#sTOP TEASING THEM TO ME PLEAS E

[inavagrant-a]

Mona enjoyers how does it feel?? How does it feel like that we simply keep winning.

[james-is-here]

Tags: Feminization, Jisung is called Princess/ass is called cunt, bbg Jisung, Frog pose. mentions of...being turned on by others listening in? Forgot what it was called, help. Jisung eats his cum then kisses after.

Please help, I forgot some of the names for some of the stuff in this fic, if you know the term, let me know 😅

Masterlist | Series Tag is "Sleeping Around by James"

His back arches with a whine as his hand lets go of yours to cover his adorably flushed face. The only thing he had on was a blue flannel, the hem already fallen to his upper back and the sleeves cover his hands.

He tries his best to be quiet but it feels so good, a week had just been too long and he didn't want to wait anymore. You barely had enough time to take off your shoes when you came back late with Chan before he was pulling you to his room then jumping on you and pressing his lips to yours.

Now here he is, bent over and painfully, in a good way, on the verge of his second orgasm. He lets out a soft, shaky moan when your hands slide up his waist. You had slowed down a few minutes ago and he was babbling what you could only guess were begs for you to go faster again. You were teasing him since before you stopped he was tripping over his words to tell you that it was too much. You moved your hands to his hips before gripping them and pulling him back as you sat up from leaning over him, moving him with you so he ends up in a frogs pose.

With the new angle, his moans are now muffled into the sheets as he continues to cover his face. You didn't like that as you glide your right hand up his back, feeling him shiver under your finger tips before you adjusted his shirt then continued upwards to wrap a hand around his throat, receiving a gasp and sob as you now noticed his tears while continuing your previously brutal pace.

For the first time since he started this, you spoke. "Princess feels so good you're crying. You feel good, Sungie?" He nods his head, a barely audible 'uh-huh' leaving his swollen red lips before he lets out a yelp of surprise when you slid your hand under his neck to pull him up, his legs still spread over yours, his ass pressed firmly into your hips as it seems your cock went deeper inside him.

His top half held up by his arms and even in the new position, his tip rubs against the sheets and that faint touch with your dick abusing his insides, he was so close to a second release. His breaking point was when you pulled him a back slightly, feeling the slight gaze of your teeth as you move the shoulder of his flannel out of the way, before you kissed his shoulder then left a hickey in the same spot, easy to hide, though you wish you could mark his neck, it's both of your favorite spot to kiss.

His second release landed on the sheets before you brought your free hand from his hip to his cock, cum coating your fingers before you brought your hand up. "Open up, princess." He does as told, his tongue hanging out as he accepted your fingers, swirling his tongue around the digits to clean them off before your pulling them away and his words slur together as he asks for a kiss which you give, Jisung moaning into your mouth as your tongue dominates his.

He pulls back and barely mutters out his plea. "H-Hyung, c-cum, please. W-want...hngh~ Want c-cum." He says between you still brutal pace. "You wanna be full, princess? Want to to fill your cunt? You want the plug after too?" He shakes his head, pushing up with his arms to sit further back on your lap and you slow down slightly as he leans his head on your shoulder, leaving wet kisses on your jaw. "W-Wanna s-soak u-until morning...e-extra full..." He says, his tone delirious as his rocks his hips over yours. "Such a slutty princess, huh?" "Y-Yours, H-Hyung. Only yours."

You suddenly push him back onto his front before pulling out, he whines at the emptiness before he's flipped onto his back. You push his legs up and he automatically grabs them to hold them in place before you push back in. "How about-" You cut yourself off with a guttural moan that you muffle simply with a bite of your lip before continuing. "You give me one more orgasm before I fill you. Can you do that?" "N-No, please-" "Then I can pull out and we c-can be done." He felt too good, you can't bring yourself to actually go along with your own words.

He shakes his head luckily which has you thrusting into him roughly. You felt that you've been a bit too nice and proceed to grip the base of Jisung's cock with one hand and the other reaching up to go around his throat. He had been a quiet good boy this whole time but the triad of your dick abusing that good spot inside of him, the feeling around his base, and the fuzzy feeling your gentle grip on his throat gives his head makes him release a moan that simpers into a whine that kinda has you worried since on the other side of the wall in front of you two in Chan's bedroom.

You slow down for a moment before shoving your fingers into Jisung's mouth, shoving them to the back of his throat. "Quiet, Sung, don't want Channie-Hyung to hear us." Your hips stutter at the sudden tight clench around your shaft and you notice Jisung's eyes roll back. "Oh really? You gonna cum with the thought of Chan hearing you? What about the others, huh? Pretty sure I'm not the only one that knows how much of a princess you are. You wanna know something else?"

You bring his legs up to rest on your shoulders as you lean down, Jisung's hands cradling your face, moaning softly against your lips as his boba eyes lock with yours. "We all very much love your slutty waist. You're so pretty Sungie." You lean in and kiss him again, his hands find the back of your head to tangle into your hair as you let his legs fall from your shoulders. You could tell he was getting tired but judging by how he's clenched tighter and he's practically panting into your mouth since you uttered your sentence, he's close. You stay leaned over him as you move one hand from cradling his face to stroke him at the pace of your thrusts.

He cums a couple strokes later and with a particularly deep thrust that has him clenching again, you fill him up, Jisung mewling at the feeling. When you finish, you only pull out for a short amount of time in order to lay behind him before inserting yourself into him again, not a single drop wasted you slyly mention to him.

About an hour later, you hear your phone going off. You don't remember setting an alarm but nonetheless you gently scoot your way back to reach into a drawer from a plug. Your pull out and replace yourself with the toy before getting up and putting your boxers back on then searching for your pants for your phone after covering Jisung up with the less messy part of the top sheet, dubbing to change them later.

When you find your phone, you also find no alarm but a couple messages from Chan. When you open the messages, you smirk with a glance over to the boy on the bed before looking back at your phone. 'Screw it, be louder next time. He sounds so wrecked.' surprisingly followed by a dark photo with a purple hue of his hand cover in cum and at the bottom you can just barley see his knee lifted up and his spent, half-hard cock resting on his stomach. "Holy Shit." You whisper before grinning, your hand moving to cover half your face in embarrassment before it's quickly taken over by warmth.

You wonder if the rest have thought this way... you also wonder if Chan is still...awake...You wouldn't mind helping him...

[grandlinedreams]

|| special thanks to @miloonmetis for this specific brand of rot on discord yesterday lmao and happy fingering friday to my bbs iykyk

[Heads up!: inappropriate joke about Law's fingers, fingering (reader recieving), oral (also reader recieving), kinda mean dom Law]

You spend an inordinate amount of time staring at Law's hands. They're pretty, after all, almost as pretty as the man himself. Long, slender ㅡ with the letters of 'DEATH' tattooed on them in dark ink against tanned skin.

You toy with his fingers, curling and uncurling them, feeling the delicate work of the tendons and veins beneath. Your fingertips dance between the gaps, then you sigh. "You know, about these fingers of yours..."

"Hm." Law, having tuned you out about fifteen minutes ago, does not pay much attention to the deliberate bend of his fingers under your control.

"I think I'd like you to do these three to me." You wait patiently for him to drag his attention off of his text book review and to his hand. The index, middle and ring are extended out, pinky and thumb bent.

'EAT', it spells, and it takes Law a good minute and a half to register that, then what you're implying. You grin wickedly as color flushes his face.

"Oh."

He does as you ask, though. He's nothing if not a generous lover in terms of what you can ask for ㅡ what he gives you is an entirely different story.

"Close? Already?" His tone is teasing, hard edge of something else in his voice as 'e' and 'a' curl within you. His head tilts as you writhe, hips rocking to meet his shallow thrusts into your warmth as best you can when his other hand is trying to pin you to the bed. "Come on, you can take another finger, can't you?"

It's equal parts condescension as it is genuinely a question, and your cheeks burn for how eagerly your body responds to his words. You nod, and Law's lips curl. "That's what I thought."

The breach of his third finger aches in the best of ways, makes you whine as your cheeks burn, heart hammering and tummy clenching at how close your orgasm is.

And then Law stops. 'E', 'a', and 't' halt their delicious stretch inside you, the denial of your orgasm a cold bucket of water as you gasp, half-worded pleas spilling from your throat. "Keep going, please, please, I was so close ㅡ"

"Hush." Law's lips meet your thigh, pressing against the soft swell of skin, admiring the plush expanse as sticky fingers curl against you ㅡ and then his tongue is against your hot, achy center, and you almost wail in relief.

This too is something Law is familiar with, follows every jerk and twitch of your body as he curls his tongue, kneads at your thighs in comfort even as your orgasm begins to crescendo once more.

This time you anchor a hand in his hair, yanking hin closer to you ㅡ thighs squeezing in a bid to make him stay. He isn't going anywhere though, renewing his efforts as your noises pitch higher before you still against him, yanking as you cum.

Law lets you ride it out, waits until your hand eases up in his hair to pull away and peer at you from just below your groin. "Can you take another?"

It's clear what he means for the way he looks at you as if he's going devour you, and you shiver breathlessly before you nod, preparing yourself for a very long night.

[jobean12-blog]

Insatiable

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Vampire AU)

Word Count: 893

Summary: Bucky will never tolerate any harm coming to you and he will do anything to protect you.

Author's Note: Another little piece for Kinktober! I can never leave out my favorite AU and Vampire!Bucky is one of my fave kinks! 🫠🔥 The inspiration for this came from Castlevania season 1- if you haven't seen the show it doesn't matter, I just love the idea of Dracula losing his mind bc anyone tries to hurt his love. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the sweet @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy!🥰

Warnings: soft sweetness, mentions of b-l-oo-d, fi-g-e-r-in-g, p-in-v, Vampire!Bucky bc he's just so hot lol

Vampire AU Masterlist

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

His blue eyes pierce the darkness of night as he gazes down on the slumbering village, unmoving on the large balcony even as you approach.

“I was wondering where you had gone,” you whisper as you curl yourself against him. “I hate being in bed without you.”

He removes his gaze from the village and settles it on you, the radiant skin of his brow furrowing when he sees your bare skin.

With a tsk of disapproval he removes his shirt and drapes it over your shoulders, cocooning you with its warmth as he presses you against his body. He drags his eyes away from you and stares back out over the village.

You lay a palm on his bare chest, feeling nothing but his cool skin. “Talk to me.”

He rests his hand over yours. “I’m going to burn that city to the ground.”

The words come out in a rumble of a warning, his eyes glowing and his fangs elongating.

“No,” you state, sliding in front of him so you can draw his attention. “You’re not.”

With a sly smile his focus returns to you. “Is that so doll?”

He cages you against the iron railing of the balcony and ghosts his fingers along your collarbone, moving higher until he pushes his shirt from your shoulder.

“Mm hm,” you hum, pressing yourself closer to him.

His dark eyelashes kiss his cheeks as he feels every inch of your naked body and his hands glide along your curves.

But when he speaks the next words his grip tightens and his eyes flash. “But they tried to take you from me. Tried to take the only thing that makes this eternity worth enduring.”

“James,” you whisper, brushing your fingertips along his jaw. “They didn’t succeed. You saved me. I’ll always be safe with you.”

His fingers ghost over your hip to grab your elbow before they continue sliding along your arm until he catches your wrist in his hand and leans his cheek into your palm.

“They need to pay for what they’ve done,” he murmurs as he lifts your hand and presses his lips to each fingertip. “I will make them bleed.”

“You can’t punish all of them for the wrong doings of only a few.”

“I can,” he says, his voice deep and powerful. “Besides doll,” he croons, his smirk growing, “how do you plan to stop me?”

Your own grin graces your features as you remove your hand from his and take his wrist, sliding his fingers down between your breasts and along your stomach.

His breath hitches ever so slightly as his eyes track the movement.

“A distraction,” he simpers.

You catch your bottom lip between your teeth and nod.

“For the rest of eternity?” he teases.

“Are you complaining?” you ask when his fingers meet the apex of your thighs.

You release his hand and he doesn’t move, his touch teasing.

“If I could stay buried inside you forever,” he murmurs, nipping lightly along your throat with his fangs, “I would.”

You shiver and spread your legs wider when his fingers dip lower. His free hand slides firmly around your neck and his fangs still hover above your delicate skin as he runs his nose the length of your throat, inhaling your scent into his lungs.

“You smell good enough to eat,” he hums when he slips two fingers inside you.

Your head rolls to the side, exposing more of your neck as you thrust your hips onto his fingers, whispered pleas for more falling from your parted lips.

“You tempt the beast inside me doll,” he growls.

“I want you…every way I can have you James.”

The drag of his fingers is slow, torturous and purposeful.

His cool lips graze along your jaw before they find yours and he draws out every breath from your lungs, pushing harder and deeper with his fingers.

“James,” you gasp as your legs start to tremble.

Without warning he pulls his fingers from inside you and lifts them between your bodies, the moonlight illuminating his glistening skin. He brings them to his lips, licking and sucking them clean of every last drop with a satisfied growl.

“They tried to take you from me,” he repeats, his eyes growing darker even as a soft glow surrounds his irises. “Tried to take this from me.”

As he speaks the words he grabs your thigh and spreads you open, lifting your leg and wrapping it around his waist. He fills you in one hard thrust, your back arching and bending back over the railing.

He holds you in his embrace, his hips still as he nips and sucks along the swell of your breasts.

“James…please,” you beg.

When his lips reach your pulse point he bites down hard enough to draw blood, his fangs caressing the spot before he soothes it with his tongue.

“You would have me do nothing when they try to take everything from me?” he whispers into your skin, his voice raspy with need. “I can’t lose you.”

He starts to move; each roll of his hips deliberate as he chokes out the next words and wraps his hand more tightly around your neck, drawing you impossibly closer.

“I can’t lose you and I’ll do anything to protect my Angel. Even if it means I have to be the Devil.”

@book-dragon-13 @hiddles-rose @randomfandompenguin @goldylions @buckysdollforlife @blackwidownat2814 @lizette50

[your-nanas-house]

Please give me a Jonathan Crane smut plsssss

I need this man to be OBSESSED with boobs pls

Yes....Yes. I love boobies and I love Crane so...YES!! *chefs kiss*

Those round pillows of hers

◇ Pairing: sub!Jonathan Crane x Girlfriend!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, just Jonathan fucking Y/n's breasts, pathetic Jonathan

◇ Summary: Jonathan is pretty eager to finally put his cock back between his girlfriend's boobs.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

Crane’s baby blue eyes remained fixed on his girlfriend, his dilated pupils and his slightly red cheeks, caused from the heat of the need he felt, just added something to his already noticeable state of submission.

His cock was still imprisoned in his pants, nearly begging him to free it by rubbing against the soft cloth of them, every time he moved slightly in his sitting position. That long and painful wait that Y/n was making him suffer was quickly becoming a kind of torture for him.

The young woman, standing in front of him; her focus not anymore on her usual skin routine but on her boyfriend, given the small whines and begs that Jonathan used just to make her give in to his self-centered needs.

Her shirt was thrown on the cold floor, near his feet. He was sitting on the edge of the sofa ready to obey the next order that Y/n could have given him, as soon as her teasing mood would fade.

"Pleasee—" Jonathan whimpered, sweet tears were forming in his shining eyes, clear desperation and visible arousal forming in them given his dilated pupils, which covered almost completely the color that enchanted Y/n every time she stopped to look at them.

After that something woke her up from her trance, she stopped admiring her boyfriend patetic self and finally moved her hands, taking the lotion she was using for her skin before lingering her y/e/c eyes back on Jonathan, opening his legs with hers.

"Get rid of your clothes, will you, baby boy?" she asked him with a voice between teasing and lust, her hands now busy massaging lotion on her tits while the bra was still on, covering enough to increase Jonathan’s feeling of need and eagerness.

"Please" he repeated, his breath getting heavier and his voice cracking softly, as Y/n lowered the fabric to reveal her breasts completely, slightly approaching him only to allow his warm lips to wrap around her now erect nipple.

As her hands continued to massage the soft flesh of her chest, adding a little more lotion from time to time to make them more slippery and ready to receive Crane’s throbbing cock, which stood straight against his stomach now, his balls full and heavy, in need of an imminent release.

The fourth little plea from the psychiatrist was enough to make her finally kneel down, putting her bra back before settling between his open legs— her hands firmly on his thighs almost like a message or an invitation to make him take what he wanted.

His hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it a couple of times as his eyes remained on her boobs; only his little whimpers and praises broke the silence that had formed before he aligned his length between her breasts, pushing up his hips to seek the pleasure he was wishing for, while they almost enveloped his cock completely.

Thanks to the lotion that Y/n had used before, the movements for Jonathan were way easier and pleasant, his hips moved almost automatically while she was still there, kneeled on the carpet of their living room, bouncing to meet his thrusts–- her lower lip caged between her teeth as she watched Jonathan’s desperate look, his eyes still staring and stable on her breasts, despite the movements of his hips and the shaking of his body caused by the pleasure he was feeling.

His desperate little 'yes' accompanied by heavy breaths and whimpers, warned Y/n of the imminent ending, which came like a train into Jonathan’s body— making him tremble and arch his back as he allowed himself to release his load on her boobs and her face before starting over again. Too fond of her boobs and the pillow-sensation they gave him to stop, despite overstimulation.

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[clus444]

12." Please, Don't ever stop!" (John Price)

The one-liners I choose from THEM. (This prompt was helpful. I let a generate choose.) Mature themes ahead, Beware of everything (Is this good enough caution lol)

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I whimper out, "F-fuck...please." I shiver as John runs his hand over my soaked pussy. John smirks as he leans down and sucks on my neck. Creating reddish/purplish marks on my skin. His hands runs over my thighs and grips every now and again.

I can hear my heart in my ear thumping repeatedly as his manhood grazes over where I need him most. He's been edging me since we finished dinner. I jolt as his tip teases my clit. I try to look at the alarm clock on my bedside but my chin is quickly grasped back.

"Don't lose focus sweets. I'd hate to have to punish you seriously," He says soothingly in my ear but his wolfy grin says otherwise. I knew it was a trap when he got quiet and beckoned me to his lap earlier. His questions should have ranged alarm bells or maybe it did and I was too dumb to notice.

"Do you know what restraint is wifey?"

"Do you know what it's like to fight teeth and nail to hold back your desires for another when you're so far away?''

A sharp grin spreads onto his face, "Let me give you your first lesson in holdin' back."

He is such a prick. If your vision wasn't hazy or your pussy wasn't responding the way it was, you could've kicked him. But you couldn't lie and say you didn't love it. The way he allows you to stop thinking in some moments. The way you try to be two steps ahead of everything but he's already at three. The way he knows when to step in and when to let you handle it yourself ( even then he's not too far behind).

He doesn't want to be an authority figure to you. He wants to be your protector, someone to turn to when you're sad, someone to rant to when you get red in the face from crying or tears pouring out your eyes when you're pissed. He wants to be yours just as much as you want to be his. You whine out when John grinds his dick over your pussy.

"Shhh... can't hear what she needs when your whining love," at this point John is thrusting his tip into your hole. You clench aimlessly around it when you feel it. With every clench, you swear you can feel a slick rush out of you. A soft wet sound from your cunt is heard but you can't dare to begin to be embarrassed. Just want an orgasm to soothe the pressure in your pussy. "John... plea- please. Want more," Tears well in my eyes.

He snickers," Since you asked so nicely." He begins pushing into my wet cavern. My mouth hangs open as a mewl comes out. John is no small man. Just like the guns he carries, there's weight between his legs that he carries as well. The stretch isn't painful but stings in between are apparent. "Let me in, love" John trails kisses from my neck to my jaw then landing on my lips.

I try to stretch open my legs as much as I can and he slips in deeper. My head falls flat on the bed. John pushes the last of himself inside. I can feel him close to my fucking cervix. 'Lord give me strength' I say in my head. My walls expand and moisten even more as if it's preparing for a pounding it knows it's coming.

"Please move," I moan as I feel John widen his stance. He starts off slow but quickly gains speed. John takes one of his hands to grasps my hands and holds it against the bed but above my head. John takes his free arm and hooks my leg over. I gasp and moan as he pounds into my pussy.

My eyes roll to the back of my head. He angles his head up to hit my G-spot to make me see stars. John groans into my ear as his cock slides in and out.

"Please!... Don't e-ever stop," I cry out as pressure builds in my lower abdomen.

"Give it to me baby. Let me have it," John growls as he slows down and focus on going deeper and rearranging these guts. "God, I could marry him'. Dick game should be good after all this teasing. I feel my body jerk and my heart speeds up as I get close. And if by throbbing of his cock he is too.

*pat...pat... pat pat*

He starts hammering into me again with what feels like desperation now. I feel something bloom in my chest. It's different from what I've felt in other relationships. It's overwhelming and starts to fill up my body. My words need a release just like my body.

"I-I love youuu," I moan as I cum. It comes out in ripples, making my hips buck involuntarily. My toes curl on the edge of cramping from how tense I hold them. I feel John join not too shortly after.

"I love you too, the love of my life."

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I wrote this as a way to introduce my masterlisttt.

[deathbyhertouch]

Ride the Lightning

Phoebe x Reader

warnings: smut (18+, mdni), mommy! phoebe, brat! reader, squirting, voyeurism, semi-public sex, corruption kink, teasing, degradation, praise kink, bdsm, rough phoebe, dom/sub dynamic, fluffy ending

word count: 1.2k

A/N: here's something short and sweet (like PB). please send me requests for works you'd like to read

hope you like it!!

“Quiet. Do you want us to get caught?”

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to antagonize Phoebe the way you had been. However, you were pretty happy to end up in a coat check closet, pressed up against the wall, her mouth on your dripping pussy. It started with a drink here, hand on a thigh there, and a well timed grab to the ass. You were at a wedding for one of her cousins, you couldn’t remember which one. Your mind only had her on your brain.

“Please, you feel so good.” 

Your incessant whining always struck her to her core, how could she resist such a sweet request. It wasn’t her fault you whimpered and whined at the faintest touch from her hands or her mouth. She was an artist after all, and you were the pièce de résistance of her musings. She could write sonnets and limericks all day long about your sweet cunt. 

Her mouth expertly sucked and licked your puffy clit, urging your orgasm to bubble to the top. You were nearly there, your fingers grasping desperately at the lavish coats around you. You could practically feel the smirk on her lips, she was moaning against you, to coax you out further. 

“C’mon pretty girl, I can feel you clenching around my fingers, let me have it. Cum for me, now.” Her words were enough to drive you over the edge, letting out a loud cry of relief as your orgasm crashed down upon you. She kept fucking you on her fingers to work you through your release before pulling them out and bringing them to your lips.

“Suck.” You happily accepted her fingers, the heavy feeling of them, comforting on your tongue. You moaned at the taste of your release. She gently pulled them out of your mouth, before wrapping them around your jawline.

“Such a good slut, always so obedient for mommy.” Her praises were enough to have you growing aroused all over again. You gasped at the moniker she gave herself, only spurring you to want to fuck her all over again. 

“Well, mommy, how about you take me home so I can fuck you properly?” Your brattiness coming out worked its magic on her, and before you knew it, she was dragging you out of the coat closet and towards her car. The entire ride home was silent, she was focused on getting you back to the house. That and she was desperately trying to avoid cops while actively going 20 over the speed limit. Her right hand had a death grip on your thigh as your fingers traced delicate circles over her hand.

When she finally reached home and pulled into the garage, you both sped out of the car and raced into the house. She pushed you against the door, crashing her lips against your own. You moaned at the contact and her hands groped feverishly at your ass. She tapped the back of your thighs, and you jumped, wrapping your legs around her waist as she carried you to the bedroom. She all but threw you on the bed before kicking off her heels and climbing on top of you. 

“Pheebs, ruin me. I need you.” Your pleas not falling on deaf ears, she smirked, unstrapping your heels. Her hands wrapped around your bare ankles, yanking you towards her.

“Stop whining, take it like a good girl. You’ll be rewarded if you behave.” She growled, placing a kiss to your leg. You mewled an ungodly sound, absolutely sinful against her will. She was loving every minute of this. Your pussy was absolutely dripping. She grabbed the skirt of your dress, pushing it up so it bunch around your waist. You lifted your hips to help her out, which she winked at you in gratitude. You blushed, your legs instinctively moving to close themselves. 

“Uh-uh, spread those legs, baby. I wanna see the mess you’ve made.” She scolded you, pushing your knees apart. Her eyes fell to the ever growing wet patch on your white panties. She crawled towards you on the bed, bending so her hot breath was brushing against your core. Your hips bucked upwards at the contact, and her hands moved to push your hips back down, effectively pinning you to the mattress. She gave you that infamous, devilish grin before running a finger over the increasing wet patch on your thong. You squealed, anxiously awaiting for her to do something, anything at all. She was enjoying the torturous spell, especially after the teasing you had put her through at the wedding. 

“C’mon baby, I can hear the wheels turning in your head. Beg for it. I want to see those pretty lips plead for me to touch you.” She antagonized you, but boy did you love it. The opposite side of the brat card you played for her, was the patient sadist ready to drive you mad. 

“Mommy, I need you. F-fuck, I want you to ride my face. I want to taste your pussy. Please, I-I’ll lick you up so good, wanna feel you cum on my tongue.” You begged, with every fiber of your being, to win her over into giving you what you want. You wanted to touch her, please her, worship her to the fullest extent. She hummed satisfactorily, before slipping out of her dress, and crawling up the bed to place her knees on either side of your head. 

“As you wish, brat. Go ahead.” She granted you permission, allowing you to wrap your hands around her thighs and pulling her pussy down to your mouth. You made quick work of flattening your tongue and swiping through her folds. She groaned, throwing her head back. You clasped your lips around her aching bud, sucking harshly as her arousal only grew. She let out a breathy ‘fuck’ as her fingers tangled themselves in your hair. She tugged harshly, pulling your mouth impossibly closer to her cunt. 

You lapped fervently at her juices, not wanting to spill a single drop. Her moans only increased with the passing time, you could tell her orgasm was fast approaching. Your tongue circled her entrance, before finally penetrating her. You could feel her walls tighten around your tongue. You moaned into her, the vibrations moving through her like lightning. She cried out, her orgasm coming over her, her hips bucking involuntarily against your jaw. Her juices gushed down onto your face, coating your chin. You helped her through her own orgasm, slowing down at a gentle pace. She shakily moved off of your face, falling beside you on the plush mattress. She turned to face you, watching your breathing start to falter. You pupils were blown, and your cheeks flushed. No doubt you were priding yourself at the orgasm you gave her. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You smiled at her, imprinting her beauty into your brain, never wanting to lose the memory of how beautiful she looks in this moment.

Love, A

[elysiaheaven]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞..?-𝟏𝟗-(The Fox's wedding)

Words: 1690

TW: Mentions of self-hatred, (constantly b!ggi!ng to d!e)

Jiaoqiu continued to kiss you with a fervor that matched your own desperation, you felt a mix of overwhelming need and a deep, unspoken affection. Each kiss was a silent declaration, a plea that you couldn't voice but that echoed through your every touch and breath.

You clung to him, your hands gripping his shirt as if it were the only anchor keeping you grounded. His lips were relentless, moving against yours with a passion that left you breathless and wanting more. In the darkness of the alleyway, time seemed to stretch and bend, leaving just the two of you wrapped in a cocoon of desire and need.

Within the confines of your mind, you were whispering over and over that you loved him. The words were like a mantra, repeating endlessly in your thoughts as you drowned in the sensation of his kisses. Your heart was screaming with every touch, every press of his lips, but you couldn't bring yourself to say it out loud. It was as if the intensity of your feelings was too powerful to be spoken, only felt in the desperate need for his touch.

Every kiss was a silent confession of the depth of your feelings. You were lost in the need to be close to him, to be enveloped by his love and affection. The kisses were more than just physical; they were a desperate attempt to convey all that you couldn't express in words.

Jiaoqiu's kisses grew more insistent, each one a plea for more closeness, more of you. You responded with equal intensity, your lips moving against his with a frantic urgency. You wanted him to understand, to feel how much you cared without having to say it.

Stop...falling for him.

Jiaoqiu's grip on your waist tightened as your teasing words left your lips. "You're so messed up, Kissing someone like me..? " you said, a twisted smile curling at the edges of your mouth, an evil glint in your eyes.

He responded with an even more fervent kiss, as if trying to silence your dark humor with the intensity of his lips pressing against yours. His hands roamed your body, possessive yet desperate, as he pulled you even closer into his embrace. Between kisses, he breathed heavily, his words tumbling out between breaths, "It's because of you. You're the reason I'm this messed up."

His lips moved to your neck, trailing hot, urgent kisses as you gasped. He pulled back, just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and desire. "At first, it was madness," he admitted, his voice raw. "When you devoured that Borisin and told me we could kill them all together... I thought I'd fallen into some twisted version of hell."

You could feel his heartbeat pounding against your chest, a perfect mirror to your own chaotic feelings. His words struck a nerve, but before you could respond, his lips were back on yours, hungrier than ever, his need for you growing fiercer with every passing second.

"And then," he continued, barely breaking the kiss, "it wasn't just your madness. It was your kindness... that's what made me love you more than anything. When someone achieved your dream for you....You are kind, You just act pathetic to show you're bad person."

His confession sent a shockwave through you, but before you could process it, his lips crashed into yours again, his tongue slipping past your lips, deepening the kiss. It was intoxicating, the way he kissed you—his lips moving with such fervor, his breath mingling with yours as he held you even closer.

He kissed you with everything he had, as if trying to break through whatever barrier you had put up between the two of you. His tongue moved against yours, the heat between you two rising with every second, as though he was trying to taste every part of you, to understand the pain and confusion that lay behind your laughter.

"Something's wrong," he said between ragged breaths, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, his expression a mix of frustration and desperation. "You're acting like this, but I know it's not you."

Before you could respond, he kissed you again, this time slower, more deliberate. He wasn't just trying to possess you—he was trying to understand you. His lips moved against yours with a tenderness that contrasted with the wildness of his earlier kisses, and it made your heart ache.

You wanted to laugh, to push him away with more dark jokes, but the way he kissed you, the way his hands held you so gently, it broke something inside of you.

Jiaoqiu pressed his forehead against yours, his breath still labored from the intensity of the moment. His voice softened, the warmth in his eyes mixing with an unspoken promise. "I'll wait... when you're ready to talk, I'll be here."

You felt the weight of his words sink into your chest, heavier than any burden you'd carried before. Your throat tightened, the tears welling up in your eyes despite your efforts to keep them at bay. You closed your eyes, a quiet, broken apology slipping from your lips. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

It came out barely above a whisper, but the words carried the weight of every crack in your heart, every regret you had buried deep. You felt like a ghost—a shadow of someone who couldn't fix anything, who had only caused pain. The tears began to fall, silent and slow, as you clung to him, your brokenness on full display.

All you could do was cry. It felt like everything you had tried to hide was coming to the surface, and you couldn't stop it. You felt hollow, lost, and so utterly shattered that even standing next to him seemed impossible. "Just... end it," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I can't take the lies anymore... I can't keep doing this. You promised... you promised you'd kill me."

You fell against his chest, your body trembling as you collapsed into his arms. Your fingers gripped onto him weakly, as if he was the last anchor keeping you from completely drifting away. The words spilled out of you, broken and pleading. "Please... just do it... I can't... I can't keep lying. You said you would kill me... you promised."

Your voice trailed off, and when you looked up at him, your eyes were so dead, so devoid of the fire you used to have. There was nothing left but exhaustion and the aching emptiness that threatened to consume you.

Jiaoqiu's expression shifted, torn between frustration and the overwhelming sadness that came with seeing you like this. He wanted to say no, to refuse you, to keep fighting for whatever remained of the person he had fallen for. But the way you looked at him—the deadness in your gaze, the complete surrender to the darkness inside you—he felt it too. The exhaustion. The weight of everything.

He sighed, tired, worn out from everything he'd been through with you. "Alright," he said quietly, his voice soft but firm. His lips pressed against yours gently, almost like a farewell, like a final kiss before the end.

But as he kissed you, there was something else there—something more than just the promise of death. There was an aching tenderness in the way his lips lingered on yours, as if he was trying to give you something to hold onto, even if you were slipping away.

The kiss was slow, almost painfully so, as if he was trying to remind you of the connection between you two. His hands cupped your face gently, as if you were fragile, and he pulled you closer, holding you as if he didn't want to let go.

Jiaoqiu's voice broke through the heavy silence, his hands still gently holding your face as if you were the most fragile thing in the world. "Why waste time?" he murmured softly, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "If this is all we have... I'm just going to spend whatever time I can with you."

His words were meant to comfort, but they only deepened the pit of emptiness inside you. You couldn't muster a smile, couldn't even pretend to be okay anymore. You felt so utterly dead inside, like a hollow shell walking through life, dragging your feet, pretending to be something you weren't. The hope you'd once had—the faint belief that Jing Yuan would see past the stories and lies—had withered and died.

You had wanted to believe that someone, anyone, would understand. That they would see through the tales spun about you, that maybe, just maybe, Jing Yuan could be the one to remember who you really were before everything went wrong. But even he hadn't. The look in his eyes when he saw you, the cold accusation—it was just like all the others. You were nothing more than a monster in their eyes, a walking curse, a being of destruction.

You weren't a goddess. You never had been. You were just... you. A normal person once. Someone who had dreams, hopes, and desires. Now, you were something far darker, far more twisted, and all of it weighed down on you like a crushing weight you couldn't bear anymore.

Your breath hitched as you closed your eyes, the overwhelming need to just disappear filling every part of you. If this was what life had become—being misunderstood, feared, and despised—what was the point of going on? You wanted to close your eyes forever. To sleep and never wake up again, to escape this torment of pretending to be someone you weren't.

 His words barely reached you, drowned out by the suffocating darkness that consumed your thoughts. You felt cold, distant, like you were already fading away. You rested your head against his chest, feeling his heartbeat—strong, steady—while your own felt so fragile, so close to breaking.

The weight of it all became too much. The lies, the betrayal, the emptiness. You wanted to be free of it, to let go. But Jiaoqiu's arms around you were the only thing anchoring you to this world, even as you felt yourself slipping further into the abyss.

"I can't..." you whispered, your voice breaking. "I can't keep living like this."

Jiaoqiu tightened his grip, refusing to let go. "You're not alone," he whispered, his voice filled with desperation. "I won't let you go. Not now, not ever."

[livesincerely]

this pounding in my heart just won’t die - ch. 2

Rated E, A/B/O.

Also on Ao3. Chapter 1 here

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‘Taking him home,’ actually translates to ‘taking him to Eddie’s house,’ which is the exact kind of thing—has the exact kind of implications—that Buck normally doesn’t let himself think about for too long.

But now? Now, riding in the back of the ambulance, flushed and sweaty and painfully empty, his teeth clenched against the overwhelming heat sizzling just under his skin?

Now, when Eddie’s holding him close, a hand curled protectively around his hip as he murmurs assurances against his hair, his head tucked against Eddie’s shoulder and his lips pressed to his pulse? When Eddie says he wants him?

It’s hard not to read too much into things, is all he’s saying.

It’s hard not to hope.

But after an agonizingly long journey, they finally roll to a stop.

“Buck,” Eddie prompts when neither of them move. “You still with me?”

“Yeah,” Buck manages, rising on shaky legs. “‘M with you.”

Before he can take a single step, Eddie’s there, steadying him with an arm around his waist. He helps him climb out of the ambulance, then, together, they hobble up the drive.

“Hen and Karen are gonna take Christopher for the next few days,” Eddie tells him, leading him into the kitchen. “Let me pack up some clothes and stuff for him real quick and then we can get you settled.”

“Need a hand?” Buck offers, all but collapsing against the far wall—he’s pretty sure if he sits down, he won’t be able to get back up.

Eddie just looks at him: a familiar mix of fond and exasperated.

“Do I need a hand from the guy who can’t even stand up on his own?” Eddie wonders, in the driest voice imaginable. “Somehow, I think I’ll manage.”

“Smartass,” Buck pouts. “I was just asking.”

“And I’m just telling you, I’ve got it,” Eddie replies. “Pull up a chair before you pass out, idiot.”

“I’m fine.”

The Look only intensifies.

“I’m fine enough,” Buck concedes. “You know, I think there’s still a load of laundry in the dryer, I could just—“

“Or, maybe,” Eddie cuts in firmly, flattening his palm over Buck’s sternum to hold him in place. Buck’s heartbeat kicks into double time. “You could stay here and let me handle it. I know the concept of ‘self-preservation and taking it easy’ goes against the very nature of your being—“

“Hey!”

“—but I’d really love for us to get through this relatively unscathed. You’re already feverish,” Eddie continues, reaching up to brush the back of his hand over Buck’s clammy forehead. “And your scent is just…”

“Is just…?” Buck murmurs hoarsely.

Eddie takes another step forward, caging him against the wall with an arm on either side of his waist. His eyes trail over him, lingering on Buck’s mouth for a long moment before dropping lower, his nostrils flaring.

“Smell like you’re aching for it,” Eddie says, and there’s a rasp to his voice that sends a thrill of heat sparking up his spine.

And what is Buck supposed to do except want him?

His throat works, his mouth painfully dry. “Eddie.”

Their eyes meet again, the scant space between them buzzing like an electric charge.

They breathe together for one second, two seconds. Then Eddie threads a hand through Buck’s hair and tips his head to the side, exposing the vulnerable line of his throat.

Buck just barely manages to choke back a whine. His hands clench and flex uselessly at his sides, then somehow find their way to Eddie’s hips: a wordless plea, urging him on, begging for his touch.

There’s a hot puff of air against his collarbone, the whispering touch of Eddie dragging his nose down his throat, tugging the neck of his shirt aside for better access. Then he’s mouthing at his scent gland, nipping and teasing at it until Buck can almost taste the mark he’s leaving there, the claim he’s bruising into his skin.

“Eddie,” Buck gasps.

“I know,” Eddie growls, and god, the scent that’s rolling off of him is absolutely insane—rich and smoky and fucking delicious, sweetened by the sizzling edge of arousal.

Buck tugs him closer. “I want—“

“I know.”

Eddie pulls back a hairsbreadth; his chest is heaving, his pupils surrounded by a thin ring of lovely ruby red. Buck feels his own eyes flash gold in response, his hindbrain purring yes, alpha, please, mine, please.

“I—“ Eddie’s eyes drop back to his mouth. Then he tears himself away, staggering back until he’s put several feet of space between their bodies. Buck misses his warmth like a lost fucking limb. “I gotta— Chris. A bag for Chris.”

Buck forces himself to stay flat against the wall; it honestly might be easier to hold back the tide.

“Chris,” he agrees, because Chris. “But… hurry?”

“I’ll be as quick as I can,” Eddie promises. “Just hold on for me, okay? I’ll be right back.”

Everything’s gone all hazy and distorted, broad strokes that all run and melt together like a watercolor. He feels a little floaty, feels a little drunk, almost—drunk on the sound of Eddie’s voice in his ear, of his scent in his nose and his mark on his throat—and the heat bubbling inside of him settles reluctantly into a low simmer.

From somewhere far away, Eddie’s voice repeats, “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” he sighs.

———

Buck drifts—for seconds or minutes or maybe for hours—tethered to his body but existing somewhere outside of it, when something nudges at the edge of his consciousness.

“—ck? Buck. Buck. Evan.”

Buck blinks, then blinks again, and the world comes back into sharp, angular focus.

“Oh. Hi,” he murmurs, slurring his words just a little. “All done?”

“All done,” Eddie confirms, because Eddie’s standing in front of him again, one hand curled around his shoulder, solid and grounding. “You still hanging on for me? I thought I lost you for a second.”

He frowns, searching his face like he’s surprised to find Buck right where he left him, then continues, “You didn’t have to— You could’ve at least sat down.”

“It’s— You told me to wait for you,” Buck explains, a little helplessly. “You told me to stay.”

Eddie inhales sharply.

“Jesus, Buck,” he rumbles. His hand tightens around Buck’s shoulder, his eyes deep and dark, and that decadent smell of rich-cocoa-spice teases at his nose once again. “I’m gonna have my hands full with you, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, probably,” Buck admits, lowering his gaze. “So, uh, sorry in advance, I guess—“

“Don’t be sorry,” Eddie says, almost an order. “There’s nothing to be sorry about.”

“It’s my heat,” Buck explains, or tries to. His head is starting to swim again, his tongue heavy in his mouth. “It makes me all…”

Eddie’s hand slides up his neck to cup around his jaw, his thumb sweeping over his cheek. Buck can’t help but nuzzle into the touch, lashes fluttering.

“Dropped you like a sack of bricks, huh, querido?” Eddie says in that same, rumbling voice.

Buck feels himself flush, honey-thick desire seeping through his veins. Instead of searching for any more words, he just nods.

“Okay,” Eddie says. “Hey, look at me.”

Buck’s eyes dart up immediately.

“Thank you for telling me. For trusting me with this.”

Buck doesn’t know what to do with the praise, doesn’t know what to do with his hands. He shifts on his feet, then stammers, “It’s— I mean, it’s you, Eds. I’d trust you with anything.”

Eddie’s eyes shade even darker.

“We should—“ Eddie stops, waits a beat, lets out a slow, deliberate breath. “Let’s move this to the living room, yeah? We should probably talk before we go any further.”

Buck’s stomach lurches like he’s missed a step coming down the stairs, anxiety and anticipation twisting him up inside. He manages an attempt at a jerky nod and Eddie’s hand curls around his wrist, coaxing him away from the wall and out of the kitchen.

He settles gingerly into one corner of the couch, fingers digging into his thighs. Eddie settles next to him—close, but not nearly close enough, but also way too close, actually, the phantom heat of his body just enough to tease at him—and the weight of his gaze is like a physical thing, unrelenting and inescapable.

He bites his lip, trying desperately not to squirm.

“Buck,” Eddie says after several long moments of silence, and he shouldn’t be allowed to sound like that, all whiskey smooth with just a hint of growl. “Sweetheart, come here.”

Buck’s on him in an instant, tucking himself under Eddie’s arm and curling as close as he can.

“Sorry,” he manages, sucking in these huge, gasping lungfuls of Eddie’s scent. “I know we need to have an actual conversation, but I genuinely cannot think about anything except how much I need you to be touching me.”

“No reason we can’t do both,” Eddie says, shifting them around until they’re reclined back against the cushions, their legs tangled together. “It’s not exactly a hardship to get my hands on you, Buckley.”

“Eddie,” Buck whines, thin and needy, tucking his face against his throat. “You can’t just— I’m holding on by a thread here, man.”

“We’ll make this quick, then,” Eddie determines, tugging him closer. “Just tell me how I can make this good for you. Whatever you want, whatever you need from me, it’s yours.”

“That’s a dangerous offer to make,” Buck points out, keeping his voice light. “You sure you know what you’re getting into? I might ask for too much.”

“Not sure there’s any such thing,” Eddie says easily.

Buck thwaps him lightly across the chest. “I’m being serious.”

“Who says I’m not?”

“Eddie.”

“Evan.”

And god, the way his tongue curls around his name has his heart skipping several beats in his chest.

He’s still searching for something—anything—to say in response when Eddie’s hand slides up to cup around the nape of his neck, urging him back just enough so that they can look at each other.

“Hey,” Eddie murmurs, and he’s so stupidly, painfully handsome that it makes his whole body throb. “It’s just me. It’s just us. All you have to do is let me take care of you.”

“But—“

“Tell me,” he commands gently, “what you want.”

“You,” Buck chokes out. “Just you, Eds. Whatever you’ll give me.”

“And what if I want to give you everything?” Eddie asks. “What if I want to be the one that gets to hold you, that gets to fall asleep next to you every night and wake up with you every morning? What if I want to lay you out and work you open until you’re trembling on my fingers, gasping for it, begging me to fuck you? What if I want to keep you?” Eddie pauses then, like he isn’t cradling Buck’s still-beating heart in his hands. Slowly, he finishes, “What if I want to love you?”

“Eddie,” Buck breathes, an impossible hope blooming in his chest.

“Is that something you’d be interested in?” Eddie asks, steady as ever, holding his gaze.

“You— You’re serious?” Buck asks. “You really…?”

He doesn’t get any further than that, but Eddie just smiles at him like he makes perfect sense, his expression wondrously soft.

“I really,” he confirms. “More than anything.”

“Please,” Buck whispers. He can’t say it any louder—he feels like he’ll shatter into a thousand pieces if he tries. “Eddie, please.”

Eddie’s eyes fall to his lips.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, so perfectly goddamn considerate, and Buck can’t take it anymore.

He lurches forward and slots their mouths together in a frantic kiss.

And Jesus fucking Christ.

Because Eddie doesn’t just kiss him back. No, Eddie captures his mouth like he owns it—like he’d staked his claim a long while back and is only just now collecting his due. And Buck’s more than happy to let him, leaning into every touch, reveling in the feeling of fingers in his hair and nails scratching at his scalp, aching to be plundered and conquered.

Eddie nips at his lip, then fucks into his mouth with his tongue, teasing at his soft palate until Buck is making these needy little whimpers, his hips twitching helplessly. The arousal buzzing under his skin is stoking itself into a roaring inferno, refusing to be suppressed any longer.

As if sensing the change—the sudden, runaway train inevitability of his heat—Eddie’s hands slip up under the back of his shirt, caressing his overheated skin, then splaying wide and possessive over the small of his back. Buck moans against his mouth, every nerve ending alight with sensation, and the noise he makes when Eddie ducks his head to suck a bruise into the space under his jaw is high and thin, eager and wanting.

“Dios mio,” Eddie mutters, sounding almost as riled as Buck feels, and he grabs for his hips, pulling at him until he’s straddling him, one knee on either side of him.

And fuck, it’s good. He settles into Eddie’s lap, arching into the firm press of Eddie’s dick against his ass, grinding his own erection against Eddie’s stomach, and oh fucking fuck.

Eddie shoves his face against the curve of Buck’s neck as their hips rock together, sparks dancing up his spine.

“God, I want you so fucking bad,” he growls.

“Then have me,” Buck says, pulling him back in, their mouths sliding together, hot and slick. “Eddie—“

“Smell so fucking good,” Eddie mutters against his lips, wrenching Buck’s t-shirt over his head and tossing it away. “Bet you taste even better.”

He lavishes kisses all along Buck’s collarbones, teeth dragging over the hollow of his throat. Then he ducks his head, trailing a path of bites and bruises over his chest, swirls his tongue around one of Buck’s nipples, before taking it gently between his teeth and tugging.

“Eddie,” he gasps, clutching at the back of Eddie’s head. “Eddie, oh, fuck—“

There’s something wild—something primal and possessive—about the way Eddie’s touching him. It’s there in the sting of his teeth and the strength of his grip, in the way his scent smolders off his skin, the rough bite of his voice, and Jesus Christ he’s so wet he’s sopping with it, wet and leaking from tip to tail.

“You drive me insane,” Eddie says, switching over to heap the same attention—torture—on the other side, his mouth hot and wet. Buck whimpers, hips twitching and thighs trembling. “Looking at me with those big blue eyes, moaning my name like it’s your favorite fucking word—“

Eddie’s hands slip lower, kneading at his ass for a brief, greedy moment, then using the leverage to pull Buck down into Eddie's next grind up, dragging their hips together, hard and slow and filthy. Buck chokes on another aching, hungry little noise, not sure if he wants to squirm or writhe or maybe just beg.

But Eddie makes the decision for him: his grip tightens to something closer to bruising, rocking them through another toe-curling thrust, and oh.

Oh, oh, oh, ohohohoh—

“Eddie,” Buck mewls—sobs, almost—scrabbling at his shoulders for purchase, unmoored in a sea of pleasure. “I— I’m—“

“Come on, Buck,” Eddie urges, his expression ravenous as they rut wildly against each other, careening head-first towards that perfect peak. “Just like this, baby, I’m right there with you. Let me see how pretty you look when you come.”

And Buck can’t do anything but obey. Bliss crashes over him like a tidal wave and his hips jerk as his cock pulses, hot and sticky in his pants. Eddie groans, low and guttural, and follows him right off the ledge, his breath hot and damp over his skin as he sags against him.

“Holy shit,” Buck swears when he figures out how to string the words together, slumping against Eddie’s chest. The sweet release of his orgasm has him feeling loose limbed and a little fuzzy, and he nuzzles in to tuck his nose under Eddie’s chin, all but purring at the delicious scent of pleased, preening alpha wafting off of him. “I think you might’ve killed me.”

“Better not have,” Eddie replies, curling an arm over his sweaty back and trailing his fingers over the ridges of his spine. “‘Cause I’m nowhere near done with you yet, Buckley.”

“Oh, yeah?” Buck says, leaning in for a long, lingering kiss. “Gonna show me a good time, Diaz?”

“Said I was gonna take care of you, didn’t I?” Eddie rumbles, nosing at his jawline. “And I like to think I’m a man of my word.”

“Big talk,” Buck teases, already a little breathless with anticipation for round two. His skin is buzzing, that flame of desire building once again, pooling low in his belly. “Sure you can put your money where your mouth is?”

“How about we move this to the bedroom,” Eddie offers, arching an eyebrow in challenge, that smug motherfucker. “And I’ll show you exactly where I can put my mouth.”

“And what if,” Buck starts, pitching his voice somewhere low and husky, reaching up to let his knuckles graze over the swell of Eddie’s Adam’s apple, then lacing his fingers together behind the nape of his neck, arching his back and pouting just so. “I want you to rail me right here on your couch.”

Eddie smirks up at him like he knows exactly what he’s doing, his eyes half-lidded and heavy. It’s fucking delightful.

“Maybe later,” he says, taking him by the chin and drawing him into another syrupy kiss. Buck’s eyes flutter shut, melting into his touch. “The first time I fuck you, it’s going to be in a bed.”

“Guess I should’ve figured you’d be a traditional kind of guy.”

“Well, yeah,” Eddie admits easily. “And there’s the fact that I’ve been imagining what you’d look like, flushed and panting, splayed out across my sheets, begging for my knot, for years now.” Another wicked smirk. Buck can’t look away, utterly entranced. “Pretty sure my imagination won’t hold a candle to the real thing.”

“You— We need— Bed,” Buck finally manages, his voice nearly trembling with want. “Now, Eddie. Or I’m gonna fucking tackle you.”

It’s an honest miracle that they make it to Eddie’s room in one piece. They’re still tangled up in each other, mouths moving frantically as they peel each other out of their sticky, sweaty clothes, leaving them strewn about like a trail of breadcrumbs as they stumble down the hall.

A few more steps and a brief struggle with the doorknob. Eddie grabs him around the waist and walks him backwards until his legs hit the mattress, and Buck falls back onto it with a soft thwump. Eddie clambers on top of him, blanketing his body with his own, and that sudden, full-body press of bare skin against bare skin makes something in his brain pop and sizzle like a blown fuse.

“Eddie, Eddie,” Buck gasps, feeling like he’s shot straight past skin-hungry into skin-starving.

He curls his fingers around Eddie’s biceps, then slides his hands down the tanned, muscular expanse of his back, needing to map out every inch of him. He wants to lick him all over, wants to trace his tattoos with his tongue until he knows each one as well as he knows his own.

“Fuck, Eddie, please—“

Eddie settles down into the cradle of his thighs and leans in to capture his mouth once again. They kiss and kiss and kiss, hardly parting to breathe, neither willing to abandon the plush heat of the other’s mouth.

“Eddie.“

“I know, baby, I’ve got you,” Eddie says, nipping sharply at his lower lip, the sting of it just sweet enough to savor. “I’m not gonna keep you waiting.”

“Touch me,” he pleads, squirming restlessly. He’s hot all over, that flush of desire prickling at his skin, so hard—so empty—that he can hardly think straight. “Eddie—“

Eddie shifts up and around until he’s plastered against Buck’s flank, holding himself up with a forearm braced above Buck’s head. He trails his free hand down Buck’s chest, over the wings of his ribs and across his stomach, then fits his hand under Buck’s knee and gently eases his legs apart.

“Jesus, Buck,” Eddie groans, dragging two fingers through the mess of slick coating his thighs, the touch just barely ghosting over his aching hole. “You’re so wet for me, querido.”

“For you,” Buck promises, looking at him from under his lashes, craning up just enough to drag the flat of his tongue over the twin scars on each of Eddie’s shoulders. “‘S all for you.”

Eddie lets out a low string of swears, grabbing a fistful of Buck’s hair and tugging him into another heated kiss. “You’re an absolute menace.”

“Your menace,” Buck says, mouthing at the sharp line of his collarbone.

Eddie’s eyes flash, the hunger smoldering in his gaze sparking into a proper blaze, and Buck can feel the length of him pressed against his hip, hot and heavy and perfect.

“But you know when to be good for me,” he murmurs, something sharp and predatory prowling behind the rasp in his voice. “Don’t you?”

Mother of God.

“Yes,” Buck whimpers. “Yes, yes. I’ll be so fucking— Oh, fuck.”

Eddie finally, finally presses two fingers to the throbbing, slick-drenched rim of his entrance, and fucks them knuckle-deep inside of him.

Buck moans, arching shamelessly into the sensation. Eddie’s fingers feel so much better than his own—the angle and the stretch and the fact that it’s Eddie, it’s Eddie that holding him down and fucking him open, Eddie that’s giving him everything he’s been dreaming of since forever—and his cock twitches against his stomach, wet and leaking.

And it’s not like Buck actually needs that much prep, really, but Eddie keeps his thrusts nice and slow, exploring the wet heat of him like he has all the time in the world. He twists his wrist and scissors his fingers, kissing at the side of his throat, and Buck whines and whimpers, shivering all over with how badly he wants it.

“Eddie,” he says. He can’t get enough air into his lungs, his vision fuzzing at the edges. “Need you.”

“I know, sweetheart,” Eddie says, crooking his fingers just so, dragging another whine past Buck’s lips. “But I’m not done here with you yet.”

“Need it so bad,” Buck insists, canting his hips up, trying to draw him deeper. “Eddie, I’m— I’m ready, I need it, please, please, give it to me—“

Eddie pulls out and presses in, just a hair faster, then fucks a third finger into him. Buck’s voice breaks around a moan. He clings to Eddie’s shoulders, hips jerking against open air, searching for friction, for more.

“Gorgeous, desperate thing,” Eddie murmurs, his voice low and rough against the shell of his ear. “Begging so sweetly for me. God, I could take you apart just like this.”

“Eddie.”

“You said you’d let me take care of you,” Eddie reminds him, his fingertips dancing against his prostate. Buck’s thighs shake, pressure coiling deep inside. “Let me take care of you.”

He feels like he’s trapped in a wildfire—like there’s an unending wall of flames bearing down on him, everything washed in a haze of pleasure—and he realizes far too late that he’s about to come on Eddie’s fingers.

“Oh, fuck,” he keens, his chest heaving. “You’re gonna make me— I’m— I’m gonna— Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Eddie starts targeting his prostate like it’s his fucking job, utterly relentless, his eyes fixed on Buck’s face, on his open, panting mouth, and Buck couldn’t hold on if he tried. He shakes and shudders his way through a spine-melting orgasm, his eyes rolling back into his head as he falls to pieces in Eddie’s arms.

Eddie holds him through it all, his touch turning gentle as he fingers him through the last of the aftershocks. He presses a kiss to his temple, to his cheek, then to the corner of his mouth, nuzzling in close. “Good boy.”

Then he rolls him onto all fours, grabs him by the hips, and sinks his cock into him in one long thrust.

A broken, ragged, wrecked little noise punches its way out of Buck’s throat. He falls down onto his elbows, already overwhelmed, fingers clenched in the bed sheets as he scrabbles for something, anything, to hold on to.

Eddie fucks him hard and fast: like he knows instinctively just how Buck needs it, how he needs his knot like he needs the blood in his veins. The bed frame rattles underneath them, creaking in protest with every thrust, and it’s hard to tell what’s louder: the slick smack of skin against skin or Buck’s mewling cries.

“Feel so fucking good,” he groans, working an arm underneath Buck’s sweaty torso and hauling him up against his chest, grinding in deep. The new angle has every nerve in his body going off like fireworks, burning through him with every heartbeat. “So perfect for me, always so—“

Eddie trails off, panting against his throat.

His mouth drags over his skin as he searches for new places to tease, the rich, spiced-chocolate-sweet of him clouding the air. It coils all around them, melding perfectly with Buck’s own scent as he nips and licks at his pulse point, strong enough to fill his nose, coat his tongue, sink into his skin, and god he wants it like he’s never wanted anything.

Wants to be claimed. Wants to be owned.

“Alpha,” Buck whimpers, the word almost falling out of his mouth, and Eddie’s hips jerk, his rhythm faltering as he swears. “Alpha, please.”

“Mine,” Eddie growls, deep and guttural and possessive. He reaches around, grabs Buck’s thigh, hoists it up to wrap back around his waist. Buck’s whole body turns liquid, his voice breaking around a sob. “My omega.”

“Yours,” Buck agrees. He hardly has the breath to beg with. “Eddie, I’m— I’ve always been yours.”

“You’re gonna come for me,” Eddie orders, his knot starting to catch against his rim with every stroke, sending zips of lightning flashing behind Buck’s eyes. “Gonna come on my knot, aren’t you, baby? Hermoso, guapisimo, luz de mi vida, come on, come on—“

Eddie’s hands clamp down like vices, his hips snap forward, sharp, and that’s all it takes to fling Buck into the abyss, pleasure and release flooding through him like a sonic blast. Eddie manages another handful of sloppy thrusts, then he’s following right after him, his knot locking deep inside as Buck’s body milks him for every last drop.

Buck comes back to himself nestled in a sweaty heap of limbs. He turns instinctively towards where Eddie’s spooned up behind him and inhales, smiling sleepily when he catches the smoky, smothered-embers scent of satisfied, exhausted alpha.

“You back with me, Buck?” Eddie asks, trailing gentle fingers over his cheekbone. “How’re you feeling?”

“‘M great,” Buck decides, sinking blissfully into his hold. He’s pretty sure he could spend the rest of his life like this, wrapped up in everything that is Eddie Diaz. “‘M… perfect.”

Eddie chuckles against his shoulder, low and throaty and wonderful. “Good to hear.”

“Wha’ about you?”

Eddie’s arms curl around his chest, pulling him that much closer. Their bodies fit together like a matched set. “Never better.”

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[sweettoothvn]

d d d d does Zach have a nsfw alphabet?? 👁️👁️

The kinkiest and subbiest

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A = Aftercare

Depends on how long you two have gone for. He typically stops when his partner is exhausted- even if he’s tired he still wants them to have a good time. If he’s worn out before you (which would take a lot tbh) he’s very cuddly affectionate and silent. If he were to talk none of it would make sense anyways. If you’re the tired one then he simply admires you and does what he can to make sure you feel loved. May that be giving you a massage or holding you and watching silly movies until you fall asleep.

B = Body part

He really likes chests. It doesn’t matter if you have a small or large chest, he loves it all the same. Also thighs- He wants his partner to squish him with their thighs. Largely he just wants his face to be sat on.

C = Cum

Down the hatch i guess.

D = Dirty secret

Majorly into BDSM. Besides his closet full of sex toys, he has some BDSM equipment he’s never been able to use and well. Now you’re here- if you’re willing- to use it on him that is. 

E = Experience

He's gotten around just a bit- had at least 5 reoccurring flings

F = Favorite position 

Cowgirl, Missionary, or 69. He really likes being able to see his partner- just as much as he likes them sitting on his face or ruining his throat.

G = Goofy

He can be a bit giggly but it’s more so because he’s shy and shocked that he’s even doing this with you- He really likes you and doesn’t want to mess anything up.

H = Hair 

Silky smooth

I = Intimacy

He’s probably the most affectionate out of the main cast, along with being one of the most touch-starved as well. He always makes sure you’re comfortable, asking what’s okay and what isn’t- the last thing he’d want is for you to not have a good time. He focuses more on your pleasure if anything.

J = Jack off 

If you don’t know what coomer means, look it up.

K = Kink (guys bear with me PLEASE)

Somnophilia (on him), Non-Con, BDSM, Masochism, Exhibitionism, Anilingus, Bondage/Shibari (on him), Roleplay, Cosplay, Costumes, Cuckholding, Voyeurism, Pegging, Master/Slave, Human Furniture, Humiliation, Sensory Deprivation, Overstimulation, Orgasm Denial, Asphyxiation (on him), Gagging, Impact Play, Objectification, Tentacles, Wax Play, Oviposition, Electrostimulation, Accidental stimulation, Branding, Writing, Chastity, Clothed sex, Body worship (typically on his partner), Collaring, Degradation, Double Penetration, Blood play, Knife play, Edge play, Face fucking/sitting/riding/slapping, Flogging, Frotting, Helplessness, Hypnotism, Imprisonment, Jerk Off Instructions, Latex/Rubber, Medical play, Military, Needle play, Objectophilia, Odaxelagnia, Pet play, Phallophilia, Phobophilia, Retifism, Slime, Spanking, Stockings, Telephonicophilia, Zentai, Power play, Menophilia

L = Location 

His or his partner’s room

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

…it… it really doesn’t take much.

N = No 

Watersports/Scat/Vomit/Bathroom Fetishes, Vore, Snuff, Mutilation/Gore (unless in art)

O = Oral 

Giving, he’s gotten a lot of practice. 

P = Pace 

If he’s topping (which is rare) he’s slow and sensual

Q = Quickie 

He doesn’t mind them- unless you want him to give you head then he’s more than happy to.

R = Risk 

He’s down to experiment

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

It really depends on what you two are doing but he’s more than okay with his partner forcing him past his limits.

T = Toys 

He has a walk-in closet full of sex toys- typically he uses them on himself. He buys whatever his partner wants too of course.

U = Unfair 

He’s really bad at teasing but if you tease him he’ll get horny pretty fast.

V = Volume 

The loudest out of the main cast.

W = Wild card 

His entire room is Hentai Heaven

X = X-ray 

He has a very strict skin care regime so not only is his skin soft but clear of many blemishes. He isn’t violent like his brother either so there are rarely any scars. 

Y = Yearning 

Please fuck him please he’s so desperate ple-

Z = Zzz 

If you went for a long time then maybe 15 minutes, but normally 30 minutes to an hour

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The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds Chapter 23

𓅪 After not hearing from Roy or Jason for five years, you suddenly find yourself taking in extra income as a babysitter for their child.

𓅪 Rated: E | 8.3k includes: smut ur welcome, Jason and Roy being whores, Bruce and Ollie appearance

fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist]

Chapter 23: Love Me Like You Used To | ao3 - wattpad

The three of you stay up practically all night, talking about whatever comes to mind while sleep continues to elude your minds.

The adrenaline has yet to wear off and you still feel like there’s so much to be said, yet the three of you continue to talk about the dumbest shit just like you had back in high school. 

You all take turns saying the most ridiculous, slap-happy influenced bullshit to see who will laugh the hardest, Jason being the hardest nut to crack, of course. Eventually, around five, you all tire out.

“You know,” Roy yawns, leaning his head on your shoulder, “Damian has that Cali king in our room.” 

“I remember.” You’d just been in there the other night. It’s not like the couch was exactly looking appetizing with your injury. “Your boyfriend is right here, Roy,” you chide lightly.

“It’s not like that, but it could be. Right, Jay?” 

Jason surprisingly smirks at you, leaving you to sputter. 

It’s unfair how easily they manage to make you blush, especially now, even when you’re tired and injured. As it is, every move you make leaves your body in agonizing, stabbing pain and your eyelids can hardly remain open.

“Stop teasing me,” it comes out as more of a weak demand than anything as sleep tugs at your heavy eyelids. 

You yawn, feeling Roy’s head bob against your shoulder before resting your head atop his.

“Come on. Let’s go to bed,” Roy stirs and urges you into the room. You willingly oblige, allowing him to lead you to the mattress. 

Lian’s already passed out. Her little snores sputter out into the dark room and you try to minimize your movement to not wake her a whole hour earlier than she’d normally wake up. If she does end up waking up, you know none of you will be able to go to sleep for at least another hour. Your mind tiredly lists off Lian’s little quirks with a smile, knowing she’d want to be fed and entertained, meaning you’d be stuck on babysitting duty until Damian or Jon would get up.

The ache you feel in your body and eyelids is enough incentive to keep as still as possible.

You make quick work of changing into your PJs while Jason and Roy turn around to give you space. 

It’s quite funny, in your sleep-induced state, how they still try to grant you modesty when they’ve literally seen all there is to see. Nonetheless, you appreciate the gesture. Once you’ve changed, Roy slips into bed behind you while Jason lies across from you, his fingers tickling your scalp from over Lian’s sleeping form. 

You’d always been prone to falling asleep wherever. However, after these few days of bliss with them, your body rejects anything less than being snuggled between them. 

You’re awoken what seems like minutes later by Lian’s pleas from the other room for Jon to put on Superman. 

You blearily let yourself close the new gap between you and Jason. You sleepily hike your leg in between his and snuggle your head into the crook of his neck. He stirs slightly but ultimately begins tracing up and down your arm. 

Beside you, Roy’s still conked out, laying stomach down with his arm thrown over your waist. His haphazard snores are angled into your shoulder while his legs are eagle-spread across the mattress.  

Jason’s skin smells intimate, like sleep.

You crave more. 

You nuzzle his neck, feeling him smile in response. “Morning," you say as he shifts, allowing your thick thigh further in between his own muscular ones. “Mm,” you mumble dreamily. His fingers begin tickling underneath your, well, technically his, sleep shirt. 

“You sleep alright?” Jason’s morning voice is pure sin, rumbling all the way from the pooling heat in your lower region down to your toes. You nod, smiling when his eyes briefly slide close as he fights to keep whatever lingering dregs of sleep he can before gracing you with his emerald gaze a few moments later. “Tha’sgood, babe.”

“Yeah," your response is a breathy whisper against the roar of Roy’s deep slumber and Lian’s joyful screams in the living room. Man, could these Harper’s make some noise in the morning.

You shuffle closer, still feeling the weight of Roy’s arm around your waist as Jason’s left arm soon falls beside it, pulling you flush against his warm chest. Your head presses against his chest hair, looking up at his neck when you hear him yawn. 

Once he’s done, he moves his head backward a bit so that he can meet your gaze.

He seems more awake than before when he wishes you good morning and nearly kisses you before fully waking up, “Sorry.” Jason’s green eyes are wild as he searches your face for a response. 

You just smile tiredly in return and tug for his fingers around your waist to start tickling up your sides again. 

He finally relaxes again, smiling at your cute, early-morning behavior and easily gives in to your request. The shirt rises and with it, exposing your panties. Jason continues his ticklish sensations. Unbeknownst to him, his ministrations are causing other things to tickle at the same time.

“I wouldn’t have minded, you know.” 

“Oh?” he questions, blinking back at you slowly like he still thinks he might be in the midst of dreaming. His motions on your soft skin cease so swiftly you almost miss it before resuming like they’d never stopped in the first place.

You can’t help but bite your lip at the deep timber of Jason’s voice while you’re in such an intimate position like this. 

Your eyes flick back down to the safety of his chest, unable to face the intensity behind his slitted eyes. “Jay?” you start unsurely.

You hear him gulp, wondering just what kind of effect you’re having on him, all while trying to hide his obvious one on you.

Your nickname is a hushed response back. 

His rough fingers trail down, drawing his shirt on you down with it. He comes to a light stop right above the waistband of your thong with a hypnotizing barely-there pressure. You need more. You need the pads of his fingertips to go lower and lower until they… 

You unwittingly buck into the touch and gasp with embarrassment. He doesn’t allow you to drown in it for too long, however. The gentle pressure lifts as his fingers move to caress under your chin, motioning it upward. You give in easily, though the heat on your cheeks prevents you from looking at him again quite yet.

When you finally gain the courage to look at him, you can’t help the look of absolute wonder on your face as you explore his face for any sign of resistance. Yes, he’d already kissed you, but it’d been in the midst of all the recent stress and chaos. Who’s to say that this isn’t just another one-off event? 

“I don’t think,” you finally muster after a few seconds of studying his expression. ‘I don’t think I can hold back anymore,’is what you want to say, but your lips refuse to reveal your cards just yet. Your bottom lip trembles as an overwhelming surge of lust and anticipation after years of this chase takes hold of you. “I can’t think,” you whimper, hoping he’ll somehow understand this all means you really want his tongue in your mouth like, five years ago. Now, though… Now is the next best thing. “Please, no more teasing me.”

Jason’s eyes widen. 

His fingers trickle further up your jawline at a tantalizingly slow pace. The deliberate touch draws your face closer to his on the pillow with every catch of his callouses against your soft cheeks. 

Where Roy’s lips are chapped, his hands have always been surprisingly soft. Jason, on the other hand, Jason’s lips have always been smooth and supple, but his hands are rough and calloused.

“No more,” he agrees deeply. 

It’s your turn to look surprised. “Really?” you ask.

He leans down, lips brushing lightly against your forehead as his next words send you over the point of no return. “I promise,” he whispers. Jason places a gentle kiss where his lips have been resting before moving further down to kiss at the tip of your nose. “Anything you want, you can have, babe. Just say the words.”

Your one hand rests on his sculpted stomach while your other hand mimics his own and rests along his chiseled jawline. He’d always looked like one of those Greek statues in Damian’s art books, but his scars and iridescent jewel-toned eyes put him in an entirely different category. Jason’s beauty is truly that of a god, which no marble nor sculptor could ever do justice.

“I can’t wait anymore,” you breathe out, feeling relief with each word that pushes past the anticipation lodged in your throat. “Please,” you beg. “Please, don’t make me wait for you any longer, Jay. Please, I can’t…” you trail off at the same time he seems to snap.

Jason groans, finally ducking his head down to meet your lips and give you exactly what you’ve been aching for.

It’s at this exact moment that Roy snorts awake with a jolt, moving to drowsily spoon you like he had last night, just as your lips finally brush against Jason’s. 

Roy’s unexpected touch causes you to startle backward into his morning wood with a tiny yelp. Upon contact with his heavy, clothed member, you arch your back, blushing when you realize what you’ve just done.

He winces as if you’d hurt him, then wiggles back against you. “Oh, man, princess. I forgot you were here,” he yawns dramatically.

You’re still very much entangled with his boyfriend right in front of him, though he seems more interested in the situation than upset by it. 

“Gee, thanks, Roy.” 

“Just playing, baby,” he teases. Roy makes to spoon you but stops just short of fully pressing himself against your back. All the while, Jason’s slitted green eyes stare the two of you down with sleepy interest. “This okay?” Does he mean spooning you, or the fact his morning wood is now directly pressed up against your bare ass. 

Maybe it’s the fact that you’re all three dancing around the idea of fucking? Well, at least you’re dancing around the idea and have to remind yourself that they’re the ones who are dating, not you. 

Something does feel different in the air after last night, though. 

It’s as if the floodgates have finally opened and yet, even though you now feel like you can be completely open and vulnerable with them, you still don’t exactly know where you stand relationship-wise with them. Frankly, you’re too scared to ask. 

You bite at your lower lip when his dick twitches against you and can’t help but nod. Your answer escapes your lips in a gasp, “Yes.”

Jason’s eyes flick upward and you know he and Roy are doing that annoying ass eye-communication-thing they do so well before they’re both closing in on you. 

Your stomach flips as the reality of the situation comes crashing down on you like a tidal wave.

Roy clears his throat. Your whole body goes tense, waiting for them to throw you out of the room, but it never comes. Instead, you’re met with his gruff, morning voice. It’s not fair the things it’s stirring inside yourself. 

“Do you want us?” His words alone are enough that you feel a rush of wetness seep onto your thighs. “Because we really want you, baby.”

They forcibly remain still on the mattress as they await your answer.

You can’t help but gulp around the excitement that it’s finally, finally happening.

Your hands grip the sheets as you grind back into Roy. At the same time, you tug Jason’s abs flush against your tits.

It’s not enough of an answer, apparently.

“We’re gonna need to hear that pretty voice, babe,” he sounds barely restrained as his words lewdly tickle against your ears.

“Loud and clear,” Roy adds as a hot whisper against the shell of your ear. “You can do that for us, can’t you?” Your breath hitches in your throat. “Or are you going to be a bad girl?”

Your legs tremble, wanting so badly to flip on your back and spread yourself for both of them right then and there, but you’ve been patient- so fucking patient. The least you can do is return the favor of all their teasing and blue balls for a few moments more.

“What if I don’t want to be bad?” you challenge. Your eyes slowly trail up Jason’s chiseled abdomen, lit up like a work of Michelangelo’s in the morning sun. “What if all I’ve been trying to do is be a good girl for the two of you.” 

You notice Jason’s eyes flicking up greedily to meet Roy’s and wonder if you’ve said something wrong.

You’re quickly assured that, no, you haven’t said anything wrong when Jason takes the lead and flips you on your side to pin you against the mattress. It happens so fast that you’re left staring up at him in brief confusion, then arousal as one of Jason’s thick thighs slots deliciously between your own.

“I like good girls,” Jason says your name with his heavy eyes boring into you like loaded guns, shooting fire all the way down to your aching wetness. “I like ‘em a lot,” the last part of his sentence is grumbled against your neck as he steadily makes his way toward your gasping mouth. 

It’s everything you’ve known you needed and so much more.

Your heart pours itself into the kiss, gliding against his plump lips like they’re your lifeline. 

A steady pouring of adrenaline leaves you nearly shaking after having waited so many fucking years for this kind of clarity. No, for this kind of relief. 

It’s finally yours for the taking and, boy, do you take.

The flood walls finally give way, bursting as both of them descend upon you, taking turns sucking your lips until they’re swollen up like a sex doll.

Roy’s still lying on his side as he caresses your cheek and leverages your head to get a deeper angle. His hand tantalizingly trickles up your thigh to rest at the small of your waist while he gives you exactly what you want. 

“You’re perfect, princess,” he gasps once Jason cups your cheek to move your lips back to his. This is how it continues until Roy finally has the courage to bare himself completely. “What?” he says, covering his dick when you and Jason break away to stare at the latest development.

“Roy,” you gasp, staring at him in shock, openly taking in his, well, everything for the first time since the showers. This time, his pink-tipped cock bounces up and down under your inspection. 

Jason looks down at you, then at Roy as if, for once, they’re the ones who are unable to read you.

“Like what you see?” He’s smirking like usual, but it lacks its usual charm. There’s no way he’s actually self-conscious right now, right? 

You gulp, realizing they’re way out of your league, yet they’re just as self-conscious as you’re feeling. 

“I always have.”

Roy smirks. “Have a thing for redheads, then?”

“Yeah,” you nod easily, “and their angsty boyfriends.” 

Jason lets out a sexy chuckle, while Roy looks downright devilish.

You’ve obviously quelled any remaining timidness as he slinks toward you, smirking like the cat who got the cream. Roy straddles your waist with his cock slipping ever so slightly through your slick folds before his slit rubs against your sensitive nub. You throw your head back at the contact with a pathetic moan that has Jason on your lips in an instant.

His strong hand slides up your neck, securing his hold around it into the kiss as Roy grinds against your twitching cunt. 

“Jay,” he moans when you grind up to meet his thrust. The tip of his cock catches on your entrance, nearly pushing in. You break away from the kiss with a shocked gasp, arching up off the mattress.

Jason rips your shirt off of you, literally rips it from your body. You and Roy stare at him in shock, but he just shrugs. “What?” he asks entirely too innocently.

The three of you all seem to realize at the same time that your tits are now fully exposed and waste no time descending upon them. Each of them taunts your nipples at a different pace, with different strokes, but at the same time. 

“Fuck,” you curse. You’re in dire need of relief, so your hand travels downward only to be stopped by Jason’s calloused hands. 

“I thought you said you were a good girl, babe,” Jason’s eyes sear into yours with a playful glint flashing across their emerald surface, “or did you tell daddy a lie?” His mouth hovers tantalizingly close to your erect bud while he awaits your answer. 

“I-” For the first time in your life, you’re rendered speechless as these two god-like men ravenously stare down at your naked body, eyeing you up like prey.

Roy smirks over at Jason, coming out slightly slurred as if he's already drunk on sex. “She’s speechless, Jay,” he teases you.

Your eyes narrow in an instant. “Shut it, Harper.” 

He may have his dick sliding against the wet folds of your cunt, but you aren’t so desperate as to let him talk shit.

His mouth obediently snaps shut at the same time Jason laughs. 

Your clit is desperate to be touched and you feel half delirious because of it. Roy seems to understand because he slithers down your stomach and positions himself between your legs, restraining them in his strong grip to prevent you from closing them.

“I’ll shut up and eat your pussy, princess. That works for me, too.”

“Good,” you say around a small smirk.

With this, you nod down at him, tangling his fiery locks in between your fingers to tug him close to where you so desperately need him. He groans as he mouths against your lips, barely flicking at your clit just to be a dick. It leaves you a panting mess, nonetheless, as his slow, deliberate laps at your cunt leave you wriggling against his boyfriend’s chest. 

Jason moves from the side of you, removing his boxers as he does so to trap your head between his deliciously scarred thighs. For the first time, you come face to face, well, face to dick with his eye-widening member. 

You can’t help but stare at what you’ve only ever imagined.

It’s thick, veiny and fucking perfect. You need it shoved down your throat, stat.

Your mouth unwittingly opens and he needs no further encouragement than to settle his hefty cock onto your willing tongue. When his length breaches against the back of your throat, you feel yourself nearly go cross-eyed. Without hesitation, you obediently swallow around it, feeling tears tinge in the corners of your eyes at the challenging stretch he presents.

At the same time, Roy knows exactly all the angles and pressure to use on you to make you a withering mess in mere seconds. You’ve never felt anything like it before and you’re seriously convinced you’re going to come before either of them even get the chance to fuck you. Carefully, his thick fingers add one after the other into your tight heat, plunging in and out as he stretches you obscenely. 

You take Jason’s dick like a champ, swallowing it all the way to the base with every demanding thrust he sends your way. You find yourself actually enjoying the pain as your mouth stretches and drools around his thick cock. It definitely helps that Roy’s making an absolute mess of your cunt. Every barrage of fast flicks and slow, flat licks from his skilled tongue leave you a gurgling mess against Jason’s thrusts.

It’s too much and Roy seems to know it with how sporadic your thrusts are against his slick-coated mouth. All of a sudden, the redhead smacks Jason on the ass, sending his cock all the way to the back of your throat.

You nearly scream at the obscene pressure, teary eyes never leaving Jason’s green ones all the while.

You mumble sadly around Jason’s member when Roy’s mouth removes itself from you with a loud slurp. His fingers gently follow soon after, leaving you feeling completely stretched and empty. Jason seems to understand what this means and moves to lie beside you with a wink.

“You ready for what’s next, babe?”

What’s next?

Your blown-out eyes nod dumbly, causing both of them to chuckle at your uncharacteristic quietness. 

Roy’s eyes impishly flash between your naked bodies like it’s Christmas morning. “How you wanna do this, Jay?” he questions giddily.

You watch as Jason’s dick twitches. “Just like how we always talked about, love,” he responds without hesitation.

Roy smirks and smacks lightly at your hip. You give him a confused look but rise to your knees nonetheless. 

“Follow my lead, princess.”

You watch as Roy spreads his legs across Jason’s upper thighs so their cocks bounce against each other. Roy motions for you to come closer and, when you do, his hand covers yours and drags it over to their leaking tips. 

You don’t need his help to know what’s next.

Timidly, you wrap your lithe fingers around the impressive girth of their combined erections and begin to beat them off together. You wonder if you’re even doing it right when Roy throws his head back and moans like an absolute whore, something you and Jason share an amused look at. The look only lasts for so long before you feel your face flush.

“You like that?” Jason questions darkly. you bite lightly at your lower lip, turning to face Jason’s lust-drunk eyes. “You get off on making Roy come undone like the slut he is?”

Roy groans appreciatively.

Meanwhile, Jason’s words spur your hands into a frantic pace that leaves both of them fucking desperately up into your fist for more delicious friction. As if it’s too much, Jason motions to Roy and Roy stops your hand mid-jerk.

Jason shifts so he’s half-propped up by the headboard, looking absolutely pleased with his arms tucked behind his head while Roy situates your dripping cunt over his cock. When you slowly sink down on his length, growing accustomed to the stretch as you do, Jason can hardly stop himself from bucking up into your tight heat. He probably would’ve left you sore had Roy’s sturdy hands not remained on either side of his hip bones to control him. 

You’re definitely grateful Roy had fingered you as thoroughly as he had earlier. It makes what’s happening now a hell of a lot more pleasurable. You take your time as the uncomfortableness soon turns to pleasure with help from their tantalizing touches as you slowly sink further down on Jason’s cock. 

They don’t seem to mind how long it’s taking at all. If anything, it seems like they’re grateful for the slowdown in pace, if only to last longer once you finally reach his base.

Once you grow accustomed to the intense feeling, you gently rest back on Roy’s freckled thighs, which are spread similarly to yours, across Jason’s thick thighs. You're definitely grateful Roy had been so thorough with his fingering earlier.

“Tell me,” Roy whispers your name against the shell of your ear from behind. Jason begins to thrust in and out of you, carefully watching your every minute reaction. “Did you fantasize about this?” he groans around a particular thrust. “Did you get off picturing me getting stuffed by me and Jay, baby? So full and so good for us just like this, princess?”

“YES!” you exclaim your admission. Roy’s hand snakes around to flick your clit cruelly as if pleased with your answer. “Fuck, yes. I did,” you breathe, feeling droll spilling from the corner of your mouth, but Jason easily wipes it with his thumb and a Cheshire grin. “You both know I did.”

It seems like you aren’t the only one who’s fantasized about this if their desperate, pleased reactions are anything to go by.

“Shit,” Roy groans as he lines himself up with your twitching hole. “You don’t know how many wet dreams I’ve had about this.”

“Enough to force us to get new sheets every year,” Jason supplies with an easy roll of his eyes. He moves his calloused hands to support some of your weight as Roy’s cock begins to rub against your slick slit.

“Jay,” Roy whines like the brat he is. “Fuck, I don’t think I’m going to fit." You feel more than see his head resting against the back of yours as he restrains himself from tearing straight into you. “Your pussy’s too tight for both of us, baby,” he groans sinfully.

You whimper at the sensation. The head of his cock hardly has enough room with Jason’s thick member already filling the majority of your cunt. 

“That’s so fucking hot,” you inadvertently admit in the heat of sex. As soon as the words escape, you move to cover it but Jason’s already there, removing your hands from your mouth. 

“We want to hear everything,” Jason’s dark, domineering tone drips around your name, thick like honey. “We want you to give us everything, babe. All of it.”

It’s enough to unleash a sputtered moan that you wish you could cover up but don’t. Jason seems to recognize this and coos lightly with simmering praise that leaves you dripping on Roy’s cock steadily slipping into your wet heat right alongside Jason’s.

“Fuck,” your curse is barely a breath as your head knocks back into Roy’s as he becomes fully situated inside of you. “I don’t wanna come yet.” You shake your head desperately while Jason drinks in your reaction with thirsty, verdant eyes. “Please,” you beg them, “I can’t come yet. Fuck!” 

You’re completely stuffed with both of their thick lengths pushing into every possible wall inside of you. You swear you could come right here and now with their overwhelming sensation, but once they start thrusting into you, you know you’re not going to last long.

Your desperate whines and whimpers fall on deaf ears as they continue their ruthless assault on your cunt. As it is, they’re barely leaving you time to breathe with each purposeful thrust they shudder into you.

Jason removes his hands to situate themselves behind his head, watching you ride him while Roy fucks into you from behind.

You don’t think you’ve managed to stop moaning for even a millisecond since Roy’s pink-tipped dick slipped inside your already-filled pussy. His head pathetically splayed across your shoulder, panting like he’s barely holding himself back from fully ravaging your pussy.

That won’t do.

“Harder, Roy.”

Jason groans at the same time Roy does. Both of them buck into you simultaneously, leaving you seeing stars.

You can’t even begin to attempt to cover your screams as they ring out across the expanse of the room. It feels like nothing you’ve ever experienced before and your body reacts openly because of it.

Roy’s hand remains rubbing at your clit, while the other snakes around your front to jiggle your tits. You find yourself entranced as they bounce up and down with each pump and your hips. You sputter when his fingers flick at your nipples and clench down around them as you stave off your orgasm for another moment longer, but it’s in vain.

You’re coming, falling backward into Roy’s sturdy chest as you release on their dicks. You’re shaking into Roy’s hold around you while Jason’s calloused hands soothingly run up and down your thick thighs. The redhead manages to steady you with a pleased chuckle as your arousal cools, then sparks and simmers again in the pit of your stomach. 

Regardless of your orgasm, Jason greedily continues to fuck into you.

Hell, he doesn’t even slow his thrusts as he continues to fuck into you with a dazed look settled across his half-lidded eyes. He bites his lip as he and Roy fuck your come into you with their own precome adding to the lewd syrup drizzling from your squelching hole with each thrust.

Jason seems lucid as he watches Roy fondle your abused tits, leaving you to writhe against him whorishly as he brings you close to the edge again. Jason himself doesn’t look too far off either, as his small gasps and grunts become more frequent and more desperate.

Roy’s breath fans across your neck in small puffs as he makes cruel work of your overly sensitive nub. 

You come again with a pained cry, arching your back with your eyes crossing as they milk every last drop of come from you. Roy fucks into you as Jason’s sinking out of you. This is how they continue until you’re stuffed with both of their come.

Both you and Roy fall forward, completely spent, onto Jason’s toned chest.  

Jason’s heaving beneath your weight when he finally speaks up, “Was it everything you imagined?”

You’re still catching your breath as you consider your answer. 

Your pussy aches pleasantly, you’re completely fucked out and the two men you’ve always loved are the reason for it all.

“Fuck yeah, Jay.”

Roy groans and you feel his dick twitch against your ass in interest. 

You end up going a few more rounds before you’re all entirely spent. You wash each other off in Damian’s rich-ass shower before joining Jon, Damian and Lian in the living room.

“I’ve never known either of you to sleep in so long,” Damian greets your group skeptically, though his stare stare is entirely pointed at you and Jason.

You shrug, blushing. 

“Babe’s still speechless, Jay,” Roy mutters through a smirk, freckled cheeks still lit up with the red heat of sex. One searing look from you, though and he concedes easily, throwing up his hands in faux-surrender. 

Words escape you and you have no interest in opening your mouth and babbling like an idiot, which will inevitably happen if you do.

Jon hangs out with you, Jason, Roy and Lian, even going so far as to offer to watch her with Damian so you guys can start on a plan. Eventually, it’s decided that Arsenal and Red Hood will search for your parents and leads into who all had been contracted but ultimately lost Deadshot’s trail. 

Meanwhile, you try to trace him but keep running into Belle Reve’s annoying ass firewall. Further digging brings up something called-

“Task Force X?” you question quietly to yourself, squinting your eyes at the screen as you try to make sense of the name. After a few more hours of research, you give up and pass along the information. Apparently, they can both make sense of the connection and this earns you the title of ‘their Oracle.’ 

Once you’re finished, Lian’s itching to get outside, so the three of you relieve Jon of his babysitting duties to take her to Gotham Botanical Gardens.

You can’t help but be reminded of the last time you were here with Jason and Roy after their kiss and subsequent weirdness. Coupled with this morning’s predicament, you couldn’t help but be amused by your current predicament all these years later.

Here you are, hours post-sex with them, yet you can’t help but feel like your insecure fifteen-year-old self around them. 

As if repeating five years ago when Jason and Roy had split off from each other to brood in silence all those years ago, you emulate them. Without even meaning to, you remain somewhat distant from the three of them, excluding yourself on account of your own self-doubt.

You’re still hesitant around them and you’re pretty sure they’re picking up on it because now they’re giving you even more space.

It’s a good sign that they aren’t currently arguing about you impeding upon their relationship. They seem fine, but you can’t be sure. 

They don’t mention anything to you, so you continue to walk on eggshells around your feelings for both of them.

You just hope they won’t notice.

Jason and Roy have Lian, all hand-in-hand, walking around the botanical gardens all hand while you trail anxiously behind them. You don’t even realize you’re wringing your hands until Roy’s freckled hand stops the movement.

Roy glances at you with a curious, raised brow. “You know, you can totally join in on this, princess. Just say the word,” he offers with a small smile. 

You wince at being caught.

“I wouldn’t want to intrude,” you respond hesitantly. 

Roy chuckles, his light green eyes crinkling as he does so. Without another word, he nudges Jason who turns around to give you a look you’re starting to get familiar with. Upon seeing your conflicted expression, Jason bridges the gap and extends his free hand out to you.

You stare at it as if it’s going to hurt you and aren’t able to school your response before Jason can notice. His hand falters briefly before you grab it and lace your fingers in between his automatically.

You understand that, yes, they just had sex with you- you just don’t understand what it means, never mind where the three of you go from here. It’s not like they’re exactly screaming your relationship status from the rooftops.

Jason gently squeezes your hand before you can spiral too far into your doubts. Instead, he draws your attention to the butterflies that suddenly flock around you. 

Lian giggles at the sight of butterflies flitting about your hair, “You have a butterfly crown!”

“A true princess,” Roy says, moving beside you to hold your free hand while Lian takes off to skip around close by. “Definitely a different vibe from when me and Jay were arguing and shit here, don’t you think?”

You’re definitely in a better place in life now than you were back then, even with all this crazy shit going on.

Maybe the hesitancy is all in your head. Maybe there’s truly no reason for your insecurity. With both of their hands securely wrapped around yours, you allow yourself to believe it. Even if it’s only for today, you do believe it.

“Definitely,” you agree, squeezing both of their hands at the same time. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to smiling this hard.

Lian quickly becomes distracted by the ice cream stand a few yards off the main garden path.

You take up Lian-duty as you quickly follow behind her before she can get too far away. When you turn around, you’re met with a familiar face talking to Jason and Roy- Deadshot. 

You quickly steer Lian’s attention toward the ice cream man, which isn’t too difficult. The entire time, though, you can’t deny the pressing feeling of eyes on your back. After ordering and waiting a few minutes, you finally gain the courage to check behind you to find Deadshot gone.

You give Lian her ice cream cone, hoping it’ll be enough to keep her preoccupied enough while you and her dads reconvene. Just what the fuck did the mercenary want now?

Jason and Roy are deep in conversation as you and Lian approach. They only briefly stop to let you know he hasn’t been asked to renew the contract against you, meaning they’ve most likely dropped it.

“Probably realized it was more expensive to hire mercenaries than whatever payout they’d receive from you.” 

That’s too easy.

Nothing is ever easy with them.

“Or they’re waiting it out with someone else,” you surmise.

Roy seems confused, “Why would they keep trying to kill you?” 

“I think I’m their only failsafe,” you sigh. “I mean, all they’ve ever cared about is money and it’s the one thing they’ve never securely had.”

“Pieces of shit,” Jason curses. He turns and bangs his fist against the tree beside him like the true edgelord he is. Your group is quiet for a few beats as you take in the information. Finally, Jason speaks again, “They’re clearly in some sort of trouble to go to their last resort.” His brows knit together in concentration as he ponders the next move. “Maybe we could barter with them?” 

“They do just want money,” you offer as you think back to their cruel, cold nature. It’s all they’ve ever wanted, but it’s still something that seemed to elude them like a curse. 

This is apparently great news to Roy who grins.

“Well, then, sweetheart,” Roy says as he wraps his built arm around your shoulder, “we’re probably two good people to know.” He hesitates for a moment before correcting his former statement, Well, technically not us, but still close!” 

•••

That same day, you find yourself in a meeting at Wayne Industries with Bruce Wayne and Oliver Queen. The CEO suite is at the top of the building and requires the front desk assistant to insert a key in the elevator to reach the level. 

“Have you ever been to your dad’s work before?” you ask, looking up at Jason innocently. 

His eyes flicker down to yours briefly before focusing back on the climbing numbers on the screen. “No.”

Before you can question him further, the doors ding and slide open to reveal wall-to-floor windows overlooking all of Gotham. 

“Oh, no way!” you exclaim as you take in Bruce’s impressive office.

Oliver fiddles slightly with his mustache. “Queen Industries doesn’t really dedicate an entire floor to my office,” he clears his throat obnoxiously before stage whispering to you from behind his hand, “more like two floors, not bragging, though. We wouldn’t want Bats over there to get too jealous, now, would we?” He shoots a wink at Bruce’s unimpressed deadpan. “Anyway, nice to see ya again, little missy. Still a spitfire as ever, I presume?” He gives you a tiny noogie with his hand that you quickly slap away. Oliver hisses, withdrawing his touch immediately, “I’m gonna take that as a yes, then.”

You can’t help but laugh at his tenacity.

Though your past self would be flipping out that you’re standing right in front of Green Arrow, you’re more preoccupied with the danger at hand to feel anything other than anxiety. 

“Nice to see you again, too, Mr. Harper," you say, confused when the atmosphere in the room turns awkward. You quickly look around for an answer as to why. “What?”

“It’s called Queen Industries for a reason, kid.” Your brows furrow in confusion at Oliver’s explanation. “I’m just Roy’s adopted dad,” Oliver says, subconsciously running a hand through his hair. “Guess we never really got around to talking about changing your last name or not, did we, kid?” He shoots a sad smile Roy’s way, but the redhead’s gaze refuses to lift from the marble floor.

Jason steps in to get the conversation on track. “So, the money.”

Roy seems to breathe a sigh of relief at the shift in conversation.

Bruce, who’s remained largely unnoticed the entire time, now takes the center of the room, seeming to call the meeting to order. You were only ever used to seeing Bruce around the manor, never during his business hours.

His crisp suit complied with his slicked-back hair means Bruce is fully in character. Well, his other character.

Jason’s eyes are off toward the windows, but Roy stares Bruce down as he rehashes the situation to them. There’s no real malice behind his eyes, but the challenge is evident even to you. 

“We have two options: either A. we take them down,” Roy says. He makes to list off on his fingers, but Bruce’s unimpressed face briefly stops him.

“No killing,” Bruce interrupts.

Roy rolls his eyes before continuing on as if Bruce hadn’t just cut him off, “Or B. bribe them.”

“I don’t barter with terrorists,” Bruce says, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

You turn to Jason, wondering how his wonderful plan is actually going to work if one of the main proponents is out within seconds of hearing your pitch. It’s obviously time to pivot, but you can’t help but feel a bit scorned at him for turning it all down so easily with, quite literally, your life on the line.

“So,” you drawl, looking up at the ceiling as if deep in thought, “if you don’t barter and you don’t kill, what exactly do you do? Because it seems to be a whole lot of nothing.” By now, you’re staring at Bruce again, trying to ignore how the rest of the room’s mouths are on the floor. 

Hey, it’s life or death. If someone’s going to stand the fuck up, it may as well be you. Seriously, talk about advocating for yourself.

Ollie’s previously upset face morphs into a wicked smile directed Bruce’s way that you can tell the other man is purposefully ignoring.

“Don’t forget you’re the one asking me for my help,” Bruce quirks an amused brow at you. “For my money, too, not to mention.” 

“And mine!” Ollie butts in with his finger held high in the air, demanding his presence also be recognized. “Which,” he nods toward Bruce’s daunting form, “unfortunately, I am also not keen on giving for the same reasons.”

“Alright, so, what exactly do you both,” you look pointedly at Ollie before turning back to Bruce, “recommend that I do, then?”

Bruce takes you in for a moment, almost like he’s proud of you, though surely, you’re reading too much into it. He stands up from his desk, coming around it slowly while his gruff voice rumbles out wisdom that could only come from his alter ego’s past experience. 

“If you give them the money,” Bruce stops and leans against the desk, crossing his arms across his chest as he does, “it will only prolong them for so long. Money is the easiest bargaining chip, but it’s always temporary.” His blue eyes bore into yours as he watches you attempt to put together the puzzle. “They’ll always come back searching for more until the inevitable happens.” He stops dramatically, pursing his lips a bit before continuing, “All this, of course, assuming that money truly is their endgame.” 

You stare at him like he just dropped a bomb. This information is coming from the world’s greatest detective, so you listen to every single word he’s saying earnestly. 

Here, you’re truly able to see where Bruce and Batman collide.

You tirelessly search your mind to try to think of other possible motives but quickly reach a wall.

Jason huffs frustratedly, but you stop him before he can speak.

“No, Bruce is right.” With everyone’s attention on you, you can’t allow yourself to crumble. “It has to go deeper,” you rest a pensive hand under your chin as you delve deeper, “but how do we find out more?”

Bruce stops leaning against his desk and moves back around it to face out the window. Ollie rolls his eyes at the dramatic action but still attempts to replicate a mysterious pose, much to your amusement. 

It’s completely quiet in Bruce’s soundproof CEO suite atop Wayne Tower, but you can practically hear everyone’s thoughts bouncing off the walls.

“I may be able to help you there,” Bruce says. He slightly turns his face from the window to meet yours. “I think I know a guy.”

All the men in the room bemoan his cheesy line, but internally, you’re fangirling hard.

“Oh, come on,” Ollie groans.

You watch as Bruce types something into his phone and, moments later, the elevator springs back open to reveal…

“Damian?” you rush forward to greet him, albeit with a questioning gaze.

He kisses you on your cheeks, muttering your name in greeting before stepping into view of the rest of the room. “You called, father?”

“Oh, this is just fantastic,” Jason mutters to Roy. Their arms are crossed defensively over their chests at the sight of Damian in a pressed, navy suit and slicked-back hair. He looked like a literal matryoshka of Bruce. “I thought this was a closed meeting, Bruce,” Jason hisses out his father’s name like a curse.

“You’re looking at Wayne Enterprise’s new director of the R&D department.” 

Holy shit.

“You’re leading Research and Development?” you ask, looking over at your friend incredulously. “That’s awesome!” He smiles at your praise and briefly looks at Bruce before his honied eyes land back on you. “I definitely want to see what you have hiding down there.”

“Someday soon,” Damian promises. “Until then, you’ll need a secured place to stay while I set about repairs on the penthouse. Shouldn’t be long, anyway.”

•••

“I just don’t see why we need to stay at the manor,” Roy huffs as he packs up whatever clothes he’d actually managed to unpack in the first place. “Even if it’s just for a night or two, we should’ve just robbed your dad and bounced.”

Jason sighs, coming to resituate Roy’s unfolded mess of a bag in a more orderly fashion.

“Do you even hear yourself, dumbass?” Jason chides him before snatching the boxers Roy was scrunching up out of his hands to refold and repack. “What kind of shitty plan would that be?” Roy wrinkles his freckled nose. “Not morally, jesus,” Jason states in exasperation. “I just mean, logically, what sense would that make?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Roy mutters, flopping on the bed beside you. He’s apparently resigned to allow Jason to take over packing duties, though you think Jason probably prefers it that way, anyway. “Gettin’ soft on ol’ Batsy. Don’t worry, I won’t tell him.”

“Shut up,” Jason hisses with a glare that stops even you in your tracks.

“Scouts honor,” Roy continues to tease until Jason smacks him with the first article of clothing he can find in the unfolded pile on the floor, which just so happens to be one of your thongs. Your face flares red when Roy picks it up and inhales your scent with a pleased groan. He looks around at Jason and your aghast faces and challenges the two of you. “What?” You merely snort. “What?!” he asks again with more desperation, looking to Jason for support but finding none.

•••

You gleefully skip with Lian as you give her the rundown of the mansion. Though you haven’t really been here much since high school, you still know your way around the intricate mahogany walls of Wayne Manor. 

All the while, Jason and Roy busy themselves with toting around the luggage and Alfred had already become preoccupied with cooking dinner. This left you to show the bouncing kid around.

You take her to the library, where you’re affronted with memories of passion, confusion and a cacophony of hormones. Then to the gym, where you’d faced a nearly intolerable amount of pain and exertion to be able to protect Lian the way you do now.

You decide to mess around a bit with their sparring equipment while Lian distracts herself with the colorful resistance bands that are scattered near the door. You giggle at her little grunts of frustration as she teeters around with the bands on the floor.

While you’re deep in routine, you don’t even realize she’s wandered off until you hear her loud gasp.

You quickly turn around, only to find the room empty and panic. Though, how much trouble could a toddler really get into at Wayne Manor? Never mind, you think, as the thought alone only increases your panic.

“Lian?!” you call out, wandering the labyrinth of halls until you finally catch sight of her little pigtails. 

Lian manages to stumble into the only room you’ve been wanting to avoid.

Damian’s old art room.

It’s largely untouched, with white cloths covering the various easels. The furniture and the bookshelves seem relatively kept up without much dust littering their mahogany shelves. Only one painting remains uncovered and Lian quickly makes her way over to it. Your eyes follow her to her destination, locking onto the canvas.

There, across the room, is the familiar painting depicting your first visit to Wayne Manor. 

Upon closer inspection, a thick layer of dust has accumulated on the piece that you’d last seen drying, feeling sickening nostalgia stirring in the bottom of your stomach. It’s a bittersweet reminder of just how much has changed and, yet, how it’s all still the same.

“You look beautiful,” Lian says as she grabs the picture and holds it close to her face to inspect it. You can’t help but become mesmerized by the once-familiar strokes. “Did daddies make you?”

“No,” you answer, still distracted by the acrylic work, “Uncle Damian.”

You look so young, so innocent and naive of what was to come. Sometimes, you wish you could go back to that sweet ignorance only youth brings, but you wouldn’t trade where you are right for anything- even with all the new danger.

“Oh.” She puts a finger near her mouth like she’s thinking about the implications before it slides into her mouth and she begins to bite at it. “I want to paint, too.”

You can’t help but giggle at her adorableness, “We will soon, okay?”

“Okay, mommy,” she says, clearly appeased.

You place the canvas back with gentle care, giving it one last look over.

They find the two of you in the game room twenty minutes later, watching Ponyo. 

Lian’s sitting right up next to the screen to watch while you’re splayed across one of the couches. Roy easily comes, lifting you up and settling beneath your body with a pleased groan. Meanwhile, Jason scoops Lian up to snuggle on the other couch. She tries to protest and go back to her spot, but Jason chides her. 

“Sitting that close isn’t good for your neck, baby.”

“That’s shoot,” she pouts grumpily.

“Hey,” Roy’s chest vibrates below you, “no cursing.”

She gawks, “You said it wasn’t a curse!”

You try your best to hide your smile but find the whole thing too fucking cute to stop it from gracing your face.

Roy sighs, “We’re not doing this right now, Lian. Daddies are tired.” He elevates your legs that lie atop his onto the arm of the couch as if to prove his point.

She huffs, crossing her arms adorably under her chin with puffed-out cheeks, “One day, I will curse.”

A threat and a promise the three of you know she’ll keep.

Before Roy can retort, Alfred’s at the stairs announcing dinner. 

He looks at her as if to say she was saved by the bell, but Lian’s already proudly looking at Roy in Jason’s lap like she knows. It’s here you’re able to see her mother shining through and can’t help but smile. 

On Lian, it’s cute. On Cheshire… not so much.

“Feels just like old times, kinda,” Roy rubs a sheepish hand through his locks. He gathers Lian in his arms from Jason while the latter guides the three of you out of the room and down into the dining room. “This time though, like, complete.”

That basically sums it all up.

“Yeah,” you agree, “now, all we need is for Jason to throw a book at me.”

“Oh, come off it. You make me seem like a fucki’- freakin’,” he shoots an apologetic look Lian’s way. “I wasn’t that bad,” Jason tries again, refusing to concede. 

“Whatever you say,” you say with a wink thrown his way. You can’t help but revel when he blushes in response.

Just like old times.

•••

After dinner, Roy puts Lian to bed while you and Jason tinker around in the library into the late hours of the night. 

You’re researching on one of the couches with Jason stretched stomach-side-down across your lap on his own laptop. Your laptop rests on his chiseled back while you attempt to research the account your parents had created in your name.

Roy comes in and takes over for another couple of hours while Jason’s soft snores sound from beside you until he, too, conks out.

You feel yourself start to drift off when your screen suddenly blacks out.

You sigh, moving to search for the power cord and quickly giving up. Jason’s weight on you, coupled with Roy’s weight at your feet is enough to lull you off into dream world, too. You forget the laptop, figuring you can just charge it in the morning and go to shut it when you see a blue error screen blinking.

You wipe at your eyes, squinting as the blinking blue goes black again.

What the fuck?

You feel fully awake now as you straighten the laptop on Jason’s back to get a better view. Suddenly, the blue screen produces a place to type a password. 

The cursor innocently blinks in the box, patiently waiting for your response.

You look around the dark room as if you’ll somehow find the answer and aren’t surprised when you turn back around to the screen without it.

All the clues smash around in your panicked skull, trying to filter through each one with conviction.

Blood is thicker than water. 

Life insurance policy.

What started it all?

You blink.

Your fingers hover over your keyboard as you type your full name into the password bar. You hesitate briefly, wondering if you should wake anyone up before trying to crack the code. It’s possible you’ll only get one shot at a guess, but you know deep down there’s only one possible answer.

You hit enter with a hesitant twitch of your fingers. 

You watch as the password loads, then the screen goes black again.

Your breath hitches.

There, in the top left corner of your screen, is an address.

You watch as the cursor blinks, following along with each letter that’s typed. The next sentence forms: Give yourself up and no one else gets hurt. The cursor blinks an unknown logo before your entire laptop shuts down entirely.

You sit there, letting the moment wash over you. 

This is a chance to end everything without any casualties. Who are you to turn it down? Even earlier, when Bruce was coming up with a plan, it was obvious your chances of survival were meek. Why should anyone else suffer for something only you have the power to end?

It’s mercy and you take it.

You slip out into the cold of the night, closer and closer to the end.

You’re not scared but rather resolute with each step you take toward the end of your journey, knowing you’re making the best choice. You round another corner when you hear it- footsteps.

“There you are.” 

A/N: was it worth the wait??

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you haven’t done this in awhile because of your jobs that has you both move around a lot. It’s been almost what… 2-3 months since you’ve seen each other. Sure you’ve texted but it’s not the same.

“It’s been so long since I’ve touched you….”

he said in a raspy mid tone voice. You moaned in response then said

“babyyy please touch meee”

and with that plea he had already started to work on your body starting with your tight pussy. He was playing with your nub and teasing you by playing with your folds moving his fingers up and down then side to side ripping lude noises coming from you then finally he moved them in searching for your g-spot it took him a minute to find it as soon as he does the most pornographic moan came out of you and that’s when you saw him twitch to life. As soon as he made you cum you were all over him.

“eji; lemme make a mess of that cock of yours. Lemme suck on your big, fat, coooock pleaseee baby! Wanna taste you so bad!!”

You started to paw at his erection unbuttoning the jeans that he was wearing.

“alright baby~ “

he removed the extra pieces of cloth to let his size out. Then you went to work starting to massage him before anything. You licked the tip Which was pouring out pre, then played with his tip you only where sucking and licking his tip; it drove him crazy, it drove him sooo crazy he grabbed your hair and pulled you down. Surprising you, you gagged and then grabbed his shaft and didn’t stop bobbing your head, the room was filled with his loud moans, then he came and you slowed down then you stoped.

he put you on your back and put one of your legs over his shoulder and started to hump you. You were gasping cute little gasps until he lined his sex to yours and thrusted in causing you to yelp as he set a steady-ish (it was harsh af) pace. He kissed you and grabbed your nipples pinching them as you moaned into his mouth, putting your hands in his hair pulling him closer as you were biting his neck and putting a hickey here…. Here ……….. and here same for him but he’s giving you more bites all over on your neck, your chest, even your leg… you were going so long you both fainted; in the morning he was kissing you up and down when he realized you were awake he praised you “ you did so well..” “you feel so good” “your so good to me baby” “your so hot” then he finally picked you up (your still on his dick with your legs wrapped around him) every time he goes down a step for the stairs you moan in his ear cuz your bouncing on him.. he gets a good idea and runs down the stairs and goes back up to only go back down to hear you say his name.

“E-Ahh~EJIROUU~~”

his laugh boomed through your house he finnaly stopped fucken around and made breakfast as soon as he was done you heard a knock on the door and you looked at each other and ran upstairs to get clothes on then he opened the door and it was the neighbors..

“can you keep the noise down people like sleep you know!” kiri apologized and the lady was on her way.

[thestalwartheart]

Hi there ! ✨

I’m a huuuge fan of your writing (I mean, I wait for your updates the way I would wait for a new Tay Swift song)

If you’re still taking prompts I was wondering what tou could do with “pillow” ?

Have a nice day and happy writing!

Hi! Your ask was so kind, thank you so much. Waiting for my updates like a Tay Swift song is such high praise!

This took me far too long for what it is, but life got in the way for a few weeks there.

This one was meant to be wholesome and sweet but instead we ended up in E-rated territory. 🌶️ I do think it's still quite sweet, though, and domestic enough to probably fit with @mi6-cafe's Jammies January theme.

You can read it below or on AO3.

Enjoy!

Q sighs awake to feel a kiss at the nape of his neck. His pillow smells of citrus and smoke.

A weak beam of light streams in from the gaps at the edges of his blinds, revealing the chaos and untidiness of Q’s room. It’s the sort of light that says nothing about whether it’s a nice day or not, though it's definitely a cold one outside the bed covers; he knows that much. The freezing sliver of his face bared to the room is proof enough of that. The rest of him, however, is lovely and warm.

“Good morning,” croons a voice from behind him.

Bond.

Q is getting worryingly used to waking up to find Bond curled around his back like this. He must have snuck in during the night, finished with whatever had kept him away at the end of his last mission in Brazil. A woman, maybe. The weather, probably. The latter, at least, was irreplaceable in London.

“What time is it?” Q shoots an arm out from under the duvet — rather bravely, he thinks — in search of his phone. Bond catches his hand before it can make it very far and hums, sounding awfully content.

“Don’t worry about what time it is.”

Q would usually be more sceptical of a plea like that, but in the foggy recesses of his memory, he recalls deliberately not setting the alarm on his phone last night. It’s the weekend, then—a rare one without any work to get out of bed for. And James Bond is back on home soil, which means Q will be doing little else except rolling around between the sheets with him.

Q resolves not to worry about the time and instead sinks into the warmth of Bond’s chest. As a reward, he gets another kiss to his neck.

“Finished the job, then?” sighs Q.

“Mm.”

“And you’re all in one piece?”

“I am now.”

Alarmed, Q tries to turn around. It wouldn’t be the first time Bond’s hidden an injury from him. The last was a dislocated shoulder that Q had only found out about in the breathless wake of a post-mission shag when he’d gone to lay his head on Bond’s chest. He has no desire to hear a grunt of pain like it again.

Bond stops him from moving. “I’m fine, Q. Relax.”

Q wishes it were easier to resist that, but with Bond’s arms trapping him in place and his sturdy, warm hands of his travelling the length of Q’s torso so pleasantly, it’s hard to put up much of an argument. It’s harder still when one of those hands starts teasing at Q’s morning wood through the soft flannel of his pyjamas.

“Oh, I—”

There’s another scorching kiss to the side of Q’s neck before Bond begins murmuring filthy, delicious promises in his ear about how many times he’s going to make Q come and how they’re going to fuck each other all over this house and how neither of them are going to be putting clothes back on for the entire weekend unless it’s Q slipping into one of Bond’s shirts for a while.

(The whole aim of the latter, obviously, is for Bond to rip it off in short order.)

At some point during all those promises, Bond’s hand slips under Q’s waistband to pull slowly at his cock. The overwhelming heat of it has Q bucking forward, desperate to feel it tighter and faster.

Being with Bond is always like this. Zero to sixty in less than a moment. One flick of his hand, one kiss to the neck, one filthy smile from across a room…each acts like a flick of a match to an open gas valve. It’s a wonder they aren’t both incinerating beneath the duvet cover. Q certainly feels as if he’s burning up.

He tries to grind back onto the growing hardness at his back, but again, Bond refuses the movement.

“Slowly, Q,” he chides, sounding aggravatingly unaffected. “There’s no rush.”

There is, Q would argue. He hasn’t been in the same room as Bond in weeks, and in that time, he’s had to watch the man being chased across rooftops and over cliffs and into the sea and into other people’s—

With a huff, Q flings away that thought. It only matters that Bond is here now. That he has returned to his Quartermaster again, as he always seems to these days. That his hand is a tight pump around the head of Q’s cock, that his thumb is circling, spreading around the wetness there, playing Q expertly. That his lips are sucking little red marks into Q’s neck, into his shoulder. Though his breath remains even, Bond is clinging to him, as he is wont to do with anything that promises life or pleasure for a few desperate hours.

“Christ, Q. I’ve missed you.”

An embarrassing noise escapes Q’s throat at that, not that he’ll ever admit to it later. He can’t stop his hips from moving in little bursts, pushing into the tacky warmth around him, then back to the hardness that has settled between his cheeks, a hardness which is hot and pulsing even through layers of clothing. Bond is no longer teasing. It’s still slow — infuriatingly so — but it’s tight and intense, and Q’s burning inside. Slowly. Deliciously. It’s the sort of drawn-out, hot-treacle pleasure he never has the patience or the time to give himself. He rests his head on his fist and feels as if he might pass out. Bond’s hands and mouth seem like they’re everywhere.

“James — oh — I’m—”

Bond hums again. His teeth graze Q’s ear lobe, and that’s it. He’s shuddering, he’s splintering, he’s—

“Fuck.”

He’s making a bloody great mess is what he’s doing. There’s come all over his belly, the sheets and Bond’s hand. No matter—he’s flying too high to care. It’s been weeks since he’s had this, any of it. Working so late so consistently means he hasn’t been able to summon the energy for a wank in ages, let alone a date or a one-night stand. That’s just the way of things. He’s not bitter about it, but he is glad to feel this kind of pleasure again.

As Bond turns Q’s head to kiss him, Q smells a familiar hint citrus and smoke. It reminds him of the lemon twist in a lethal drink. Of gunpowder, cigars, peated whisky and sunnier climes. Of his sheets when Bond’s been sharing his bed.

Q can’t help a grin. He smothers it in his pillow before whispering, “Welcome home, James.”

[imightgetbetter]

(there is soemthign wrong with me istg)

all night you had been teasing matty, flirting with other guys, cheering them on in a game of pool at the local bar, an award show after party. You knew what you were doing, what you were getting into, matty’s eyes never left you, staring at you like he was about to eat you alive. The moment your front door closed you were pushed against it, rough hands pulling at your clothes, lips attached to your neck, leaving bright red marks all over, you were his, and he was going to make sure everyone could see it. 

Hoisting you onto his shoulder, slapping your ass as he carried you to your shared bedroom, putting you down, not giving you any time, he attacks your lips with his own, sloppy and rushed, biting my lower lip and pulling a bit.

Making quick work of removing your clothes, he pushes you back onto the bed, 

“Lay in the middle, don't move”

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl”, low, gravelly, you're in for a rough time.

Soft, velvety ropes bind your hands together, connecting you to the headboard, try as you might you can't pull free. Similarly your legs are secured, spread and bare, each ankle tied to the bedposts. You feel so exposed, vulnerable under matty’s gaze, his eyes hungry, 

“I'm going to break you”, its gruff, voice laden with want, tent visible in his black skinny jeans, 

“I- matty–”

“No, you've just been begging for a punishment all night haven't you?” fingers, brushing lightly along the curve of your breast, running up and down maddeningly. 

“Haven't you?” warning, he wants an answer, 

“Yes, i have”

“Oh, so now you want to behave? Bit late for that now”

You shiver, he's barely even touched you and your soaked, the mere prospect of this, of being his to use how he pleases. 

His fingers ghost over your body, traversing the expanse of skin just above your hip, across your stomach, it tickles, and you struggle to escape the sensation, 

“Be a good girl, stop moving”

You do as you're told, enduring the feeling of his hands all over you, everywhere but where you need. Trailing along the curve of your breasts, circling your nipples, its torturous, everytime you try to move, try to find connection with his fingers, he pulls his hand away and starts over.

By the time he finally touches you, your already a mess, sweaty and struggling, craving more, hes calculated in his moves, fingers brushing your nipples lightly, quickly, back and forth over and over again, soft mewls, pathetic whimpers, words fail you. Pinching roughly at the sensitive buds, you shreik, back arching best you could, matty pulls harshly. It continues like this for what feels like forever, and by this point your close to cumming already, over sentive, your abused chest heaves as he finally stops, walking away to light a cigarette, taking a drag and letting the ash fall on you, its warm, not enough to hurt, but its not comfortable either, 

“So pretty, so perfect” adoration in his eyes, he loves seeing you like this, a thin sheen of sweat covering you, and he hadnt even touched your pussy yet, you were so reactive to him, you always had been. Trousers uncomfortable and tight, matty slips them off, sitting on the bed cigarette in one hand, the other reaching out to you, swiping through your folds, collecting your wetness, pulling away and wrapping the hand around his dick, jacking himself off, right in frotn of you, head thrown back, using your wetness as lube, going until he came, smoke flowing from his mouth as he breathes raggedly, 

“Matty pleas,e fuck, please i am begging you”

“Oh? Your begging are you?” having only just reache dhis own release he is breathless but still commanding. 

“Yes im begging, please”

“Awww baby, youll thank me for this”

His fingers reach down, running up and down your slit, circling your clit, pinching the bundle of nerves cruelly, using his nails, it hurts in the most delightful way, soft moans falling from your lips, repeating this moton over and over, until you feel a not begin to form in your stomach, lightheadedesness coming over you. Just as your about to unravel, to reach your release he stops, and you cry out, depserate, 

“Fuck, no no no, matty please”

“Bad girls dont get to cum baby”

“Mattyyy”

“Say my name like that again” his eyes are dark, clouded with lust, 

“Mattyyyy” a low whine, 

His mouth finds purchase on your abused nipple, his other hand toying witht he other, bringing you once against to the edge, tongue flicking over it swuickly, sucking and biting, its too much, he switches, his fingers pinching and twisting while he continues with hsi tongue on the other, its all too much and you approach the egede again, before he detaches with a satisfying pop, removing all stimulation. 

6 times, 6 times you had been brought to the edge donly to be left there, unable to finish, bindings preventing you from doing it yourself, yours a babbling mess, drooling all over yourself, mattys fingers in your mouth, you suck and lick them obediently, before he removes them plunging them into your cunt without warning, 

“Such a good whore”, you cant say anything, do anything, letting him finger fuck you roughly, inhoerent mumbles, feeling his fingers hook inside you, hitting just the right spot, he knows what hes doing, its cruel in the most delicious way, his hair is unruly, hes just as messy, just from watching you. As you approach the edge, he removes his fingers, and a sob rips from you, tears rolling down your cheeks, it hurts, it hurts so good and you cna do nothing but take it.

Matty leans down, hair tickign your cheek as he kisses you, kissing your cheeks where tears had rolled down, 

“Your so fucking pretty whe you cry for me”

Another sob, god you love him

“Traffic light baby?” hes concerned for you, he has just put you through a particularly rough time for the last 2 hours, so he needed to be sure you were ok, he had been checking like this several times already and every time, 

“Green” between gasps ans sobs, 

“Good girl, your doing so well”

“Pleas,e matty, i cant take much more”

He looks down sympatheitcally, but theres something else there, 

“Dont worry you wont have to, ill be back in a little while ok?”

“W-what?”

“I'm going to go and watch some tv, be a good girl and wait for me… oh, before i forget”

Matty disappears to the other end of the room, opening a draw and pulling something out alongside some latex tape, whatever it is, he tapes it to your thigh, pressed against your leg, not quite hitting your cunt, you realise too late what it is. 

“To remidn you whos in charge”

Pulling out his phone matty opens up a familiar app, the devid buzzes to life, under his full control, its not close enough to let you cum, but its enough to be maddening, to keep you on the edge, 

“I want to hear you from the living room baby, if you need anything just call”

And with that he leaves, turning the light off, the only sound is the buzzing and your squeaks and moans.

I -

[marerosa]

P L E A S E

|| sam winchester x afab!reader

disclaimer ; the content below is 18+, if a minor or uncomfortable with sexual content please click away, I am not responsible for the media you consume or interact with

summary ; Sam likes to go slow, you’re a little impatient

notes ; this all started because of that picture, idk it just does something to me yk

warnings ; f receiving oral, teasing, marks, mentions of a bad hunt

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Sam’s lips are soft against your sternum, kisses being trailed the farther down he moves on the bed, his hands warm against your hips. He moves slowly but teasingly at sucking light marks into your skin.

“So gorgeous baby.” He murmurs against your lower stomach under the golden lighting of the hotels lamps. Sam’s teeth nip at your hip bones, just by your underwear line, his tongue slipping under them before he hooks two fingers to drag the damp cloth off you.

“Sam please-.” He’s such a tease on normal occasions but the added tenderness from just finishing a rather jarring hunt makes you ten times needier.

Your pleas don’t go unanswered though, Sam’s tongue pressing flat against your slit before he drags the muscle up to your clit. The sensation is nothing short of heavenly and the moan it brings from the back of your throat is enough to let Sam know.

“Taste so good.” Vibrations from Sam’s voice send shoots of pleasure straight to your core, your hips automatically rocking up into his face as he laps at your wetness tentatively.

“Sam—.” You arch up against the bed when his nose bumps into your clit in time with his tongue pushing into your dripping entrance.

“Please Sam, please.” It’s a whine you can’t even try to cover, he’s moving so slow, forcing your hips down with his hands so you stop squirming.

“Shh, just be patient.”

[aetherphobia]

So, this is a small acc and therefore not many people other than friends or weird nsfw bots coming into my dms to attempt to get me to click on a shady link are going to see this.

But I feel like sharing this for the laughs.

So, I never share my work outside of my average friend circle, but I like to write songs! Usually they're just random ideas thst popped into mind or vent songs. But sometimes I write songs regarding to my ocs and my friend's ocs. And I once started writing this song back in 2021 about two ocs that were made by me and @elysia-nsimp respectively. And this song was called "Hypothetically" because of an inside joke where we could talk about the ship between the characters via asking "hypothetical" questions that are VERY obviously referring to them despite not saying their names up front. And our other friend, Ender, would be teasing us about us being physically incapable of talking about the ship in a normal way. And this spawned the idea to write a romantic song about these two characters not so subtly talking about very clearly romantic things they want to do and then ending it with "Hypothetically" to avoid bluntly confessing (despite it being painfully obvious) (my oc in this is only book smart). And the fun thing about the song was that I wrote it in a way that made it sound like a cheesy musical number and came up with a general tune for it and everything.

But I get really nervous when attempting to write my friend's ocs out of fear I'll wildly mischaracterize them on accident and I hate being judged. So at some point I just stopped updating it because of that, along with the fact that I was running out of ideas on where to go with it. And I only picked the writing of the song back up as of recently.

But this song has cursed me ever since. Because whenever me and my friends are on call, and I say the word "hypothetically" in a sentence for any given reason, Elysia will chime in by singing "Hyyyypothetically🎶" in the tune I wrote it to be in. And every time it reminds me that I still have not finished writing that song. And it's just hilarious to me.

Although I haven't been finding it in me to finish writing it. So here's a pole to try and encourage me. Or discourage me, if you want. Depends on how you're feeling.