?!” Remus reacted.

“I’m gonna keep this on my belly for the rest of the day.” Roman decided. “I have a galaxy tummy!” Roman declared.

“Galaxy tummy!” Remus declared as well.

Roman counted the stars, and even noticed that the big dipper was on his belly. He loved the painting and decided that maybe...just maybe...he did have a small weakness. But, it was a good weakness. Tickling isn’t really so bad of a weakness.

#tickletober 2021 #ticklefic #ler!remus #lee!roman #janus helping #fluff

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boatslut · 3 years ago

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2, 28 and 29 (Can be a description instead of a drawing) for Seig and Cole? I would ask for Rob but I don't think he counts </3

oogh ok 2)🔫 Does your character have a weapon of choice? Cole is actually pretty flexible and good with a few different weapons! Ironically, while he knows how to properly use a bow, he's actually kinda bad at it, especially with aiming and hitting his targets. He does like using swords, though; but the amount of times he actually has any reason to fight something isn't pretty often. Despite being a bit cowardly, he surprisingly isn't afraid to get into a full blown fistfight if he feels cornered or is legitimately angry enough with someone and feels like he needs to.

Seig, on the other hand, is very adept with broadswords. He's got a lot of actual training and practice with them, and keeps himself warmed up by fighting dummies and various monsters he comes across. He also, uh, will on occasion fight very much tooth and nail. I won't elaborate. 🤫

28) 🔨 Does your character like to fight, build or explore more? Cole doesn't really uhhh... do much of any of the three. He tends to stay at whatever home the champion builds for him, and avoids getting into combat unless he has to. I guess the closest thing is that he very much enjoys making things, rather than building/ect construction. He's an extremely skilled craftsman and knows how to make a lot of different shit; from forging weapons, to sewing clothes and dolls, to woodcarving, to whatever else he happens to put his mind to when it comes to 'making' something. He knows how to put shit together and make something new. He is a guide, after all. Seig's definitely more of a fighter and finds a lot of enjoyment in a true and proper battle. Honorable duels is something he rarely gets a chance to do; but he loves it when he has the opportunity. That being said, he would love to explore and see the world, if. y'know. he was allowed to. he's never been permitted to leave his post.

29) 🌟 Draw a shimmered look for your character! i dont have the braincells rn to draw anything bc i literally just got home after being away and on my feet for ~14 hrs, but... I'm not exactly versed on what shimmered stuff is, but. idk exactly what cole would be like... esp w/out revealing secret character spoilers... hm. ill get back to that.

Seig on the other hand, absolutely would have his corruption-y themes reversed and probably would have crimson ones instead. crimson armor instead of shadow armor, probably kinda Nasty underneath it. id wanna say that his armor probably would have solar motifs and designs on it instead of lunar ones like usual too. hmmm

robert is. not a terraria character but bc youre askin ill say anyways just for you <3. 2) in canon, technically he's absolutely a man who just gets into physical brawls rather than using a weapon, unless you count whatever biological or anatomical weapons he happens to have due to mutations that day; such as body spines or claws or whatever. That being said, he does know how to use a gun and will use it if he has to. he's not the best at it, but he at least knows how to defend himself with one. terraria wise, though... fetid baghnahks (sp??) really do give the vibe, yeah. 28) hard to say in canon since it doesn't entirely apply. he's not necessarily a big fan of it, but he's gotten into a good few bar brawls; and has actually been arrested for 2nd degree assault before, oops ! (the dude deserved it, tbh. but. robert did attack first without any reason for 'self defense'.) he would like to get out more and get a solid vacation in, but... he's working like 24/7. fucked up 29) this ones weird! id say any kinda reversal with him would be like... techno shit instead of bio shit. mechanical augmentations... fucked up machinery and robots. he probably would be on some fucked up cyberpunk ass shit. hm.

#oogh ok #oc stuff #cole #seig #robert #terraria #ladsverse #(technically. i guess.)

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beinmybonnet · 5 years ago

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hmmm ok, joe/nicky "colour"

(classic seeing colour soulmates au BECAUSE ALL THE TROPES FEEL NEW WHEN YOU’VE GOT IMMORTALS)

- you see the world in black and white until the day you touch your soulmate. when they die, you lose the colour they brought to your life -

“Oh, that’s beautiful.”

Nile comes up on Joe’s right shoulder, mug of tea cupped between her palms.

“Thank you.” He shuffles over so she can sit beside him on the bench, moving aside his paints. She’s studying his work intently.

“The shades here are perfect,” she tells him, eyes darting between the painting and the view before them, “it’s like the shadows are lifting off the canvas. What colours have you used?”

Joe’s smile is wide, and he flips his paintbrush to gesture with the end. “Here, whites and greys for the houses at the bottom of the hill. Here,” he points the handle higher, “yellows with pink, and then some red here, just as the sun rose.”

“So, that would be orange right here? Pale though?” she points at the right splash of colour and Joe turns, brow lifting in surprise. “Art History with a focus on colour differentials,” she says proudly. “My professor said I had the best monochromatic eye he’d ever seen.”

Joe promptly slides the paints across the bench and picks his spare canvas up off the grass. “Join me?”

“Really?” Nile grins, bright and eager as he hands her a brush. She hovers over the paints for a moment, chewing her lip between her teeth. Her eyes rove determinedly over the unlabelled paints and the sky, before she plucks up a purple pot. Joe has to resist the urge to wrap his arm round her shoulders.

Back when Joe had first leaned to draw, colour had meant nothing to him. He’d had chalks and charcoals as a child and had lost hours to sweeping strokes across paving stones. He’d learned to differentiate between subtle shadows and muted tones, blending new greys between his fingertips to smudge over his clothing.

Black, white and the thousand shades between them were comfortable and sure. Colour was just, unnecessary. As he grew, he was gifted graphite and dark inks and a roll of rough parchment was always tucked against his hip. He could recreate everything his eye could see and his mind could form with the two fundamentals in his hands. All his most treasured early memories remain this way; his mother’s shining ebony hair, the smoky shade of her skin. The bright white of his father’s teeth as he spun her around in front of their home.

But there’s still no denying that colour changed everything. Colour that had come into his world with all the subtlety of the man at its source. Suddenly his life had burst into bold tints and fierce hues; endless possibilities for him to explore with paints and oils and pastels. Nine hundred years to experiment with the vibrancy of the world around him.

He and Nile reach for the blue together and smile.

Nicky’s got his eye pressed tight to his scope when everything fades.

He’s dialling left, settling his weight into his hips and then a curtain of heavy grey drops across his view. He rears back rubbing at his eyes, trying to force the colours back.

“Shit… just- Book, hold up!” Andy’s voice crackles out of the earpiece Nicky’s placed on the rooftop beside him. He scrambles to jam it back in.

“Andy-”

“Take the shot Nicky.” There’s shouting coming from below and Andy is swearing vehemently. “I’ve got him, just take the shot!”

He lurches back into position trying to clear his mind. It’s all wrong though, the shadows too dark and his depth perception is ruined -he’ll have to start all over. The dilution of his vision is making his heart thump erratically, and he has to count breaths in his head to keep himself still enough to reline up the shot.

Seconds later, the target steps out of the blackness and Nicky fires. The bullet cracks off the window frame, striking home at a cruel angle. He swears under his breath; it wasn’t clean, but he doesn’t care – the job’s done. He just needs to find Joe.

He takes the stairs at a speed that leaves his knees numb. At the extraction point, the van is already moving away as the door slides open. Nicky hurls his gear in and leaps after it. He gets the briefest glimpse of eyes too dark, and thick pewter stains across a torso before the door is slammed shut and he’s hauling Joe into his arms. They collide with a thump and Nicky quickly tucks his face against the grey skin of Joe’s neck with his eyes clenched shut. A hand burrows under the edge of his tactical gear until he feels the warmth at the small of his back.

Nicky pulls back to open his eyes and relief has him sagging further into the arms around him. Warm tawny skin shines against the dark khaki of Joe’s vest. He drags his mouth up the rich line of his throat, reluctant to break contact.

“Sorry.” Joe’s expression is chagrined when he lifts his head. “Got pinned down.”

There’s a smear of blood at the corner of Joe’s mouth, the newly crimson stain brash and mocking. Nicky rubs at it with a gloved thumb until the skin is clean and then presses his mouth gratefully to his favourite colour.

“A lilac ribbon in her hair. First colour I ever saw.”

The slight waver in his voice makes Nile wonder if she’s over-stepped again, if she’s put her foot in some unknown no-go zone and she opens her mouth to apologise. But Booker’s smiling, and that in itself is rare enough that Nile waits.

“It happened in a crowd. Must have been a hundred people in the square, easily…” his smile is widening. “God, it would have been so easy to have missed her. Soldiers were separating people, everyone was running and pushing and we just… brushed hands.”

Booker lifts his hand from his lap and turns it over slowly. “The back of her hand touched mine as she ran past. That was all.” He touches that spot, a glance of his finger. “I looked back, and her ribbon was lilac. But it was so busy, I lost sight of her in the rush.”

“But you found her again?” Nile has her head propped on her hands, trying not to sound too eager. Booker laughs gruffly.

“She found me. Came back for me.” He’s gripping his own hand tightly now, nails biting at the skin. “Lilac ribbon, hair like honey. Everything else came after that.”

“She sounds lovely.”

Booker looks up at her properly, and Nile’s acutely aware that whilst now they see the world in the same shades, it wasn’t always that way.

His voice is soft. “She was.”

Joe barely has time to shout before his world is plunged back into negatives, colour leaching from his vision. He’s scrambling, sliding in the pool of viscous grey he knows is blood as it spreads around Nicky’s skull.

He moves to cup Nicky’s face and can’t bear it. The sharp edge of his cheekbone throws dark shadows over his too pale face. Flecks and streaks of black over his skin; blood or dust or ash, Joe can’t tell anymore and the panic is rising in his throat. He can’t look at Nicky’s colourless eyes – he can’t- he’ll carry the sight with him too long.

He tears his head away, his own eyes clenched shut – but before he has time to pray, to plead, Nicky is gasping beneath him. The breath Joe releases is sticky and harsh, and he’s curling forward in his relief. Their hands collide quickly against each other’s forearms in an instinctive, accustomed clasp, and colours start seeping back immediately. The first to return are the shades of blue; bright aegean tones bursting in Nicky’s wide eyes, chased into existence by familiar notes of green. The weight lifts off Joe’s chest and for a moment he just breathes, air that tastes sweet and smooth as his other senses adjust to the disruption.

Then Nicky’s rolling. “Let’s go, Andy.”

They’re stood close enough to see the tremble in Andy’s arm as she reaches for Quynh’s face for the first time in over four hundred years.

Joe is frozen at his side, and Nicky’s breath is jammed somewhere in the base of his throat. He can’t believe this is actually happening.

Andy’s hand falters just shy of Quynh’s cheek with a ragged sound, fingers hovering. She opens her mouth to speak but Quynh reaches up and clamps the hand desperately to her face with her own. They shudder so violently Nicky wonders for a moment if the ground has physically quaked.

He knows the sensation well; that fierce swoop in the stomach. Like he’s stepped into free fall as the world saturates around him at Joe’s first touch. When they can reach each other quickly after a death, colour comes back in slow, precious increments; the shining browns of Joe’s eyes, or the dusky pink that rises in the shell of his ear. The longest they’ve gone after a death was four days. Four days in an east Indian jungle trapped in wet, translucent tones of black and white, the frustration building until he’d screamed at the sky. When he’d finally gotten his hands on Joe, grasping desperately at his bared shoulders, colour returning was an immediate detonation that had left his whole body throbbing for hours.

Nicky can’t even begin to imagine what Andy and Quynh feel in this moment.

They go down as one, limbs folding together as they collapse into the dirt. Clutching at each other as their worlds transform. Quynh has Andy’s face trapped between her own palms now and is sobbing, laughing, trying to pull her closer. Andy’s tears are silent, but steady. Her eyes flitting over Quynh’s face in awe while she runs trembling fingertips over rosy cheeks she can see.

Joe is squeezing his hand so tightly his fingers have gone numb, but the rush of joy in Nicky’s chest is golden and fierce. To stop himself moving forwards to pull Quynh into his own arms, he steps behind Joe and tugs him back, arms looping firmly around his middle.

“See? We are meant to find each other,” he whispers. Joe chuckles wetly against him.

On the ground, Quynh is smiling through her tears. “You’re beautiful Andromache,”

Andy hums hoarsely and runs her hands over Quynh’s arms, coming up to cradle her collar through the thick fabric of her coat. Her fingers rub at the material and Nicky knows the scarlet shade must be iridescent to her eyes. Andy lifts a thumb to Quynh’s lower lip.

“Red always was your colour.”

adriana i’m so sorry this took so long. i physically couldn’t stop it getting longer and longer and then i got really stuck and it was a whole mess.

#the old guard #the old guard fic #joe x nicky #andy x quynh #soulmates au #userkayla #usermarwan #usercacau #tuserceleste #userbones #userlyde #usershan #tusermj #idk what happened here #can't write 5 sentences like a normal person #mine #prompt

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wornoutmouse · 4 years ago

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Vampire Momo

Momo Yoayorozu x female reader

Not sure who, but someone requested Momo

(not proof read)

Top Momo

Wearing the lingerie your rich vampire girlfriend gives you is only a given. However, sitting in the middle of your bedroom floor as she stalks around you is a whole new feeling of nervousness. “Sit up straight dear.” You follow as ordered, eyes trained on the ridiculous grandfather clock positioned in front of you. The room was illuminated by candles that would flicker as cool winter wind slipped underneath the doorway.

The first time you had found about Momo’s vast riches, included an old victorian castle, you had laughed in disbelief. Now sitting on a carpet as old as your 4th great-grandmother yet cost more than your entire family, you felt a bit lightheaded. Your skin was exposed in all areas except your breast and buttocks but even that was a stretch.

During breakfast that morning, Momo had left a gift-wrapped box on the table instructing you to open it and wear it all day. You could feel the money dripping off the thin fabric and you almost felt as if you were committing a crime for even touching it. In Yaoyorozu’s eyes, however, she had struck gold.

The red melded perfectly against your skin and wrapped around your curvaceous areas, holding them in place. She could tell you were feeling restless as she walked around you one more time, stopping in front of you. “You look so pretty dear, you can stand now.”

You rise from the floor quickly towering over Momo, but she is not dismayed. A pale hand caresses your skin, cool to the touch but warm to the heart as if follows your neck down before resting on your heart. “Do you like the fabric?” In all honesty, you didn’t even know what fabric you were even wearing so you simply nodded in response. “It’s a bit cheap for my taste but it looks so divine on your skin!”

Momo’s hand leaves your breast before trailing it down to your arm. Raising it, she presses a kiss to your wrist kissing the skin there and smirking when your pulse quickens underneath her lips.

“Are you excited dear?” You nodded again, not trusting your voice at that moment. She chuckled, “You should speak up dear, not saying the right words at the right time can get you into a great deal of trouble.”

You flinch as your wrist is pricked by needle-sharp teeth. It only hurts for a second, but the tugging feeling of your blood exiting your body is one you wouldn’t get used to so quickly. Momo sucks greedily and you watch as her skin flushes a bit more and her hair seemed to darken in the moonlight. Before the blood loss could even begin to affect your body, she pulls away, pulling your arm behind her. Your lips part in a sigh as her’s suck gently on your skin, forming small hickeys.

“Momo.” You gasp her name with no goal in mind. Thin hands grab at your waist pulling your bodies flush against each other as her neck kisses get more aggressive. “I’m sure you taste good in more ways than one.” You feel two of her fingers hook underneath the fabric of your lingerie bottom. Momo tugs it down your legs until she is crouched down in front of you. Your watch her, mouth open in a silent moan while she nibbles on the plane of your stomach. Using an unforeseen amount of strength, she picks you up by your thighs and takes you to another room.

On the way there you find yourself giggling as you card your hand through her hair. Unable to blush in her undead form, Yaoyorozu simply cranes her head into your petting. She sets you down, your body sinking into a plush mattress below you. Momo returns her attention to your lower regions. Your thighs are stroked soothingly by her thumb, Momo teasingly sticks her tongue out at you before bending her head and flicking her tongue against your hole. You sigh content as the beginnings of pleasure flood your veins. “Yes…”

Momo reaches in between her legs as well slipping her fingers in between her folds. She chuckles as your legs flex around her head. Your hips twitch when the pad of Momo’s thumb presses down on your clit. Your pussy gets wetter and wetter the faster Yoayorozu moves her tongue. Her lips smack against your lips as she kisses your clit raising her head to your stomach. A second finger is added as she further stretched you. Her fingers curl scrapping your G-spot making your back arch. “More please!”

“More? You’re being so greedy tonight dear.” Momo purrs as she adds a third finger. Her other hands sped up in unison as she fingered you faster. Your pussy flutters when she pulls her hand away, laughing as she watched your clench around nothing. “Desperate little thing.” She lays on top of you drawing you into a thorough kiss. Teeth and tongue clash together, you grip her hair, grinding your lower body against her lower stomach. You roll yourselves over straddling her waist. Momo stares up at you adoringly as she watches you tie your braids up together. Her hands rub your waist and down your rear.

You bear your pussy down on hers, moaning at the delicious friction of your clits rubbing together. Momo held her chest, making soothing motions against her hardening nipples. “I-I have a surprise for you in the upper drawer.” Momo gently pushes you away so you could go look. Peering inside, you grin when your eyes land on a new toy. Picking it up, you rub your fingers over the detailed bumps and ridges lining the item. It was red with gold and silver swirling throughout the silicon.

“Mmmm, who’s going to use it first?” You walk back to the bed swaying your hips sexily. Momo slapped your rear playfully nibbling on her lip as she looked up at you. “Hmmm, how about I take the lead on this first.” You pouted as Yoatorozu slipped the strap from your hand. She made quick work with the mechanism putting it on faster than you would have. “I still feel silly with this on even after all this time.” You spread your legs, exposing yourself to her. “Yeah but you always know how to use it.” Momo climbs over you kissing you again. “Do you want to lube me up?”

Momo rests on your chest urging you to put the silicon dick in your mouth. You suckle on the tip, ridding your mouth of enough saliva as you could. You brazenly drag your tongue down the shaft before swallowing the cock whole. Even though she had no feeling in the area, Momo moaned softly as she watched your sexy display.

Momo pulled away when she deemed it properly lubed. She was gentle as she prodded your pussy lips, sending unsure looks your way. “Are you ready?” You nodded hurriedly. “I’m so strung up right now I’m not sure if I’ll last long.”

Yaoyorozu grabbed your waist with one hand while the other held the silicon cock. You hissed as it entered you, the combination of your own fluids plus saliva made the glide pleasantly smooth. Momo rocked her hips, watching where you two connected. “How does it feel?” Your arms lay limb beside your head as your body rocked with the motions. Momo was gentle as she made love to you. She watched your facial features as if she was reading a map. Each twitch and shift in your muscles and eyes laid out a pattern that she used to bring you to the peak of ecstasy.

“You look so beautiful like this.” Momo leans down to kiss your neck, “Always so perfect in everything you do.” The praise makes you whine as she just barely bumps against your G-Spot. “Are you going to cum soon?” In your pleasure-filled haze you laugh, “Are you already tired Mo?” She sharply snaps her hips as a retort. Skin slapping together fills the room as the two of you hold each other close. Open mouth kisses get interchanged between the two of you. Nipples rubbing themselves raw with sensitivity as cool and hot air billows over them.

“I’m close, oh my goodness, I’m so close!” Momo moves faster, grinding her hips down on you to give stimulation to your clit as she exerts herself. A series of curses leave your mouth as you bear down on the strap cumming hard around it. Momo gives you time to get your bearings before she’s shyly crawling over your body one again. She abandons the strap and angles her pussy over your face.

You wrap your arms around her thighs and bring her down to your lips. Her pussy was dripping as you stick your tongue deep inside of her. You look up just barely being able to see her face over her voluptuous breasts. Momo grabbed the end of her hair tightly as she grinds down on your chin. “I just...I just n-need a little bit more Y/n, oh, oh, oh!” Yaoyorozu startles you as she wails through her orgasm, legs tightening around your skull. You suck on her clit watching her stomach contort from the overstimulation.

Momo gets off of you when she feels herself unable to hold herself upright. “That was fantastic.” You nod in agreement reaching your hand out to hold her chin. “I love you.” Momo smiles pecking your lips in return. “And I love you more.”

#bnha smut #bnha x black reader #momo x reader #momo x black reader #momo smut #mha imagines

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swbumblebee · 5 years ago

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Qui-Gon Jinn let out a quiet happy sigh. Stepping into the temple gardens he could feel the tension leaving his frame and his teeth finally begin to unclench.

Small groups of Jedi sat around conversing quietly, others alone in various classical meditation poses, younglings from the creche giggled over push-feather games. A gentle artificial wind ruffled his hair, and the laughter of padawans caught on the breeze.

Yes indeed, it was good to be home. It had been far too long.

He recognised some of Obi-Wan’s friends some way off, messing about near one of the streams. Good, his Padawan will be pleased.

Speaking of

He looked around and checked his chrono again.

Hmmm. The healers shouldn’t have taken this long.

He leaned into their bond to find the sunny bright spark that was Obi-Wan Kenobi only meters behind him.

“I’m sorry Master I got…held up” the young man rushed in, nearly crashing into Qui-Gon still standing just inside of the doorway. At fourteen, Obi-Wan still barely made it past his Master’s waist, and Qui-Gon was able to catch him easily enough before he pitched forward on feet that were suddenly a bit bigger than he was used to.

Holding him by the shoulders Qui-Gon was able to get a good look at his apprentice. His flushed face bore no sign of the scratches or bruises that had been there when they stepped off the ship. He tilted the young man’s face a little to get a better look. Vokara had done a nice job. He looked him up and down, catching sight of bandages on his left wrist, disappearing up his sleeve.

The teenager shrugged out of his grip.

“How was the council meeting?” he asked with a slight smile, as they both walked further into the gardens.

Qui-Gon raised his eyebrow at the obvious attempt at deflection. He shrugged.

“Excruciating” he said lightly. “How was the healers?”

Obi-Wan shrugged.

“The same”

Qui-Gon snorted, stopping to look again at his companion.

“What did Master Che say about your arm?” he asked, eyeing his left arm. Obi-Wan gave another shrug.

“She said it’s not a big deal and in a few days it’ll heal on its own.” He explained casually.

Qui-Gon nearly snorted. It was a good effort. One who didn’t know the young man would look at that angelic face and assume it was the perfect truth. But Qui-Gon knew better.

“Hmm, indeed?” They continued to stroll casually further into the gardens. “And if I were to ask Master Che? What would she tell me?” he asked lightly. “I was thinking of dropping in on her, after all.”

He felt Obi-Wan’s quick burst of chagrin through their bond as the young man flushed and cleared his throat.

“She…would probably say that er…it’s broken in two places.” Qui-Gon stopped short and rounded on his student “and um…I should rest it and, keep it elevated.” Obi-Wan stuttered out.

“Padawan!” He exclaimed, trying not to raise his voice in frustration.

“I know Master but really its fine I –“

“Boys!”

What was quickly shaping up to be a lively conversaation was cut short by a joyous shout from the woman coming towards them excitedly.

They both instantly forgot their disagreement and smiled as Tahl strode up to them, a matching grin on her beautiful features. Qui-Gon felt his stomach do a familiar flutter as she made her way over, sightless eyes seeming to take them both in and unruly dark hair fluttering around her.

“Tahl” he greeted with a slight bow of his head. She matched him with a hint of teasing before turning to the young man next to him.

“Obi-Wan” she grinned at him and opened her arms

“Hi Master Tahl” Obi-Wan greeted happily as he was pulled forcibly into a huge bear hug by the woman who dwarfed him.

Qui-Gon winced

“Tahl he’s got a broken arm-“

“Oh dear, Obi-Wan what have you been up to this time?” Tahl didn’t wait for him to finish before pushing Obi-Wan back and giving him the once over, exactly as Qui-Gon had done.

Their teenager rolled his eyes.

“Really it’s not a big deal”

“No?” she asked, an expression of mock interest crossing her lively face.

“No!”

Qui-Gon snorted again at his...friend’s antics. She no doubt could sense the problem, she had always been better at that than him.

“Then you are not supposed to be using this?” she asked innocently, quick as a flash snatching a piece of fabric from the young man’s pocket.

A sling.

“Obi-Wan!” Qui-Gon resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. His student grimaced as Tahl handed the sling over to his Master.

He beckoned his stubborn apprentice with one crocked finger.

“Maaaster I don’t need the sling, I’ll just keep it still I promise”

Whining aside, his dutiful apprentice stood still whilst Qui-Gon managed to gently manhandle him into the sling, thankful for once that his robe had gone walkabout.

“Vokara Che did not give it to you for fun Padawan, as much as I am sure she enjoys inconveniencing you” he said smartly, as Tahl chuckled and ruffled the Padawan’s spikey hair.

Obi-Wan scowled and ducked out of the way.

“Now then it has been far too-“

“OBI!”

Another shout interrupted Tahl, much louder, and Obi-Wan’s scowl instantly transformed into a joyous grin as Qui-Gon recognised Obi-Wan’s creche mates and best friends as the teenagers charged up to them.

Padawan Bant Erin got there first and wrapped her friend in another hug, huge eyes looking dismayed at his arm in the sling.

“Obi what happened?” she asked, aghast, before remembering herself and bowing to Qui-Gon and then her own Master, Tahl.

Qui-Gon smiled in amusement at the similarity of the two .

“Oh nothing Bant I’m – OOF!”

“OBES!”

With a joyous shout, and to Qui-Gon’s horror, his apprentice was tackled to the ground by Padawan’s Mulin and Reeft.

“Boys! Broken arm!” he snapped at the pile of laughing shouting teenagers, raising his hands in frustration.

The three stopped instantly, lying on the ground panting.

“Sorry Master Jinn” Reeft breathed out, as Tahl hauled Obi-Wan to his feet.

“Please be careful Padawans.” She instructed, “I know you’re all very excited but try not to break Obi-Wan”

“Yes Master” Reeft and Mulin chorused, whilst Obi-Wan scowled.

“I’m fine”

Tahl ignored him, turning to her own apprentice.

“Bant, you’re in charge” she instructed.

“As usual” Reeft smirked, patting Bant on the scaly head as she glared and reached out to swat him, only for the other Jedi to dance out of the way with a laugh, tripping into Mulin and grabbing onto Obi-Wan for stability.

Qui-Gon shook his head at the resulting chase as all three took after the offending young man, laughing.

“Be careful!” he cried after them, somewhat futilely, he suspected.

Tahl stood next to him, bumping his shoulder lightly. He got the distinct impression she was laughing at him.

“I swear to force, I will teach that boy to take care of himself if it’s the last thing I do.” He vowed.

Tahl smirked.

“Good luck.”

They stood together for a moment, force presences wrapping around each other as subtly as possible as they greeted each other properly.

Tahls smile gradually faded, and she took cocked her head.

“He’s got skinny again” she said quietly with a frown.

Qui-Gon nodded.

“I know.” He sighed. “It was a stressful mission.”

“Hmmm.” She gave him a reassuring, supportive nudge with the Force. “You both need some downtime” She pointed out.

“Indeed.” He sent a pulse of happiness towards her. “I know just the thing”

He cocked his head and opened his bond with his Obi-Wan, knowing his message got through when he heard the cheers from all four of them, loud enough to draw disapproving looks from a couple of the meditating masters nearby.

“Dex’s for late meal everybody?”

#obi-wan kenobi #qui-gon jinn #tahl #padawans #nice bit o' fluff #my writing #I don't know how to use Tumblr #hopefully someone will see this?#just something I wanted to share!#obi-wan fanfic #padawan kenobi

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northcarolinanative · 5 years ago

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐎𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧

Requested by anon: “You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.” and “I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful” from the prompt list with jj 🥺

A/N: This is so light and fun and not like most of the usual angst for me haha. As always requests/asks/messages are open so let me know what you think:)

Description: JJ finds the new girl outside of the Wreck. Y/N spends the day with the pogues in the water, but at the end of the day gets a little alone time with JJ. (this description sucks I’m sorry.)

I set the last tray down on the counter, wiping the sweat from my forehead. The clock finally read three o’clock, meaning that my shift was over. My family had recently decided that we needed to start fresh causing us to move to Kildare Island. I had been working at The Wreck, a small tourist restaurant on the richer side of the island, for a couple of days. I looked around the back of the bar finally spotting Kiara. Kiara, or Kie as she kept reminding me, worked here since her family owned the place. She had lived here her whole life and promised that she would show me the ropes of the “pogue life.” I was still unsure of what it ment but from our few shared shifts, I found that it was better than being a kook. We locked eyes and smiled before I walked over to her.

“You still down to hang out with me and some friends?” She asked as we made our way to the back. I moved, copying her actions, untying my apron from my waist. “You did wear your suit right?”

“Of course. I’ve been dying to do something other than work and a beach date is just what I need.” I smiled in her direction.

“You’re telling me.” She laughed. She handed me her apron nodded toward the back door to the docks. “Meet you outback? I’m gonna go to the bathroom before we head out?” She asked, cautious to leave me alone.

“I’ll be fine Kie.” I teased with a smile as I walked backward with both our aprons in my hand. I pushed the back door open only to be hit with a warm salty breeze. I took a deep breath in smiling slightly as a realized again that this is my home. The island felt welcoming enough so far, the people here never meeting a stranger. I set our stuff on an empty table, leaning on to the railing of the deck. I took the time I was waiting for Kie to take in the ocean in front of me. It was a sight that I was sure I would never get tired of.

My calm gaze on the landscape in front of me was broken when a blonde boy leaned against the railing beside me. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” His words were smooth, flowing together, but his voice was a little raspy. I turned my head to look at him before responding. His sandy hair was being blown back by the breeze to frame his face. There was no denying that the boy standing in front of me was attractive.

“Breathtaking,” I said, still looking at the boy. He turned to notice that I was still looking at him. A cocky grin covered his face as he shifted his attention back to the ocean.

“I haven’t seen you before.” He said before turning so that he was completely facing me, his side pressed against the railing. In his other hand he had a silver flip lighter, I watched, almost in a trance as he flipped it around his finger skillfully. “Do you come here often?”

I laughed slightly at the question, due to both its obvious nature and the fact that I did in fact come here often out of obligation. He frowned his brows at the giggle that left my lips. “Well I work here, so I’d have to say yes.”

The boy closed his eyes immediately, tilting his head to the side in a cringe. We both laughed at the awkward tension of the moment. “It’s okay, I just started a few days ago,” I explained.

“Ohhh, So you’re new to the Island?” He joked, a smile once again making the corners of his eyes crinkle a little. There was undoubtedly something about the mystery boy in front of me drawing me in.

“Yes, but don’t tell anyone. I don’t look that out of place, do I?” I said, matching the sarcastic narrative that was growing between the two of us.

I was pulled from the little bubble that had been created between us by Kie’s voice as she exited the restaurant. “He isn’t bothering you is he?” She exclaimed.

“Come on Kie! I was just welcoming… “He paused, both realizing that I hadn’t introduced myself to him properly.

“Y/N,” I said with a smile, looking between the two, realizing quickly that he must have been one of the friends that we were meant to meet up with.

He nodded towards me, both of us keeping eye contact for a minute before turning my attention back to Kie. “JJ she’s nice, so please don’t corrupt her.” She joked, faking a whining voice. She linked her arm in mine, pulling me down the deck to the dock. “Common. Where are the other’s JJ?” She asked. They talked about where we were to meet the other ‘pogues’. JJ talked about how they had a run-in with Rafe while working earlier that day. I recognized the name from hearing other workers talk amongst other customers as well.

We walked down the dock as I tried to gather as much as I could about the Kook versus Pogue altercations that seem to take place often. JJ and Kie bickering playfully back and forth as we approached two other boys and another girl. The girl was seemingly out of place, she wore a bright pink top, white shorts, and shiny gold jewelry. The two boys were dressed similarly, in button-down shirts that were unbuttoned, the trend around here, and cargo shorts. One had a bandana pushing his long hair back, the other had his hat on backward.

“Well, what do we have here?” The brunette boy spoke, causing Kie to roll her eyes.

She waved her hand in my direction to point at me. “Guys, this is Y/N,” She said smiling at me before turning back to the group. “Y/N, this is Pope,” she pointed to the taller boy with a backward hat. He waved awkwardly, before returning his glance back to Kie. “That’s John B and Sarah.” She motioned to the two that had moved to stand with their arms wrapped around their shoulders.

JJ coughed beside me, causing Kie to send a sharp glare at him. “You’ve already met JJ,” she laughed rolling her eyes.

“Oh no. he wasn’t too crude was he?” Sarah questioned jokingly. I responded by laughing and shaking my head.

We spent the next little while swimming in the ocean, the waves crashing over us in an effort to cool us off from the blazing sun. The saltwater stung my eyes every time it was splashed into my eyes. “Hey!” I screeched with a laugh as JJ pushed his own small wave of water straight into my face. I flattened my hand, then drug it harshly across the surface, splashing JJ back.

“Is that all you got?” He smiled, shaking his head. “Weak.” I didn’t hesitate to put most of my effort into pushing as much water at JJ as I could. JJ moved out of the way only for the water to find its way to the side of John B’s face. John B turned to face me, his jaw hung slack, faking being hurt.

“Oh, you’ve done it now, newbie!” John B said, splashing a large amount of water at me.

“Oh no, here we go again,” Kie said rolling her eyes right as JJ splashed her bringing her into the playful water fight. We carried on splashing each other, the whole group involved, and throwing playful insults at one another. The small area of ocean that we occupied was filled with laughter and joy. It was nice to forget about the move and work while relaxing. The pogues made it so easy to feel like I belonged and that this could really be a home to me.

I pulled my hands from the water, bringing them to rub my stinging eyes. My saltwater covered hands did no help, so I decided to make my way to the shore for a towel and a drink of water.

“Skipping out so soon?” Pope asked as he laid back into the waves, floating peacefully.

“Nah, don’t you worry, I’ll be back!” I joked, shaking my head. “Just need some water”

“Let me come with you?” JJ said, moving to quickly walk behind me. I just nodded acknowledging his statement.

I laughed a little when he stumbled from the force of a wave breaking at his knees. “Hmmm. You know if you walk sideways you won’t look so touristy.” I spoke playfully, mocking what he had told me previously.

“Oh shut it.” He said, playful pushing me away as we hit the hard sand at the top of the surf. We made our way to the towels. I was anxious to get to the towels and wipe off the water that was making the sand stick to my legs in the most uncomfortable way possible. JJ laughed as I eagerly snatched the towel from his extended hand, and quickly wiped the salty water that was still on my face before wiping off the sand.

I laid the towel down and sat on top of it. I was digging through my bag searching for my water bottle when I felt JJ’s warm, still wet skin, brush against mine, making me hyper-aware of just how close he was once again. I finally saw the grey metal bottle, pulling it out and holding it up slightly, showing I had found it. JJ once again laughed at the awkwardness of my movements, but I let it slide, assuming it to be friendly banter.

I took a few large sips of the cold water, letting it refresh my body. It was much needed now that we were out of the water, with nothing to cool us down from the beating sun.

“So are you having fun with us?” JJ asked. I looked over to see he was sitting with his knees up and his arms resting on them. I took notice of something that glinted in the light. He brought it to his mouth, seconds later releasing a faint cloud of smoke.

“You guys are really fun,” I said with a smile. “You really know how to make a girl feel welcome.” The blush that crept up my cheeks didn’t go unnoticed by JJ. “Y’all always have this much fun?” I questioned, I knew the answer though. I had learned over my past few shifts with Kie that there was never a dull moment between the group of friends, she was never short of a story about what had happened the day before.

“Oh, this is just skimming the surface.” He joked causing us both to laugh. He brought the Juul back up to his mouth once again, the small cloud escaping once again. I held out my hand to him. He looked back at it confused.

“Can I get a hit, or are you just gonna hog it?” I playfully made a grabby hand to the boy.

“You smoke?” JJ asked, handing the Juul to me cautiously.

I brought it my lips and inhaling slowly. The cool air made its way down my throat. I exhaled, a faint cloud flowing into the air. “On occasion,” I said causing JJ to shake his head, but the smile on his face was still evident. I brought the Juul back up and taking another long hit. I kept my eyes focused on the ocean and the group of new friends that were in front of me. “Really, menthol tho-” I said turning to look at him as I handed him his vape back. I stopped my sentence as we both turned red, seeing that he had been looking at me. “Were you staring at me JJ?” I questioned playfully.

“You caught me.” He said still not looking away. His upfront manner caused me to blush and break eye contact, suddenly finding the pattern of the towel interesting. “I just thought I should let you know that you’re beautiful.”

I smiled, feeling my face get hot at his sudden complement. “You’re really beautiful too,” I said the words spilling out of my mouth. “I mean attractive, handsome, you look nice,” I said trying to correct myself. The awkward moment made better when the two of us busted out laughing.

JJ managed a thank you between laughs. We both laughed for a while, to anyone else the whole ordeal was probably not nearly as funny as the two of us had made it out to be, but laughing with JJ was nice. Neither of us wanted the happiness of the moment to stop.

Eventually, we stopped laughing, but we were still smiling. We watched our group in the water to start another game of chicken. Sarah and John B against Kie and Pope. The group giggling as Kie managed to send Sarah off John B’s shoulders and into the waves.

“Would you maybe wanna hang out again sometime? Like just the two of us?” JJ said. His hand coming up to run through his hair nervously.

“Are you asking me on a date?” I asked with a small giggle, once again probably blushing.

“Well after my failed attempt at the Wreck and getting to know you out there.” He said motioning to the water. “I would love to take you out.” He stated, but his tone came off unsure.

“I’d like that,” I said with a smile.

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cockasinthebird · 5 years ago

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Laced up and ready to get dirty

Fingers tighten around the leather of the steering wheel, tensing till his knuckles go white then relaxing again. Deep breath in, then a long exhale. In… and out...

Steve is excited and thrilled and eager but also completely, devastatingly… nervous.

He angles the rearview mirror to look at himself and fidgets with his hair- not that it needs to be retouched for the fifteenth time today already, but it buys him time. Precious time to waste away on hesitation, and the longer he gets to hesitate, the less likely he is to actually.... He glances down the tan, buttoned up trench coat and triple checks that it’s closed all the way up and pulls on the belt to tighten it around his waist till he loses breath, JUST to be safe and secure.

It was a stupid spur-of-the-moment idea he got last week when he was visiting Hawkins to clear out whatever was left of his childhood home; his parents selling it now that Steve doesn’t live there anymore, all with such a lack of grace that shows they never really cared for that house, as if it was nothing more than a lavish cage for their only child. In a bag of clothes marked for donation - his father’s idea of philanthropy - Steve found an old Burberry trench coat, truly as fashionable and fitting now as it was back then, only difference being that as an adult who pays for everything himself, this coat would now be the most expensive thing in his and Billy’s entire apartment. Maybe he should have been more grateful for all that he had back then, or so his father would say whenever he found time to reprimand his son, but that wasn’t what he needed.

“Arrh, fuck!” Steve groans and rubs his face in hopes of recentering himself on the task at hand. He could mope around and be sad about his terrible father later, right now there’s more important things to do.

Such as opening the door to the same old BMW, the car soon on its last legs, having only survived this many years thanks for Billy’s expertise truly. It’s a bit colder out on the street than Steve expected, or maybe just a bit too windy, but he isn’t exactly wearing it to stay warm as much as he is to stay covered.

The hem of it grazes against the top of his suede boots as he takes decisive but careful steps around his car, now facing the open carport that exposes the inner works of the small service shop. It’s been almost a year since Billy got hired here as a mechanic, and it is possibly the happiest Steve’s ever seen him. Neither of them ever dreamed of big and important lives, no wanting to be a doctor or president or astronaut. All they wanted to be was happy, and they’ve found it in the simplest way possible.

He spots Billy immediately, past all the sweaty men, scattered car parts, and open hoods, he sees his boyfriend rise up from having just been shoulders deep in the guts of a shiny pontiac, coveralls tied around his waist, his white tank soaked with sweat, arms stained black with oil and grease.

The sight of it all sends delightful shivers down Steve’s entire body, ears to toes, and as he watches Billy wipe away sweat from his brow, well suddenly Steve’s far more confident in what he came here to do.

It shows in the way he marches towards Billy, who turns with a cocked brow at the assertive footsteps approaching him, where once he sees that it’s Steve demanding his attention, the most effortlessly smooth and charming smile spreads across his face, lids heavy to match the way Steve stares - something so salacious in the way his eyes glide up and down Billy’s dirty body, shiny with sweat.

“What are you doing here, princess?” Billy asks in a low and gravelly tone, quickly glancing around to see if anyone heard.

“Hmmm well…” Steve coos and plays lightly with the belt of his coat, the way his fingers flirt with the fabric hopefully clear with his intent, then speaks bluntly, “I woke up kinda horny today, y’know? Thought I’d save it for later- for when you come home, and tried distracting myself with doing the dishes or vacuum or anything really, but my hand just kept going down to jerk myself off-”

“Jesus Christ Stevie,” Billy breathes harshly.

“-and so eventually I wound up back in bed, on my knees, three fingers deep in me-” Steve wiggles said fingers for certain emphasis. “-but it just wasn’t enough. I need something thicker and veinier.”

With every word his stomach ties knots around itself, yet his dick is filled with life at how risky this is, with how much he needs to feel Billy pounding him sore and weak.

“And what do you want me to do about that?” Billy licks his lips, a hand reaching down to inconspicuously cup at his growing erection.

“I was hoping you could help me with my little problem? Ensuring that my engine is properly lubricated,” Steve’s naughty little smile fails at his own words, growing wider and betraying the sexy facade.

But it doesn’t seem that Billy minds as he laughs a bit too loud, biting his lower lip as if that would help keep his own smile more casual than one filled with exuberant joy. “You’re a menace- that was absolutely horrible,” he chuckles and brings both hands to his hips.

“Don’t be mean, I worked on it all the way here!” Steve’s own amusement bubbling over and into his voice.

Billy dares take a step closer, eyes slipping from Steve’s lips down his neck, pausing where he should be able to see the collar of a shirt. “You don’t have to try so hard for me, baby. Just tell me what you need, and maybe I can be of assistance.”

Steve’s expression dips back into something most indecent, his gaze burning with desire, pink lips parted as he slowly enunciates, “I need you to fuck me, hard and rough. I want your hands all over me, want your cock in me so fucking bad I think I might go insane without it. Please Billy, I-I can’t wait till you get home,” desperation seeps in as his tone goes almost whiny.

And Billy gapes like a fish, lips hesitating around emptiness as he tries to formulate thoughts. He glances around the shop, up at a clock hanging above the “Employees Only” sign, brow furrowed as he contemplates his options, all the while Steve waits as patiently as he can, pulling the belt tighter around his waist as if it would magically open up if he didn’t.

“Why don’t we… step into my office, and I’ll see what I can do?”

Unfortunately by “office” Billy meant the blindingly bright, claustrophobically small employee bathroom. It’s maybe 6 by 6 feet large and not at all what Steve had in mind, but he’s not going to complain about the abnormally large mirror above the sink. And at least it looks clean… enough.

Steve’s quick to turn to Billy as soon as the lock clicks, grabbing on to the white tank and using it to guide him to sit down on the toilet.

Billy, however, disagrees with that immediately and moves to touch Steve, who just as swiftly grabs his wrist, restricting his reach.

"Billy-" he starts off a bit agitated, but smoothes into something more agreeable, "Baby, if you get my coat dirty, you'll be eating cornflakes till you can afford to send it to the dry cleaner."

The way Billy laughs at that is mocking in a sense, but his shitty grin simply reminds Steve of the thrill he felt back in high school, after they started fucking around but before they became serious about one another.

"Forgot what a priss you can be sometimes, princess," he drawls and leans back, licking his lips as he settles with something vaguely familiar to patience.

“Hmmm…” Steve hums, slowly untying the belt of his coat. “You like that I’m high maintenance sometimes.”

He smoothly slips out of the heavy boots.

“Makes you feel real good about yourself though, getting to fuck someone with above average standards.”

In a show of how agile and limber he is, Steve stretches out his leg where the coat parts in front, and hooks his heel over Billy’s shoulder. Who in turn stares with a bit wider eyes at the silky soft, pastel pink nylon stockings clinging to Steve’s shin. Billy’s grip on his own thighs tighten with self restraint, the urge to touch the smoothness of Steve nearly unbearable.

“Did you shave your legs?”

“I did, for you.” Steve generally doesn’t care about leg hair, but found it a bit awkward looking when his thick, dark hairs stuck out of the bright nylon. “Wanna see what else I’ve shaved?”

Leisurely but with gentle pressure, Steve lets his foot glide down Billy’s chest, over his abs and all the sweat stains of his tank, past where the sleeves of his coveralls have been tied together, till he finds Billy’s hard cock tenting already, eliciting a lurid little hiss as he rubs it with the sole of his foot.

“God, you’re so easy, baby,” Steve speaks low with intent, drawing circles, revelling in the choked groans. “Getting you hard like this is effortless.”

At an all too agonizing pace, deliberate and mean, Steve unbuttons his coat from the bottom and up, exposing more and more of his thighs, the build up thrilling him as he watches how Billy sweats and struggles to remain dormant. Oh how he cannot wait to get the coat off and let his boyfriend ravage him completely, even the mere thought of it makes his own prick throb and beg for attention.

Billy stares with the most attention he’s probably ever shown any one person, eyes following the movement of Steve’s fingers, up and up and up, until a hint of lace gets revealed at the end of the stocking, cute and floral and feminine, a dozen small roses hugging the pale flesh, shiny straps leading further up to hide beneath the tan of the trench coat.

Steve caresses his thigh, hooking a finger beneath the strap and pulls it up only to let it snap back against his skin loudly, the sound reverberating, all the while never looking away from how Billy watches with intense hunger.

The burning gaze affixed to fingers follow right along, as Steve makes a bit of a jump and starts unbuttoning from the top now. One by one, till he runs his index along the hem, up to where it grazes against his neck, to pull slowly so that one shoulder can slip out, uncovering the strap of what can only be a bra, reaching down to hold on to delicate lace.

Harsh sighs escapes Billy as he attempts to control his breathing and himself, tongue darting out to wet his lips - Steve can feel the way Billy’s fat cock pumps full of blood beneath his foot.

There’s only two buttons left, and as one of them falls free, the coat drops down to bunch around Steve’s waist and the sink he’s leaning against, putting the pink, lacy bralette on full display; roses and leafs arranged into small triangles that sits tight against Steve’s pecks, his nipples just barely visible beneath the gorgeous and elegant fabric.

“Stevie, babe, please, I’m going to explode here,” Billy complains in an almost hilariously irritated manner, raising his hand up towards Steve’s thigh-

“No touching yet, I’m not done.” Steve swiftly kicks away that dirty hand.

“Thought you needed me to fuck you so bad,” the mocking response comes as Billy’s hand retreats to dig into his pocket.

And Steve pauses with his fingers around the final button that will unravel everything. “Well yes, but the thrill of anticipation gets me so hard.”

He pushes it out, wraps his hands around the coat and slowly pulls it apart, like a curtain revealing a true masterpiece of craftsmanship. And if Billy’s eyes were wide before, they’re now threatening to pop out at the sight of the garter belt attached to the stockings hugging Steve’s waist perfectly, and a thong matching the bralette in shape and lace, that might once have had a chance of containing all that Steve is, but now his long, full dick reaches up towards the belt with hard pride.

“Holy fucking shit,” Billy gapes, “I didn’t forget our anniversary or something, did I?”

Steve chuckles and blushes slightly at the attention and knowledge of just how stunning he looks. “Can’t I just surprise my boyfriend for no reason other than fun?”

“I’m sure you can, but I’m also sure you have some ulterior motive… not that I’m complaining.”

The sly smirk across Steve’s face suits him well as he slips out of the coat entirely, and reaches out to hang it on the hook attached to the bathroom door. Now fully exposed before Billy, Steve spreads his legs a bit further, runs his fingers lightly over the lace of his bra, and bats his eyes slowly.

Who stands up just as slowly, hesitantly, as if he’s still awaiting orders, as if Steve will tell him to stop and sit down any second now. When he reaches out Steve grabs his wrist, firm and assertive, but doesn’t linger in that moment; brings Billy’s hand up and up to touch his cheek, brushing fingers against pale skin and defiling it with dark smudges of oil. Still Steve doesn’t relent as he guides the hand down again till the rough palm presses against his throat, and Billy takes the opportunity immediately to squeeze.

A gasp hurries out at the sudden tightness around his airway and Steve’s eyes rolls back with the pleasure that jolts through his system, making his already painfully hard prick pulsate worse.

“Fuck, Billy…”

The other hand lands on his thigh, besmirching the pretty pink there, pushing into the soft flesh. As Steve closes his eyes to enjoy the euphoric, brutish hold he’s under, Billy dives in all tongue and teeth, biting at his lower lip and licking in to taste how sweet his spit is. Steve lifts up his free leg to hook it around Billy’s hips, drawing him in, finally allowing them both some heady friction, encouraged by strangled moans.

“Mmh- arrh, shit, pretty boy, this really couldn’t wait till I got home?” Billy growls against Steve’s lips, tickling as they brush together.

“I- mmh-ah, I wanted you dirty and risky like this,” Steve coos as low as he can and chases a kiss, but Billy leans away with such a shit eating grin. “Billy-” Another chase. “-Billy, please.”

“Don’t gotta beg, princess,” Billy’s laugh rumbles like thunder on a summer night; warm and deep and comforting

He takes a step back, Steve’s body instinctively trying to follow at the abrupt lack of touch, and with quick hands Billy undoes the way the sleeves are tied around his waist, unzips the rest of his coveralls that fall without effort to the floor, and pulls down his dark trunks enough for his steely cock to practically spring free.

The way Steve audibly inhales at the sight of it is almost humoristic, his body now acutely aware of everything that’s about to happen.

“How do you want it?” Billy drawls.

And it brings Steve back from the more indecent places his mind went at the sight of what he’s been hungering for all day. Half of him wants to drop to his knees and suck Billy dry till he’s delirious, the winning half however… He looks away for only as long as it takes him to retrieve the small and discreet bottle of lube from his coat pocket and pops it open before Billy can even speak again. He pours it into his own palm and closes his hand around Billy’s thick dick, stroking him quickly with impatience, slicking up every inch of hard flesh.

“I want you to fuck me from behind, bend me over the sink and pound my hole till I’m on the verge of tears,” Steve’s voice a lewd little thing, a salacious whisper only Billy would ever be found worthy of hearing, ghosting across his lips.

To which the only appropriate response Billy deem fit is to grab on to his boyfriend’s naked hips and spin him around, leaving clear, gross handprints that get smudged when those same hands smooth their way down to fill out with Steve’s ass.

Steve’s all too eager to bend down over the short sink, bracing himself on the porcelain edges as he watches how Billy admires the view through the mirror. The way those clear blue eyes stare down at his exposed self, tongue out to lick his lips like a wolf would before pouncing on an innocent lamb; it makes his heart beat faster, drowning his senses in quick waves of heavy lust.

“So pretty for me, baby, all laced up and fingered, wish you could see this.”

Billy gazes up through his lashes to meet Steve in their reflection. He grins with his tongue caught between teeth as he raises his hand just enough for Steve to have a moment of realisation before there’s a loud smack and stinging sensation.

“Mmh- ah! Fuck…” Steve barely manages to catch the moan with a bite of lips, his cock dripping with pre cum into the sink, whining with elation as the firm palm on his ass massages the red print.

A finger hooks itself on the slight string of the thong that runs between spread cheeks, pulls it aside, allowing Billy a good eyeful of Steve’s rim still wet with lube.

“You really just stood out in the shop in nothing but this, all slippery and ready for me to fuck your tight little hole with my fat cock?” He pulls on the fabric till it can’t stretch any further, wrapping it around a finger to allow himself freedom to grab on to Steve’s ass again. “Came all this way because you needed me to fill you up with my cum so bad.”

The blunt head of his cock lines up perfectly with Steve’s greedy entrance, and the poor, needy brunette can’t help but push against it, eyes fluttering closed as he slowly slides further and further along Billy’s dick, who hums with appreciation at the way the other is so willing to do all the work, velvety muscles clenching around him when he bottoms out.

“That good for you?” he asks kindly and squeezes Steve’s fleshy, pale cheeks.

Steve draws shallow circles with his ass pressed firmly against Billy’s hips, breathing in a manner that would be moans at home in bed, panting and sighing now; low drawn out hums. He sounds relieved, like Billy’s girthy cock was exactly what he needed, swallowing thickly as he nods, incapable of words lest they come out too loud.

Billy leans in to kiss up Steve’s shoulder, giving every mole on his way the attention they deserve, moves up his neck to the shell of his ear, snaking an arm around to hold Steve by the throat softly and tenderly.

“You’re so fucking tight, princess,” he purrs and nibbles at Steve’s ear as he leisurely starts moving his hips back and forth, adoring how breathless Steve looks in their reflection, mouth hanging open.

With his other hand he leaves a trail of oil stains up Steve’s stomach, leading to where Billy smoothes his fingers across shaved pecs, caressing the skin as he teases the frilly edges of the pink bralette, his every touch like fire igniting inside of Steve, his body tensing delightfully.

Billy squeezes tighter around Steve’s throat, a gesture that can be felt vividly in the way his wet dick pulsates and drips - pre cum running down his aching flesh to wet the thong even worse. The thrusts grow longer and deeper, Billy pulling out till just the head is inside, then tentatively pushes back in till he’s balls deep, and every time he runs over that certain spot inside of Steve a sensuous little gasp escapes those perfect lips.

“Look at what a mess you are, baby.” He brings them as close as possible - Steve’s back against his chest, rim choking around the base of his cock.

And Steve opens his eyes just enough to get a good view of how oil and grease has stained his pale skin and somewhat expensive lingerie, pastel roses and delicate embroidery defiled and tarnished beyond repair no doubt. His painfully hard dick that with a stroke or two would have him come undone. Billy’s crystal clear eyes that stare back intently; hungry- no, starved for this.

“A beautiful…” Billy kisses Steve’s neck with undeniable love and infatuation. “Needy…” Lips at the crook of his neck. “Desperate…” His shoulder. “Mess.”

Billy pulls out and slams back in so suddenly it barely leaves Steve time to catch his lucid gasp before it would have been heard from outside the door. Billy’s hips snap against Steve’s ass again and again at an indelicate pace, his teeth sunk into a shoulder as he bites back his moans, eyes trained on the way Steve’s brows knit together, eyes squeezed shut tight as he struggles with his own wanting to give sound to the burning desire lighting him up.

Skin slapping together, the obscenely wet sounds of Billy pounding Steve’s hole, ramming against that glorious sweet spot over and over, it’s intoxicating, fueling the white hot fire that coils at the bottom of Steve’s gut. Both of Billy’s hardened hands grab at Steve’s pecs, the skin of his fingers toughened up from fiddling with engines all day, rough against Steve’s sensitive nipples as Billy pulls down the bra to pinch and squeeze.

“Mmh ah- fuck-” Steve’s eyes roll back at the flourishing bliss that forms in his chest. “Billy…”

“Yeah, you like that?” A rhetorical question that barely receives an answer before Billy presses his dirty thumbs harder against the strutting buds.

Steve’s thighs tremble from it all, teeth biting at his lower lip as he fights every instinct to let it all out. And from the way Billy leers and grins mischievously at the sight in the mirror, there can be no doubt he knows.

Moves his hands to grab Steve’s hips with near bruising tension as he starts slamming into him, thrusting with intense fervor; the pace punishing and the sounds of how their bodies collide worse. Billy’s eyes are pinned to the spread of cheeks where his steely cock pounds into his boyfriend’s tight, slippery hole, his breathing ragged and tongue out wagging enthusiastically.

And Steve’s helplessly lost in his own euphoria of the moment; a hand flies up to clasp at his mouth, the other pressing against the mirror for the sake of balance so as to not get shoved against it whenever Billy rams inside, helping Steve inch closer and closer to climax, with breathless groans and grunts, sighs and whines, all too loud for such a public setting, yet not loud enough for such an intimate act.

Billy bends over to press his sweaty forehead against Steve’s shoulder, gaze still locked to where heat flares up at every plunge, at the way Steve’s body clings to his veiny dick.

“You’re so perfect like this, baby,” his voice rough like wet gravel, “So eager and greedy. Gonna cum in you, Stevie boy, fill you up till you’re ready to burst.”

“Please,” the self-restraint apparent in his tone. “I-I’m so close.”

Then there’s a hand in his hair, yanking and pulling his flushed face off of the mirror and back, his intense breathing fogging up the mirror as he struggles to keep hushed through his sudden orgasm that washes through him, the intensity blinding, his every nerve buzzing vividly at the unexpected release till there’s nothing left in him, but the sensation of Billy vigorously driving his girthy cock in and out, sending forth slight waves of static heat.

Till it comes to a stop with one forceful shove, the hand in his hair tightening, the fingers by his hip digging in, as Billy buries himself completely, pressing Steve against the sink till his thighs hurt from the porcelain edge jabbing him.

But it’s worth it to feel how every muscle flexes, Billy’s teeth closing around Steve’s shoulder to muffle his deep rooted moan that almost escapes in its entirety. Worth it when Billy comes down from his high and relaxes again, yet stays here like this, softening inside of Steve’s well used hole, arms wrapping around his chest to hold him close whilst they both catch their breaths.

Billy kisses gentle apologies across the imprints his teeth made on Steve’s skin, up his neck and as far across his cheek and jaw as he can reach from behind.

And Steve simply stands still, caught between his boyfriend’s broad figure and the white sink, convinced he would fall if Billy stepped back. He leans into the loving attention he’s receiving, every press of lips to his sweaty skin a blissful little source of tender satisfaction. When he finally opens his eyes again after having mindlessly drifted away in the afterglow, he just barely catches the way Billy glances down and grins in a rather humoured way.

“At least you got most of it in the sink,” he rumbles against Steve’s shoulder.

Looking down Steve sees his cum splattered into the sink, yet a few good drops made it up around the faucet and almost even to the wall. Yet his first thought is that he could have made it onto the mirror if he had jerked himself off to completion.

“Who’s going to clean it up?” Steve huffs a little laugh and meets Billy’s gaze in their reflection.

Who tries to hide his smile with kisses. “Hmmm I dunno, kinda wanna see what happens if we just leave it like this; who my boss is gonna blame for cumming in the employee’s bathroom.”

“Gross.”

“It’s yours, princess,” Billy chuckles out and rests his chin on Steve’s shoulder.

“So you’re saying I should clean up after myself?”

“Mhm, yup,” the p pops.

When something changes in Steve’s expression, a clear difference from one second to another, lids heavy as he turns his head to look at Billy with lips inches apart.

“Then it’s only fair that you clean up after yourself, too, don’t you think?”

#Harringrove #My writing #lemon #4.4k words #Including some public fun #Mechanic!Billy #and Steve in lace lingerie #It's also on ao3 if that's easier to read

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Chapter Seven

Memories, Nostalgia And Secrets

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The soft crinkling of the rain hit the grass and trees, and pattered against the window of the quiet Mindscape, making Janus think of days long past.

When they were all still one family. Before the split (and even for some time after), before the sides had names, before they properly understood their functions. Back when the only fighting they did was play fighting.

Before Patton worried so much, and faked his smiles a concerning amount of the time.

Before Virgil had anxiety attacks so very often, wracking his body till he couldn't breathe.

Before Roman and Remus built the wall, dividing the Imagination, splitting it in two like they had been, 'good' on one side and 'bad' on the other.

Before Logan drank so much coffee and lost so much sleep that he would semi-frequently get headaches.

And before Janus chose to become Deceit.

It made him think of when the twins would draw or tell stories (and bicker of course). When Virgil and Logan would read or tell each other about the latest cool thing they'd learned. And when Patton and Janus would bake and look after the others.

And here they were, almost just like old times; all six sides relaxing in the living room, quietly doing their own thing, making it increasingly difficult to keep the old memories away. Everything too reminiscent of days long forgotten, forgotten by everyone… but him.

Damn, he was really feeling nostalgic today.

Roman and Remus sat on the floor on the far side of the coffee table, doing something creative with paper. Virgil was scrolling through his phone, either reading or on Tumblr. Janus and Logan were reading their respective books. And Patton was staring into space, clearly thinking about something.

Logan sat to Janus' right, Patton to Janus' left, and Virgil to his far left, feet in Patton's lap.

Janus had to hand it to Roman, having a big u-shaped couch was definitely a good decision. Especially during movie nights when all six of them were piled onto the couch.

The comfortable quiet was finally broken by Roman. "Hey, random question, but have we ever done this before?"

"What, like deja vu?" Virgil asked, looking up from his phone.

"Well, yes but like… did we do this when we were younger? I don't specifically remember us doing that, but we must've with how strongly I can feel it."

Janus inhaled louder than was polite. How did Roman know? How could he possibly remember?!

"Aha!" Roman pointed at Janus. "We did!"

"No. We didn't. I don't know what you're talking about." Janus tried not to immediately follow his instinct to shrink back and slouch or run and hide.

"Ugh, I think I know what Princey's talking about. Kinda." Virgil scrunched up his nose. "It's like, I don't know, kinda like a faint memory, more the feelings that went with it than anything. I can't really grasp at the details without my head hurting."

"Hmm, interesting, I seem to be experiencing the same phenomenon. Only I don't recall the feelings, I can only remember what it sounded like. The scratches on paper, the flipping of pages." Logan closed his eyes. "The soft chatter of voices and sounds from the kitchen. Rain, against the glass window pane. And Janus… laughing? From the other room." Logan opened his eyes. "Sorry, that's all I can recall."

"Hmmm…" Roman frowned. "I guess we'll just have to piece it together ourselves if Janus won't help."

This was not something they should be messing with. Not if Janus was to keep the tolerance he'd stolen from them.

But he couldn't seem to say anything. He couldn't move, quite certain that if he tried, he'd fall apart and confess to his crimes.

He was frozen in place. Of course, right when he needed his silver tongue, it turned to lead, thick and heavy in his mouth.

"Hey, Pat? You doing okay?" Virgil lightly poked Patton with his foot from his perch on the back of the couch. "You've been awfully quiet."

Icy cold horror ran through Janus' veins, if they thought he was a conniving liar before, what would they think of him now.

"I… I can smell it. I— I think. Rain and cupcakes. Flowers. Something… something was slightly burned. Perhaps cookies. Yeah, co— cookies. Lemon ones. For… for Logan."

Dread was quickly pooling in Janus' stomach, forming a pit of anxiety, and kept him effectively pinned in place. He couldn't tell them now, even if he wanted to.

"I remember the warmth." Remus piped up, eyes glazed over from the attempt to remember.

Janus had forgotten Remus was even there, considering how unusually quiet he had been. The others seemed to have forgotten too with the way they looked over at him in surprise.

"Wh— what? What do you mean?" Patton asked, quickly sitting forward, staring at Remus desperately.

"Roman runs warm, always have. We… we would sit next to each other with our sides pressed together and I would… soak up the warmth. 'm always so cold. Tha'was the only time 'm warm."

What little focus Remus had was now gone, unfocused eyes boring into the carpet.

"Okay so if we all remember bits and pieces of it, then why the hell can't we remember all of it?!" Roman said, fidgeting agitatedly.

Janus flinched. "I… I don't think this is a good idea."

"You clearly know more than you're letting on…" It wasn't a question. Logan was trying to solve the puzzle, the one Janus didn't want revealed. But what choice did he have?

He couldn't keep it from them forever. As much as he wished he could. As much as he wished he had never agreed to help Patton do… that.

Virgil chewed his thumbnail nervously. "Wh— what happened? Why can't we remember? Jan, please." He looked away and pulled his arms tightly around himself. "I'm... scared."

Janus damn near lost what shreds of his composure he had left then and there. But he managed to keep himself together. He owned them at least that. He could cry later, in the privacy of his room.

"Before… before the—" Janus dragged two fingers down in an air quote, " 'Dark Sides', as we've dubbed, were sent away, we all… got along, a— and much better than you might remember because… because I made—" They waited with varying degrees of patience for Janus to collect himself.

"You made?" Patton urged, eyes wide with worry and partial recognition.

"I made… everyone forget. I made everyone forget so it wouldn't hurt so damn much when we had to leave. You can't miss someone if you don't care about them. If you don't remember how close you were. All the g— good times you h— had to— together." Janus put a hand over his mouth trying, and failing, to shove down the disgust he felt with himself.

"You… oh, oh." Patton tried to wipe the tears from under his glasses, but was only semi-successful. "Oh no. Oh God. Holy shit." They all let the swear word slip by, Patton usually being the only one who cared. It was certainly bad if Patton was swearing.

"It was my idea. It was, wasn't it? Wh— why?! Why would I d— do that?" Patton sobbed. "'m sorry! I'm so so sorry."

"Whoah, hey, Pat. I… I don't really know what's going on but we'll figure it out, okay? Together." Virgil placed a comforting hand on Patton's shoulder as Patton quietly hiccuped and sobbed.

Janus' stomach twisted horribly. This was all his fault. Why did he keep making mistakes over and over and over again? Mistakes that did nothing but hurt everyone.

"You—" Janus winced at how his voice seemed to echo through the silent room. "You did suggest i— it but you didn't mean it. I just… took it and ran. I never should've, should've… it was wr— wrong t— to do that."

"Yes bu— but I helped, Janus. I, oh it's all coming back to me. Ne— neither of us co— could've done it by ourse— selves. We did it to— together so it's our… no, it's not Ja— Janus' fault…

"It's my fault! It's all my fault." Patton buried his face in his hands, dissolving into a mess of sobs and a string of barely comprehensible apologies.

There wasn't much Janus could do. Not when Patton's breathing was coming out in whooping gasps, and his cheeks couldn't be more soaked. Not when Janus was also fighting to get a hold of himself, when he couldn't get himself to do anything, even as his concern for Patton steadily grew.

He couldn't do anything, for if he tried to provide any comfort right now, he had the strong suspicion that it would be unwanted. After all, this whole thing was his fault.

Patton was, no doubt, disgusted by Janus. Why would he want help from someone he despised?

Janus briefly noticed Virgil looking worried for Patton, like he wanted to comfort him, but was conflicted.

Logan looked about as lost as to what to do as Janus was.

When Patton's sobs had finally quieted to the occasion sniffle, he finally spoke, "H— hey, Janus?"

"Yes, Patton?" Janus' already high nerves spiked even more. His heart was beating so fast and loud that he could actually hear it thumping in his chest.

"Why… why couldn't I remember? I… I kinda, um, I think I know b— but…"

"After… afterwards you…" Janus sighed, "you weren't taking it well. Which of course was very reasonable considering what— what we'd just done. But I c— couldn't— just leave you like that. I couldn't just leave you w— with all that guilt."

"No. No, you didn't—" Virgil whispered.

"Yes, I… I did." Janus fiddled with his gloves.

"Did…" Patton's voice was the quietest Janus had ever heard it. "Did I a— ask for it? Did… I ask for you to erase m— my memories?" His voice wasn't accusatory, and Janus knew he would only blame himself worse if the answer was 'yes' rather than 'no'.

As much as it hurt, and even though this time tomorrow he very well could be all alone, he needed to get the truth out there. He needed to make sure Patton knew who's fault it was: Janus'.

"No." Janus closed his eyes, suddenly feeling too overwhelmed to look at the horror and disgust that was no doubt on their faces. "You didn't ask f— for me to suppress your m— memories. I m— made that decision o— on my own."

The crushing silence left in the wake of his answer was only broken by a soft gasp and stifled sob, and Janus couldn't help but grimace.

"I understand i— if this is unforgivable. I took Patton's comment of how it would 'be better if they d— didn't remember caring about each other' and actually made it r— reality. But I also... after c— convincing Patton to help me erase e— everyone's memories, I e— erased your memory, Patton. And without your k— knowledge or consent."

Janus took a deep breath, steeling himself as much as possible, before continuing, "No apology w— would ever possibly cover this, no amount of 'sorry's and no matter how genuine, could ever make up for what I've done, so I won't try." Janus finally opened his eyes, only to stare at his hands to avoid everyone staring at him.

"I won't make you forgive me. Or talk to me… o— or let me stay. You… can be as angry as you want. You can tell me to leave and never come back. You can hate me. That's fine. I'll understand. It's justified. I'll leave without a fuss." And oh, fuck. His vision was blurring again, tears welling up and spilling down, the aching in his head only growing worse.

There was a brief pause as Janus let his words sink in. But, after hearing several loud... sobs? Janus looked up in surprise, they were crying. They were all crying. Why…

It didn't look out of relief but like they were upset. Had he somehow made them feel guilty?

"I wasn't trying to… get pity points or something!" Janus exclaimed. "I was being serious."

"We know, you jerk. That's why we're crying," Roman all but sobbed.

Suddenly Janus had an armful of Patton, his head tucked under Janus' chin. Janus' eyes widened in alarm but he quickly began rubbing circles with one hand in Patton's back and ran his other hand through Patton's hair.

"P— Patton? W— what are you doing?"

Janus tried to gently maneuver Patton off of his lap, but the deeply wounded noise Patton made had Janus quickly reversing course, feeling as if his heart would actually shatter if he heard it again.

Of course, he was very perplexed as to why everyone was reacting this way, but with Patton such a warm and heavy weight in his lap, he couldn't find it in himself to protest.

Brain whirring to catch up and figure out why everyone was acting like this. But it was growing increasingly difficult as he was turning to mush under Patton.

"I— I'm h— hugging you, K— Kiddo."

"I… can see that. W— why though?"

"B— because y— you said some v— very sad a— and untrue s— stuff. And b— because you n— need it."

"O— oh."

Roman was suddenly on Janus' right. Hadn't Logan just been there?

Ah, wait, Janus could faintly hear Logan talking in hushed tones to Remus. Good, Remus undoubtedly needed it.

Virgil was still on Janus' left, although now he was half hugging Patton, who was pressed in between them. Janus twisting to keep him pressed against Janus' chest, but didn't find it difficult, especially as Patton still tightly clung to Janus.

"We aren't going to make you leave. We want you to stay." Roman said it with such conviction, his eyes shining, that for a second, Janus almost believed him.

But how long would that last?

He'd have to leave eventually. There was no way he'd stay in their favour forever. They wouldn't want him to be there forever.

He was just a thorn in their aching side, doomed to be inevitably removed.

"Yeah, Jan. It's not… like half bad having you around again." Virgil sighed. "We… don't want you to leave. Even though you and Pat made a mistake, a— a big one, we— I don't want you to… to leave...

"And yeah, we might need a little while to process everything and for things to go back to like… ya know, normal, but like, we want you around. So… stay. Please stay." Virgil sighed. "Sorry I'm like, bad at words but… but yeah. But that's… yeah, that's what I wanted to say."

"I a— agree with our Little Emo." Roman hesitantly put his hand on Janus' shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "Give us a little time, but… don't go. I'd… I'd miss you. S— so stick around, okay?"

"I— I… um." Janus wiped under his eyes furiously before returning his hand to its previous place on Patton's back. "Okay. R— right."

"It wasn't… the best t— thing," Patton finally spoke up, voice muffled by Janus' clothing. "But we d— did what we... what I thought w— was right. And w— we aren't gonna ever d— do it a— again."

Janus hummed and pressed a small kiss to the top of Patton's head. "Never again," Janus softly promised.

As deep as he was filled with shame and regret, he was equally filled with some sort of twisted relief. Such appreciation that he couldn't help but gently sigh in relief.

They would tolerate him, even if only for a little while longer.

And if he was careful, perhaps even longer than that.

"Well that was… certainly more emotional than I was expecting us to go through today. Especially when y'all suggested we should have a nice, quiet, relaxing day," Virgil muttered.

Janus couldn't help but agree.

...

They sat like that for quite a while, rain only falling heavier than before, and the sky outside darkening as the clouds went from light grey to dark grey, nearly black.

At some point, they had become one big, warm cuddle pile, limbs all half tangled together.

As nice as it was, and as much as he yearned for it to last forever, Janus couldn't help but think about when this would be over.

Well... over for him anyway.

He had no doubt they would still continue doing things like this, but soon they'd want him to leave, whether they told him directly or not.

He didn't have a choice. He was always going to be the outsider, and there was nothing he could do about that. But despite that, at least for now, he could still be the observer.

It allowed him to watch everyone rather closely, without getting too emotionally involved or bothering them too much.

His job was certainly a lot better like this. Hard but a lot easier when compared to how nigh impossible it'd been in the past. When he could only work in the shadows because they hated him.

Even though this wouldn't last forever, this… this truly more than amazing tolerance, it was still nice to have that, if only for a time.

But after they were done with him, so fed up with him they'd make him leave, it would be more difficult. More difficult to always be watching them from afar.

Not being close enough to actually be able to talk them into doing the best thing. Not just for Thomas' sake, but for theirs too.

They were important, even though their self-loathing said otherwise.

Janus couldn't help but hope he'd be allowed to stay around long enough to make them believe their importance. Or if not, at least long enough to start them down that way...

Eventually, everyone, except Janus, who was quite content to just lay there all afternoon, began to grow restless, one by one getting up to grab various projects.

Everyone stayed in the living room though, and despite them all not touching anymore, there was still a somewhat cozy and familiar atmosphere about them.

Despite the fairly comfortable feeling in the air, there was still some remaining tension from the newly spilled secret. But even so…

Even so… everyone seemed to be leaving the confusing feelings for a different time, choosing to instead enjoy themselves.

Remus and Roman fought over the crayons (no more coloured pencils after the stabbing incident of '09).

Logan still told Virgil fun facts about deep-sea creatures (and Remus throwing in some not-so-fun ones).

Patton embroidered (with some design input from Roman), and comforted Virgil ('Aww, it's okay, Kiddo! A giant tentacle monster isn't going to attack you while you sleep. Remus is just tryina scare you.').

Janus and Logan surveyed the disaster that used to be the living room (seeing as it was now covered in art supplies of various sorts), and amusedly watched their antics.

And for a moment, just the one, Janus could pretend it was still back before they grew up, before life got complicated and messy.

He could pretend he was still a part of their family.

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