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theredwritingwitch · 2 years

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Scarcity of Thieves- Part Three

Pairing: The thief x OFC, Both characters are based off of Chilean folklore, Thief is named Pedro but this is not RPF

Summary: The pair of old souls have a grand night at the general’s manor.

Word Count: 3,908

Warnings: lots of stealing, nudity, fingering, oral sex (female and male receiving), exhibitionism, possessive

Ratings: Explicit

Author’s Note: The thief is named Pedro Urdemales, but this is not real person fiction. I don’t write RPF. This characterization and mix of Pedro Urdemales and the thief is slightly based off of Pedro Pascal but is not RPF. I chose to set this in Chile because the folklore fits together so well (and also a small nod to where PP comes from) but again this is not RPF, just based off his character: the thief. The OFC is also a creature from Chilean folklore.

Part Two - Part Four

The emeralds glistened against her breasts as her lumination sparkled through the gems. The thief could see the stiff peaks of her nipples, colored and sparkled in a vivid green. The gems hung on to her as the large layered pearl necklace hung over her shoulders and over her chest. Several diamonds and pearls shined and sparkled over her collar bone and cascaded down her breasts. Layer after layer draped over her curves, glittering in the dark room. The only light source was the pulsating light of the alicanto who was centered in the silk bed sheets. A golden feather lay here and there in the bedroom, paired with a long forgotten dress. Moans filtered through the air, only accompanied by the occasional squeak of the bed. Pedro’s eyes were trained on the rise and fall of the sparkling gems as Aurelia’s chest rose and fell under his intentions.

This wasn’t their bed, or their room, not even their mansion. The moans that echoed through the room, the sweat that glistened off Aurelia’s body, and the rushed movements of bodies shifting were theirs though. As well as the necklace of jewels, that would be theirs as soon as they got out of the old general’s bed, but that wasn’t actually happening any time soon. The only thing happening was the continuous movement of the thief’s tongue against his pajarito’s glistening pearl. His rough beard rubbed and redden Aurelia’s inner thighs as she squirmed and whimpered under his large bruising hands. She raked her nails through his hair, clutching his curls and tugging moans out of him.

It was supposed to be a fun easy night for the two of them, a competition actually. They both came up with a list of objectives to get: something earned, something inherited, something lost, something irreplaceable. The general’s dinner party was the perfect playground for the two of them. Loose lips and even looser pockets. The general’s thirst for rum was well known, and he encouraged his guests to partake in his consumption, which they all gladly did. Aurelia was always more hungry than thirsty, but tonight she staved off her hunger for a swift win. The stolen artifact of Incan statues weighed nicely in her hands just as the diadem an elderly heiress inherited weighed nicely on her head. Even the medals she had plucked right off of the general glittered pretty off her shoulder. But it was the layered necklace of pearls and emeralds, the only thing she was wearing now, that she desired the most. Something irreplaceable, possibly the most expensive item in the mansion. Certainly a prized possession of the general’s, yet now it lay against her bare body as her thief drank in her slick juices and worked his fingers around her swollen clit.

The thief, for his part of the night, went unseen. He collected his stash as was to the rules of the competition but in a slightly different vain. Pedro poached the charming and changing master-class accent of the studious actor, simply getting the man to tell him his deepest secrets over wine. He pilfered the talented card shuffling fingers off of the con-man whose father and grandfather was a tinkerer, the joints in his fingers held the secrets that the man was unwilling to tell. And technically, the topaz ring he grabbed from a random woman passing by could now be considered lost since he just stole it. His pajarito would probably be hungry later.

Thinking of something irreplaceable didn’t take long. An idea came to him as he observed her shining demeanor from across the room, swiftly sliding between guests and in and out of locked doors. He followed her as she sweet talked the general, running her fingers up and down his uniform. Pedro growled irritated that her wandering fingers were on someone else, not traveling up his own chest to be kissed by his lips. He chuckled when he saw her pluck the diadem without a slip-up. And he smirked when the alarm didn’t even click on as the Incan idols were tucked away from their display case. He nodded to himself when her eyes landed on the pearly layered necklace, evidently she had the same tastes as he. His eyes didn’t linger long as his pajarito rounded around the displayed necklace as his eyes landed on a pair of ornate doors. Side stepping around Aurelia, he opened the doors to a room that brought a sly smile to his face.

Pedro still smiled as his tongue worked over her pearl, eyeing the beautiful breasts that lay under the real pearls swaying on her heaving chest. The ornate doors were now closed and locked, safely keeping the unhinged couple away from the rest of the event’s guests. The bedroom was just as grand as the rest of the manor, darkly stained wood furnished with grand paintings and lush furniture. But his favorite part of the bedroom were the silk forest green bed sheets. They engulfed Aurelia in a splendor of richness that made her glistening skin shine even brighter and made her equally silken folds shine up to Pedro’s ravenous eyes and mouth. He loved how the sheets wrinkled in her fisted hands as he pulled another low moan from her. Even their soft smooth texture felt heavenly against his erection as he grinded further into the rich green sheets.

“When we’re all done here, we’ll have to remember to grab these sheets as we leave,” Pedro briefly requested just as he quickly threw his head back down between Aurelia’s thighs, quickly lapping her up.

“Fuck,” Aurelia squeaked out, “No evidence, no crime right?”

She felt the rumble of a chuckle against her clit then, “My dear alicanto, I have every intention of leaving a mess behind us. I would never want to hide the presence of my devotion to you sweet pajarito.”

Pajarito. There was that endearing nickname again. The one she loved so much and he knew she loved it by the way her smile lit up to his sweet talk. And she knew he loved it as well. Just as he loved the feeling of her nails against him.

With that, it was the pull of his hair that sent his hips stuttering into the silk. He felt her nails scraping against his scalp, tugging at his roots just as her hips chased his mouth. Pedro leaned away from the heat of her cunt to smile a wicked grin as he took in the sight of his sweet pajarito. She was red lipped and glistening not only from her soaking folds but her entire body glowed against the rumpled silk sheets. He admired her heaving chest, the pearls that rolled against her breast, and the glittering emeralds that twinkled to her glow. There wasn’t enough time in the world to soak up her wonderful glow, but he was damn well going to try to drink up as much of her as he could. His pajarito seemed to concur with the idea as she cried out his name when he suddenly went back to running his tongue through her silken folds and circling her clit.

Aurelia couldn’t take her eyes off of the man whose head was buried between her legs and whose tongue was diving into her cunt. She didn’t bother to keep her cries quiet; loving in the knowledge that the entire mansion full of people could hear their love making. Aurelia couldn’t even keep her hands off of the man attacking her cunt; didn’t want to have a second where she wasn’t touching the man back. She ran her fingers through his unruly curls, fingering the soft spirals of brown curls as his finger circled her clit over and over again. She heaved and shifted her hips to his sinful mouth with every lick he swept up her plush folds with his broad tongue. Aurelia giggled to herself as she wondered if the broadness of a man’s shoulders meant his tongue would be just as large. Her pícaro was a good indicator of her hypothesis.

Soon enough her giggling turned back to moaning. Squirming under the harsh clasp of the thief’s hands, not allowing her any relief from his never ending thirst, her glow flickered as she neared her release. Her pícaro sensed it in her breathy moans and cries, and spurred by his own desire to see her climax he changed his position to suck harshly on her clit as his fingers went into her gaping cunt. Within a few swirls of his tongue around her pearl, he watched her eyes tirelessly keep in contact with his own. Aurelia sobbed out her release as Pedro’s fingers stroked her quivering walls, relishing in the feeling of her cunt clutching at him. She hung her head back and closed her eyes to the blinding light that shot through her, while the light from her body shone around the room in a soft blurry glow.

The thief stayed at his spot between her legs, his fingers cleaned by his own mouth, and now rubbing her legs and kissing her thighs as she relaxed from her high. He patiently watched his pajarito come back to him, ignoring his own need. He was soon rewarded with a shy smile from her. Even in the dusky room, after her body’s glow had nearly dwindled with her energy, her smile was a homey candle light bathing his own cloudy and somber face. He held his face to her thigh, rubbing his stubble against her soft skin, just as he had done many times before now. Pedro hummed at her as she scooted up to stroke a finger through his hair, inching her face closer to his. His deep brown eyes swam with a warmth of their own that equal, in her opinion but not in his own, the radiant energy from her own body. Neither soul spoke as they took each other in their shared space and energy.

In the months they had gotten to know each other, from quick midnight rendezvous to long overnight stays at the thief’s estate, the two hadn’t spent more than eight hours with each other on any occasion when they crossed paths. They never saw each other in daylight. Aurelia would fly off before the sun rose, leaving golden feathers strewn across his bed for the thief to collect. The thief was a creature of the night just as his alicanto, under the moon and stars the thief was more relaxed with his wandering eyes and hands. He was always a rogue at heart, a suitor of nocturnal exploration. As was his Aurelia, who always lived and shined under the night’s sky. But both were so independent, so stubborn in their old ways in this modern world. Yet in all of their quick nightly meetups and expecades they always held a quiet moment to themselves, basking in the afterglow and overwhelmed in their own contemplations of companionship. Tonight, in the bed of a stranger, with the soft light of Aurelia’s body, and the lingering lips of Pedro pressing on her, it was about to change.

A flurry of foot falls. A chorus of anger. A pair of equally bemused faces. Pedro sprang from his position between her legs, and launched to grab Aurelia’s dress as she snagged his tossed jacket. A few golden feathers fell through the air while Aurelia flew through the open washroom door. Just after catching her dress from the thief, she crossed the room to the window and opened it wide to look down the four story building. Pedro ran to the ornate doors, checking the locks and shoving a chair in front of the doors. He swung around to swiftly run to the bathroom, grabbing the green silk sheet and rolling it into a ball along the way. He closed and locked the washroom door behind him as Aurelia climbed out the window and started her ascent to the neighboring ledge with her thief just behind her.

The two old souls climbed their way over to the next window, Aurelia much more adept at finding her balance on the ledge than her pícaro. Pedro was not too far off from her but only just a bit preoccupied with what was in front of him. His dear pajarito didn’t bother throwing her dress on; bare before the world on the ledge of the top floor of a four story building. Only the dazzling pearls and emeralds covered her perked breast for the moon to look upon and the cold sea breeze to caress. He smiled as he watched the wind wipe her hair over her soft glowing body. It gave him ideas of what he could do to her on the balcony of his own estate. Aurelia soon slid to one side of the window, as the thief took the other side and used one hand to unlock the window while the other held onto the building and bed sheet. The window didn’t make a sound as he swung it open. Aurelia snuck inside with Pedro after her, both entering and hiding away in the lounge that was next door to the master suite they just left.

“You actually did take the sheet then?” Aurelia giggled as she held fast to Pedro’s arm.

Pedro looked down at her naked form with a mischievous smile, “Well I thought you would want a choice in wardrobe.” He held up her golden dress and the green sheet, “Which do you prefer: bed sheets or a dress for this evening's escape?”

“You want me to cover up? That’s a first.”

“Getting around the city naked is hard.”

“Hard for you isn’t it,” she smiled as her hand snaked down to his neglected bulge.

Pedro moaned and clutched the two fabrics in his hands.

“I can help solve that problem,” she sighed into his lips.

The thief nudged at her nose with his own, “Get to it then.”

She lightly kissed his nose and sank down to her knees, smiling up as her nails scraped his shirt and pants.

“Can you stay quiet?”

“Quiet as the dead.”

“A graverobber now are we?” she quizzed with a raised eyebrow.

“Never, there’s no fun in that. But I do know where there is fun…” he smiled down as his thumb danced across her lips.

In the darkness of the lounge, amongst the quiet of their stillness, the zipping of the thief’s pants were heard just as the opening and closing of doors from the hallway outside started. Both Pedro and Aurelia smiled at each other as they were confident that they wouldn’t be found. The smiles only grew when Aurelia freed her pícaro’s aching cock, wetting her lips as she watched him stand at her attention. Pedro ran his fingers through her hair, burying them deep to massage her scalp. He stiffened though from her menstrations as his pajarito ran her fingers down the happy trail near his belly button down to his cock where her tongue softly licked up his shaft, tasting the pre-cum that had dribbled out of him back when he was tasting her. He closed his eyes and hung his head back against the painting hanging behind him as Aurelia gave him another leisurely lick.

Although the thief was average when it came to length, he made up for it in girth. But over the course of several meet-ups between the thief and the alicanto, Aurelia had gotten quite well at handling his “natural God given instrument.” He was as natural as the dimple on his face, the same dimple Aurelia loved to kiss, just as she loved to kiss his blessed cock. But she loved the low growls and moans that came from her thief and gave him another lick and a kiss to his head just before pushing back his foreskin.

She gave a few more licks to the tip of his reddening cock before taking him into her mouth. Pedro’s hands clutched at the fabric like a vice and breathed through his nose as his eyes snapped down to the site below him. He watched, totally entranced like every time before, as she slowly took him in further and further into her mouth, swiping her tongue to his underside. It didn’t take long for a groan to emit from his clamped shut mouth; a moan that elicited an equally salacious moan from the woman below him.

Pedro softly banged his head against the painting behind him as he tried with all his might to keep the moans from erupting out of his mouth. He so badly wanted her to know that he was loving the feeling of her velvet mouth and dancing tongue. He chose to instead warped the silk sheet from the bedroom around her form, bunching up around her head and neck. Gently he tugged her closer to him as her mouth pulled back.

“Please bonita, let me show you how badly I want to release an offering for you to consume,” Pedro pleaded to the beauty before him.

She hummed in agreement as she sat still with her hands resting on his thighs while she left all control to him, excited at the feeling of the tug of the sheet at her head and the pull of his hips into her mouth. Pedro worked himself in and out of his pajarito’s beautiful mouth, closing his eyes as he basked in the humming glow of her satisfied presence. He kept the sheet snug to her head and frantically pressed himself in and out of her, grunting as he felt her tongue swirl around him. He tightened his grip to the bed sheet as her nails dug into his thighs causing him to snap his eyes open. He soon watched his cock slide in and out of her, twitching and stuttering at how easily she took him.

Taking advantage of Pedro’s pause, she took over control and grabbed at the bed sheet. Twisting it around Pedro’s hip, she tangled the sheet into her grasp and kissed the tip before pulling the sheet towards her and encouraging him to let her set the pace. Slowly she worked his hips back and forth, lapping his length up and down. The sounds of footsteps and doors opening and closing got louder as Aurelia slowly slid off and on of him, controlling his greed. With each step echoing in the hallway, Pedro stuttered and groaned as he neared his peak. He desired to chase his release as she demanded a little patience from him. Quickly his muscles tensed with every thrust, every footstep from the hall. His muscles shook as his hands fisted her hair. Cursing the old gods he soon released himself down her throat just as she tugged the sheet firmly against his balls and under his cock. Pedro’s head flew back, smacking the painting behind him and knocking it to the ground. With deft hands, Aurelia and Pedro grabbed the painting at the same time. A smile graced Aurelia’s face as she popped off Pedro’s cock as a light chuckle came from him.

Aurelia slouched back and gave a praising look up and down her lover.

“Green looks good on you.”

Pedro leaned down and thumbed at the emeralds still glittering on her breast.

“It looks good on you too, diosa.”

Aurelia let out a grand laugh and shook her head, “Don’t start calling me that. The old gods will get jealous. We don’t want that.”

“Truthfully, they’re already jealous from the way you were shouting my name like a prayer earlier,” Pedro smiled as he brought her up to stand for a searing kiss.

But as soon as the kiss started, it was soon broken as the footsteps and voices paused right outside their door. Reluctantly parting from each other, the thief grabbed a book from the shelf and threw it at the lock of the door. Years ago he had taken the aim and power of a world series pitcher, one trick that came handy once or twice a year. As he turned back and tugged his pants back up’ he found Aurelia now covered in her golden dress, his coat, and the general’s emeralds. Finally as the both gathered themselves, he cocked his head to the window.

“Shall we dance over the rooftops or swim through the shadowed hallways?”

The pounding at the door grew louder as Aurelia tapped at her chin.

“How about the way we came?”

“Always a tease aren’t you?” Pedro grabbed at her hand and smiled as they glided out the window, over the ledge, and back to the general’s bedroom again. Finding the door wide open, they both paused as they listened to the guards bust into the room they had just vacated. Pedro leaned against the wall, rolling his eyes as the voices shouted at one and another. Aurelia hummed into the warmth of her pícaro as she tied the green silken sheet as a sash around his torso and broad shoulders.

It wasn’t long after the voices from the neighboring room started cursing each other, that more footsteps escalated down the hallway. That is then when the thief took the hand of his alicanto and descended down through the shadows, the pair barely illuminated by a soft glow. They weaved through the halls, the guards, and the guests. Undeterred, the linked duo spun their way out the front doors with glasses of champagne in hand. They laughed and danced their way through the streets to the thief’s estate, where they relocated to his bed. Quick enough they exchanged their trophies of the night: something earned, something inherited, something lost, something irreplaceable. Pedro placed the general’s medals upon one of his large statues as Aurelia ate up the topaz ring. Soon enough the pair then exchanged clothes and moans. The glittering emeralds placed on the broad shoulders of the thief and the silken green bed sheet fitted around the alicanto. Even giggles were exchanged as his pajarito poked fun at the thief for her being his something irreplaceable.

“Such a romantic!” she batted him away.

“Always. As long as you're mine,” he countered with a kiss to her smiling lips.

His fingers skimmed through the golden feathers, soft and gleaming with beauty. He had three golden feathers in his hand now, one or two more still lay on the floor of his bedroom. The sheets were thrown haphazardly over the mattress. He could smell the sex and sweat in the air still as the open window allowed a breeze to blow through the room. The painting in the room next door was disturbed from its spot on the wall. Guests were complaining about a pickpocket making off with their prized possessions; some of his own possessions were missing as well. Even his damn bedsheet was gone. But most importantly so was his honor.

No one should be able to steal from a general. If a general’s house could be so easily swept by burglars than anyone's home was up for grabs.

The old general walked around his bed; he had gotten a thrashing from his guests about their missing items and he himself had sent a thrashing to his guards. The night was long already, and after tonight his nights would only get longer.

He twirled the feathers in his hand, as he pondered his plans to the setting moon.

Part Four

Pajarito- little bird

Entierro- burrows/buried legendary treasures

Pícaro- rouge

Diosa- goddess

Bonita- pretty

Pedro Urdemales- fictional character in Latin American folklore that typifies the rogue, rascal, or trickster.

Alicanto- mythological nocturnal bird of Chilean mythology. It’s wings shine at night with metallic colors and eyes emit strange lights. It also eats ores and can not fly. If a person can follow the alicanto, they will be lead to an entierro. If they are seen then the alicanto will blind them and run them off a cliff.

#The Thief #Casillero del Diablo #The thief x ofc #pedro padcal #fanfiction

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ofthedirewolves · 3 months

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Hi! I saw your post for commissions. What fandoms do you create for?

Hello .. I might be forgetting some but here’s a mostly full list (also let me know if there’s a fandom you’re interested and not on the list bc I might be forgetting it) (only thing I don’t really do is a/b/o and rpf)

Games: Uncharted, Hades, Pokemon

ASOIAF, Game of Thrones, Lucifer, the Sandman, Good Omens, Top Gun Maverick, Teen Wolf, once upon a time (I do have some notps so check first), Doctor Who, Broadchurch, Queliot, Merlin (tv show), Ted Lasso, Silo, Klaroline, Stranger Things (just no Will stuff or Murray), Ready or Not, Kathony (Bridgerton), Justified, Any Star Wars* (just no Reylo), One tree hill, Heroes, Gilmore Girls, fast and furious, Black Sails, IT/IT Ch 2, Alice (Syfy), Wynonna Earp, Gossip Girl (Just Dair or Blair), The Witcher, Bellarke, dimension 20, critical role c1 (bc it’s the one I’m watching), White Collar, Supernatural, Veronica Mars (original series), Friday Night Lights, Leverage, Haven, X Men, Greek Mythology, Runaways, The Royals, Marvelous Mrs Maisel, Pirates of the Caribbean (just no D*pp please), the Mummy, Count of Monte Cristo, She-Ra

(*Admittedly I don’t really know Rebels)

Not really my fandom but I know enough; Grisha Verse, MCU, Star Trek, Hazbin Hotel, Hunger Games, Craig Bond, inception, Percy Jackson, Outlander, elementary, Timeless, DCTV

#Maii fandom #answered #anonymous

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puppypeter · 4 years

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You know when you trip over a small drabble and end up disappearing from your blog down a Evanstan rabbit hole? Yep, that’s what happened here, so enjoy some fics!! Some are more silly/lighthearted, some are a bit more angsty, so remember to read the tags before to check if it’s your thing!

There will definitely be a second part cause I’m still stuck down here, so keep an eye out if you like the pairing 🥰

🔒 = you need an ao3 account to be able to read it.

PS: do not link any of these fics to the actors or anyone associated with them. Fics are from the fans for the fans, and they should stay within the fandom!

Happy reading! 🐶

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ouat-in-spare-oom-of-rivendell · 3 years

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Here's your monthly reminder to NOT tag your fic as ["Character A] x reader" if it's actually "[Character B] x reader"!

This goes extra for if the fic is RPF (real person fiction)!

With tumblr's followed tag system, people are occasionally presented a "followed tag" post on their dash. Now if I follow the Peter Parker x reader tag, I don't want my one followed tag post in a blue moon to pop up with Tom Holland x reader!

Just stop it! It alienates and frustrates readers, especially in the case of RPF, since many find it creepy and are uncomfortable with it.

If you're a new writer on Tumblr, the best advice is to only tag the character your fic is for. That's it, other than maybe simply tagging all iterations of their name. You'll attract the fans of that character specifically and you won't alienate fans of other characters by cross tagging.

And if you're purposefully cross tagging with the intent to get more viewership, stop that! It's rude!

This turned out longer than the one-sentence "don't cross tag" post I was planning. Seems I got carried away. Anyways, just please don't cross tag, out of respect for readers.

#vent post #ari rants #cross tagging #rpf #stop it #fanfic writing #the tom hollanders are the worst criminals about this #absolutely the worst about this #its always TH x reader stuff clogging up the PP x reader tag

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insomniamamma · 3 years

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what the fuck...

This fandom is fucking wild sometimes. So I've seen stuff about a serial killer Pedro Pascal RPF fic making the rounds. I’m going to say right up front that I do not like RPF. I’ve read a little of it just to see what all the shouting is about and it made me deeply uncomfortable. That being said, I’m usually willing to live and let live and just scroll past things I don’t vibe with. But this? Writing Pedro Pascal, a living breathing human being as a serial killer to cater to some fetish you have? Jesus fucking Christ, write an OC, use Pedro as an inspiration or face claim if you must, but to take an actual person and turn him into a monster for your own sick amusement? That is just utterly fucked. Fictional characters do not have rights or agency or autonomy, but real people do, and shit like this is a straight up violation of those things.

I have proactively blocked this person. I suggest everyone else do the same. And if you come at me trying to defend this behavior, I will mostly likely block you.

#RPF #real person fiction #this shit is gross #fetishize serial killers if you must but at least have the decency not to RPF that shit #pedro pascal #pp fandom #insomniamamma rants

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benkisselonlyfans · 4 years

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pat yearning.. getting flustered with his interactions with harv and all he wants it to be able to love and care for bri so much like this 😔 (ive never played this game before but pat just wants to gift brian stuff like idk coffee beans to brian and do an activity together)

Ok im like so drunk but I am crying like a lil. Its ok pat we r all gay and we r all romance harvey cuz he looks like Brian -party

#i coild write this ...#asks #anonymous #pp #patbrian #polygon rpf

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miriyos · 6 years

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a house greater, p3/?

(a bear in the bed; ahgp1, p2, p2.5 + Precautionary Warning: Immediate and brief masturbation scene.)

Sometimes Sid has fantasies about his betrothed. He’s sixteen, about to be married, and his husband is making things hard for Sid. Evgeni is always so soft and careful touching Sid. It drives Sidney mad.

While taking a bath, Sid gets one slick hand around his cock while the other experimentally grazes along the rest of his body. His hand isn’t small but it’s hard to imagine that it’s Evgeni touching him, even with his eyes closed. Everything about Evgeni is large, be it the length of his body or the size of his hand. Evgeni is always mindful of his size, especially as a bear. He startles whenever Sid gets too close.

If Evgeni is going to be Sidney’s husband, he needs to learn that Sid isn’t fragile. He doesn’t have to be careful.

Sid certainly isn’t careful or very patient by himself. He gets off, quick and efficiently, thinking about Evgeni and how the prince would look if he finally gave Sid what he wanted. Surely, Evgeni would be just as attentive in bed as he is elsewhere. He already knows Evgeni is somewhat addicted to kissing. It’s all Evgeni allows typically. Gently, he’ll take Sid’s hands into his own. Sid figured that this was the prince’s soft side coming out but quickly he found that it was Evgeni’s way of keeping things from becoming too heated.

His betrothed is irresistible yet he refuses to indulge Sid too much.

The prince also doesn’t try to keep his romantic streak a secret at all, Sid finds out. He prefers to be bold about it.

“What is this?” Sid asks later once he’s thoroughly washed his hands. He’s not quite sure if he’d be able look into the king’s eye and shake his hand knowing he recently jerked off thinking about his son not even an hour earlier.

Evgeni smiles, one arm draped on the back of Sid’s chair. “Cheesecake, best dessert,”

Sid hesitates but puts a small piece of cake onto his fork anyway. His fiancé is looking at him expectantly, and Sid is prepared to pretend to like it – most fancy desserts Sid has found he doesn’t care for – but the cheesecake is fantastic. He moans the moment the taste hits his tongue, not faking appreciation for how thick and creamy the cake tastes in his mouth.

“You like?” Evgeni asks.

Later, once they’re out of the watchful eye of the king, Sidney gives his prince a shy kiss as another thank you. He decides one kiss isn’t enough and much to Sid’s liking, allows another.

“I have cook make cheesecake every day then,” Evgeni says, pleased, “just for you.”

“You don’t have to,” Sid replies modestly.

Evgeni shakes his head. “I want,”

The gift giving becomes similar to a competition. With Sid using his magic and Evgeni using whatever power he can as a prince to have Sidney’s favorite things be delivered to him throughout the day. It starts with being brought breakfast in bed to little trinkets Sid likes to play with in between lessons. The best surprises, however, are when Evgeni takes extra time to spend with Sidney. Gonch complains but the king objects that love is love and if his son wants to kindle his love with his to-be consort, it’s what he should do.

The stronger the bond, the stronger the magic.

And Sid does get stronger. After Evgeni injures his hand while hunting, Sid places a protective ward over it. He hasn’t quite gotten the hang of spelling wards over a whole person – let alone someone the prince’s size. Evgeni doesn’t notice either until Denis mistakenly spills hot tea onto his brother. His wrist throbs and his sleeve stains but his hand remains untouched.

Ilya gives Sid a talking to about spelling someone without their permission but Sid thinks his prince is proud of him. That he’s glad that Sid is just as protective of him as it is the other way around.

Evgeni likes when Sidney uses his magic to spread glittery sparks into the air best. Sid isn’t sure what it the sparks are made of but Ilya reassures them that it’s harmless the one time he walks in on Sid and the prince sitting in the gardens one night with the sky lit up in flashes. It’s apparently good to burn off the excess magic building up inside. Sid has what seems like never ending energy to convert into magic.

“You try?” Evgeni asks one night they’ve snuck off together.

The prince likes his tea immensely sweet with honey and sugar – sometimes with a little spoonful of jam. It makes Evgeni beam with pride whenever Sid tries one of his concoctions.

Sidney accepts the cup warily, feeling the ceramic warm his hands. Today Evgeni pulled Sid into the woods far away on off trail path where Gonchar and Ilya can’t find them. It’s just them to have a private moment, curled on a blanket on top the snow, the sun setting in the distance.

The tea isn’t bad but the nose twitch Sidney has must give him away.

“More for me then,” Evgeni notes gleefully. He noses at Sidney’s temple, leaving a quick kiss behind before slipping the cup from Sid’s hands.

Their little date in the forest turns into Sidney and Evgeni alternating feeding each other desserts Evgeni snuck out from the kitchens. Sidney tries to conjure more with magic but apparently knowing all the ingredients is important because the cookies taste bland and he can’t even bring himself to finish the cheesecake.

Neither Gonchar or Ilya appear to put an end to their date. Instead, the sun decides that for them. Sid shivers from the cold, prepared to spell the chill away but Evgeni is already wrapping him in the blanket they were sitting on. It’s a bit damp from the snow but his prince means well so he smiles. What he doesn’t expect is for his prince to begin unbuttoning his coat in the middle of the forest.

Then his shirt, followed by his pants.

Perhaps a bit dramatically, Sid eyes his betrothed’s chest in slight awe. As the pants begin to come off, he looks away, only holding out his hands as instructed as the rest of the warm clothes are given to him. A wet nose nudges his arm Sid looks back to see that Evgeni is a bear.

Sid blushes at the chivalry and allows his fiancé to escort him back to the castle.

Evgeni nips at the picnic basket until Sid finally puts it on his back. He doesn’t even notice that Sid levitates it the entire time using his magic.

Evgeni bakes Sid something called a pirozhki and instead of taking another off the cooling rack for himself, he leans into Sid’s space and takes his breath away with a long kiss.

“Tastes good,” the prince determines, licking his bottom lip casually, as if his tongue wasn’t just in Sid’s mouth.

“Yeah,” Sid replies dazedly.

His prince is going to kill him. He might just die before their wedding night.

Gentlemanly is the only word Sid can remember as Evgeni rolls on top of Sidney, ruining their snow angels just so they can kiss again and again. The prince holds his hand, their fingers tangled together pressed into the ground on either side of Sid’s head. With admirable strength, Evgeni holds himself up as to not crush Sid under his weight.

He likes when they do this. Everything remains above the waist, as frustrating as it is, with the occasional subtle grinding Sid can sneak in. He’s come to realize – with some help from Denis, not that Sid would ever admit he’s that oblivious – that Prince Evgeni is quite gone on him. He’s starting to realize he has a bit of power in batting his eyelashes or curling his palm on the center of the man’s chest while requesting something.

Now this, with the prince holding him close, he can’t help but ask his prince for more.

The man growls sounding animal like but Sid only bares his throat, hitches his thighs farther up the prince’s torso to keep their bodies close together.

Sid honestly isn’t sure what he’s asking for more of. He just wants this man.

After another half hour of kissing and rubbing bodies together until they’re both sore and embarrassingly wet in their breeches, Sid learns what a hickey is. They’re pretty great.

#myfic #sidgeno #hockey rpf #royalty au #habs game going on and it's tense #stop letting the ducks have a pp

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chetbakeralmostblue · 2 years

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do you all ever read hockey rpf and it's some au in which the team exists but most of the players aren't players in the fic and you're trying to focus on the story but really you're thinking god if none of these guys are playing then who tf is on the top pp unit

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alltherecs · 6 years

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Danny Briere/Claude Giroux | 5,987 words | Complete | GA | AO3 | 🔒

Tags | Danny Briere, Claude Giroux, Sidney Crosby, Evgeni Malkin, Kris Letang, Marc-Andre Fleury, Future Fic

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feuqueerfire · 2 years

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What should someone be doing when they're drowning in end-of-semester schoolwork?

Watch random GMMTV actors in variety shows, of course.

Conclusion at the beginning: Boy, I sure do hope there are OffTayGun fics on AO3 and it's not just tumbleweeds.

รักหลับกับออฟกัน Special | ล้วงลับ 10 คำถามเดาใจ กับ “โอม-นนน” || OffGun Fun Night with OhmNanon

This was fun and cute, they were dressed like sea creatures. This is where the Ohm being a BL veteran screenshots came from.

กระหายเล่า EP.21 | จะเกิดอะไรขึ้น! เมื่อ 2 ตัวเอ้สายแฟชั่นมาเจอกัน || Tay's Show with guests PP and Gun

Ngl, I didn't watch much of this. I just wanted to see some interactions between the 3 of them but I don't care about the actual topic. The three of them are cute together though.

อะไรจะเกิด ! เมื่อ กัน เต เจนนี่ มาอยู่บ้านเดียวกัน 24 ชั่วโมง | Let’s play Lay’s 24 Hrs. EP.1 || Gun, Jennie, and Tay stay in a house for 24 hours

This was released just 4 days ago and it was so fun! I liked GunTay's dynamic from the few clips I've seen and that's what I was most looking forward to in this one but Jennie being there made it even better, she's great.

Also, watching Tay's pretty smile after a long while reminded me I quite like his face lol. I wanna watch something else with him soon maybe. 3WBF? Jennie's in that too, right?

Apparently, this is just part 1 but idk if I'll watch Part 2 when it comes out lol I'll probably have forgotten, no?

เฟรนด์ขับ presented by Nissan Almera [EP.8] | ออฟ&เต ชวนกัน-อรรถพันธ์ กิน เที่ยวและทำบรา... || Off, Tay, and Gun explore the area where OffTay went to high school + they bake brownies

Tay whining to Gun all "Please, can I get that?" and grabbing his hand about getting some sprinkles to put on the brownies... psychic damage fr. Not to get all RPF but to get all RPF, GunTay is so good.

Actually, as a lover of polyam RPF, OffTayGun is so good. Off being like "I don't know what my role is here, I'm just carrying all the ingredients while the other two carry nothing" umm good ass dynamic if you think about it. + Off just saying puns and Tay laughing his ass off.

I wonder if these 3 have more videos together.

Also, they bough roti but it's interesting because it's not like roti we eat at home. I guess it's like a Thai version of roti?

Watching them bake together is giving me severe brain damage, is there fic I can read?

#feu rambles #tracking #general bl #gun atthaphan #tay tawan #offgun #the youtube comments on the offtaygun video calling gun mom off dad and tay son klsjfsdf read the text correctly please #anyway rpf is more fun if it's less pushed/hinted to be real #update: couldn't find offtaygun fic on ao3 that's acc them and not taynew or offgun in disguise

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theredwritingwitch · 2 years

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Scarcity of Thieves- Part Two

Pairing: The thief x OFC, Both characters are based off of Chilean folklore, Thief is named Pedro but this is not RPF

Summary: The thief finally catches up to his little bird as they go for a tiring ride down the city.

Word Count: 5495

Warnings: lots of stealing, nudity, virginal sex, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), stalker (for a bit), exhibitionism, semi public sex (in a cable car at dead of night), one slap to the clit

Ratings: Explicit

Part One - Part Three

It was the warm Chilean nights that he never got over. They rolled off the ocean and smothered up to the mountains like lazy lovers resting after an afternoon of affectionate and captivating sex. The heavy sea breeze huffed against the mountains like lovers sharing their breaths, unwilling to part and unable to breathe. Nights like those lingered longer. They were the nights people loved to dance away. Nights where people wandered all about the city, languid in their stride and thoughts. Busy nights to unwind and busier nights for those with an inclination to pilfer.

The thief’s hands weren’t itching tonight. He wasn’t in the mood for the conversation that was rolling around him at the garden party at an art dealer’s exhibit. He wasn’t up for the normal plan of break in, take your prize, and get out. He was on the hunt for something he had never caught before, precisely someone he was having trouble catching. His eyes darted around the streets for his golden gal. He had seen her here and there, around corners and across halls, in gilded ballrooms and posh pool parties; yet he was never able to keep up with her. She glowed in her gilded outfits as his own personal beacon, but he was never able to really have a real moment with her. Aurelia never seemed to notice the thief, they danced through alleyways, weaved through crowds of people, and ran in and out of locked doors. But the two never got another chance to be alone together, they had gotten close on occasions, but never close enough. The thief felt engrossed in this long-distance dance, but he was starting to get annoyed.

He couldn’t stop thinking about her. How she floated and swayed. How she flew in and out of windows and down streets. How she was just illuminated. He had gone over the scene in his mind over and over again, remembering that tiny dazzling diamond crunched and swallowed down her throat. Even the warmth of her brightening light still tingled on his face after her snack. He felt starstruck in a way but not completely frozen then. More so he was interested in getting to know her better. Maybe take her out dancing, see those hips move under his hands. Or perhaps take her to a local jewelry shop for a bite to eat. Maybe she would like to eat emeralds? She didn’t touch the rubies from the necklace from the tycoon’s estate, so maybe she would be interested in some emeralds instead. The thief eyed some sapphire earrings glittering past him as he ran his finger up the golden feather that he had pinned to his suit. He hoped to see some shimmer of light tonight.

Two of the frames were decorated with real gold, many of the others were painted in a fake gold. Aurelia floated between the hedges and flowers, looking over art after art. Well, more accurately, she was looking at the frames around the art. Hunger was eating away at her. Some of the twinkling gems tucked around people’s necks and fingers looked appetizing, yet harder to acquire. She glanced around the exhibit, people were pilfering in and out of the gallery to the garden where more propped-up art were on display amongst the winding bushes and flowers of the garden. Small chatter sifted through the gallery with the night breeze. A light string quartet paired with the chatter. The night was lovely, and people were having a good time, but Aurelia’s stomach was growling.

She was starving for a beautiful antique frame that shone around an equally beautiful painting of the Andes Mountain range. Aurelia was salivating at the thought of making several meals out of the frame; the question was how to get ahold of it without drawing attention. She glanced around the area, eyeing the couple walking to another exhibit. A small group was gathered in a nearby patio area arranged between several art pieces. Many other pairings of people mingled here and there between exhibits. The timing had to be right, it had to be quick and without pause.

A flash of color moving quickly through the gallery caught her eye. She wondered if her friend from many nights ago was around. She had seen him, just briefly, at the playboy’s pool party a week ago and she had felt his presence at other events. There were stolen glances from across rooms. Murmured words were traded as one intimate dance was shared. She even felt the brief touch of her hair being pulled. Small offerings of diamonds, pearls, and garnets were found in her purse and pockets. She ate each one with delight, even if she knew she needed to stay clear of the cunning trickster. But part of her wondered what it would be like to be fed straight from his swift hands. She wondered what stories they could trade that no one else had heard of, what loves they could share that no one remembered anymore, what lives they could part with that would be only theirs. She even wondered if he knew other old souls such as the two of them, or maybe that was a question to never ask a myth man of tricks and cons. As she traveled through parties and about the city, she had looked deep into the shadows, eyeing them with suspicion that some merry thief lurked and observed her from inside. But whenever she sensed eyes on her, she flew faster than he could maneuver. When she felt a whiff of a touch, she glided out of his reach. And when he taunted her, she only glistened brightly at him.

A large crash and shatter was heard from inside the gallery that turned the heads of all the guests in the garden. Several walked past Aurelia to the gallery, curious to the gasps that were circulating the growing crowd. Taking a few steps to observe the distraction only momentarily, she then pounced onto the painting. Holding the art in hand, Aurelia briskly walked through the garden, away from the gallery, and towards the exit. Winding her way through the bushes and planters, she flipped the art over and unhinged the painting from the frame. Throwing the painting off to the side, she licked her lips as she broke off one of the golden fasteners and popped it into her mouth.

Turning the corner and flying out of the garden, her shine illuminated from a dim twinkle to a timid beacon. Only someone with a keen eye and quick steps could find and keep up with her, which was a good thing Pedro had met a top tier fútbol player the other day. He felt a little bad for taking the man’s athletic ability but less so for taking his gold medals. He held the pocketed gold in his breast pocket, keeping it near for a peace offering. He also felt bad for shattering the large glass sculpture inside the gallery, maybe he would give a donation to the gallery later…once he catched a particular birdie.

Currently his pajarito was flying with her latest meal. Pedro followed her metallic gold dress swirl with every twist and turn of her winding exit. The gilded sweetheart dress taunted him to follow. But it was her sweet, small, and serenading light that brought him to starting his undeniable obsession. Of all the trophies, collections, and treasures that the thief had stored at his estate, none thrilled him or enthralled him like this pajarito.

Alerted by the shine of Aurelia’s dress, the thief took off after her. Zipping down the streets and turning into an alleyway, Pedro jogged after her. He kept up his pace as best as he could, keeping his keen eyes on the dim glow ahead of him. Tonight, she was quicker than he had ever seen her. She hardly slowed down her pace as she glided down one of the roughly paced back alleys in her high heels. She jumped from alley to alley, finding her way to a private yard, guarded with an iron fence. Aurelia easily leaped to the top of the fence and swung her body over, hitting the ground with little impact and flying up a staircase. Pedro decided he should steal a pair of new lungs as he climbed the fence himself. Rushing up the stairs and taking a moment to hide behind a wall before his pajarito saw him as she jumped another fence. Mimicking her movement, Pedro followed her up the street, climbing up the city’s elevation. For a moment the thief considered that Aurelia could be leading him to a dead end where he would end up just watching her fly off one of the higher points of the city where there was a station for air line cable cars. He considered his options on how he could learn to fly as he ducked into the shadows as the sight of another dark figure came into view.

The station was empty as Aurelia bounced over the ticket barrier and up the stairs. She paced back and forth, from the window and to the waiting area to step onto a cable car. The night was cooling down and the large open side of the station, where cable cars came in and out, let a big gust of wind into the station. She clutched the gilded frame close to her as she heard the tiny echoes of footfalls. The hair on the back of her neck stood up as she paused a millisecond and continued on pacing back and forth in the station waiting for the cable car to arrive.

Swaying slightly with the wind and grinding to the terminal, the cable car moved closer and closer to stopping at the station just as an unnerving feeling crept closer to Aurelia’s shine. A tiny ding of metal hitting metal made Aurelia jump and quickly fly threw the station to the other side. She was no fighter, but she was good with flight. She bounded down the exit stairs as she heard heavy steps chasing after her. Now outside of the station, Aurelia turned and looked for who was following her. Upon seeing not a soul, she relied on her old instinct: lead and then deceive.

Eyeing the cable car, she noted she was short on time and was on the move. Swiftly she took to flying down the block and through an alley. She didn’t have time to go around the whole bloc and lose her stalker, but she was fast enough to make it to the cable car with this shortcut. Without glancing back, but still hearing the heavy footfalls of her follower, Aurelia continued on through the alley back to the station. She caught a glance of the cable car entering the station and picked up her speed, her glimmering glow trailing behind her. Gliding up the stairs again and over the ticket barrier and to the platform. The cable car was already on the far side of the station, close to exiting. Aurelia paused for a few seconds to eat a large chunk of her golden frame. Now letting the metal sink into her stomach, her aurora intensified to a blinding glow. Now that her hunger was sated, and giving her stalker time to catch up, she quickly neared the open side of the platform, waiting to time her jump.

Aurelia looked on to the city of Santiago below her, letting the breeze ruffle her glowing hair and metallic dress. Her eyes roamed the city under her as they fell upon the cable car. Instinctively, her feet instantly carried her over the rails of the cable car to the other side just as a slim and greased looking hand narrowly missed her arm. She leaped over to the far side of the platform and moved around to the cable car’s still open doors where she glided through the doors just before they closed. The cable car lifted up off the ground rails and into the sky as Aurelia took a glimpse out the windows seeing a small rough man tumbling down the hillside. She sighed out and looked down at the golden frame still in her hands, cooing over how the frame gleamed back at her own glow.

“Almost thought you weren’t going to make it, pajarito.” A smooth and husky voice cut Aurelia’s attention away from her meal.

A grin spread over her face, “Worried about me? I was worried about you. It took you long enough to get some alone time with me.” She turned from the doors to see Pedro sitting on a bench. He was leisurely stretched out on the seat, arm hung over the back and his leg propped up on the other. The thief squinted at her blinding light as his free hand extended to the bench opposite of his, an invitation to join him.

“It’s a lovely night to take in the sites, might as well join me,” a small smirk rose on his face. Any other person, Aurelia would be prying the doors open and flying down the city to get away, but this man wasn’t like anyone else. That devilish yet familiar smirk reeled her in, as you took her place across from him.

The cable car swung only slightly with its steady descent down. Clouds blanketed parts of the sky, hiding the moon away for a moment from the lights of the city. Only pockets of stars sung out, weaving their way down. Twinkling like stars, the lights waved and blinked up at the luminous cable car. All the other cable cars swung and glided through the air with dim interiors while one flew in the dark night as a beacon descending to the city. Aurelia radiated to the world all around them, yet there was a slight shadow cast by the thief before her. She pulled herself back into the seat as she raised her arms and rested them on top of her bench seat.

“You know this is always the best time to take in the city. From here, you can see where the land ends.” Pedro looked wistfully out the window, “Feels like we’re on our own little island up here.”

“And with such fine company,” Aurelia cooed.

The thief looked over her, slowly taking in her bare legs that had a light sheen to them. Her dress fell slowly around her thighs as her leg slightly moved to the light beat of the music playing in the cable car. The dress she wore dazzled amongst the darkened interior as the luster of her hair was begging to be touched and caressed. The thief couldn’t even take his dark chocolate eyes off the shimmering eyes of his pajarito. He leaned forward as the desire in him to take his glowing gem in hand simmered in him.

“I’m glad to have such fine company as well. I was wondering when you were going to ditch that fool down the hill.”

“Just decided to give him a run for his money. You didn’t want to help? Isn’t that your normal job? Teach old fools lessons?”

Pedro smiled as his eyes danced over her, “I was certain you would handle it well. Is that what you normally do? An old bait and switch”

“You know me so well, don’t you?” a salacious smile graced her face.

“I know you shine brighter than any gem I’ve collected. You’re more graceful than even myself. Quieter, perhaps.”

“Bigger appetite?”

“Now I would never make a comment on another’s appetite,” Pedro smirked as he brought out the gold medal from his pocket and dangled in the air.

Aurelia’s eyes flared at the site of the pure gold medal. She bit her lip to the thief, “First a beautiful night ride and now a midnight dessert. You’re spoiling me.”

“No, I think you’ll be spoiling me.”

She looked at the thief as his hands went over the engravings of the medal. He leaned back in his seat as she leaned towards him, “But you haven’t followed me to my treasure or my entierrros.” She clutched her antique gold frame closely.

“Pajarito, I don’t need your entierros. I’ve already got quite a treasure trove.”

“Are you going to collect me as well?”

“No, I’ll worship you.” He brought his eyes up from the medal and gazed straight into her’s. A gentle yet smug smile enriched his face. His eyes swirled with darkness with small twinkles of Aurelia’s glow. The soft breeze coming into the cable car tousled his hair only slightly. The dark gray suit he wore looked slick and held him tightly, his shoulders looked like they could use a break from the trim suit. His large hands continued rolling the medal over and over again as he didn’t dare break his stare from her.

Aurelia didn’t want it to break either as she slowly stood up and leaned forward. She braced her hands on Pedro’s shoulders and gently pushed him further into the seat. Lifting her legs on either side of his lap, situating herself lower so she straddled him, she continued to keep his overwhelming eyes on her beaming ones. She felt consumed by the thick fog that seemed to swirl in his irises, one she couldn’t see through but wanted to dive in.

Feeling the heat of each other's breaths, Pedro waited to see what she would do next. He wondered if he was the first man to have such a tempting treasure in their lap. His hands settled on her hips and slowly rolled over the curves of her thighs, hooking his thumbs to the inside of her legs. He bunched up the material of her dress as his hands rhythmically went back up to her hips and continued on to her torso, resting just under her heavily rising breasts. He paused his movement; waiting, as their breaths mingled, for her to make the next move.

She raised her eyebrows with a smirk that made him chuckle as it was now finally clear to the both of them what they were wanting now. Without a beat, lips smashed together as hands anchored bodies closer to each other. Aurelia buried one hand in the soft waves of the thief’s hair as her other hand clamped around his shoulders, sloppily tugging his jacket off with little success. Pedro’s large hands roamed her back until one finally found its home holding her butt, lifting her lightly for a need to be closer. The other hand snaked up her back to her neck where he caught her in a firm hold. He craned her neck away from him, lusting as she whined from the loss of heated lips. His own found their way to her shimmering neck, ghosting praises over and over again over her heated pulse.

“You’re as sweet as I thought you would be pajarito.”

Pedro wanted to praise her more but was stopped short when a tug came to his head from his pajarito’s nimble hands. His eyes opened up to a simmering pair of eyes that made him curse.

“Do you think others will see us up here,” Aurelia huffed out when she realized the cable car ride was becoming closer to the station at the bottom of the hill.

“I hope they do, then they’ll know I got the prettiest treasure to myself.”

Aurelia giggled as her teeth slowly scraped against Pedro’s jaw, “If we let them see us, then maybe we should also let them hear us.” She arched an eyebrow at him.

The thief knew an opportunity when one was presented. He surged forward with his pajarito in his arms, and as she squealed to the air, he shifted her down to the floor. Stripping off his jacket, Aurelia ripped open his shirt, leaning forward to kiss the slopes of his body that lovingly match the slopes surrounding their cable car. He didn’t let her kiss him too long before he was starving for her. He pushed her back to the ground with his mouth and teeth capturing hers.

Large hands ran over her thighs, pushing her metallic dress up and over her head, and threw it to a corner of the car. His lips found their way to her bare breasts, kissing and licking at her nipples, pushing out her moans, as his fingers traced the line of her lace underwear. Circling and lingering on the lace until her hips bucked up, Pedro finally pulled the lace off and swept through her heated lips. His patience was far gone now as he ran two large fingers up and down her lips, landing on her flaming clit. He slid the small pearl between his two fingers, stroking her in time with her shifting hips. His rough calloused hands slid over the bundle and down to her soaking hole, where they immediately entered. The thief didn’t wait a heartbeat to hear his pajarito’s moans erupt from within her covered and busy mouth. Pedro’s own tongue was too busy stroking and exploring every crevice of her neck and upper body that it could.

Under Pedro’s constant and relentless attention, it didn’t take long for a harsh heat of eruption to build in Aurelia’s core. Pedro continued to stroke his fingers in and out of her, he was desperate for her moans as she was desperate for his touch. He nipped at her jaw and nuzzled at her ear, whispering praises against her skin.

“Can you cum for me? Can you give me that sweet treat, pajarito?”

She babbled out whimpers as he added a third finger to his plundering. Circling her clit with his thumb and stilling his three fingers inside her core, the blunt and rough tips of his fingers stroked the inside of her walls. She quivered at him as she clutched him further into her.

“Can you let me see at least one, will you let me see you?” he nipped at her pulse point.

“If— I give you— one,” she moaned brokenly as she tucked her head into his neck. “Then you're going to want— more.” Pedro felt her smile against his neck.

“I want everything you have sweet one.” He stated, keeping his thumb pressed firmly against her clit and as his fingers stroked her in the perfect way. She screamed out his name, letting any passers around the area know the going ons of their cable car. Aurelia gasped for air and grasped at his shoulders, just as her cunt grasped at his fingers. Pedro watched her with rapt interest as she flew over the edge, seeing her aurora flicker and twinkle. After this cable car ride, he swore he would never let his beautiful light out of his grasp again. Aurelia swore she never saw the stars as she did then. She had always shone so bright herself, blinding anyone who dared follow her. But tonight, she saw how bright the rest of the world was; how alluring her thief was and how she needed to see those stars again.

“More?” she begged with her face scrunched up as if she was sad to only give one orgasm to the thief. He huffed and slowly slid his fingers out of her. He licked and sucked his fingers one by one with his eyes closed in delight. Aurelia squirmed under him. He popped the last finger out of his mouth and smiled down at her. He was amused that she was the one asking for more when he felt like he should be the one begging for another from her. He decided he would still.

“Pajarito, I’m asking you for more of your sweetness. Can I make you cum again, this time with my mouth?’ his eyes pleaded with her as he slid further down her body, nuzzling his nose to her belly, kissing her crotch and thighs. Leaving a streak on her thigh as he licked a long mark on her with his tongue. He quickly nipped her closely to her wet and wanting heat.

She bucked up to his bite and opened her legs wide for him. Raking her hands through his lush brown waves, she felt the wet flick of his tongue against her reddening clit. He hummed as her nails dug into his curls as she gasped as his lips sucked her pearl. His arms hooked under her shining thighs, lifting her slightly as his own hips bruised against the floor of the cable car.

Aurelia didn’t dare to look down at the man between her legs. She didn’t dare see the movement of the thief who was buried in her wet curls, now taking in her juices. She wouldn’t stare at the shadow that had followed her all over Santiago, who was finally getting what he wanted, who was giving her what she wanted as his hand reached around to her familiar clit again. She cried out as those deft fingers found their rhythm again. Crying out to the moan that reverberated against her folds from the thief drinking her in. Instead, she smiled with her mouth fully open as she looked up through the roof of the cable car. The sides of the car were all windows and so was the ceiling; she observed the stars looking down at her in all her wanton freedom. Aurelia sore they shone brightly at her; it had been so long since the last time she took the stars in. There were so many for her to view, so many to view all of her. She gasped and clutched the thief’s head harder as tongue felt its way into her. She fluttered and sputtered out praises to her thief.

“Please, please, please don’t stop. I need— need more— pícaro.”

Pedro hummed in response as his movement stayed the same, but he opened his eyes to devour her own. He quickly changed his plan, moving his lips back on her swollen clit and his fingers working inside her once again. His pajarito cried in delight, looking down to the thief’s eyes as she was surprised at the change in action and pace.

Aurelia cursed herself for looking down at him. She averted her gaze back to the stars overhead, to the fogging glass closing around them, to the steady bump of her thief's grinding hips. She wondered if he would be bruised by the end of this, if maybe she would be barren on the inside from the thief’s determined thirst, she also wondered what stars tasted like. Maybe she could convince the thief to steal one for her?

She couldn’t help herself. She grinned up at the sky as she mumbled, “I know— the people on the street can hear us— but pícaro— I want the stars to know your name.”

Instantly Aurelia felt an emptiness in her cunt followed by a quick slap to her heated wet lips. She screamed out in pleasure and surprise as her vision of the stars collided with an intense white heat. Everything blurred as she sat up and curled up to Pedro, unknowingly pushing his head into her wet curls. She cried out his name again when he filled her up with his tongue and relentless mouth. He held her to him longer than she could stand, so much so that when he finally released her, they both noticed that they had passed the station at the bottom of the hill and were now leaving to go back to the station they had originally left.

“Well another round of the cable car means another round with you.” Pedro spoke as he ditched the rest of his clothes and crawled on top of her. He watched once again as her splendid light dwindled. Their cable car was still brighter than the rest of the cars, just now glowing with a light smothered by fog.

Aurelia laughed and surged forward to meet his lips with her own. She tasted her own sweetness in him. He grinded his leaking cock against her as she tasted her own salty taste. Pedro had never eaten a gem before, nor had he digested gold, silver, or copper. He wondered if jewels tasted as she did, he might have to change his own diet if that was the case. But he didn’t have time to ponder when his sweet pajarito was pushing him against the walled window and mounted him.

“More again?” she pleaded to Pedro. Her nails racked over his bare shoulders and down his chest, past his perked nipples.

He sucked in a breath and nodded, “I’ll always be greedy for you.” He wrapped and buried a hand in her hair, bringing her to his now plush lips. He patted her ass enough for her to lift up as he grabbed his thick cock and guided it into her waiting heat. They both moaned in unison as he pushed past her lips and further into a tight core. She sank down in a fluid motion, so well taken care of by his past need to drench her. Pedro wrapped his arms around her as she was finally fully seated and fully filled. Her tight walls fluttered around him, making him savor the heat and constraining desire. He bucked up fast and heavy into her with her first rise and fall of her hips. Crying out to the dark night all around the cable car, Aurelia could only hold on as she took in thrust after thrust of Pedro's never-ending need. He chased a new desire of his own release just as he chased the need for her third release.

“Gotta ask— need one more— one more sweet cry from you— can you give me one more?”

“Yes— I’ll give you— whatever you want,” she nodded and huffed out with her eyes closed.

“Want you— want you to cum pajarito.”

He helped lift her up and down on his cock, feeling the cable car shift with each thrust, seeing their breaths cloud the window. Soon outsiders would not be able to see what they were up to. He continued rocking into her, one hand clutched to her ass and the other clutched to her head, buried in her hair. She sobbed out to the blurred city lights below them. Flashes of car lights and glows of buildings waved to Pedro as he pushed and groaned into her delicious heat. Shadows that bounced off buildings and stirred through the alleys below, gaped at their occupied car. He listened to the echoes of the city drown away in the echoes of his own grunts and his pajarito’s cooing. Pedro sucked and bit into the skin of Aurelia’s neck as she quietly cried over the edge again. He didn’t relinquish his hold on her as he chased his own fall off the edge. Closing his eyes and burying his head into her lustrous hair, he released and pulsed inside her. His own moan echoed in the cable car as it neared the station they had first started at.

Pedro continued to hold her as he stirred inside her. Both of the sweaty and tired lovers didn’t even look up when the car rounded through the station and stopped as it usually did. The doors opened, but neither nocturnal creature lifted from their hold of each other. The cold night breeze entered and freed their car of its musky smell. Aurelia shivered causing Pedro to lift his head and look over her. She shone like a child’s night light now, so calm and relaxed in his embrace. The shadows smothered her glow while she encapsulated him as well. She smiled and stroked his cheek, regarding him in fully glossy eyes.

“You’ve been after me for a while now.”

“You’re a hard bird to catch,” the thief stroked her back, causing a hum to emit into the rolling cable car that was again on its way down the slope.

“And now that you’ve got me?”

“Do I? Does it count as a catch when supposed catcher has sex with an alicanto?”

“It could. Maybe I’ll bend the rules for you.” She rubbed her nose against his.

“Well then, maybe we could see about bending those rules back at my estate.”

“Feels like a trap to me,” she giggled.

“No trap, just two old souls connecting.”

“Over gold, gems, and riches?”

Pedro shrugged, “Creatures of habit aren’t we.”

“Only in the right way.”

“Just don’t eat all my riches. I’ve got wine instead.”

“Wine will do but…” Aurelia bit her lip and looked around the car.

Pedro grabbed at his suit jacket and fumbled around. Producing the gold medal from earlier, he brought it forth to Aurelia. An exchange to be made for his pajarito.

“If the wine isn’t good enough, don’t say I’m not a good host,” Pedro quipped as he hung the medal around her neck, leaning in and nuzzling behind her ear as her giggle echoed through the beaming cable car.

Part Three

Pajarito- little bird

Entierro- burrows/buried legendary treasures

Pícaro- rouge

Pedro Urdemales- fictional character in Latin American folklore that typifies the rogue, rascal, or trickster.

#The Thief #The thief x ofc #Casillero del Diablo #fanfiction #SoT

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