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sukirichi · 3 years

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overtime

You let your boyfriend release stress from working overtime.

REQUEST. med! student au / doctor! au + forbidden relationship + praising kink + dacryphilia

CONTENT/WARNINGS. praising kink, dacryphilia, face fucking, huge age gap (Nanami is like 20 years older), mentions of gloomy atmospheres expected of medical centres, gagging, mentions of previous lovemaking sessions

NOTES. ah thank you for this request anon, i’m really in love with the whole med student / doctor au ingredient cuz well...it’s sorta self-indulgent. i hope you liked this as much as i did!

The familiar stingy aroma of disinfectant looms at every corner of the wall, pressing down beneath your scrubs and deep into your scrubs. You find it ironic that the walls are always so white, barely any colour to surround the entire building. Growing up, you believe that white represents tranquillity, silence, and serenity – which is the exact opposite of what university hospitals really are.

You’re no stranger to the pained moans echoing at the ends of the hall, the sight of children with sunken cheeks playing with a cannula almost too painful to look at.

The clock above the front desks reads that it’s a little past four in the morning, and you’re beyond weary. You’ve grown used to just being high off caffeine and being satisfied with quick ten minute naps before you’re summoned again. People always ask you, why choose this profession? You could make as much money without having to be this tired, to which you always respond with a frown, claiming that it’s never about the money and actual working professionals are a lot more exhausted than you are, yet not once have they complained.

They do have their days though, and it just so happens that it’s one of your superior’s days as he tugs at your wrist, dragging you inside the nearest empty room before soft lips dive down to capture yours.

You don’t have to open your eyes to know it’s him.

You’ve fooled around long enough with your superior to know it’s his scent washing over yours, that all too familiar tent growing in his pants pressing between your legs and bumping your core as a silent promise of what’s to come next. A stuttered, breathy moan immediately greets his ears when he pins your arms overhead, his lips falling into the sweet column of your neck.

It’s clear that this is wrong – both of you know this – but the pleasure and need to relieve stress in such an overwhelming environment clouds both your consciousness that neither parties pull away.

Your relationship with him started off with just curiosity.

Doctor Nanami is a well accomplished man, earning beyond money and titles in his twenty years of service in the field. He knows he looks good, knows he’s irresistible every time he comes in front of the class, looking equally dashing in either a nude suit or in white coats. Someone of his age and experience definitely is no fool to the way his bright eyed student’s gaze lingers over his lips as she stays behind in class to ask about something she doesn’t get far longer than should be necessary.

He’s an expert at the human body more than anything else – Nanami knows lust when he sees one.

And he’s always been such a kind, concerned doctor who only wants everyone to feel better that how could he say no to you, especially when you’re only so eager to suck him off under the table, getting off to the fact your pretty lips are wrapped around his thick and veiny cock?

What once starts off as a mutual agreement to use each other for pleasure while still keeping the faux professionalism to not lose face, something shifts during the stolen kisses during break times and heated touches as promises of I’ll see you later after overtimes. Private tutoring sessions turns into moments of reminiscing childhoods, hands splayed all over his chest while he tucks you in his arms, mumbling something about always have wanting to be his own version of a hero.

Things move faster than both of you realize, the titles dropped and replaced with sweethearts and good morning sir topped with a sweet, intimate smile that only he could ever know the meaning of.

It’s simple, longing, and definitely unprofessional, even more so when Nanami pushes you down on the floor, eager hands unbuckling his belt to spring his cock free. Your mouth salivates at the red pulsing tip already leaking with pre-cum, your tiny hands on its way to wrap itself around his base when Nanami takes matters into his own hands and slips his cock through your lips in one thrust.

Your back hits the wall and your eyes spring with tears, gurgled sounds of Nanami fucking down your throat lewd and dirty in the empty room. He sighs, chest panting and hands cradling your head. “You feel so good, sweetheart,” he praises, bucking his hips further inside. “Don’t know what I’d do without you here, always so ready to make me feel good.”

The moan you let out vibrates around his cock, fuelling his desire intensely.

Nanami has always been gentle with you; as a man who values time over anything else, he likes to savour each second he has with you, slow, rough hands running up and down the curve of your spine before he flicks his tongue deep within your pussy, wanting to make you cum countless times before he makes love to you. Had you both been home, he’d cradle your face and stare deep into your eyes as he fucks you, sweat tinged from the slight burrow of his brows as he commands, “Look at me. Look at me when I’m fucking you, angel.”

And you being you, you’ll remain submissive to the pleasure he’s more than glad to give you, leg wrapping around his waist all to feel the way he’s hitting deep inside your sopping cunt.

He’s impatient this time around, and you can’t blame him. You’ve barely seen each other from hours of working overtime, with you staying up late to study for finals and him barely leaving the operating rooms. You gladly let him use you like this just as he’s allowed you to cum multiple times before despite his clear order to hold back, but Nanami is a soft man at heart, unable to resist his precious lover when you’re trembling around him like that.

Nanami places a palm at the back of your head to prevent you getting fucked into the wall, his pace not slowing down a bit. He gazes at you under his lashes, cheeks hollowed and drool dribbling from the edges of your lips.

He finds you utterly filthy, a complete contrast to the well-put med-student who’s always admired and looked up to by their peers. Nanami groans as his tip hits the back of your throat, your nose pressing down on the neatly trimmed blond hairs brushed on his base. You gag around him, the tears crystallizing your cheeks. Filthy, yet still so pretty his little angel is, and for a moment, Nanami pauses, captivated by your beauty.

His cock is still pulsing inside your mouth, a thumb running across your tears to wipe them away. Nanami grabs your chin to tilt your head up, and he swears he could cum right then and there. You’re kneeling on the bleached floors, eyes wide with a tinge of innocence, tears collected in your lashes and cheeks sucked to take him in deep.

“Always so pretty for me, angel,” he coos, sliding his drenched cock out your mouth gruesomely slow, stopping only with the tip in. “Is my cock making you cry? You’ve taken me before, angel, this isn’t difficult for you now, is it?”

You hum around his cock as a response, and Nanami bucks into your mouth by accident, causing his length to slip past your walls until he’s right at your throat.

He’s big and long, his dick always having been a blessing to the both of you, but at this time, it feels more like a curse. Drips of cum paints the back of your mouth but you only grip your thigh harder, ignoring the painful throbbing of your cunt that’s so needy for him already. You remind yourself not to be selfish and focus on him instead, to your precious superior who needs you to help get his mind off things.

Eager to be of service as always, you swipe your tongue all over the ridges of his cock, making sure to press the wet muscle harder on the prominent veins. Nanami throws his head back to moan, his nails gently scraping your scalp with each thrust.

It’s hard to tell who’s setting the pace, but it becomes clear as you kneel there motionlessly, squeezing his ass instead while he relentlessly fucks your mouth. His groans are growing louder, breaths falling out of rhythm with each passing seconds. Your eyes are shut tight as you let him abuse your throat, hitting deep inside you with each precise thrust in addition to his balls slapping your chin.

Your face is sopping wet, both from drool, tears, and his cum. You stay there like a good girl, doing your best to breathe through your nose as he throbs inside you. Nanami’s words are garbled and incomprehensible, enticed to only snap his harder when he sees your tears streaming down your face and wetting your scrubs.

His length slips past inside your mouth into an impossibly deeper angle as he tugs your hair up, his knees bent just to continuously pummel against your tonsils as if it was his own winning goal. Your cries increase in volume at the way he’s losing himself in you, forgetting to watch the back of your head before he thrusts all the way, keeping you flat and frozen gagging on his cock, nose nudged against his hairs.

Nanami’s groan is accompanied by the twitching of his cock, and he cums, thick spurts of white shooting down your throat. You try to pull yourself away from him after that, thinking that he’s satisfied, but he only grips your hair harder as a warning.

Still struggling to breathe, you swallow around his thick saliva-drenched length, the mere motion of you gulping making your walls close down on him.

Nanami grunts at the oversensitivity and he pulls out, his dick growing boneless and soft.

He’s utterly spent, your drool and his cum dripping down to the floors in audible plaps. Nanami sighs as he takes sanitary wipes from the unused desk to wipe his dick clean, while you stay on the ground, palms flat beneath you as you pant for air.

You can tell you’ll have a sore throat by tomorrow because you utterly fucked, voice growing hoarse with each failed cough. Falling back onto the wall, you close your eyes, only to snap them open again when you feel something wet and warm rubbing your skin.

Nanami is in front of you, his touch gentle and eyes soft as he cleans your face, thumb absentmindedly cradling your bottom lip.

You don’t fight back the smile that matches his. Even after everything, Nanami is still your boyfriend, someone who isn’t just a good fuck to you anymore. This is only one of the reasons you’ve fallen so madly in love with him; his effortless ability to take care of others truly meritorious of him.

He dunks them into nearest bin and kisses you flat on the lips, his large hand cupping your cheeks. You sigh into the slow kiss, enjoying what little – and fleeting – time you have with him.

Nanami pulls away with a popping sound, a lovesick smile on his usually stoic expression. It makes you feel giddy and even a little shy, forgetting the fact he just fucked your skull seconds ago, but it’s rare that he lets his guard down anywhere that isn’t the comfort and safety of his home. You’re his home though, and he kisses you one last time, the gesture telling a thousand more words than he’s ever able to.

“Thank you,” he whispers, “I promise I’ll make it up to you when we’re both home.”

You don’t stop him once he finally leaves the room, his rushed footsteps to make it back to the operating room a signal for you to get back to work too. It’s already five am when you’ve made it back to your post, but instead of feeling tired, you’re a lot more energized compared to when you first got here.

Perhaps working overtime isn’t so bad after all, not when there’s always a promise you and Nanami are never leaving the bed for the free weekend.

You’ll just have to be patient.

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starryseung · 4 years

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living with skz! han jisung + smut

chan ¦ minho ¦ changbin ¦ hyunjin ¦ jisung (will contain smut) ¦ felix ¦ seungmin ¦ jeongin

word count; 1.2k words

you and han were born best friends

like you were in your mother’s womb and became friends since then shdjsh

your parents were best friends so naturally you were too

from when you were not even a year old to now, when you attended the same college for your music study, you and Jisung always stayed together

you shared a small apartment near your college, away from home, so you always kept each other company

like right now, when jisung was sitting in your room as you worked on an assignment due tomorrow

you wore one of his white hoodies and a pair of cartoon print panties, all comfy with a warm cup of coffee he made a few minutes ago

“y/n~ pleeeaaasseee watch a movie with me :(( ”

he was whining and troubling you to watch this stupid movie with him

and you told him off every time but he wasn’t the one to listen

you were almost done with your project, but you wanted to perfect it in every way possible especially if it counted in a huge percent of your grade

noticing that you weren’t going to move from your hot seat anymore

jisung takes matters in his own hands

quite literally

he jumps off your bed and walks towards your desk, pulling back the office chair you were sitting on

he carefully but quickly places his hands on the back of your neck

and the other under your thighs

and picks you up

and drops you down

on the freakin floor

he sighs shaking his head and teasing you

“you’ve gotten quite fat, y/n, this is not going to work.”

and you just

>:(

and he looks down and looks apologetic for one second and looks like a little shit the next

he drags you to the bed and practically throws you on the bed

but your soft sheets provide you a safe fall

you feign hurt on your butt where he’d dropped you

and this dude istg

“lemme kiss so you feel better”

djshdjshd

you cuddle under the blankets

but only like friends okay >:|

and jisung is hugging your waist and resting his head on your shoulders

and you’re just sitting like a normal human being with your legs huddled up to your chest

your stomach grumbles a little loudly, and you turn to look at jisung

“popcorn? D:”

he sighs and walks out to the kitchen

murmuring “your stomach is like, this big,”

and opens his arms wide

you scoff and throw a pillow at him but that asshole escapes

after around 5-6 mins he brings in the buttery popcorn and your mouth just waters

and he plops down next to you cuddling in the same position with popcorn stuffing his cheeks

your legs are stretched out under the blanket cuz the previous position did that static tv thing

during the movie jisung mindlessly puts his hand on your thigh

a little too close to your *ahem ahem* there

who am i kidding i’ve written like 25 smut fics sdhjshd

so you instinctively shut your legs close because nothing was THIS close to your *ahem ahem* there

his hands squeezed between your thighs

and its kinda embarrassing for you to be in this position, but you can’t really tell him to take his hands away cuz it’ll be too obvious

you just stay like that praying jisung gets the message and removes his hand himself

but oh ho ho he did get the message

and guess who’s a brat

Han Jisung

plus he knows you’re kinda sensitive cuz you’ve never had sex

so when the interval starts, you try to move away to go to the bathroom to get some air

he doesn’t budge his hands

and you’re internally sweating buckets but you can’t really do anything

and he just

istg tHIS MAN

he squeezes your thighs, pushing his hands a little higher

and you let out a shaky breath because of the shiver that runs down your back

“su—sungie...” you heave, as he grazes his fingers around your panties, touching the skin around your *ahem ahem*

okayi’msorry

he licks his lips, positioning himself comfortably in front of you

you grip his waist, leaning back on the pillows near the head of the bed

jisung seemed extremely skilled when he swirled his fingers around the wet patch forming at your heat

the soft fabric touching your folds sweetly

you feel his fingers push your panties aside, slowly nudging his fingers at your folds

you inhale sharply when he slowly enters his fingers inside you, stretching you out

it feels painful, but a good kind. he was slow with his movements too, giving you time to settle with the foreign feeling

“are you okay with this?” he sighs, asking you concerned

you nod unsteadily, not trusting your voice

he pushes his finger completely, pulling out with the same pace

like mentioned, you’re extremely sensitive, it being your first time, so your sweet arousal coating his finger immediately turns him on further

he swipes his finger at your lips and you open up, sucking on his finger to taste yourself

you felt yourself getting hornier as every moment passes, and you’re left wanting him more

he hesitantly leans forward between your spread out legs, kissing you softly

tasting your sweet essence on you, he detaches his lips, smiling softly before kneeling down

he pats your pussy softly with his fingers, gliding his fingers up and down your folds

he drinks in the soft mewls and whines you let out, feeding his pride

without wasting time teasing you, he crawls forwards, attaching his lips onto your cunt, kissing the warm dripping skin

you moan aloud, satisfied with his soft lips on you

he swerves his tongue around your hole, pressing it over your clit

you jolt when he rubs his tongue up and down at your nub, overwhelmed already

“you okay?” he asks, looking hot as fuck between your legs with his lips coated with your juices and eyes blown wide

“mhmm” was all it took for him to dig in, his tongue lapping at your walls feverishly

he put his skills to good use, licking and pleasuring you as much as he could with his tongue

he licked a long strip up your folds, making you shudder violently and buck your hips up in his touch

he held your hips down, eating you out like a man starved, subconsciously rutting the bed under him

he’s convinced by your reactions you were comfortable with the pace he was moving with, so he decided to take it up a notch

he licks and sucks at your clit, simultaneously inserting a finger in your tight hole before slowly thrusting it

you feel your resolve breaking rather quickly, his actions sending you over the edge.

“sungie I— I’m gonna cum—”

and your orgasm crashes over you before you can even finish saying

jisung licks and drinks up your arousal, humming softly in content

he pulls away, both of you breathing heavily

it takes you a while to actually process everything

and you just sit there trying to catch your breath

and he’s pulling you down on the bed so you’re lying down on your back and head resting on the pile of pillows

he crawls up to your stomach and lies his head on the soft skin

like he didn’t just eat your *ahem ahem*

askjhdkjashd

you smile and drag your hands through his hair

and he smirks against his hoodie on you

rubbing his hands on your sides

you’re sitting in peaceful silence with the movie murmurs in the background bUT

he suddenly jolts up

looking down at you with shock

“wait! the food baby kicked!”

and guess who died that day

Jisung’s ps4

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tainbocuailnge · 4 years

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Couldn't be there for the stream, but congrats on finishing Nier. What did you think of it? And what game will you play next? (Maybe you already answered somewhere, if so sorry for being redundant.)

in terms of style and aesthetic the game is absolutely gorgeous. definitely one of its strongest points is the ways it uses design to reinforce its themes and provide subtle worldbuilding. the example freshest in my memory is how different hacking a2 looks from hacking anything else because she’s such an old model, but also the way the vivid colors of the regular overworld contrast with the grayscale of the bunker or the white cubes of that city where you fight adam/the tower cannon, or 9s’ fucked up memories of 2b in C and D routes using the same attacks as adam and eve’s bossfights in A and B routes. the game really leans into the strong contrast between vibrant organic shapes and washed out mechanical shapes, from the very start with the overgrown buildings of the city but also the difference between the detailed & colorful regular interface and the hacking segments consisting of straight lines & muted browns, and it will reverse that distinction at key moments to make a point. switching between different styles of video game (like the visual novel sections) is a really neat way to control the pacing of the story too

conversely i think a lot of the game’s actual playability was sacrificed for the aesthetic. hacking is really cool as concept and visually i adore the way it’s implemented but in terms of gameplay it fucking sucks. not only does it throw off the whole flow of combat but the actual gameplay of the hacking segments themselves is just frustrating as hell because it wants you to hack stronger enemies instead of fight them with 9s’ weak noodle arms but then makes specifically the stronger enemies a huge pain to hack, and if you fail at hacking you take damage anyway so in the end it’s still easier to just fight directly. stuff like the emp’s being able to seal your combat abilities or fuck up your visual processors also makes sense and enriches the game storywise, but is a huge fucking pain in the ass to deal with as someone Playing A Video Game because it means you just have to run the fuck away until the effect has worn off. switching between 9s and a2′s individual bossfights in the tower, too, is very cool conceptually but ended up being super annoying in practise because like the hacking it just disrupts the flow of combat (it was very cool when they were fighting the same enemy though)

i also feel like a lot of the fights just took way too damn long. this one might be on me since I didn’t do a lot of sidequests and thus was underleveled, but it felt like a lot of the combat was intentionally stretched out in order to pad out the game’s length. honestly i think i have a case here even with being underleveled because having to do the sidequests in order to even be strong enough to progress the main story at a reasonable pace is very much padding out the game’s length. even though it took me several dozen hours to complete the main story it still feels pretty short to me because so much of that was just dragged out bossfights. bloodborne definitely spoilt me on this point because in that one once you figure out a boss youre Done, you prove you know how to deal with it and you perform the Trick a few times and then you’re done with it but every Phucking nier automata boss was just endlessly whaling on some annoying mother fucker while i’m thinking bro just show me the next story section already. and then every other bossfight they dump lore on you WHILE you’re trying not to die and i hate that too dude i can’t fucking read and fight at the same time Don’t Call For A Meeting You Son Of A Bitch This Could Have Been A Cutscene

STORYWISE. storywise. honestly I need to rewatch some cutscenes before i can form a Real In-Depth Informed Opinion cuz we spent so much of the stream joking about horsecock that i didn’t pay enough attention to perform my true analysis no jutsu. what you’re about to read is subject to change. looking at just the progression of events in nier tomato there’s some things I don’t really understand why they happened other than ‘themes, bro’ which is not necessarily a complaint mind you because im a fate fan after all but its. hmm how do i say this. i feel like yoko taro is very much a Conceptual Writer. he’s got a strong idea of the kind of message and themes he wants to convey and then he constructs a story around that idea, but because it’s all so thematically driven the actual logistics of the story end up falling behind, like with all the above bitching about the gameplay suffering for the aesthetic. a lot of time i was like ‘no idea who i am no idea why im here all i know is im sad’ if you’re the kind of person who needs [ending EXPLAINED] videos then tomato is probably an incomprehensible robot ass simulator. speaking of robot ass I think it’s super cool that they just fuckin killed 2b actually because I absolutely did not expect that, it really puts a hard line between AB and CD routes.

it’s a very bittersweet game.... it asks “is there meaning in wanting to live when there is nothing left to live for?” and “is there meaning in wanting to protect something when there is nothing left of it to protect?” and answers with “if you want there to be, yeah” it’s about being able to die with hope in your heart as ultimate definition of humanity

ultimately it’s a very beautiful game both in visuals and emotionally and I’d recommend it to anyone whose tastes even vaguely align with mine but I don’t think I’m ever gonna actually replay it. look up story compilations on youtube at most. and it’s really such a shame because I think the way the gameplay is integrated in the story is fantastic from a thematic standpoint but it comes at the expense of the enjoyability of that gameplay so even though this is very much a Video Game Story it’s a hassle to actually consume it in video game format. [yoko taro voice] you WILL be sad about these robots and you WILL work for it

#king of asks #fefeman

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nenastrology · 3 years

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Okay so I wanna watch naruto (I read most of the manga so I’m familiar with Everything) but the first few eps feel so kid-show yknow? I know you’ve written at least one Naruto Watching Guide but any thoughts on where I should start...?

tdfk;jfas yeah i have i also watched naruto in one of the most insane ways imaginable so honestly i think there are many ways to go about it and have fun first you need to be armed with the naruto filler list https://www.animefillerlist.com/shows/naruto https://www.animefillerlist.com/shows/naruto-shippuden its especially important for shippuden which is like absolutely insane but frankly the further you get into it the harder it is to actually avoid filler like id say kazekage rescue mission (the first arc of shippuden) and kage summit (the last arc before war arc) are probably the biggest casualties of the anime severely fucking up the pacing and throwing in bizarre flashbacks and dragging shit out unnecessarily to the point they can become almost unwatchably boring because its so repetitive like even when you skip the actual filler episodes its like woven into the actually important episodes in a way that u literally cannot avoid and the flow is totally destroyed like just as warning i realize i havent even answered the question of where to start tbh i started by just getting introduced via the first valley of the end fight which i feel like is a good place to just reignite interest in naruto also the animation is like gorgeous and i think both valley of the end fights are both better than the manga versions the first one is pretty faithful but the second is like an entire step up with the series’s best animation by far i feel like in general you shouldnt feel too beholden to watching in a particular order like idk just watch what you really like and skip other stuff oh one random arc i wanna shout out is the akatsuki suppression arc in shippuden the arc where team ten go after the akatsuki for asuma like it has a few episodes that are like waaaaaay better than the manga version and idk why but it really stuck with me and was honestly disappointed when i read the manga and it wasnt as good

ok just separating out cuz this is getting unreadable but i think honestly my biggest recommendation is like ok if something is boring just skip it like i found the sasuke recovery mission fights sooo annoying cuz i just wanted to go from the hospital fight to just cut to the main action which was obviously naruto and sasukes confrontation and thats just personal so id probably skip a lot of those fights if i rewatched and for the most part id just say watch what you really like or remember liking and go on from there like dfjklfas;j the way i watched it was also with friends which always makes the boring parts go faster but like for example i watched part 1 and shippuden at the same time like watched a few episodes of part 1 and then continued with my friends shippuden watch after i saw the first valley of the end and a few selected parts of chuunin exams and was like oh wait this has just overtaken me i have to watch naruto and then somehow ended up lining it up that the day i finally got to valley of the end on my watch thru and rewatched it with the full added context of all of the first half of naruto i then watched sasuke vs itachi with my friend which was an entire experience in and of itself i think to have those two fights so closely linked in my head.. i realize i should probably shout out chuunin exams but i am honestly not the biggest chuunin exams fan so i am probably not the best person to ask i know its like a blasphemous opinion im just not a huge tournament arc fan but i know most other people do really like it so i feel like thats also a good place to jump into because also its like where the arcs all just start feeding into each other and stuff gets more serious like the end of chuunin exams perfectly locks into like naruto and gaaras huge fight and then they gotta find tsunade and so on like i think thats also probably the spot of the most consistent quality in naruto as well but if u also arent really vibing with the early part of naruto idk try and get into your favorite part of shippuden i feel like its harder to recommend where to start cuz truly the quality is sooo hit or miss and stuff thats good in the manga sometimes just flat out sucks in the and stuff thats meh in the manga is like great in the anime i cant seem to dig up my watch guide thru search that was written closer to when i last actually watched naruto but i think thats probably a better source um if u were somebody who skipped most of the war arc i also wanna shout out the madara and hashirama backstory episodes i think theyre very fun and good and also the animation in kakashi vs obito is literally mind blowing and i dont think you should miss out on those :) sorry this is just a wall of absolute nonsense lol i hope u have fun tho im gonna see if i can find the watch list once more tho...

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viskovie · 4 years

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Vitam Post Mortem

Warnings: language, Nux gets manhandled quite a bit

Disclaimer: none of these characters are mine

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heaven: (noun)

the expanse of space that seems to be over the earth like a dome —usually used in plural often capitalized: the dwelling place of a Deity and the blessed dead

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Fire. Grit. A flash of tangled red hair. An unfamiliar gesture. A glint of chrome. More fire. Thunder. Pain. And then… nothing.

Nothing.

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Nux wakes up with a start, the last shreds of adrenaline coursing through him. He isn’t sure if he was dreaming or not. Perhaps he’s dreaming right now? Reality feels hazy and sluggish, sort of like when he takes those pills that Castellan makes – the ones that give you a good, long high but leave you feeling like you’ve been run over by the War Rig. He staggers to his feet as best he can, and rubs his eyes like a Pup just woken from a nap.

His vision is split into two blurry colours: orange below and stark, vibrant blue above. He blinks a few times and the colours sharpen into a horizon. Hot, golden sand stretches away for miles until it reaches up to touch the sky where it hangs. A soft stir in the air carries the thick smell of dust and dirt, but it’s not as stifling as it should be. It’s quiet enough that Nux can hear his own heart beating a steady rhythm in his chest, and the sound is comforting. It means that he’s still alive. He should, by all rights, be dead. Roadkill.

The details are slowly coming back. That’s how he knows the crash wasn’t a dream, and neither is this. In dreams, details slip away like precious drops of Aqua Cola spilled on the ground. He bites his lip, hard, and is rewarded by a stab of pain. It grounds him and helps to clear his head.

Nux brushes himself off and turns in a slow circle, taking in his surroundings. There’s nothing but dunes and endless blue sky, no matter where he looks. There’s not even a footprint in the sand around him, which is strange.

No footprints, no tire tracks, nothing.

Nux reaches for his knife, unable to shake the growing unease in the pit of his stomach. Maybe this is a nightmare? He stands motionless for a moment, but nothing jumps out at him. He sheaths the blade and sinks back down to the ground. He tries to remember exactly what happened in the chase and the resulting crash, but he can’t conjure up much. He knows that he finally got to drive the War Rig, although the experience was rather bittersweet. He was prepared to die. He’d known from the start that he wasn’t going to see the end of the story, and yet-

For the first time since the sandstorm that had dragged his lancer off the back of his – their – car, Nux allows himself to think of Slit. He’d seen him again in the pursuit, perched almost casually on the hood of Max’s old Interceptor, but it had felt like looking through the eyes of someone else. He hadn’t really registered that Slit was not only alive , but as wild and bloodthirsty as ever, until it was too late and his childhood friend was gone forever. Gone in a glorious, fiery explosion – just the way he’d always wanted to go.

Nux’s eyes prickle, and he scrubs at his face. War Boys don’t cry! They certainly don’t cry over the dead, no matter how much you loved them.

Initially, the two had been like brothers but, over the years, his feelings had morphed into something deeper, something far more painful. Losing a brother was gut-wrenching, but to love someone with your whole being and know that person didn’t love you back – that was infinitely worse.

It feels like a knife has been plunged into his chest, and Nux finally gives in. He cries.

~~~

He doesn’t know how much time has passed when he wakes up again. His head aches, and his eyes feel puffy and tender. He doesn’t need a mirror to know that they’re probably still bloodshot. The sun has long-since disappeared behind the distant horizon, and he’s lying curled up on the rapidly cooling sand. Somehow, he’s not sunburnt. He’s not hungry either, but his mouth is dry. He sits up, with difficulty, and yawns. He must have cried himself to sleep, and the thought sparks shame deep in his belly.

“You better not have been fuckin’ crying, traitor.”

Nux turns around so fast he thinks he’s given himself whiplash. Standing a few paces away, thick arms crossed over a heavily muscled chest, is Slit. He doesn’t look pleased. He adjusts his stance, settling his weight evenly on both feet, and skewers Nux with a poisonous look.

Nux can’t even bring himself to stand and face him. Instead, he looks away ashamedly, praying the darkness hides his eyes. There’s no point denying that he’d been in tears – no one could never lie to Slit. He somehow always knew. He tries to stifle the sob that threatens to spill out of his chest, but it escapes anyway. Behind him, Slit scoffs and makes a sound like he’s spitting on the sand. Nux doesn’t hear the crunch of footsteps, but suddenly Slit has him by the throat, from behind. He hisses, instinctively elbowing him in the ribs. Slit grunts, but his grip only tightens. Nux forces himself to go still. Slit has big hands, and he’s always been one of the strongest Boys; he’s more than capable of killing him right here. Slit will just keep crushing his airway until he suffocates – it won’t be the first time he’s had to kill someone that way.

“Givin’ up?” Slit taunts in his ear. Nux manages to suck in a deep breath, but doesn’t answer. “You’re lucky you’re already dead, y’know that? ‘Cuz if you weren’t, I’d send ya to Hell myself! ” Slit snarls, letting go of him and shoving him onto the ground.

It feels like Slit is revving up for a proper fight, so Nux rolls over to intercept the impending kick. But before he can get out of the way, Slit plants his boot on Nux’s chest. Nux doesn’t resist; he just lies there on the cold ground, the lancer’s words ringing in his ears. Lucky you’re already dead … Dead. He’s dead. He didn’t survive the crash, after all. That explains a lot. Then his brain kicks into gear, and he remembers something.

“You-” he coughs. “You died days ago!”

Slit’s face twitches. He’s seething. “Yes.” He bites out.

“I witnessed you. It was…” Heartbreaking. “Glorious.”

“I know.” Slit is clearly still furious, but he also sounds the tiniest bit smug now.

“Why- why aren’t you in Valhalla?” Nux asks tentatively. He’s going to cry again if he thinks about it too much. Slit growls, taking his foot off his chest and dragging him bodily to his feet.

“You tell me , you fuckin’ smeg.” He spits, and Nux flinches.

He doesn’t understand. He remembers that Slit didn’t Chrome himself, but he had witnesses and he had fire – surely that would have been enough to get him into Valhalla, into the Hall of Heroes? Slit must see his confusion in his face, because he grabs Nux’s chin and forces him to look to the right.

Huge, glittering gates stand where, a minute ago, there had been nothing. A sun, it seems, shines from behind them, lighting up the night and making it hard to look at them. Nux squints. The gates don’t appear to have a true form, as they shift and change every time he blinks. They’re chrome, and gold, and bronze, and more colours that he doesn’t have names for. The bars ripple like Aqua Cola, and appear solid as stone. Nux can’t see what lies beyond.

“Valhalla…” He murmurs, awestruck. Slit nods bitterly.

“I’ve been tryna get in for days now.” He says angrily, and Nux breaks his trance to look back into his face. “Can’t without ya, it seems.” Slit continues, looking like he wants to strangle Nux again. He lifts his hands, gingerly peeling his gloves off. Underneath, his palms are blistered and raw. A few of the blisters have popped, and his skin glistens in the light of the Gates. It looks painful.

“I tried to touch ‘em,” Slit rumbles, carefully putting his gloves back on. “Got burned every time.” He explains through gritted teeth. Nux’s stomach sinks. If Slit can’t get into Valhalla, then he’s got no chance. Slit is the War Boy ideal: he’s tough, he’s skilled, he’s ruthless, and – on top of everything else – he’s unfairly handsome. Nux shakes his head. No going down that road, not today. Or ever.

Slit is eyeing the Gates and drumming his fingers on his bicep. Suddenly, he grabs Nux’s hand and steps toward them. Nux hangs back reluctantly. If Slit’s hands got burnt, he’d probably go up in flames as soon as they got anywhere near.

If Slit notices his hesitation, he pays it no attention. He drags him forward, grimacing every now and then at the pain in his palm. They stop about two feet from the Gates, and Slit turns to look at him. The light emanating from Valhalla frames him like a halo. He looks like a god, and Nux feels his eyes well up again. He rubs at them until the tears are gone, pretending to have sand in his eye. Slit isn’t fooled. He glares menacingly, a muscle in his neck twitching.

“I can’t get into Valhalla by myself, dipshit, an’ if you fuck this up by cryin’ again…” He trails off, the unspoken threat hanging heavily in the air between them. Nux nods mutely, not trusting himself to speak. Slit takes him by the hand again and reaches for the Gates.

There’s a loud sizzle, like guzzoline splashing on searing hot sheet metal, and Slit recoils with a howl.

He drops Nux’s hand and rips his glove off again. It doesn’t come off cleanly. His skin has been burned again and the fabric has partially fused with it. Nux manages to keep from retching when he sees the mess that Slit’s palm has become, but it’s a nasty injury. Blood is running down his arm from where the mutilated skin has been torn away and, for the first time in his life, Slit is shaking. All the colour has drained from his face and he’s a little unsteady on his feet. Shock, Nux knows. Not fear, or even pain. Shock. Slit had been so sure this would work, that he’d finally achieve the eternity he’d given his life for.

He helps him sit down, and gently unties Slit’s scarf. He carefully wraps his mangled hand in it, even though he’s sure it’s not clean enough. But it’s not like they have anything better to use. When he’s finished, Slit lies back on the sand, staring up at the night sky. Nux glances at the Gates, but they’re gone. He lies down next to his lancer, unsure of what to do next.

There’s a few beats of silence. Nux has so much that he wants to say but he has no words to say any of it. He thinks about all the times they’d been together like this - the cool night air on their skin, the stars far above, flinging what he now knew to be “shows” across the universe. Neither of them were soft; they didn’t seek out moments like that, but had never shied away either.

He sighs, wishing away the tension between them. He’s disillusioned with the Immortan’s teachings, knows them to be false and self-serving, but here he is at the Gates of Valhalla. Was his betrayal the reason Slit couldn’t get in? If they could only enter together as Driver and Lancer, had he cost Slit hard-won eternal paradise? The thought worms into his mind and sticks there, taunting him cruelly.

Nux rolls over to face Slit, still unsure of how to voice his feelings. He decides to keep it simple. Slit always liked things to be simple.

“I’m sorry.” He murmurs. Slit doesn’t react. Nux frowns. Sure, the lancer has hearing problems but there isn’t even a breath of wind to carry the words away. He tries again, managing to be a little louder. Slit turns his head, his iron grey eyes drilling into him.

“I know. I heard you the first time.” He says. “I just wanted to hear you say it again.”

For the third time in less than a full day, Nux feels tears spill over his cheeks. He sits up, trying to hide, but Slit grabs his arm and roughly tugs him back down. He lands almost on top of his lancer, causing Slit to grunt with the impact. Before he can really do anything, Slit has his arms around him. However, it feels more like a restraint than an embrace.

“We gotta figure this out.” Slit mutters, shifting onto his side to hold Nux to his chest. “Not the Valhalla thing - that’s either gonna happen by itself or it’s not. We gotta sort out... this. Us.” He adds. Nux nods, working his hand free to rub at his eyes. He doesn’t want to ask exactly what Slit means by that, doesn’t want to hope. Slit’s jaw works for a moment before he says anything else.

“Why’d you run?” He asks plainly. “Why did you turn your back on everything we knew, and side with Furiosa when she betrayed the Immortan?” He doesn’t sound angry anymore, which is unusual for him. He just sounds tired, and it breaks Nux’s heart a little further. In the silence he can almost hear Slit’s heartbeat.

“I didn’t… not at first….” Nux murmurs, half to himself.

“Hey?”

“I didn’t switch sides immediately. I got into the Rig, and then… I don’t know exactly what happened. Something changed.” Nux says, voice trembling. “Here.” He adds, gesturing to his chest. Slit narrows his eyes. He seems to mull over his next question. Nux sniffles quietly. He’s trying to keep it together, really, but Slit’s making it horribly difficult. His arms have loosened around Nux, so now it’s less like a restraint and more like an embrace.

When Slit finally asks his question, it takes Nux completely by surprise.

“Did you fuck one of ‘em? One of the Wives?”

“Wh- no!” Nux stammers, thrown. Why would Slit be asking that? Why does he sound so strained?

“Did you fuck your Bloodbag?” Slit adds, his expression guarded and his tone even weirder. Nux draws back a tiny bit. Yeah, Max is decent-looking, but he’s not Nux’s type. Besides, they were stuck in the Rig with the five Wives and Furiosa - if he was gonna fuck anybody, it wasn’t going to be Max.

“No! I didn’t do anything like that...” He replies slowly, searching Slit’s face. That seems to satisfy Slit, and he drops the subject. They lie in silence again, but somehow it’s not as tense as it was before. He still has his arms around Nux.

~~~

At some point they must have dozed off, because Nux wakes to the cold, grey light of early dawn. He shivers and curls a little tighter around himself. He’s got his head on something solid and warm and gently moving. It turns out to be Slit’s chest.

Nux closes his eyes again, remembering all that happened last night. He shifts around, getting comfortable, and Slit begins to wake up. He yawns and stretches luxuriously, like a lizard basking in the sun. Nux debates whether or not he can get away with pretending to still be asleep. He decides to give it a shot.

It seems to work because Slit starts absently rubbing Nux’s shoulder. Nux snuggles a little closer. He can hear the gentle thud in Slit’s chest, which does seem a little out of place, all things considered.

He gives himself away when he pets Slit’s bicep without thinking. Slit rumbles and pushes Nux into the sand. He sits up groggily, rubbing sleep out of his eyes and turns to give Nux a beady look. Nux snickers, too lost in the soft familiarity of this moment to worry about Valhalla right now.

“Just how long have you been awake?” Slit grumbles, yawning again. Nux shrugs.

“Not long. Few minutes?”

Slit makes a noise of complaint, and begins cracking his knuckles one by one. Nux shivers as a cool wind begins to pick up. He shuffles closer to Slit and leans against the lancer’s broad, bare back. Briefly, he wonders about why Slit never seems to get too hot or too cold. Maybe his muscles insulate him against changes in temperature? Who knows.

Slit lets out a quiet hiss as he carefully pries the makeshift bandage off his hand. He inspects the wound, but it isn’t getting any better. If anything, it looks worse; the skin has blistered and softened overnight, and it makes Nux want to vomit. He can deal with blood and gore, but he never had the stomach for infection and pus. Slit clenches his jaw and rewraps his palm. Nux nuzzles his shoulder, unsure of what else to do. If they had water, he’d insist on cleaning the injury out but…

Slit tries to headbutt him, but the angle is wrong and it doesn’t really make contact. The staples in his cheek glint in the growing dawn.

“C’mon.” He rumbles, getting to his feet. Nux follows suit, and glances around. There’s nothing but sand, all the way to the horizon.

“May as well start walking.” Slit adds. “Not like we got anythin’ else to do.”

“What if Valhalla comes back?” Nux asks nervously. The Gates do seem a little… temperamental.

“It follows us.” Slit replies, brushing the sand off his pants. “Shows itself ‘bout once a day.” Nux nods, trying to get his head around that. Slit takes a step, then stops. Hesitantly, he offers his less-burned hand. Nux takes it with a small smile. Was Slit always this soft when there was no one else around?

The sun is just clearing the tops of the distant dunes, and has yet to provide any warmth, so they walk closer together than is probably necessary. Nux remembers Max’s worn jacket wistfully, rubbing his arms as they face into the wind.

~~~

They walk until the sky begins to darken again and the first stars appear in the east. Nux is glad to stop; his feet are aching and he’s thirstier than before. Surprisingly, he’s still not hungry yet. Slit doesn’t seem to be, either, but when he speaks again his voice is a little hoarse.

“Help me dig a hole, here.” He says, motioning to a spot on the ground. Nux raises an eyebrow.

“Why?” He asks suspiciously. “What are we looking for?”

“Nothing,” Slit answers brusquely. “You can sleep on top of the sand again, if you want, but I’d rather stay warm for longer.” That makes sense, Nux supposes. He kneels next to Slit, and they start scooping out a hole big enough for both of them. It takes a while, because the sand is too soft and dry to properly dig away.

Eventually, they’ve managed to carve out a ditch that’s... sort of the right size. It’ll be a squeeze, Nux thinks skeptically. He glances upwards. The bright moon is rising steadily, casting long shadows of its own. He shuffles into the hole, next to Slit, and has no choice but to press against him. The sand is still warm, and Nux can feel his eyelids already starting to grow heavy. He wiggles around until he’s more comfortable, tucking his arms in and resting his head against Slit’s throat. He gets an arm around his torso for his efforts.

Slit sits upright unexpectedly, accidentally giving Nux a crick in his neck. Nux follows his gaze to the Gates, which have reappeared as predicted. Before he can react, Slit is scrambling out of the hole, dragging him along by the wrist. The Gates are every bit as glorious as before, but their beauty is somewhat marred by the knowledge of what lay underneath his lancer’s gloves. Nux rubs the sand off of his cheek and stifles a yawn.

Slit walks with purpose to stand a pace away from the Gates, again. He lifts his hand hesitantly, but doesn’t reach for the bars. He’s preparing to be rejected again, Nux realises. It puts a hollow feeling in his stomach.

“Here,” he says, stepping forward. “Lemme try.” Nux smiles, trying to reassure Slit. However, the lancer doesn’t look convinced.

“Slit, you need your hands more’n me.” Nux urges, touching his arm.

“Can’t drive with fucked up palms.” Slit argues.

“Can’t lance, either.” Nux fires back. Slit opens his mouth, but doesn’t have a counter-argument. He frowns deeply, and bites his lip. Nux takes his hand - gently, as it surely still hurts - and reaches for the Gates. He closes his eyes and braces for the pain-

And nothing happens. His fingers connect with the Gates, and the metal is warmer than he expected but nowhere near hot enough to burn him. He opens his eyes slowly, and looks back at Slit. The lancer looks like he’s been punched. Nux grins, gripping his hand a little tighter in excitement. He shoves at the Gates, and they begin to swing open. As they do, the bright light gets harsher and harsher until he’s forced to close his eyes against it.

When he opens them again, the first thing he notices is the green. It’s everywhere, kind of like when he would wander through the Top Gardens back at the Citadel. There’s green stuff on the soft, black ground, and climbing on poles stuck haphazardly here and there, and even one or two huge, leafy stick-things. Trees, that’s what Capable had said they were. The next thing Nux notices is the water. It’s flowing through a shallow groove in the dirt that’s too straight and even to be natural.

He’s reminded of Slit’s presence when the lancer drops to his knees beside the water and splashes some onto his face. Nux laughs, and follows suit. The air is cool and smells sweeter than the arid, dusty air of the Wasteland. He feels better than he has in… he can’t even remember how long. He’s not so sick anymore, can’t feel the bite of the tumors on his neck.

Slit drinks his fill, and sits back on his haunches. There’s a few stray droplets running down his face and neck, having escaped through the gaps in his scars, and Nux is mesmerised. Slit seems to feel his gaze, and wipes the drops away with the back of his hand. He tugs his gloves off and flexes his fingers. His palms are healing, Nux sees. They’re not back to normal, but the pus is gone and the burns no longer look so raw. Slit looks up at him and grins. He launches himself at Nux, knocking him over and sending himself sprawling. He laughs freely, grabbing Nux and dragging him in for a tussle.

They roll around for a bit, wrestling and playing like they did when they were Pups, until they both lie panting in the shade of one of the trees. Eventually, Nux sits up and brushes the dirt off his pants. He gathers up all the little bits and pieces that fell out of his pockets before Slit can swipe anything, but the lancer just grins lazily up at him, still lying flat on his back.

“If I’d known all it would take to get here was your dumb ass, I would come back and killed ya days ago!” He teases, but there’s no malice in it. Nux scoffs.

“Like you coulda killed me .” He says, not bothering to keep the smile off his face.

“Could too!” Slit protests, raising himself up onto his elbows. Nux raises an eyebrow skeptically.

“Nah.” He drawls, making a show of examining his fingernails. “Didn’t I have ya totally pinned just a minute ago?”

“I let you pin me!”

“Oh yeah? Wanna see me do it again?”

“Ah, fuck off, pup.” Slit grumbles, looking away. Nux snickers, before taking mercy and laying down next to him. He traces the scars on Slit’s belly, making him shiver. Slit’s arm finds its way around him again, but it really is an embrace this time. They listen to the sound of everything growing around them, truly at peace for the first time in their lives. They didn’t have to fight for this, didn’t have to win it and don’t have to protect it from anyone; all they have to do is enjoy it.

Angharad was right about almost everything, Nux muses, as he settles in for a nap. Valhalla is real, and the world isn’t quite dead yet.

#mad max: fury road #mad max #nux #slit (mad max)#valhalla #war boys

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4. “Bite me.” “If you insist.”

Wonwoo x Female Reader

Word Count: 1736

Contents: teasing, biting kink, fingering, riding (unprotected)

smutty prompts game: closed

You could not remember why it was that you started hating Jeon Wonwoo. Maybe it was the smug, cool look he always had on his face. Maybe it was that no matter what you did, he never got worked up.

Or maybe it was the way he insisted that he was better at every video game in existence than you were.

You could admit he was good. You could be the bigger person. But he never failed to rub every single win in your face. He did it subtly. It was all these snide little comments and smug grin that you wanted to slap right off of his stupid, pretty face. Maybe you could have liked him if he wasn’t such a dick to you, but he had started this and you weren’t going to back down.

All of your friends thought the rivalry was funny. You had no clue what they found so amusing about it but they did. Giggling at every other comment you made to each other. Tonight was no exception. And it seemed that no matter the game or that fact that there were no stakes the two of you were competitive as usual.

Then again, Mario Kart often brought out the worst in people.

You screamed as Wonwoo knocked you out of first place with a well aimed green shell. You listened to him chuckle as he took first place and crossed the finish line, winning the match as you managed third. You shot him a glare and he gave a smug smirk. You turned your attention back to the screen, but didn’t totally miss how Mingyu leaned in and whispered something in his ear and then laughed as Wonwoo blushed and whacked his arm.

“I want a rematch,” you grumbled.

“Go for it,” Seungcheol yawned. “But I’m going home, I’m drained.”

“Same,” sighed Mingyu. “But I’m sure Wonwoo will stay and play you again.”

You glanced over at him, he didn’t look back but kept his controller in his hands.

“I could sta-ah!” Hansol cried as Mingyu nudged him forcefully. You watched them suspiciously as Mingyu shot Hansol a look.

“Actually yeah, I’m tired too.” he mumbled, getting up.

You were about to question Mingyu but he ushered the others out of the room quickly, throwing you a smile before they left. You and Wonwoo looked at each other before looking away, awkwardly. It occurred to you that while you two had played one on one a number of times you had never done so in person.

“Okay, let’s just do this.” you mumbled. You both chose your characters and set up for the race. The room was tense as you started the game. With no one else around the two of you were quiet. You kept glancing at him but he was too focused to notice. It was almost cute how badly he wanted to win this.

Then again maybe you should have been paying more attention to the game.

“Oh, come on,” you groaned as a lightning bolt hit you just before the finish line, again allowing Wonwoo to take first place. He sat back, grinning again.

“There you have it. Yet again, I’m the best.”

“Only cuz you play dirty.” you grumbled, shutting down the game system.

“It’s not my fault I know how to play the game better than you do.”

“I know how to play the game fine!”

He rolled his eyes as you moved closer to him. “Just admit it, I’m better than you.”

“In your dreams,” you sneered, starting to clean up the living room.

“You’re so stubborn.” He followed you around the room and helping you clean up. When you finished you grabbed two drinks and plopped down on the couch. He sat next to you and took the drink. You eyed him suspiciously.

“Why did everyone leave so quickly earlier?” you asked,

Wonwoo choked on you drink and his cheeks turned pink. “N-No reason.” he muttered quickly.

“Oh like hell there’s no reason.” you said, leaning towards him. “Tell me.”

“Why should I?”

“Because I know something’s up dumbass. And if you don’t tell me, Mingyu will.”

“No he won’t.”

“Then Hansol will.” His face got redder and you smirked as you pulled out your phone. You knew Hansol would let you in on whatever secret your friends had going on. Before you could text him though, Wonwoo snatched your phone out of your hands.

“What the hell?!” You cried as you reached for your phone. “God, what is so bad that you don’t want me to know?”

“It’s nothing,” he mumbled. You lunged for your phone and he held it up. You ended up laying across his lap. You wriggled around so you were looking up at him and crossed your arms, disgruntled. You looked up to see Wonwoo staring down at you with wide eyes and a very red face. Something clicked as you looked at him, something that would explain why he was acting this way. And would explain why everyone left and Mingyu’s comment, whatever it was, made him blush.

“Oh, oh hold on.” you said, a grin spreading across your face as you sat up quietly. “You like me.”

“W-What?! No! N-No, I, t-that’s not, you’re too, i-it, I-I…” You didn’t want to admit that the way he stumbled over his words was adorable.

You leaned in towards him. “Oh you totally like me. That explains so so much.”

“Shut up,” he mumbled, looking away.

“As if.” you said. “Oh, there’s no way I’m letting you live this down.”

“Fuck you,” he muttered.

“You’d like to fuck me wouldn’t you?” you chuckled, watching his face go even redder, as you leaned in even closer.

“Oh, bite me.”

“If you insist.” You hummed, before leaving a small love bite on his neck. He yelped and looked at you in surprise.

“I-I didn’t t-think-”

“That I’d do that? You underestimate me.”

“I guess so.” He paused and bit his lip. “I… wouldn’t mind if you did it again.”

“Of course you wouldn’t,” you smirked, climbing onto his lap.

“Shut up,” he mumbled again, before pulling you in for a kiss. His hands were shaky as they found your waist. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you. You also had to admit that he was a good kisser, even if he was a little nervous.

You started to roll your hips and grind on his lap. He let out small moans and groans that made you smirk again. You would never get over the fact that he was harbouring a huge crush for you. And you would never let him forget it.

You broke the kiss to suck and bite at his neck, hearing all of his breathy little sounds properly.

You could feel his bulge growing underneath you.

“I hope you’re satisfied with yourself,” he muttered.

“I’m getting there.” you hummed.

“Wait, you like me back!”

“You’re a real genius, Jeon Wonwoo.”

“You, mmm… you climbed on my lap.” He moaned out.

“And yet I’m not the nervous one with the shaky hands.” You said, pulling back to look at him.

“I’m not nervous!”

“Yeah right, you’re totally-” You gasped as Wonwoo, flipped you off his lap and pressed you into the couch. You felt his fingers trail up your inner thigh and under your skirt before they ran over your panties.

“I’m not nervous,” he stated again, smirking. “And you’re drenched.”

It was your turn to blush. You couldn’t come up with a clever response as he slid your panties to the side and dragged his fingers through your wetness before circling your clit, slowly. You bit your lip as you looked up at him, almost too enamoured with the way he was staring at you to care that you had run out of snark. You let a small moan escape your lips and he moved his finger to tease your entrance. He leaned down so his lips were next to your ear.

“Let’s see if you’re as wet as I think you,” he hummed as he pushed two fingers in. You let out a breathy moan as you grabbed onto him. He pumped his fingers into you in a way that had your toes curling.

“Maybe I do have a crush on you. But it looks like you’re the desperate mess.” Your hips started to buck against his hand as he brought his thumb to circle your clit. His lips found your neck and started to suck a hickey as he picked up the pace with his fingers.

“Fuck, I, Wonwoo, I’m-” your words turned into a whine as he pulled his fingers out of you. He moved back and pulled his shirt over his head.

“If you want anymore, I suggest you get undressed, babe.” he said. You pulled your clothes off as quickly as you could before straddling Wonwoo’s lap again as he sat on the couch. You kissed him as you took his cock in your hand and pumped it a few times. He gripped your hips roughly and pulled you forward. He helped you align yourself before you sunk down on his cock, the two of you letting out moans at the feeling.

You stayed still on him for a moment, adjusting to his size before you started to bounce. He let out the most beautiful, breathy moans as you moved on his cock. His grip on your hips got harsher as he started to control your pace, moving you faster.

You gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as he started to thrust up into you. Both of your moans got louder as you started to approach your highs. His fingers found your clit and started to rub circles as he thrust up into you faster and harder.

You screamed his name as you came, grinding and rolled your hips into him and riding him through your orgasm. He came a few moments later with a sloppy thrust and a low moan.

You rested your head in the crook of his neck as you both came down from your highs, your breathing and heart steadily slowing.

“I swear, Wonwoo, if you try it turn this into a stupid contest…” you mumbled.

“Don’t worry,” he replied breathily. “I think this counts as both of us winning.”

You grinned. “Yeah, I think it does.”

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X marks the spot !!!!

Part 8- Brooke POV

End of summer

Smut, cussing, drugs, drama, errors, mention of abuse, bullying, etc

I really did have to pee.

I made a beeline for the bathroom and locked the door behind me. Wtf did Lily want to talk about? Mark didn’t want her!

Suddenly I remembered Marks’ seemingly innocent question (at the time) about fighting a girl for him.

Jesus.

Having a hot ass boyfriend had its downsides. I checked myself over in the mirror, and tied my hair back in a bun, just in case it popped off with this Lily girl. Might as well apply some mascara and lipstick too. I only was wearing a bathing suit, but not much I could do about that now.

I walked out of the bathroom to find Bex and Lily having a heated, yet quiet discussion. Lily had a phone out, while Bex was trying to make her put it away. Bex didn’t want me to see it. Lily did. I was a little curious, but before I could say anything Mark stormed in the room.

“What the fuck is this?” Mark yelled at nobody in particular.

All three of us froze and looked at Mark. With it being quiet now, I could hear the audio playing on the phone. It almost sounded like Mark’s voice.... Ok, now I was real fucking curious.

Lily and my eyes met, and I couldn’t help but notice just how utterly desperate and sad she looked. I felt a pang of pity for her. It must have been hard losing Mark. I wonder what happened between them.

Shit, what had Bex said?

Bex grabbed Lily’s hand and pulled her past Mark. If looks could kill, then Lily would have been struck dead by the nastiest glare, I’d ever seen Mark produce. He looked positively livid. This was that Mark I hadn’t recognized from earlier. I hope I never was on the receiving end of one of these looks...

“I’ll take Lily downstairs, and you guys probably wanna talk. Don’t fuck in my bed or break anything.” Bex said with a warning tone and closed the door.

Mark looked pissed. He wasn’t moving, but his gaze followed me as I walked to the bathroom. I wasn’t sure what to say.

On the one hand, he’d resisted his ex for me. But on the other hand, what was that video, and why was she trying to show me? Would I be betraying my fellow females if I just let it go? Why did Bex want to keep it from me?

I didn’t know what to do, so I got my make up out and started to touch it up. Any girl will tell you, a lot of decisions are made, touching up their make up.

“Baby? Why were you hanging out with her?” Mark walked in the bathroom and held me around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder, carefully watching my reaction to his question.

“She followed me up, and I just literally came out of the bathroom when you showed up. She wanted to show me something on her phone, but Bex wouldn’t allow it. No big deal.” I shrugged.

His face fell, and he looked like he was about to cry. The desperation in his eyes and utter panic broke my heart. Whatever was in that video was, it had him freaked out.

“Did you guys make a porno or something?” I teased flicking my eyes up to his, to gauge his reaction now.

“Brooke, I am so sorry, I was young, and it seemed cool at the time but ...

My stomach flipped, and I DID NOT want to hear this, so I turned around and kissed him to shut him up. “I love you,” I said without pulling our lips apart.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” Mark kept saying over and over as he kissed me all over my face. I giggled, and he looked me straight in the eyes and it took my breath away. He is so beautiful. “You’re mine. I never want to lose you. I only want you ever.” He looked so sincere.

He picked me up and sat me on the bathroom vanity untying my swim bottoms and moving my bathing suit top triangles over, so my breasts were completely exposed. He was so gentle and careful, licking each nipple while looking up at me.

He stood up and gently held my face in both hands and kissed me passionately, letting out a sexy little groan before stepping back and looking at me. “I love you so much. It makes me almost crazy. I never felt this way for anyone. I almost had a fucking meltdown when I saw you with her. Promise me you won’t be friends with her or any of her fucking friends. Promise.”

“Mark.... you're ridiculous.” I giggled trying to pull him back in, but he wouldn’t budge.

He glared at me and in a low almost threatening tone he said through gritted teeth, “promise. Me. Now.”

“Ooooh or what?” I teased with a big shitty smile on my face.

Before I could even react, he grabbed me by my arm and dragged me over to the bed, roughly slinging me down, as he got on top of me. No smily or playful Mark. I wasn’t scared, because I believed in my heart he’d never hurt me, but I was alarmed with this behavior.

“Bex said not to fuck on her bed,” I said in an effort to lighten the mood, and maybe change the subject.

“You think that’s what I wanna do? Fuck you? Why? Cuz you’re a fucking whore? You’re like your new fucking whore besties?” He seethed.

“Mark, why are you acting this way? When did I become a whore?” I’d never been so confused in my life. Where on earth was this coming from all of a sudden?

“I don’t know! That’s a good fucking question!!! I thought you were my sweet, perfect, baby girl, ride or die!!! I thought that you wanted to make me happy, and never would lie to me, or cheat on me, but now I bring you to one fucking party, and you are getting buddy-buddy with my fucking ex! WHY DONT YOU MAKE A FUCKING VIDEO GRINDING ON THOSE BITCHES? WHILE MAKING OUT IN BATHING SUITS? YOU MIGHT GET A FEW HUNDRED LIKES! Hashtag FUCKING SLUTS!” Mark screamed in my face at the end there.

I couldn’t help it, I was trying to hold back tears and catch my breath, but the more he went on, it just got worse, and I burst out crying.

Mark immediately went from menacing glare, to concerned puppy dog eyes. “Oh, my god baby! Baby! Look at me, don’t cry. I love you. I’m sorry. I’m drunk.”

I couldn’t look at him. I don’t know why I was straight up hysterically crying, choking and heaving, but I was, and I wasn’t going to look at him.

He got off of me and paced back and forth, grabbing his head. After a few minutes. I looked over at him, and he was coming towards me with tissues.

He took some out, and picked me up like a baby and sat on the bed, cradling me in his arms. This was my Mark. He looked so loving and caring and He was so pretty.

I bet I looked terrible and crazy. I couldn’t remember why I even got so upset. I hated fighting with him. I couldn’t think straight.

All I knew is, I needed Mark to want me still. Looking back, this probably was a huge red flag, and I should of got my shit and left. But I was an idiot over him. “Mark?” My voice was all raspy from my crying fit.

He looked in my eyes, and I could feel the panic returning as a lump rose in my throat... “What is it, beautiful girl?”

I started to shake with sobs again, but he brought our faces together, and he kissed me hungrily, boogers, tears and all.

He stood up still kissing me and carried me back in the bathroom, setting me back on the counter.

“I’m so sorry, Brooke, I’m so sorry.” He peppered kisses all over my face.

He stepped back and looked me over as I tried to hide my face. He took my chin and moved my face up, looking in my eyes adoringly. “you are the most beautiful fucking bitch on the motherfucking planet, and you’re all mine. I’m sorry I acted like a dick. You gotta listen, I love you so much, I go crazy.”

He began kissing me again, moving down my chest. He started to suck on one breast while he toyed with the other with his hand. Biting and licking my nipple, and then blowing on it, so it was at attention. Then he switched Breasts and took that hand and put it into my core. I was so turned on his fingers slipped in easily. He let out his sexy Mark growl, and I reached for his cock. I was shocked how I could go from hysterical basket-case, to bitch in heat in no time flat, But I wanted him so bad.

“Ah, ah. Not yet. I want to taste my perfect little pussy first.”

He spread my legs and got on his knees and went to work, all while his gorgeous green eyes peered up at me. He added his hand to the equation and I was now on the brink.

“ you going to come for me baby?”

I nodded quickly grabbing his hair and pushing his face back into my pussy. I was so close, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I grabbed him by his hairagain, and pulled him up, crushing his mouth with a kiss as he freed himself, and shoved himself deep inside me.

“Oh my god baby. I love this pussy, is it my pussy?” He whimpered in my ear as he slammed into me. So desperate and eager. I’d never felt so wanted in my life as I did right then.

He pulled his face back, so he could fully see me, while still thrusting at a feverish pace. He grabbed my face gently and looked deep in my eyes. Searching my eyes, for something, he suddenly grabbed my bun, forcing my head back, so I was looking straight up.

Biting my collarbone, his thrusts were becoming very erratic, and I knew he was close. I knew just what to say, to push him over the edge;

“I’m yours.”

“I want to put a baby in you,” Mark said.

“Wait. What?” I asked, eyes big as dinner plates, snapping my head back down to meet his eyes.

“I want you to have my baby.”

I couldn’t believe what he was saying, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say it was so hot. He didn’t mean it, and was just caught up in the moment, so I just played along.

“You wanna be a Daddy for real? Put a baby inside me, so we are yours forever? Then Cum inside me, Mark.” I said breathlessly.

His mouth fell open, and he bit my swollen lower lip. I grabbed the back of his head and sloppily made out with him as He convulsed and stuttered his load deep inside me. He let out a loud “fuck” and twitched to a stop, letting out a big exhale.

He pressed his forehead to mine, smiling. “Let’s just stay like this forever.” He whispered.

“Bex might get mad.”

“Nah, she’s cool, and we’re sexy. Who wouldn’t want to see us every time they go to the bathroom?”

I giggled and pushed him back, sliding him out of me, and hopped off the counter. He walked over to the shower and turned it on. I felt his cum dripping down my leg, so I hopped in and rinsed off. I turned around to find him staring intensely at me.

“I meant everything I said.” He said kissing my forehead.

I didn’t think he’d bring it up, so I didn’t know what to say. Not really able to process what he was saying in my intoxicated state, I went with my auto-response of “oh baby.”

He looked down at me Green eyes flashing, and his swollen lips parted just a little bit. His hair was falling into his face, and he seemed so vulnerable and pure.

He needed me to protect him. Fuck Lily. My beautiful baby was different, and no one was going to make me love him less.

Oh boy, I really do love him.

“Why do you want a kid so bad?”I asked curiously.

“I don’t want a kid as much as I just want to own you. Let everyone know I fucked you, and I’m the only one that gets to, and here’s my proof.”

“That’s got to be the least romantic answer, I’ve ever heard.”

“Plus imagine how fucking cute they’d be. Get off the birth control and let’s try.”

“Mark! You’re tripping. We are too young and I’m not going anywhere.” I wrapped my arms around him and snuggled into his chest.

After getting no response, I looked up into Marks eyes and was perplexed by his expression. He had the most expressive eyes but sometimes they were impossible to read. This was one of those times. “Look how beautiful my boyfriend is.” I said with a big cheesy smile.

He cracked a half hearted smile. “I love you so much Brooke. I don’t know how to handle it. I’m obsessed with you.” He rubbed his nose against mine.

Time to lay it on thick. I was taking advantage of this moment! This was the type of stuff you read about, or saw in movies, but right here, right now, I was living it. “Mark I love you. You couldn’t get rid of me, if you tried.”

He smiled warmly down at me. “I love you more princess.” He embraced me rocking back and forth for a few moments and I just looked in the mirror at us, and then at my face. Boy did I look rough. I needed like a whole new face of make up, and all I had was mascara and lip gloss. Maybe Bex would let me—

“Baby, What are you thinking about?” He interrupted my thoughts.

Shit. Better not say eyeshadow.

. “Just how lucky I am to have a boyfriend that’s as madly in love with me as I am him.” Okay, so maybe that was bullshit, but it was true. Before Mark, I didn’t believe I could feel so strongly for someone, and they would feel the same.

He released me and turned off the water before handing me a towel and getting out. He dried off quickly and got dressed while I was still drying my hair. He grabbed my bathing suit bottoms and tied them back on me, double knotting each side. He grabbed a brush and started to brush my hair.

“I feel like one of those monkeys on the Discovery Channel. How are you at eyeliner?”

“I love making MY baby the prettiest girl in all of America... maybe even the world.” He did a cheesy Dr. Evil laugh, and then we both just started laughing like idiots. The more I tried to stop, the worse the laughing fit became.

Finally able to breathe again, he took my hand and lead me downstairs. If I hadn’t been so crazy in love, I might have noticed the infuriated glare from the petite blonde on the couch. Or maybe I’d have caught Bex’s worried face, as she looked between Bex and us. But I didn’t catch any of that.

All I could see, was Mark.

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transboygenius · 5 years

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SE4SON: Chapter 7

[*The next day*]

"Get up, yee!"

One of the hooded men delivered a kick to the cage, causing a slight 2 second vibrate and waking the boys up. Afterwards, he unlocked the cage. When Jimmy opened his eyes, he found himself getting comfy on top of Nick's chest. Both of them looked directly into each other's eyes, blushing madly. Shaking the feeling off, Jimmy immediately threw himself off of Nick, shuddering. What an odd start this friendship began at.

"Are you alright?" Nick asked. "S-sorry for invading your space like this." Jimmy replied, still shuddering. "Heh. It's cool, dude. This cage isn't exactly roomy, if you think about it."

Nick is being awfully nice, for some reason. He's so kind, it doesn't even sound like him. How did he go from calling the boy genius "Neutron" to "Jimmy?" Yesterday, and the day before that, he acted very obnoxious and whiny. Then all of a sudden, last night, he apologized for his actions and decided to settle in for a pact. It may have come from the awaiting death, but Jimmy is just too skeptical to say otherwise. Could it been something that Nick ate, like that stew last night? No, of course not, because then Jimmy would be effected too. He's still under the impression that Nick might be sucking up to him. What could Nick want from Jimmy anyways? Would it be his rocketboard, or is Nick looking for a smart sucker to do his homework for him? Before Jimmy is ready to dodge the bullet, he might as well play along for now.

"I SAID GET UP!"

The hood took out his bow and arrow, aiming it at the two handcuffed boys. The man forced them up to a wooden table, and on it laid coins, cookware, and pottery. All of them were made of copper. The coins were more rockier and thicker than the coins back in their generation.

"Your pots? Pans? Tea kettle? Don't you need these?" Jimmy asked. "Pipe down and make with the gold! We could always purchase new ones once we're rich!" The head hood barked.

Nick has gone weak in his stomach. Their time has finally arrived, and they still have no gimmick to escape. As he grabbed the nearest object in his reach, he rubbed his sleeve against it so that the hoods think he's trying to make gold. Being a professional actor, it's a good thing they don't notice how agitated he is right now. What are they gonna do now, specially with all these goons hovering their eyes over them like hawks? If the hoods don't get their gold in the meantime, there's gonna be nuts roasting on an open fire. That night, after Nick made his amends with Jimmy, they talked out plans together before falling asleep. One of them, Nick thought they could make it out if they just told the hoods they weren't witches. Jimmy explained that there would be no chance of convincing them. They did take a cauldron after all. And even if they were to, the hoods would just kill them right away. Jimmy and Nick brought back technology they haven't seen before, and dressed in garments they consider as odd. They are well-nigh aliens to this century.

While Nick was "working" against his own will, he turned to Jimmy's side to find him being hesitant, which worried him deeply. How could the boy genius procrastinate at a situation like this, while their lives are in jeopardy? He'd whisper something to him, but that would probably upset the men. Please get a brain blast. PLEASE GET A BRAIN BLAST!

"Excuse me," Jimmy spoke up. "I seem to be lacking the substratal necessities for spurious renovation!" "I know not of what you speak of, witch, but t sounds to me like you has't no capability to do this!" "You have it all wrong, gang! I know alright! More than you can imagine. But sometimes my 'spiritual powers' are limited to some sources, as I am still a young rookie! However, the job can be done artificially with the right essentials! You fellas look like men of great taste! I hope this isn't too much to ask, but do you gentlemen happen to carry a brewing set on you? Like, potions?" "Yeah. As a matter of fact, we do!"

The head hood ran inside one of the tents, then brought back a shallow box containing blurry glass bottles filled with various chemicals, along with some herbs on the side.

"We did snatch these up from a local drug department a couple weeks back. Useth not it all up, because we still need these lest our men receive ill!"

Jimmy delivered a cheeky wink to the man as he put the potions down in front of him. Only able to perform with one hand, he asked for Nick's help. The two then shared a silent conversation.

"So you do know how to make gold. Yes, we're saved." "Frankly, I don't. But I still have a ticket out of here." "Huh?" "I could cumulate these actinic elements to foster a smokescreen bomb so we can make an expeditious getaway while the hoods are blinded. And I have just the compounds I need." "Hm. Nothing to do with gold, but still a good plan. Hey, how about we loot some things while we get the hell out of here?" "Nick, that's barbaric thinking. But they pretty much deserve it."

The two cooperated together, pouring the chemicals and measuring some elements. The two worked like a real team for the first time. That shaky feeling Nick had earlier went away, because it was the boy genius's can-do spirit that helped him pull through. It just goes to show him that Jimmy can be strong in the real way. He isn't afraid to jump at a chance, no matter how rough the going may be. Whether how many people look down on him, or how risky a threat might be, he will never let his guard down. If one way doesn't work, then there's got to be another. Although he carries around his own insecurities with him, they haven't stopped him yet from getting a job done. Then there's Nick himself; Some poser who acts like he's tough as nails, but really just a sad loser who cries alone in his bedroom. He has always wished he had some of the confidence he strongly admired Jimmy for. As soon as they finished, Jimmy held the steaming beaker up in pride.

"AND NOW FOR THE MOMENT YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR, GENTLEMEN! Bubble bubble, boil and trouble... LET THERE BE GOLD!"

He smashed the beaker against the ground, resulting in a huge foggy explosion. The hoods started coughing, and their eyes became teary from the smoke. Jimmy and Nick's eyes were left unharmed, cuz Jimmy kept a pair of lab goggles in his pocket, as well as Nick kept red shades. Both of them held their breath as they ran for freedom. And following Nick's suggestion, they grabbed a few things. Jimmy took a bow and arrow for self-defense, while Nick took their leftover elk meat and other stuff he could fit in his pockets. As soon as they got out of the fog, it was then safe to breathe again. They took the time to catch their breaths while running. Instead of dragging at each other from their handcuffs, both ran at the same pace. Nick got so caught up in the fun, he began cackling out loud like a real witch.

"Why are you cackling?" "Sorry! Guess I couldn't help myself!"

The two tossed away their eye protections into the air out of joy. They were now free, and back out into the open, leafy green forest. Well, they weren't officially free, forasmuch as their wrists are still cuffed jointly, but it feels so pleasant being away from those awful men.

"We did it, Nick! We made it out of there with our lives!" "Certainly did! All thanks to you!" "Well, you did help too, ya know." "Me? C'mon, I can't take credit! All I did was pour stuff into those bottles." "Nick--"

They stopped in their path as they both bumped into something. No, it wasn't a something, it was a someone. It was one of the hooded men. ...who just finished taking a leak into a bush. As the man fixed his pants, Jimmy and Nick just sat there, frozen in fear.

"What in the name of prayers to God is going on here?!"

The man looked down at the two speechless boys. He noticed they were carrying some stuff back from their camp, such as a weapon and meat. He presumed they were stealing. When Jimmy turned his blue orbs to the bow and arrow on his right, he forgot he was now armed, so there really shouldn't be any reason to be afraid. Jimmy held the weapon up and aimed it at the hood in front of him, who didn't look intimidated the slightest.

"Back off, or I'll skewer you--"

Before Jimmy was able to finish his sentence, the hood just snatched the arrow, bent it in half, then threw it away. The boy genius did not see that coming. Now they're back to where they were before; Unarmed and helpless. Nick tried to talk the hood out.

"How 'bout we exchange this piece of raw deer for our freedom?"

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The hooded man carried the boys by the back of their collars, and brought them back to camp just as the hoods were recovering from the smoke incident. The fog had already cleared by then.

"Hey, fellows! Get a load of this scoop! I hath caught these two savages pulling a fast one, with some of our stuff in their hands!

He released their collars and let them hit the ground. All the men looked pretty pissed. Jimmy and Nick had promised them they'd turn copper into gold, but instead gave them all faces full of tear jerking gas, and the news about stealing won't give the boys a chance to gain their trust back anytime soon. Out of the crowd walked up the head hood, whose eyes were still watery from the effect of the smokescreen. He looked like he was blistering in rage by how red his face was. Jimmy was scared, but not as frightened as Nick was right now. He has never seen any man angry like that but his own father. It made him wanna run away and hide, but the man's glare made him froze, just like how he dealt with Daniel whenever he got caught in his gaze.

"FIRST, you two play us all like harps for thy sick dissemble'ry, THEN, you try to rob us under our noses?!!"

Jimmy felt he had to say something right there.

"Okay, okay! I think it's time we give it to you straight! Yes, we did take you all for granted, and we did try to steal from you, but there's a very logical explanation for this! We're not really witches! I mean, there's no such thing as witches, it's all just some folklore jazz! We are just two lost young boys, from a very advanced future, who accidentally got warped into your timeline due to a fatal accident with my time machine, and we are just making what we can to survive! As for the chain, that's another story. All we want to do is go home, so we never really wanted to cause you any trouble to begin with! The reason why we didn't tell you sooner cuz we were afraid you wouldn't believe us! Now, we can't promise you gold, but we could treat you to something better! If you could help me find my time machine, we'd be happy to take you into the future with us and introduce you to the most cutting-edge technology you'll want in your life! We don't have magic, but we do have ssssssssscience!"

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In the following, Jimmy and Nick were both tied to a stake, facing opposite from each other, with lots of wood surrounding them.

"I told you they wouldn't believe us, Nick."

One of the men was set in charge of lighting a torch for their burning. Sweat began trailing down Jimmy and Nick's foreheads. They made it this far, finally became friends, and now this is how it's gonna end for them. They're gonna die on spot, while their friends and family have no trace where they're at. If this is their last spent moment together, it maybe about time Nick tell Jimmy just about now. He's a little vulnerable at this moment, but it's either now or never again.

"Jimmy?" "What Nick?" "Are you still mad?" "We're gonna die very soon, and you feel that's an appropriate question?" "If that's a yes, then I don't want us to die angry." "Give me a good reason why? I thought this wouldn't be the best way to die, but then I realize this is all I feel right now. You did get us into this mess. What could you possibly say to change my mind?" "If I can't change your mind, then that isn't the case here. I want you to listen to me during our final minutes. I really need to tell you this." "*Sigh* Shoot. (Might as well have some entertainment while I'm still living.)" "We have always kept a separate distance from each other. Why do we do it? Well, it was never really just us, it was me. I am the reason behind why we're so far apart. We could've been good friends in the past. We haven't gotten along until now. The truth was, I'm not as strong as you think I am. Physically, yes. Mentally, no. I never gotten close to you often, or even had one real conversation with you, because there are certain things I feel for you that people would never understand. Look, as always, you are right. You are always right. This was all my fault. I guess that proves I'm not worthy enough for your company." "Hey, I never said you weren't worthy enough to hang with me and my friends." "You may have never said that, but that doesn't mean it's not true. If there's anyone who really deserves you, it's Carl, Sheen, Libby, and even Cindy. If you're gonna stay angry at me, then so be it. I have no right to control how you feel. These are usually one of those moments where I get up and walk away, but since the end is approaching us in a matter of time, I want this to be the very last thing you hear. I want this to be the very last thing I say. I'm tired of holding it back."

Jimmy was just... Just touched. That doesn't sound like a boy trying to suck up. Only words like those would come from the heart. It sounds like he's being forthright, but is he just saying it out of guilt? Of any day it could've happened, Nick chooses now to show Jimmy this other personality of his. This isn't like the Nick he's been handcuffed to for two whole days. What made him morph into a change of heart all of a sudden? Whatever Nick is trying to tell him, those few little words might give Jimmy one huge vindication on the real Nick he's been trying to comprehend for years.

"I lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllooooooooooooovvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv..."

Nick was taking an awful lot of time getting the word out, and one of the hoods already had the torch lit.

"....vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvveeee yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy...."

Jimmy tried blowing it out, but his breath was too weak against a flame that strong. It's not like blowing any of those birthday candles. Hurry up, hurry up, HURRY UP! Jimmy raced to Nick. The torch was reaching closer to the wood, and their doom.

"ooooooooooooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-

A big, bulky figure, riding a horse, burst into the scene in a dramatic entrance. They were wearing a wooden pail over their head, used as a helmet, with a cut-out area to leave their eyes exposed. They slapped the torch out of the man's hand, then the horse stomped on the fire to put it out. They were wearing a badge that looked familiar to the hoods.

"Soooooooo! I has't come across the infamous green hoods of Derryberry Everlanes! By order of King Jason's law, you men have been convicted of theft, and pursuit of execution without a permit! Thee all has't the right to remain silent!" "King Jason's law? Oh ho ho, good sir, whoever you are; If be true thee kindly take a behold around, we are currently residing on a piece of territory yond hast not yet been claimed by King Jason's law. We're way beyond from even touching his border, so I'm afraid thou foolishly mistaken--" "I said REMAIN SILENT!"

They drew their sword and plunged it into the ground to show how serious they were, also causing a slight earthquake. Instead of resisting arrest, the hoods did what ordinary criminals did; Retreat. All of them scrambled individually, screaming. The helmet figure just stayed put, and didn't even bother chasing them. As soon as the camp was left silent, the figure jumped off their horse, then walked towards the two boys tied to a stake. They looked at them quite ominously. Does the figure believe they're innocent, or guilty like the hoods? Gazing into figure's exposed eyes left Nick timid. He hated police.

"Nick, stop shaking." "You're shaking, too." "Only because you're making the stake move."

The figure then spoke to them.

"How did you boys get yourselves tangled into a sticky situation such as this, and should I have a reason to let you go?"

The lecture sounded like a threat to Nick.

"We haven't done anything to offend the King's law, Officer! We are only two lost little boys who are very, very, very far from home and being wrongly accused of witchcraft, which we are unfamiliar with! And if you did caught us stealing, it wasn't our fault! We are scared, hungry, and we haven't had a decent meal in two days! You wouldn't charge poor children, would you Officer?"

The figure then laughed under their breath.

"Relax, I'm not gonna charge you. I'm not really with the authority of the King's law, anyways. I just asked for an explanation."

It was Jimmy's turn to fill in now.

"It's a long story. We've been kidnapped here against our will, and forced into performing for their beneficial contingency we had no ability over! And what do you mean you're not with the authority?" "Oh. I only pose as an authority to gallow hence the thieves and gather whatever material goods me and my people need to survive on. The badge is custom made." "Isn't it illegal to impersonate a consultant?" "Only on King Jason's border. Otherwise you'd be hanged."

Nick's fear then died down.

"So you break the law, and steal from bad guys, all for the purpose of helping your starving citizens! Mister, you have no idea how awesome you are!" "'Mister?'" "It means, to address a man by--" "I know what a 'mister' is."

The figure removed their helmet to reveal long, shiny red hair, with wavy texture, cascading down to their shoulders, and they appeared to be wearing eyeliner too.

"I'm a 'miss.' ...just in case you haven't noticed yet."

Jimmy and Nick were both awestruck. It is not a man, but a very buff, muscular woman, who also looked to be about 6'3 in height. They didn't believe she was a woman, even with the helmet off, until she told them. Compared to her shape, she makes Cindy's Aunt Susie's beefcakes look like string beans. This will teach the boys to never take girls for granted. The lady then raised her sword to cut Jimmy and Nick loose from the stake. After freeing them, she noticed the handcuffs.

"Did the gents do that to you, too?" Asked the woman, pointing at the chain. "No, this came from somewhere else, which is also composing to the long story. By the way, do you mind if we tag along? We have no place to go and we're pretty much guideless. If you do, I'll explain everything on the way." Said Jimmy. "I hate to bring back more mouths to feed, but it would be nice to have some extra hands for work. Alright, you gents shall join me, but you have to help me carry some of this loot back to my hut, and I don't welcome hospitality to freeloaders!" "Your wish is our command, oh, uh, magnificent beefy one."

Jimmy took a bow to show gratitude, and then Nick did the same. Afterwards, she handed them an empty sack. The goal was to take enough stuff they could carry back home. Stealing is still wrong, but it makes a good payback to the hoods who nearly burned them alive.

"Nick?" "Yeah Jimmy?" "What was that back on the stake you were trying to tell me?" "I think I'll explain later. We got a lot of work ahead of us." "(I'm surprised you even care about work. Then again, that is one huge lady.)"

...........................

[*Late afternoon*]

After three hours of painfully dragging a heavy wheelbarrow uphill without a break, while the lady led them on her horse, their new boss decided they should camp out before it gets dark. She says it's dangerous to keep on at night, with all the animal predators and bandits running loose at that time. By tomorrow morning, they'll head straight up that road again. While Jimmy and Nick helped set up camp, the boy genius gave their full story like he promised. Surprised she didn't react the same way those hoods did.

"You fellows are telling me you're from another timeline far off into the future and was brought here by a fatal accident involving something you call a 'time machine?' And you two are trying to work your way back home with any methods you has't?" "Yup! If you don't believe us, please don't burn us at the stake." Said Nick "No no, it's good now. I believe ya. After the many strange, enchanted hoodoo and necromancy I put up with in my younger years, it all seems normal to me. I believed for a half minute you boys were witches, but then I realize, hags are much uglier. *To Jimmy* Your head, young man, certainly isn't proportioned right from any human being, but you're still easy to look at." "Th-thanks." Said Jimmy.

After that compliment she made, Nick tried his best not to let a slight giggle out.

"Well, that covers our campout! You boys did a marvelous job, and I couldn't have done it faster without your help! As a reward, I'm gonna treat you boys to a special supper! Just give me about an hour to fetch it."

She grabbed a bow and arrow, then headed forward into the woods, until Jimmy stopped her.

"WAIT! Pardon me, but I'm afraid we haven't properly greeted each other yet. We don't wanna come off as rude or anything. I'm James Neutron, but please, call me Jimmy. This is my... ...friend, Nick Dean." "Interesting names. I'm Diana. Just Diana. But please, you may call me Diana. Say, since we're talking about getting to know each other, care to give me your favorite foods so I could cook it for ya?" "No no no, we really don't wanna put you through the trouble, we're happy of what you serve us. Besides, if we told you, I doubt you would be able to find it out there." "Such modest children. Glad we all ran into each other."

After walking into the forest with the weapon on her back, Jimmy again asked for that word from Nick he's been waiting to hear.

"Now will you tell me, Nick?" "*Yawn* As much as I want to, I've just about used up the last of my energy on that wheelbarrow. How about letting me nap it out first?"

Nick laid his head down on a log, then passed out immediately.

..........................

[*That night*]

"Nick? Nick?"

Nick awakened by the sound of Jimmy's voice. It was dark, a fire lit the place, and Diana was fast asleep.

"Jimmy? What time is it?" "I can't tell without my watch, but according to celestial astronomy, based on the angle of the moon from an observer’s line of sight, I'd say about midnight." "Midnight, huh. I've been asleep for that long?" "I'll say. You were really knocked out there. I tried poking you several times, and you just laid there like you were dead. Your roasted canaries are just about cold by now." "(Roasted canaries?)"

Nick found a plate sitting in front of him, with a serving of two small fowls, sauteed vegetables, and some crusty bread. He was still a little drowsy from his long nap, so he was in no mood to eat.

"Aren't you gonna tell me now?" "Tell you what?" "Oh, c'mon! Don't you remember? You were gonna tell me why you choose to be apart from me at times! You were gonna explain this certain 'way' you feel about me that others would never understand! I don't want to hear it tomorrow, I don't want to hear it after breakfast, and I don't want to hear it by the time we get home! No more stalling! I wanna hear it now!" "Oh, that! I was just thinking, I'd love to know you better." "That's it? That can't be it, because I could've sworn I heard something else back there! What are you trying to hide, Nick? You know what? All day, you've been acting like... ...not you! Through fourth grade to fifth, this is not the Nick Dean I ever knew! Where do you get off pulling this sweet golden boy act? I want to know, Nick! Why are you being so nice to me?! When did you decide to start addressing me by my first name?! What do you want from me?! Were you apologizing to me on that stake just to get yourself out of a guilt trip before we die?!" "Can you shut up for a moment there, Jimmy? You're overreacting." "I'm overreacting-?!" "I said, shut up."

Nick tried to be nice to Jimmy all day, and he doesn't trust him. Who could blame the boy? Seeing Nick act like he's one of his best friends is very out of character for him. Trust can take some time, and Nick has only made truce with the boy genius for a day. He has to tell him the whole naked truth, but how is he gonna without revealing his romantic feelings?

"I MEAN it! I want to know you better! What could I want from you now, in a place we might spend until we reach adulthood?! I know, I wasn't being 'myself' all day, but may I clue you in on a little secret? That Nick you've been chained to for two whole days wasn't the real 'myself!' I acted that way on purpose, because we know damn well people would never let me live it down if I were your actual friend! Not only would they kick me off the pedestal, but I can also kiss my social life goodbye! Look at the difference between you and me! You're the nerd, and I'm the hottest punk in school! Other kids view upon us as pineapple and pizza, two food groups that don't mix!" "What's wrong with pineapple on pizza?" "I'm talking here, boy! I tried to act as obnoxious as possible, just to keep myself from becoming your friend! The truth is, Jimmy, I have always admired you! Carl and Sheen sure are lucky bastards to have a friend like you! You're smart! You're determined! You're very passionate! You make the coolest inventions I've ever set eyes on! Flying through town on a jetpack is hella more fun than shredding on a stupid skateboard! Most of all, I admire you for how strong you are. You're not afraid of being seen with that wheezing mango and Ultradork! No matter how many people kick you down, you always get right back up! I wish I can be that strong, where I can just ask you over to play some video games, or share the same table with you at the Candy Bar, but I know kids would never approve. I'd be the bullies' next target. You have your own living, while I'm just an insecure loser pretending to be someone else just to gain attention. I figured, since we're gonna be stuck this way, there might as well be some changes! I thought this would make the right opportunity to show you the real me! If you still don't believe me, then what's the point in trying to get along? We might as well not speak to each other!"

Jimmy was touched again, but this time he actually felt it. By the way Nick's tone and breathing came across to him, he sounded like he meant it this time. He wouldn't be lying if he wasn't this angry. Nick confessed everything he knew he'd regret saying, from how powerful he admits the boy genius is, to himself being nothing more than a fake. Jimmy has been admired by the most popular kid in school, and he never knew it. He acted like an asshole on purpose just for the sake of protecting his dignity. Nick would've made an excellent friend to Jimmy if humans weren't so judgmental. He called him smart, determined, passionate, and on top of that, he apologized for his actions earlier.

Jimmy has never been showered with compliments like that since... ...since.... Frankly, Jimmy doesn't recall ever receiving compliments like that, not from Carl, Sheen, or even Cindy. Nick offered him his friendship when he had no one, and he just blew it up in his face. Aside from being a nerd, it's Jimmy's arrogance and trust issues that's keeping him from making new friends. He focuses more on the worst of someone than looking at the positives. Sheen knew there was a way to redeem T and his alien brothers, even while Jimmy passed it on as ignorant. He refuses to acknowledge his own flaws, with all that pride heavily stored in his big head.

Jimmy hasn't been a good friend in general. He uses Carl as his guinea pig for dangerous experiments, he takes Sheen for granted, and despite how nice Libby was to him compared to Cindy, he showed little appreciation for her. After so much Carl and Sheen have done for him, the only thing Jimmy could do to repay them is with a couple of gizmos and gadgets from his lab. That's the nicest thing he's ever done. Real friends comfort each other, and stand with each other. He fixes their personal problems with science instead of common sense, and for most parts, he just neglects them. Meanwhile, Carl and Sheen once stayed up all night filling a survey so they would remain as Jimmy's friends. Back in kindergarten, they were the only two kids who not only sympathized with him, but accepted him as well. In spite of his antics, they never left his side. Moments where they have betrayed him, like laughing along with a crowd, or mocking him behind his back, is probably just their way of saying you deserve it. However long it might take to reach back home again, it'll get lonely eventually. Nick paid respect to him, and that's the thanks he gets.

"Actually, I may not be as strong as you think I am." Said Jimmy. "The hell you talking about?" Asked Nick. "I may get up and go again, but in reality, I'm scared what's to come ahead of me. My mind is on track of one thing, and that is success. Everyone looked down on my notions, laughed at me, just when I wanted to show them I could do something for the future. It has been my dream to become one of the most well known inventors, to change history, since birth. Science was just about the only major I was good at, and I wanted to at least be someone. However, because of how much I've been pushing myself for years to do greater, the overwhelm-ness gets to my head, leading me to forget the most important things in life. I care more about my work than my supportive friends. My big head, as a matter of expression by the way, has stopped me from making any new friends. Probably whether because I don't know who to trust, or they're not good enough for me. I stand up tall just to hide the fact that I'm afraid of falling into failure. You admitting you're wrong, something I rarely do, is such a powerful move, and I envy that." "Thanks. I guess." "I wish I could make up for my actions, not just with you, but with my friends back in the twenty first century. Hey, it's never too late to start now. Nick, I'm sorry for getting the wrong idea. I'm sorry for mislooking your plans. I'm sorry for being closed minded. I'm sorry for being so demanding. I'm sorry for not telling you about the installed security system. I'm sorry--" "Okay, little dude. That's enough. I get the picture. And yes, I forgive you. (Who could say no to those eyes?)" "And another thing: Let's say we start out fresh? As up today, consider yourself as a new friend, and I mean it this time. We move forward together, and we die trying together. What do you say, Nick?" "I'm not sure how to answer that. I'm still-- Ah, what the heck? Nice to meet you, little buddy!" "Right back atcha, pal!"

Jimmy and Nick then shared a good laugh together. From that moment on, Jimmy could feel a little bit of chemistry building on between him and Nick. It felt like the same electricity that occurred with Cindy, only this one sparked stronger. Nick was very opened to Jimmy. He showed him passion. He wasn't blind on his flaws. Nick was different from his other friends.

"And Jimmy?" "Hm?" "Is 'die trying' really part of the intention?"

#Jimmy Neutron #Boy Genius #Nick Dean #Cindy Vortex #Libby Folfax #Carl Wheezer #Sheen Estevez #Season 4 #fanfic #romance #adventure #TVverse #TVEE

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chainsawbettyloo · 6 years

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Title: Peach Time

Pairing: Momo / Thyme (Momo belongs to @cockismybusiness, and Thyme belongs to @takibert)

Rating: 18 +

Tags: PUNS, Blowjob, Fingering, Anal, Fluff

This is a commission for @cockismybusiness, who requested some fluffy pondside smut. I hope you like it cuz I had a blast writing it. I’ve fallen a bit in love with Momo and Thyme <3 And thank you very much for commissioning me!

Special thanks to @sinaminace for beta reading this for me! <3

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The urge proved to be too great, too massive for him to ignore. There simply didn’t exist enough strength within him to tell it no. He might be the mighty champion, supposedly capable of great, impossible means but there were even some things he could and did fall victim to. It wasn’t his fault, it was just a fact of life! When you’re in the water, is it not protocol that you send a gigantic splash towards whoever else is in the water with you? Simple, common fact. Or, at least, that’s what he told himself as he stood, laughing stupidly, unable to get any words out.

Thyme stood a couple paces away, the fluffy hair that obscured the upper half of his face now completely drenched, giving him a drowned rat look that positively tickled Momo’s funny bone. Smiling himself, little chuckles causing his broad shoulders to bounce minutely, he didn’t say anything but instead dipped one big hand into the water and sent a huge wave Momo’s way. Too distracted by his own giggles, he had no time to dodge. Gasping in surprise as he was suddenly drenched, Momo blew water out of his mouth, pushed hair out of his face and didn’t take a moment of hesitation before returning the splash with one of his own.

“Water you think you’re doing?” Thyme chuckled softly, expertly dodging a particularly large surge in one quick step and sending one back in the next.

“Shell we dance?” Momo coughed through a mouthful of water.

“You shore you’re up for it?”

“We’ll sea, won’t we?”

Snorting loudly, Thyme held his hands up in surrender but when Momo dropped his guard, smiling proudly in what appeared to be his triumphant victory, he rushed forward, wrapped his arms around Momo’s waist, easily lifted him up out of the water and fell backwards, submerging them both. Not given the adequate time to react, water went up his nose but, making up a little for that discomfort, Thyme’s delighted, probably would be chuckling that quiet, rusty laugh of his if he was above water, face right in front of his. Warm, confident hands on his back pulled him in close, Thyme’s joyful blue gaze holding him enraptured, then a soft kiss was pressed against his lips. Bubbles danced around him, picking up the dappled streams of sunlight coming in from above. Finally running completely out of air, Momo gave a hard kick of his legs, untangling himself from Thyme’s hold. Shooting back up, gracelessly breaking the water’s surface, Momo sputtered, wildly shaking his head and turned a disapproving eye towards Thyme when he came back up as well.

“That was unnecessary.” He pouted, not really that agitated or annoyed but still not entirely pleased.

“I found it very necesseary.”

“Puns won’t get you out of this one, mister.” Momo replied, desperately trying to keep a smile off his face.

“You shore about that?” Thyme offered with a small, teasing grin.

“I already used that one.”

“Well, guess I’ll just have to switch to other means.”

Slipping closer, cupping Momo’s wet cheeks in his large, calloused hands, Thyme leaned down, first gently bumping their noses together before pressing a warm, soft kiss against his lips. Exhaling slowly, snaking his arms around Thyme’s strong, sturdy waist, Momo pressed up into the kiss, melting into his touch, opening his mouth slightly so that Thyme could slip his tongue inside. Shuddering slightly as Thyme’s unique flavor spread throughout his mouth, Momo let his hands roam over the expanse of Thyme’s broad, scarred back, smoothing over the warm, wet skin, tracing the lines of long healed wounds with the tips of his fingers.

“You taste so good, Momo.” Thyme murmured. “I love your lips so much.”

Wrapping him up in a strong embrace, squeezing them tightly together, Thyme kissed anywhere he could reach, trailing lingering, burning, wanting kisses, accompanied with gentle nips, along the curve of his cheek, the line of his jaw, the sloping edge of his neck. Tilting his head to give Thyme better access, Momo shivered and bit his lip as pleasant, warm tingles raced along his skin. Still, the kisses were wonderful but weren’t really what he was interested in at that moment. Under the rippling surface of the water, pressing eagerly against his stomach, was Thyme’s very hot, very hard cock, just barely restrained by the soaked undergarments he wore. Not that he was any different. His own cock had been ready to go from the first kiss.

That was what he wanted. Stepping back, gently pulling away from Thyme’s embrace, he took hold of one his hands, and lead him back over to the shore. Underneath the thick fringe of hair that obscured the upper level of his face, there were bright splotches of pink. A happy, carefree smile was pulling at the corners of his mouth. A matching grin of his own spread across his face when he caught sight of that beautiful smile. There was perhaps nothing better than seeing Thyme grin like that. No, scratch that. There was nothing better. Carefully pushing him down onto the grassy land that surrounded the pond, Momo leaned down to capture his lips, pulling him into a firm, hungry kiss. Just as much as Thyme loved his lips, he loved Thyme’s as well. He could spend the rest of eternity, wrapped up in his arms, kissing him. He wouldn’t, though.

Mostly because there was other fun stuff to be done. Pulling away with a soft gasp, giggling (a bit pridefully) at the red in Thyme’s cheeks, Momo first pressed a kiss onto his chin, then several down the line of his neck. Moving downwards slowly, kissing a constant, patient path along Thyme’s chest and stomach, stroking, caressing and fondling the strong, scarred muscles underneath his palms, he made his way to the hem of his undergarments. Hooking his thumbs underneath the wet fabric, he tugged them down, releasing Thyme’s veiny, rock hard cock. It bounced out into the warm air, declaring itself proudly in front of Momo’s eyes. A jolt raced through Thyme’s body, followed by a soft gasp when Momo wrapped his fingers around the twitching length.

“Can I?” He asked, knowing he didn’t have too, that it was more than okay but still wanting to hear that verbal confirmation, wanting to hear Thyme say it.

“Yes, please.” Thyme breathed huskily, lifting his head and brushing away a thick lock of hair to look down at him with one vibrant, lust heated blue eye.

Needing no more prompting than that, Momo wasted no time. Kneeling down in the water, positioning himself between Thyme’s legs, hands resting on his hips, he pressed his tongue flat against the underside of his cock and dragged it slowly upwards until he reached the swollen head. Thyme sucked in a deep breath, then cried out softly when Momo wrapped his lips firmly around him, taking him into his hot, waiting mouth. Struggling to ignore his own erection, which was making its displeasure at being disregarded known, Momo swirled his tongue around the spongy head, gathering up the precum leaking from the slit and greedily swallowing it down before sinking down further, taking inch after inch of Thyme’s cock into his mouth. Licking, sucking, he drew it in deeper until his nose was resting in the curly mess of blond pubic hair.

There was no discomfort or need to gag. He had done this so many times that his throat was long trained to handle it. Thyme, on the other hand, was already a mess. Something about blowjobs always had him weak. Panting hard, his hips bucking, he slid his fingers through Momo’s hair, not pulling or pushing, just holding on as Momo slid back up, sucking on the hard flesh as he went, then plunged back down. Using his hands as leverage, as well as to keep Thyme from thrusting up into his mouth, he set a quick pace, steadily rising and falling, sucking hard, pausing every now and then to rub his tongue lovingly against the soft, hot head or along the lines of pulsing veins.

“Momo!” Thyme gasped, “Good, feels so good! Your tongue! Momo!”

Smiling around the dick in his mouth, feeling his chest swell with pride, a heady sensation of bliss swamping his brain, and dizzy with heat, Momo slowed down a little bit, letting Thyme feel every single inch sliding out of his warm, wet mouth then all the way back down, just as slowly, just as carefully. Over and over, he repeated the movement until Thyme was thrusting up against him, rolling his hips and breathing hard. Underneath his palms, the muscles in his thighs were tense and shivering. Glancing up, he was pleased to find Thyme’s head was thrown back, the cords in his neck standing out as he was overwhelmed by pleasure. Now that was what he liked seeing.

Figuring the teasing had gone on for long enough, Momo picked up the pace once more. Not bothering to swallow down the excess saliva pouring out of his mouth, he bobbed up and down, using his lips, tongue and a strong suction to bring Thyme closer and closer to orgasm. Pants, loud moans and gasps of his name, reassurances that it felt amazing, it felt incredible, that he wanted more rained down from above. The hands in his hair gripped tighter onto the loose, silky strands, holding on for dear life as Momo sucked.

“Stop!” Thyme suddenly cried out.

Immediately halting, Momo wrenched up, pulling off of Thyme’s cock and looking at him in alarm. At first, he was nervous that he had nicked him with his teeth or something but before he could ask what was the matter, Thyme sat up, gasping hard, face bright red, sweat standing out in clear droplets. Reaching forward, he pulled Momo into a quick kiss and whispered against his lips, “Can I come inside you?”

Eyes widening, a bolt of heat zipping down his spine, sending electric shocks through his veins, and ending in a hard, desperate twitch of his cock, Momo nodded mutely, scrambling up out of the water. Pushing Thyme back onto his back, he made quick work of getting his underpants off, throwing them aside without a second glance. Straddling his broad hips, breathing erratically, almost desperately hungry to have Thyme’s cock inside of him, he abruptly realized he had no lube. Groaning in exasperation, he jumped up, raced over to his pack and, instead of just going through it, and dumped everything out, quickly spotting the pot of lube lying amongst all the other trinkets, bits and bobbles, and trash that his bag held.

Snatching it up, he returned to his previous position, and was about to start prepping himself with Thyme took the pot from him. Staring up at him through thick locks of sun colored hair, practically devouring him with his gaze, he unscrewed the top, gathered up a generous amount of the sweet smelling lotion onto his fingers then reached around behind Momo, one hand gently cupping the plush globe of his ass while the other easily found his hole. Shuddering, a heated gasp falling from his lips as those fingers teased him, swirling, caressing, fondling, Momo pushed back, silently urging Thyme to not prolong the time his cock wasn’t inside him any further.

There was a soft, rusty chuckle from below him, “You’re so cute, Momo.”

Before he could respond, one of Thyme’s thick, lube coated fingers was pushing into him. After a few quick thrusts, it was joined by another, spreading the lube deeper into him, convincing his already lax muscles to relax even further. Rubbing against his sensitive insides, knowing just the right places to apply pressure, knowing where his sweet spots were and exploiting them gleefully, Momo, who already was all wound up, found himself already close to the verge of cumming. Heat, pleasure and pressure were building up in the base of his stomach. He wanted to be touched, to be taken. Not wanting to cum from fingers alone, he reached behind him to grab hold of Thyme’s wrist.

Sensing what Momo wanted, he pulled his fingers out with a lewd sucking noise, smiling hungrily, “Can you ride me? I want to see everything. I want to see your face as you cum, Momo.”

A shiver raced through him. He had been planning on riding him anyway but even if he hadn’t, there was no way he could say no to a request like that. If Thyme wanted to see, he was more than happy to show off. Gasping hard, sweat dripping into his eyes, he raised his hips, maneuvered the head of Thyme’s cock to his hole, and, without a breath of hesitation, sunk down onto it. A loud cry wrenched free from his lips as Thyme’s thick cock spread him open. Bracing his hands on Thyme’s sweaty, heaving chest, he began to bounce up and down, jerking his hips in an erratic motion, not really concerned with grace or dignity, all of his attention hyper focused on how good it felt, how Thyme’s cock seemed to know the same as his fingers - it found every place that made him shiver and gasp, knew just where to push and scrape against him.

“Momo! You’re so beautiful! I love you. I love you so much, Momo!” Thyme moaned, holding tightly onto Momo’s hips, thrusting up into him, driving his cock deeper inside. “It feels good, it feels so good, Momo! Does it feel good, Momo?”

“Feels...good!” Momo panted, pushing the words out through clenched teeth.

Wrapping his fingers around Momo’s twitching, dripping cock, Thyme began to stroke him in term with his thrusts, wrenching another cry out of him. Smiling, panting, his heavy lidded eyes hungrily taking in the sight of Momo riding him, Thyme asked breathlessly, “What feels good, Momo? Tell me, please. Tell me what feels good.”

“Your cock!” He cried, slamming down hard, nearly falling off when that produced an intense bolt of pleasure, “Your cock feels so good!”

Suddenly, he was yanked down, his chest thudding against Thyme’s, and his mouth was being greedily devoured. One hand still firmly gripping his ass while the other jerked him off between their smooshed together bodies, Thyme thrusted hard into him a couple more times before letting out a loud, muffled moan. Hips shaking, he sank his entire length inside, completely burying himself in Momo’s hole as he came. Hot jizz filled him up, coating his insides in a thick, viscous layer. A moment later, he was spending himself all over his and Thyme’s chest, back arching as his orgasm rushed up from his groin, singing along his spine, sending sparks flying through his nerves, before ending up in his head as intense burst of color and heat, then fading away to a tingling warmth that made him feel sleepy and content.

Slumping onto Thyme, panting hard, he gasped, “Okay, you’re forgiven for dunking me.”

A warm kiss was pressed against the tip of his nose, “You’re so cute.”

Kissing Thyme’s lips in return, he sighed, “We need a bath now.”

“Can we stay like this for a little longer?” Thyme asked, curling his arms firmly around Momo’s waist as though an affirmative answer had already been given.

Not wanting to move himself, despite the uncomfortable gooey feeling down below, Momo nodded, snuggled closer, breathing in, filling up his lungs with Thyme’s familiar, comforting scent. Lightly rubbing his fingers against the sparse patch of hair on his chest, he said softly, “After sex cuddling is definitely necesseary.”

Thyme snorted, buried his nose into Momo’s hair and murmured in return, “That’s for shore.”

#legend of zelda #cockismybusiness #commissions #linksonaparty

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softboywriting · 7 years

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Heal Me // Doctor!Shawn (A Soulmate AU) Part 4

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

“Why didn’t you go to your appointment today?” Shawn asks as he walks into your bedroom. No, it’s not yours. It’s the guest room. You were his guest. “I asked if you needed a ride and you said you had one. Why didn’t you go?” He sounds angry? Concerned? Upset?

“My ride fell through. I was going to reschedule but-”

“You didn’t reschedule right away? Did you call and say you weren’t going to make it?” His arms are crossed and he’s standing, weight shifted to the left, a very defensive pose. Why was he getting all upset? It wasn’t as if you weren’t living with a medical professional who kept tabs on you every day. It wasn’t like it was a big deal that some other doctor didn’t get to look at your leg. Shawn was more than enough, you thought.

“Shawn, I called but they had no openings this week. I said I would call back tomorrow after I found out when you would be available to take me,” you speak calmly, voice soft and level as to not irritate him any further. “My sister’s car was hit by a snow plow. She won’t be taking me anywhere for a while.”

“Oh,” Shawn runs a hand through his hair and sighs. He paces just inside the doorway, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. “Sorry I snapped at you. It’s been a long day, I shouldn’t make excuses though. I should have let you finish talking.” He looks over at you and you just smile a little at him. It was interesting, getting to see what he was like when he wasn’t actively trying to be perfect. “I can take you whenever. I don’t have any meetings and I’ll just be doing early morning rotations in the ER on Monday and Wednesday. The rest of the week I’m going to be working over nights as a back up in the trauma ward.”

“I hate over nights,” you mumble.

Shawn smirks and takes a step toward you. “You hate overnights because.....?”

You shrug. There was no way you were going to tell him it was because you hated being alone in his house at night. That you would miss him making you tea before bed and watching Cake Boss reruns until it was after midnight. Because that was becoming a thing you really enjoyed. “They just suck,” you say and he laughs.

“You’re not the one that has to work them!” He comes over and sits down next to you on the bed. “I think you hate them because you’ll miss me.”

“Yeah right.” You roll your eyes. The pink tint to your cheeks gives you away though. He knows you like him. “What is there to miss?”

He looks appalled. “Uh, excuse me, I am very missable.”

“Hmm, I don’t see where.” You look at him and then look around him and laugh, “Yeah, you’re too big to miss.”

“Not what I meant,” he groans and you giggle, knowing you’re getting under his skin. “You’re such a little shit.” You smile big and he pushes you back on the bed, falling back to lay with you. “For real. Why don’t you like my overnights?”

“It’s weird being alone in a place that isn’t mine.”

Shawn looks over and you’re looking up at the ceiling. He bumps his hand against yours and you clench your jaw, tamping down a little squeal of excitement that nearly escaped you. “It could be your place. If you wanted.”

“Are you asking me to move in?” Your heart is racing. This is a little crazy. No. This is a lot crazy. Sure, you really liked Shawn’s place and you really liked spending time with him and talking to him. But moving in, like for real? That was some advanced relationship level stuff. Not two and a half weeks stuff. The idea seems crazy logically but your heart says it’s perfect and you want nothing more than to wake up and see him every day. You think it must be because you know he’s your soulmate and you must be projecting your dreams on to him. This sort of thing doesn’t happen and doesn’t work out. You realize he hasn’t replied and you’ve been lost in your own thoughts. “Shawn?”

“I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t know what I was thinking.” He covers his face with his hand that isn’t touching yours.

You hook your pinky finger with his and he lifts his head to look down at your hands together. “It’s okay. You just got caught up in the moment.”

“Isn’t that when the truth really comes out?” he asks quietly.

“Might be.” You look over and he’s staring at you, a smile on his face. He looks so cute like this, so boyish, not at all like the grown ass drop dead gorgeous doctor he really was. It makes you feel like you have butterflies in your stomach, knowing that this was something you would get to see as often as you liked if you were a couple.

Shawn curls his pinky into yours and says, “We should take a look at that leg, since you missed your appointment and all.”

You wake up in the middle of the night a few days later. The power is out and you can tell by the eerie silence in the house. No background hum of the furnace, no quiet hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, nothing but dead air filling every room. It’s strange, the noises you are used to hearing when you think things are actually quiet. You sit up and look around the room, it’s dark but not pitch black, the lights outside reflecting off the snow outside creates a dim glow about the bedroom. There’s a storm going on and it’s loud. The winds practically roaring around the trees and homes, snow flying every which way. Whether it's falling from the sky, being kicked up off the ground or falling from rooftops, you couldn’t tell. Everything was white as far as you could see out the window from the bed.

“Are you awake?” you hear Shawn ask from just beyond your door. He pushes it open and walks in, careful not to trip on his own two feet. “Do you know how long it’s been out?” he asks.

You shake your head. “I just got up. I think the wind woke me up.” The window rattles violently and you jump, gripping the blankets, eyes snapping to it. Shawn walks over and makes sure the lock is tight, pushing it in hard and flipping down the little locking mechanism on top. The last thing anyone needed was a window blowing open in a storm like this. “Do you think the basement would be warmer?” you ask as he turns to you.

“Definitely. We should get down there before it gets too cold up here. The couch has a pull out bed in the den,” Shawn says and comes to stand beside the bed. “I’ll have to carry you down.”

“O-oh. I’m sure I could make it if I scooted down the steps?”

“I am not letting you scoot down the stairs in the dark. Speaking of which, I need to get some flashlights for us, my phone isn’t bright enough. Stay here.”

You laugh and throw your hands up comically, “Oh yeah, cuz I’m gonna get up and walk away.”

Shawn laughs and leaves the room to go get some flashlights from a utility drawer. He returns with a bag of candles and a single flashlight. “I swear I have five flashlights somewhere but of course I can only find one.” He tosses it to you and you flip it on. It’s one of those really bright LED bar light kind. It illuminates a good portion of the room. Shawn hands you the bag of candles and stands beside you.

“Are you going to be able to lift me?” you ask nervously as his arm comes around your back. “I’m not like super light or anyTHING!” He lifts you up with ease, surprising you, one arm around your back and the other under your knees. You’re pressed against his chest and holding the light down against your stomach. You lay your head against his shoulder. It feels so intimate and you lose yourself in the moment until-

“The light, honey,” Shawn says softly and you lift the light up. “Thanks, wouldn’t want to accidentally drop you.”

“Y-yeah.”

Shawn carries you out of the guest room and to the living room where the door to the basement was. He’s careful as he steps down each stair and you hold on to him, arms around his neck, fearing he could accidentally lose his footing at any moment and send you sprawling. Twelve suspenseful steps later and you’re in the basement. It’s still very warm and from what you can see it’s spacious, fully finished, and it looks like another living room but slightly smaller. There are two doors on the left of the staircase and another along the far wall. “There’s a bathroom down here, so we don’t have to worry about making a trip upstairs for that,” Shawn says as he carries you into the room.

“I hope the storm passes soon,” you say as Shawn lays you down carefully on the couch. He hums in agreement as he starts setting up candles all over and lighting them with a lighter he had in the bag as well. Soon the room is bathed in a soft orange glow and Shawn turns the flashlight off, setting it on the coffee table he dragged aside so he could pull out the bed from the secondary couch.

“Do you mind sharing the bed with me?” he asks as he locks the legs of the fold out bed in place. He goes to one of the doors beside the stairs, a closet it seems, and pulls some blankets and pillows out of it.

“I don’t think so? Why would I?” You are glad he can’t see your face as you say this. It would have given you away so hard. Of course you would mind. He was huge and cuddly and he smelled good and he was everything you ever dreamed of. How could you not mind?

“You’re not worried about me bumping your leg?” Oh. There was that. He comes over to you after a moment and squats down in front of you on the floor. “I wouldn’t want to accidentally kick it and have you be in pain.”

The way the light reflects off his skin makes him look otherworldly. He’s all soft looking with his dark eyes, tousled dark hair, and cute concerned look upon his face and he stares up at you. “I think I’ll be alright. You wrapped it really well. I haven’t had any problems.”

Shawn nods and hums. The next thing you know he wraps his hands around your thigh, well, mostly around your thigh, and he’s looking up at you. “How’s it feel?” he asks and you can almost see his cheeks flush bright red as he realizes what he’s said to you and how suggestive it sounded. “I mean your leg. Is it cold?”

You wiggle your toes a little, trying to get a sense of how it felt. “Um, I’m not sure? I’m a little chilly all over?”

“Do you mind if I-” Shawn lifts the hem of your borrowed sleep pants. They’re a pair of his and they’re really loose around your legs. You nod, letting him lift the pant leg up over your cast, bunching it up around your mid thigh. He slides his hand over your knee and cups the bit of your calf that isn’t covered with bandages. “It’s pretty cold. Do you mind if I try to get the blood circulating a bit?”

You aren’t sure how much blood he’s going to get to circulate because you’re pretty sure it’s all run to your face and between your legs. The way his hand was resting on your thigh and the other one around your calf had you so turned on you couldn’t think straight. “Can it be cold?”

“I would prefer it wasn’t. I don’t want to have any circulatory problems with it if it gets too cold. That’s the last thing you need. I asked if you wouldn’t mind because what I want to do may seem a little intimate.”

“I- uh...what are you going to do?

Shawn slides your pant leg back down over your cast and then puts his hands on your leg. “I’ll need to massage your thigh, stroking downward toward your knee. I might massage up here too,” he touches your hip and the side of your pelvic bone,” I promise, no funny business.”

“I know. Alright, go ahead.”

Shawn picks you up bridal style again and moves you to the couch bed. It’s almost like a dream the way the candles are lighting up the room, Shawn is laying you on the bed, his hands soon to be all over you. If this was your honeymoon, you might have died. But it wasn’t. It was a snowstorm and your leg was getting colder by the second. “Let me know if I hurt you,” he says, kneeling on the bed next to you and putting his hands around your thigh. He strokes downward, applying light pressure and then goes back to the top and starts again. He does this over and over again, his fingers coming close to the heat between your legs. There is no way he doesn’t feel how hot you are for him.

“Does it feel better?” he asks.

“Y-yeah?”

Shawn slides his hands up, fingers rubbing gently down your hip and your groin to your leg. You let out a soft moan and he freezes, hands on your hip. “Did that hurt?”

“N-no. I think it’s fine. You can stop.”

“Oh,” he says and you can hear the smirk in his voice. “Oh I see. I’m sorry I should have realized you might get turned on.”

You flush red with embarrassment. He can’t tell in the dim light, but you hide your face anyways. “I should get some sleep,” you mumble into the pillow you’ve put over your face. “Goodnight.” You roll on your side and try to ignore Shawn as he crawls to the other side of the bed and pulls a blanket up over the two of you. He chuckles and you groan softly into the pillow.

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winchester-with-wings · 7 years

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Black Eyes & Red Leather (Part 10)

~ The Flash / Supernatural Crossover Series ~

Request by @none-of-this-makes-any-sense : Okay so could you do a crossover where the reader is Barry’s gf who is really shy but then gets possessed by a demon… [I have redacted the rest of the request cuz of spoilers hehe]

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Summary: You (and Roxanne) have your way with Barry. Smutty mcsmut-smut

Pairing: Reader x Barry Allen, Demon!Reader x Barry Allen

Word Count:

A/N: This is in Barry’s POV! Smutty smut-smut!

Warnings: Reader is a bit Dom since Roxy is guiding her actions and in control.

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Barry wakes up to a dark room in the middle of the night, unable to move. The curtains are drawn and the lights are dimmed.

It takes him a moment to come out of his sleepy daze but when he does, he realizes he's been tied up. Bound to the bed by meta handcuffs and his best ties around his ankles.

His heart starts pounding out of his chest as he tries to get loose. Who could have done this!? Last thing he remembered was watching TV in bed and falling asleep with Y/N next to him. Oh god, where is Y/N?! Barry panics, tugging at the cuff. He tries to phase through them but he can't. He doesn't have his speed. Did that meta track down Y/N? What does she want with his girlfriend?!

Barry cranes his neck to look around the room. He's wearing nothing but his boxers and the longer he struggles against his restraints, his skin starts to develop a thin sheen of sweat.

“Stop. You're going to hurt yourself.”

Barry freezes when he hears Y/N’s voice. It's perfectly calm except for maybe a small hint of concern for his safety.

He release a huge sigh of relief when he sees her leaning in the doorway, completely alone.

“Y/N, what's going on? Did you tie me up? Why?”

“I wanted to have fun with you, baby,” she pouts and approaches the bed. Barry takes in the sight of his girlfriend is sexy black lingerie that he's never seen before. She's holding a lit candle in her hand. “I want to try something fun and new...are you game?” She's nibbling on her lower lip. It’s so sexy that all Barry can do is groan and shift his hips on the bed.

The realization that there's no danger gives way for his immediate arousal. He's never experienced this before. Y/N had certainly never mentioned bondage on her list of sexual interests, much less that she had a list at all. As far as he knew, she was a soft and sweet as vanilla could get.

“Yeah, I am,” he breathes. She smiles and it's the cute little excited smile that he knows and loves.

“Good!”

“What are you wearing?” Barry looks her up and down. His stomach flips and tightens with arousal. He knows that the blood is leaving his head. He grinds his teeth; he's never felt this hot and helpless.

Y/N drags her red fingernails across her cleavage and along the curvy side of her body. Fuck, he wants to touch her.

“Do you like it?”

“Fuck yeah,” Barry growls, dramatically tugging at the handcuffs. “What are you going to do with that candle?” He gestures with his eyes at the large black candle. It looks like the candle itself is a warm amber color. The container it's in is flack black like a chalkboard. In chalk, Y/N has written “Hot & Sexy” and “For Barry's body only.” The rim of the container is curved into a spout.

“We're about to begin Barry. No more talking unless I say so. And I'll be the one asking the questions.” It almost sounds sinister and it sends a chill through his body. Y/N notices his goosebumps and she smiles wickedly. She crawls onto the bed beside him, staying on her knees. “You'll like this; it'll warm you up.”

“Wait, Y/N, I don't know if I want that. I don't want hot wax on me,” Barry manages to rattle off as she holds the candle above him.

“I said no talking,” Y/N hisses. Barry thinks it must be a trick of the light in the room but her eyes seem to flash black for half a second. “It's not wax. It’s oil. Massage oil. Just relax,” she sighs. Still, Barry tenses up as she tips the candle and the oil drips onto his stomach. It's hot but tolerable; definitely not wax. She hums with pleasure. “See? It's not so bad.” She continues to drip the oil over his stomach and chest. When she's decided it’s enough, she puts the candle on the bedside table. She nibbles on her lower lip and keeps eye contact with Barry as she crawls between his legs and starts tugging on his boxers. She can't remove them completely until she unties his legs.

“If I untie your legs, you still can't move. Understand?”

“Yes,” Barry replies obediently.

As she removes his boxers, his dick breaks free and slaps against his stomach. He's so hard he's throbbing, and all he wants is his girlfriend's hot walls clenching around him. But Y/N is wearing a thong and shows no intention of giving him what he wants just yet.

“Love this cock,” Y/N moans, sliding a finger along the underside of him. She licks a cool and wet line up the same spot, along one of the veins. Barry's foot twitches and his eyes close for a second. Fuck! Y/N never talks like this. This isn't how she teases either.

Y/N doesn't forget about the oil on his body. It's still warm. She slides her hands through the massage oil, spreading the warmth and vanilla fragrance.

“Central City's hero needs to be pampered. Worshipped. All those sore muscles, you must get so tired,” Y/N muses in a seductive voice. She rubs him down, massaging his pecs and abs and even his biceps, straining against being held up by the cuffs. Y/N comes so close to his face when she massages his arms. He wants to kiss her but she only teases his lips with a quick flick of her tongue. The massage oils rubs into his skin until it’s gone, like a lotion.

She pulls away and sits up on her knees, still between his legs. She slides her hands down his body, wipes her hands clean on her thighs and then takes his dick into her grasp.

She wraps her lips around his cockhead and circles the tip with her tongue. After a few short bobs down his length, slicking him up, she takes him deep until he hits the back of her throat. Barry flinches, loving the sensation but hoping Y/N isn't pushing herself too far. She fights the gag reflex with ease and comes back up for air, dragging her tongue along his length. She smiles at him as she wraps her hands around him. One hand cups his balls and the other starts pumping him up and down. He's so wet with her spit that her fist slides up and down at a relentless pace. She tightens her grip as she passes over his head, simulating what he can only describe as a tight hole.

Barry groans, fighting the urge to let his head fall back so that he can maintain eye contact with Y/N. She squeezes and twists gently, working his dick and watching for his reactions. He's always liked how Y/N gives him a handjob but this is new and different.

“You like that babe?” she asks in a raspy whisper. Barry's legs start to shake. He's trembling with pleasure. He can already feel himself close to the edge.

“Fuck yes,” he moans. Barry notices just before wincing his eyes shut, that Y/N is wearing the ruby promise ring he gave her. God the sight of that ring...on a hand...wrapped around his dick...reminding him that Y/N is all his… it's so hot! “M’gonna come,” he whimpers. Y/N’s hand stops.

“No. You don't get to come until I say so,” she commands. One quick little kitten lick on the tip of his dick and then she's crawling up his body. She stops when her clothed sex is right over his dick. She rubs herself against him. He can feel how wet she is through the fabric; it's drenched.

Barry's moan is stuck in his throat where she starts sucking and biting.

“Oh my god,” Barry gasps and chuckles, surprised by her teeth grazing him. She doesn’t usually bite him.

“Do you like that?” she asks in a husky whisper.

“Yeah,” Barry chuckles again. “It’s different.” She resumes biting and sucking a mark into his throat.

“Show everyone that you belong to me,” she purrs.

“There's no question, Y/N. I'm yours,” Barry murmurs as she nips at his earlobe.

“Good,” she punctuates the word with a hard pop, pulling her mouth away from what is no doubt a dark-purple mark. She leans back on her knees for a moment to remove her thong. “Let's see good you are without your powers, Barry.” She starts climbing over his body again, getting higher and higher. Is she doing what Barry thinks she's doing?

Yep.

Her knees frame either side of his head, boxing him in and bringing him “face to face” with her wet core. They've never done this position before. Barry accepts the challenge eagerly as she practically sits on his face. His laps at her juices, licking around her entrance and clit, never making contact, not yet.

“Mmm, yeah Barry, stick your tongue inside me. It's more work when you can't vibrate, huh?” she goads him. Barry nips at the inside of her thigh in response. She flinches and laughs, sinking lower so that he can no longer move his head and bite her. Barry's tongue flicks at her swollen clit. It's a hot little button that nearly jolts her out of her seated position. Barry gets off knowing that he can turn her on so well without his powers. He knew he would though. As she starts grinding back and forth, riding his face, Barry sucks on her clit a few times before delving inside. He thrusts his tongue inside her, probing and exploring her tight and responsive entrance.

“Ohh…” she moans, “fuck yeah. Make me come on your tongue, baby!” she demands. Barry dips his tongue inside her a few more times until he flattens it against her sex. She grinds against tongue, his breath is hot and he curls just the tip of his tongue to catch on her clit or entrance. Y/N grabs onto the headboard as she rides harder and harder until she comes, her taste on his tongue “Fuck,” she hisses. Her body is shaking and she rises up to hover above Barry so that he can look up at her. “Mmm.” Her smile is blissful.

She starts moving to get lower in the bed, allowing fresh cool air to get to Barry's face. She strokes his dick.

“You're still so hard. Good.” Y/N starts to remove the rest her lingerie. It's bittersweet, but Barry has to admit to himself that it's been far too long since he'd seen his girlfriend's naked figure.

She's perfect. Her skin is so smooth and glistening. Her tits are perky and tight. Her nipples are perfect little buds that he desperately wants to lick and tease.

But Y/N has a different idea. She strokes him a few more times before straddling him and raising her hips to hover over him.

“Wait, don't you want a condom?”

“I'm on birth control, babe. You know that.” And yes he does, but she usually preferred condoms for the mess. She continues to sink down onto him. Without his fingers to stretch her, Y/N is tight like a vice but so wet and ready to accept him.

“Take off the handcuffs,” Barry moans, wishing desperately to touch his girlfriend's flesh and guide her up and down his dick.

“Didn't I say you weren't allowed to talk unless spoken to?” Her eyes are closed and her head lulls to the side like he was tool for her pleasure. Barry bends his knees and plants his feet on the bed. He thrusts up into her, going deep and stealing her breath away. She gasps and Barry chuckles. “Oh? You want it harder?” She doesn't give him a chance to respond.

She plants her hands on his chest, bracing herself and then starts to ride him, nearly pulling him out all the way and then pushing down hard. Each grind adds friction against her clit and the angle of his dick is perfect.

She comes again without warning, her fingers curl and her nails dig into his skin. Her back arches and she tosses her head back, her hair is wild and she looks like a siren; a villain he would surely lose to any day. Her walls clench around him and the sensation is intense and perfect. He approaches the edge again and warns her again.

“Then come. Come, Barry. Come inside me. I want to feel you pumping all that inside me.”

“What?” Barry gasps. He's never done that without a condom. “Are you sure?” There's little risk since she's on birth control, but still...

“Yes! Give it to me, Flash.” She reaches behind herself and starts to massage his balls again. She bounces up and down a few more times and Barry plummets over the edge, spilling himself inside the woman he loves. He yanks hard at the handcuffs, hips rising off the bed.

“Mmmph, shit Y/N please take these cuffs off. Please,” he moans.

“Ohh, I like it when you beg,” Y/N purrs. She leans forward and undoes them with ease; the key was around her wrist the whole time.

The second he's free, Barry grabs onto her and rolls her over. He's still trembling with his own orgasm, his whole body is humming and glowing with his happy vibration.

“What has gotten into you?” Barry repeats his question from their last tousle at the station. He chuckles breathlessly and Y/N smirks.

“Besides you? I thought we could liven things up in the bedroom, that's all.” She smacks Barry's ass and laughs.

The bruises on his wrists from the handcuffs healed easily thanks to Barry's metabolism. The hickey on the other hand...that would take another day. He'd never had a hickey in such a visible place before! He tried to use some of Y/N’s makeup to cover it up but it was still noticeable. Barry wore one of his jackets with a small collar in hopes that it would hide it.

Caitlin, being the vigilant doctor that she is, points it out within five minutes of Barry entering the cortex.

“What happened to you?” she asks, before realizing it was a hickey. Then she starts laughing. Iris and Cisco get a good look at it and grin; Harry takes a peek but pretends he's got more important stuff to do.

“Did Y/N do that to you?” Cait asks.

“It better have been,” Iris warns him. Barry rolls his eyes.

“Um, where is Y/N, by the way?” Cisco asks. Barry waves off all the questions.

“She's at work. And yes, she gave me the hickey. She's my girlfriend, should it really be such a surprise?”

“Uh, I never figured her for a hickey-giving girl,” Harry responds without looking away from the board in front of him. At the ensuing silence, he turns around to see all eyes on him. “Well, not that I think about that. She's just so shy...usually.”

“Yeah...usually…” Barry trails off, rubbing at his neck, the other side of it.

“What's wrong, Barr?” Iris asks, reading him like an open book.

“There's just something...off about her...ever since she came back,” Barry finally voices his concerns.

“Well Barry, you can't expect her to bounce back from being kidnapped so fast,” Caitlin points out, likely remembering her own time with Zoom.

“Yeah, I guess,” Barry concedes.

“Well what's off about her?”

“Well, uh, she handcuffed me to the bed…” he says under his breath.

“Nice!” Cisco congratulates him.

“Well she, like, dominated me. Told me what to do. She's never done that before.”

“What's wrong, Barry? Can't take a little constructive criticism in the bedroom?” Iris teases and he rolls his eyes.

“No, no, wait, Barry is onto something. There is something wrong with her,” Cisco interrupts. He walks over to Caitlin’s desk to look over her shoulder at the computer.

“Really?” Barry is surprised to have his suspicions confirmed.

“I vibed something off of her the other day. It was weird. Black smoke, black eyes, a bunch of other people with black eyes…” Cisco snaps his fingers, “One of them was the guy from the security footage.” He points to a picture of the man on the wall where the hunt for Y/N had begun. “Something’s wrong. I don’t think we really saved her from that meta. Either it changed her or it’s still with her. I had Cait run some tests on the blood she took from Y/N when she came back to see if anything is out of the ordinary.” When Y/N had returned, she’d gone through a quick check up and physical with Caitlin.

“And is there...something wrong?” Barry asks around a lump in his throat.

“Maybe...but I don’t understand it,” Caitlin frowns and turns the screen towards Barry for his inspection. There was some foreign substance in her blood and skin cells. Just as Barry starts to truly examine it, the security sensor goes off.

“There’s someone at the...front door?” Iris observes as she walks over to shut off the sensor and bring up the S.T.A.R. Labs security footage. “That’s weird. Um...were we expecting two tall dark and handsomes?” Everyone comes over to look at the live cam where two men in suits are standing at the entrance to the lab. They press the buzzer that’s there for vendors.

“Hello? Anyone there?” The taller man with long brown hair speaks into the intercom.

“Yes,” Cisco clears his throat and speaks into a speaker. “What can I do for you?”

“Yeah! Hi! I’m Agent Cobain and this is my partner, Agent Grohl. We’re from the FBI. We had a few questions and were wondering if you were able to talk?”

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narika-a · 7 years

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Which one?

||| Anon asked: if you do smut can you make one about how jackson of got7 and jhope of bts have a crush on you and want you to choose one to date but you cant so they help you decide |||

Hoseok x Reader x Jackson

Genre: Smut, fluff

Word count: 1,739

You have known both of them since high school and somehow managed to stay friends for a long time. But lately something has been going on between them, they wouldn’t stay in the same room as the other and Hoseok became really clingy and protective while Jackson tried to keep you all to himself. Their behaviour and constant nagging started to really annoy you so you decided to ignore them for a few days till they stop acting like children. What you didn’t expect was to see them fighting outside your college. When you walked out you saw a huge crowd and heard people screaming and cheering, you decide to check out what was happening as well. When you approached the circle people have made and saw that the ones who were fighting were no other than Hoseok and Jackson you became so angry.

“What do you think you are doing? Especially here at all places!”

When they heard you shouting they immediately stopped and looked up to meet your gaze.

“I, we-“ Hoseok began.

“He was actually the one who started this.” Jackson finished.

“I was not you fuck-“

“I don’t want to hear your excuses.” you said grabbing their hands. “Come with me.”

You dragged them to your apartment and despite their protests made them sit on the couch.

“So I not talk to you for a day and you come fighting in my college.” you stated searching for the med kit. “What were you thinking?”

They were silent. You grabbed the kit and crouched in front of Hoseok.

“This is going to sting.” you told him pressing a cotton pad with disinfectant on his face.

“Aish. I don’t need this.”

“Yes you do. You both look horrible.” you said glancing between them. “What’s up with you lately?”

They didn’t answer this question either. When you were all done with Hoseok you came up to Jackson. You were about to clean up his face when he grabbed your hand.

“What?” you asked.

“We need to talk to you about something.”

“We?”

“Yes we, as in me and Hoseok.”

“Okay.” you said putting the med kit down. “Then talk.”

You saw how Jackson looked at Hoseok and then back at you.

“Lately-“ Jackson began.

“I think I’m in love with you.” Hoseok interrupted.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Is this some kind of joke?” you looked at Jackson for some reassurance but found none.

“And that’s the thing we wanted to talk to you about, because you see, oh fuck this is awkward, I think I like you too.”

“Are you being serious right now?” you asked trying not to laugh. “I need something to drink.”

You went to the kitchen and could feel how their eyes followed. If they are telling the truth than all of that strange behaviour was because of you. No, no, no. They can’t have these types of feeling you have been friends for too long. You searched your bar and took the bottle with the highest percentage. After drinking a few shots you looked up and saw Jackson.

“Maybe you should slow down on this.” he said trying to take the bottle from you.

“How about no.” you stated pouring another shot.

“Look, Y/N, the thing we wanted to talk to you about was that we would like you to choose.” Hoseok explained walking into the kitchen.

“Neither.” you said taking another shot.

“Come on don’t be like that, we know you must also feel something.”

You tried to glare at him but deep down you knew he was telling the truth.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t.” you said raising another shot to your mouth. This time however you were stopped.

“What if we help you decide?” Jackson asked.

You were about to ask what does he mean when Hoseok suddenly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you protested.

“Helping you decide.” he replied.

“Put down.”

“As you wish.” he said throwing you onto the bed.

You wanted to know what they came up with but before you could realize Hoseok pulled you up and kissed you. His lips were soft and warm but you two were interrupted by Jackson walking in.

“Whoa, whoa not so fast cowboy!” he said pulling Hoseok off of you.

To say that you were shocked was an understatement and maybe it was the alcohol but you were completely lost as to what is going on.

“Could you two finally explain?”

“We make you feel good and the one who does it better get’s to keep you.”

You just looked at them in disbelief. Are they really suggesting you have sex with them. But you were already considering it. You bit down on your lip. Yes, you have known them for a long time and yes, both of them are extremely attractive. After a moment of silence you decided.

“Okay.” you said.

“Really?” they couldn’t believe you.

You stood up and went to the closet to get undressed.

“Let us help you with that.” Jackson said pushing you down on the bed again. His strong hands quickly removed your shirt and your jeans and to their delight you were only in your lingerie.

“So how do we do this?” Jackson asked Hoseok.

“Both?”

“Both? Yeah, I think both is good.” he replied taking his shirt off, exposing his muscular chest which you couldn’t help but feel.

“Like what you see?” he smirked.

You noticed how Hoseok pulled lube out of nowhere.

“Wait a second, I didn’t agree to this.”

“Oh I think you did.” this time it was Hoseok who slipped off your panties and took your bra.

“Look at that!” he whistled and your cheeks started to burn.

“Let’s get you ready.” he said pouring lube over his fingers.

He massaged around your other entrance and slowly put a finger in to which you flinched.

“Careful.” Jackson said.

“I know what I’m doing, she’s just so tight. Have you never been fucked this way before?” to which you nodded.

“How exciting! There is always first time for everything.” he cooed starting to finger you.

You looked to the side and called Jackson over. You commanded him to take of his pants and then slowly pulled down his boxers to reveal his erection.

“I don’t want you to feel lonely.” you breathed pressing your lips at the tip. You started kissing his erection up and down until finally taking him in. You swirled you tongue around it making him cry out.

“Oh shit, Y/N. Don’t stop.”

You could feel Hoseok pouring more lube and sliding a second finger in which made you gasp. Trying to focus back on Jackson you decide to use both your hands and your mouth. You could hear your hole beginning to make sloppy sounds to which Hoseok put his third finger in. You moaned and stopped for a second to get some air. When you began sucking him off again you heard how Jackson’s breathing became uneven.

“Oh fuck. I’m coming!” Jackson cried out. You decided to swallow so you could feel what he tastes like. Jackson came down to your eye level and kissed you passionately and deeply before crashing onto the bed.

You fell down besides him and as you did you felt how Hoseok pulled the fingers out and tugged you closer to him.

“Now it’s finally my turn.” he said taking his dick out and making sure to lube it.

He positioned himself and slowly pushed himself in. You put your arms around his neck and started to leave small kisses along it. He looked at you and bit down on your bottom lip. Hoseok was starting to set a pace and you couldn’t help but moan.

“Gosh, you’re so sexy.” he breathed out and kissed you lusciously.

You were panting heavily when all of a sudden Hoseok stopped and pulled out.

“Agh, no don’t stop.” you pleaded.

“You look so cute when you’re begging.” Jackson said taking you into his arms and making you sit on him. “You see, I also want a piece of you and I’m pretty sure you’re already wet down here.” he said caressing your clit.

You didn’t expect for his touch to feel this good so you fell over him. He kissed softly and lifted you up, above his dick.

“Do you need help with that?” you quickly realize what he was asking for and positioned his erection for a smooth entry. You couldn’t wait any longer and just sank down his cock. Jackson groaned. He didn’t expect you to be this fast. He put his hands on your ass and pushed you down deeper which made you gasp. He started rocking his hips and pressed your foreheads together to keep eye contact.

At this point Hoseok came for you again from behind. He slammed hard into you which made you cry out of pleasure and dig your nails into Jacksons shoulders.

Both of them managed to synchronize their pace which made you a moaning mess. Jackson bit down on your neck and sucked hard which left you a big purple hickey.

“Jackson.” you stuttered. “Don’t.”

“I have to mark you as mine.” he replied leaving more hickeys.

“That’s not fair. Then I should leave one as well.” Hoseok husked. Leaving marks on your shoulder from behind.

You could feel electricity going through your whole body as your orgasm approached. Hoseok began pounding his hips quicker and harder till you could feel him fill you up from behind.

“Agh fuck!” he groaned pulling out and falling over onto the bed. Jackson used this opportunity to roll you over and finish everything him being on top.

You both began panting heavily as Jackson thrust into you for the last time.

“Oh God.” Jackson grunted trying not to fall on top of you.

You could feel the Earth stop spinning as everything dissolved into pleasure. Jackson pulled out and fell down on the bed on the opposite side.

All three of you were breathing shakily. You couldn’t believe what just happened.

“So… Which one?” Hoseok asked.

“Well you both fucked me at the same time, so I guess we will have to decide another time.” you replied pulling a blanket over the three of you.

“Gosh, both of you always make me so tired.” you said snuggling into Hoseok’s neck as Jackson hugged you from behind.

A/N: I don’t usually post smut cuz I believe I need to improve my smut writing skills but since this was requested… 🙈 Anyhow, feel free to request more scenarios, reactions, etc. I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😄

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sick-kun · 6 years

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Ch.6 The End

>September 2017 >D finally broke up with S >FUCK S >they broke up over the fact that Ds parents hate S >plus S acted like an autist the last time they went to visit >D's parents kicked out S and I couldn't have gotten any fucking harder >Honestly tho, you guys know I'm a sucker for D, and the entire time S was REEEEEEEEing and being disrespectful towards D's parents (D's mom is a sweetheart and one of the kindest ladies ever, she also asks about me all the time. D's dad is a cop, so I feel like he can see through my "friendly" intentions with his daughter) D was texting me about how distressed she was >"D, I dont give a fuck, I can be up there right now and drag that chubby cunt by her ankles out of your parents house" >D and S come back into town and they immediately end things, leaving D to move out to a friends house >D texts a few days after the breakup >"anon, can I come over? I wanna hang out" >Anon Dick Solid 5: Phantom Came >her and I have still been talking on a daily basis, so my mind starts running >my penis starts contemplating devious thoughts, but im trying to be pure minded. She just broke up with her partner of 3 years, so im sure she just needs a shoulder to cry on >Dick: "Hey man, whatever happens, happens" >"Sure D, when do you wanna come over?" >"When do your parents go to sleep anon?" >Daimond is unbreakable >She comes over pretty late (my parents are fucking night owls). its a bit passed 1 >We sit on my downstairs couch and shoot the shit; we talk about everything from life, to movies, to pop culture and news >"I loved that movie Anon!" >"Yeah, im doing good anon...its nice to finally be away from" >"Just been super busy with work, anon" >made me realize why ive missed her so much...we will always be able to talk like we havent missed a step >conversation starts to move from regular bullshit.... to how we were in highschool >full circle, huh? fate is funny >we talk about everything thats stuck out in my mind that you've read so far >my missteps, her issues and problems, all of it >and it finally comes out, but without it being forced, I was comfortable enough to say it >"D, you know you're my highschool crush right?" >"haha anon stop kidding" >"im not...like...I even broke up with A because I couldn't get over you" >"Anon...are you serious? I never knew...." >niggawut > Brain: IVE BEEN FUCKING IN LOVE WITH YOU FOR LIKE 6 YEARS?? HOW THE FUCK COULD I COME OFF THIS VAGUE?? >"yeah D....even now...I'm still into you" >"Anon...well, Im sure you know, but I really wanted to be with you back then. It just seemed like it never really happened between us. It seemed like it was always the wrong time" >NIGGAWUT >"Well...D...it could happen now" >I specifically remember saying this cuz even I was like "fuck anon, that was smooth" >D edges closer to me and smiles >"What do you mean?" >I pull her closer and we start making out, but im sure youve all heard enough of us kissing >Lips run along hers, I start kissing her neck, she moans, her hand along my face so she can pull me closer if I tried to pull away even for a second. My fingers trickle down to her breast and I start massaging them over her shit. The her breathing gets heavier as we start matching each others rhythm and make out more passionately. its super hot >even more so because my parents are upstairs asleep so theres always that chance of being caught >I have a huge "fuck around in situations where theres a chance of being caught" fetish >I pull off D's top, a tight black V-neck, and see an even cuter red bra under. >I unhook her bra ONE HANDED FIRST TRY. CRITICAL HIT. ID NEVER DONE THAT BEFORE >Legit pull away and whisper "yes" to myself. Even being an Alpha can't mask my dorkiness, but it made D laugh >She gets on top of me as I lay back against my couch. Her boobs fall against my face, looking even fuller from the last time >I start sucking, and even if this wasn't the first time, she loved the way I teased her. I'd move from letting my tongue tease her nipples to my lips almost meeting hers, switching back and forth between the two >my fingers start to excavate down her stomach, move to her jeans, and I start trying to crack that lock one handed >I fucked up when I was picking my ability points once I reached alpha stage. my lockpicking was at 5 because I thought "ability to write sexy shit" would be more optimal >no regerts >D starts to giggle and she sees me trying to get them off her thighs with no success >"here anon, let me help" >they slip off and shes looking like a lesbian Aphrodite in nothing but socks and a thong >fun fact, everytime ive seen D without pants on, she always has a thong on....on that thick ol fat booty and I cant get enough >"Anon, I helped you, so help me out...I want those off" >She said, pointing at my sweatpants, and youre gosh darn right those fuckers teleported off of me >Solid Snake has joined the fray >Im throbbing hard at this point, and rubbing my shaft between her legs >Every stroke I can feel D getting wetter and wetter >She asks me between moans >"Anon, what do you want to do to me?" >"Everything" >I immediately pull off her thong and D lets out a moan, just motivating me further into lust mode >I start lining kisses against her thigh and each time she drives my head further and further between her legs with her hand. Her fingers are right under the head, so she can move me closer to her pussy while we grind against each other. >Shes trying to keep her voice down, and I was too considering im not usually super vocal, but fuck, Solid Snake wants to get in that box >Im right against her thighs, Snake is dripping against her thighs, teasing her while im inching towards her pussy >Fuck....shes really wet >Really wet >NO MAN, LIKE REALLY FUCKING WET >I start to tease her pussy one last time, my fingers running along the lips while I start to breath against her neck >Moans are getting louder >I DONT GIVE A FUCK >LUST MODE FULLY ENGAGED >I look up for one second >her back is arched so she her hips and thighs are around me, her tits are stone hard, and shes holding her head back with her free hand while her other is still caressed around my head >Solid Snake....its time >I lean against the couch, so D can ease herself slow against me >Omg >the head slowly slips in >Omfg >she's already halfway down my base....it feels like every second is a lifetime of wait >She takes in all of me and I feel her rest against my thighs >Guys I did it >I'm having sex with D >She was wet and dripping along every inch of Snake >but I guess I really was the first guy she's ever been with, she was insanely tight >but still, she did her best to move up and down, the pace still staying the same, but fuck, I'd be lying if I wasn't into it >I try to thrust a bit, but she's still getting adjusted >"easy anon....it still hurts...but dont stop... It feels so good" > Her rhythm starts slow and our chemistry points come in handy: we quickly match each others speed (still slow, but its building up) >She felt so incredible...so wet and moist....yet warm and soft >She was moaning into my ear, knowing it was the only way she could keep herself from moaning loud enough to wake my parents >I start losing control, and I accidently flex inside her, which makes her tighten up even more and she lets out a small yelp >We stop for a second, looking into each others eyes >SHES IN FULL LUST MODE TOO >She bites down on my lip(a little revenge for me flexing), but her hips immediately pick up speed >shes riding me faster and faster >Snake, do not fail me now >I slip my tongue between her lips because her moans are reaching immeasurable percentiles >She's kissing me and I move to get her missionary >Time to take control >I mount her, full alpha, as she spread her legs and raises her hips >World's hottest invitiation >I tease her pussy again, I cant help it, I love the back and forth. I rub the head of my dick up and down her pussy, putting extra pressure and attention on her clit. >"Anon...more....more" >I slide in, and her hips, pulling them into me each thrust >D started to grab her mouth as I fucked her harder and faster >"Anon please, don't stop" >I wont, the mission wasnt over >I can feel her dripping right against my thighs as I kept guiding her hips onto my cock >My fingers ringed around her nipples, while I sucked every inch of her neck >Im sure my parents wouldve heard her moan at this point if she didnt have her mouth covered >and if that didnt give it away, the whole living room reeked from sex >but I didnt care >Every day of carnal fantasies flew through my head >every second of missed opportunities raced right by too >but most importantly, everytime I've ever wanted to have sex with D motivated me to make this last as long as we could >I flipped her over, she was in doggystyle position >I immediately could tell she was still in pain by the way she her speed dropped, so I started taking it slow >Fuck >This sex scene quickly went from from hottest shit ever to world most softcore porn >I pulled her closer, her back laying up against my chest >I pulled her hair back gently (not hard, but I was still in "sexual demon" mode") >Her all too familiar scent reclaimed me >She turns her head, her eyes now, and our tongues meet again >As we started making out I could feel her butt bouncing against my thighs >Snake, were getting close, but its not time to pull out just yet >The decrease in speed never stopped the pleasure. The sex was so tenderly paced we could take our time to savor every bit of our bodies >My vision start to go red.....speed increased by 20% >"Anon dont stop" >I wasn't going too >speed increased by 40% >I was going faster and faster while she bounced against me.....fuck >we couldnt help but say each other's names >"Anon" >"D" >"Anon" >"D" >"Anon....fuck im going to cum" >I kept on thrusting like my life depended on it >1 more stroke, 2 more stroke >I was getting lost in my pleasures >My mind starts going blank >I leaned back and made D lean back with me, one last time >My hands were gripped on her hips, as I went deeper >Oh god, she was getting wetter and I felt everything reaching its FLCLIMAX >"D, Im gonna cum" >"cum with me anon, cum with me" >I had one last thrust before I pulled my sword from the stone >I aimed for the floor, but D didnt stop grinding her hips against me as she came >2xThunderousOrgasm.jpg >I laid back on my couch exhausted from everything >I was stuck in that post-nut zen. For a moment, I felt like the Buddha of banging >and yet, it still flowed through my mind >the mental of aspect of everything culminating to tonight >The physical aspect of finally doing it and giving her everything she wanted >and I grasped it again, the thought but in a more honest form >it wasn't just a moment with D >but it was the most honest ive ever felt with anyone in my life...just being cuddled up there with her >and of course...

>David came home

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hardwarevent · 7 years

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Highs and lows

So it's like 6am. C just left for work. I know because they're super loud, or I just am a light sleeper. Usually I will go into their bathroom to weigh myself, and I'll see their Hitachi lying un-put away on their floor next to their bed. I think it's been there every day for 3 days straight. This bothers me for some reason. I guess it reminds me of how high their sex drive is sometimes, and how I'm afraid I'll never find someone who has as high a drive as that. Things like that get to me sometimes, especially late at night slash early in the morning. I'm an emotional being. I've been trying to kick being lonely for C for like... god, 6 months now? Newsflash for y'all out there: it's super hard to live with your ex while also getting over them. I hate when people are like "Oh (me), why are you so upset about breaking up with C even now, but like back then even you were, you're the one who broke up with them right?" Well I don't really have a straight answer, but I guess it's because the reasons I broke up with them were a little superficial in retrospect, especially putting how long we were together as a persepctive, but also there were some really important reasons where I knew that eventually it would make me grow as a person? And also I was really tired of living a lie in terms of what we were. Honestly, I think I was lying to myself for a very long time about the state of our relationship. I was so stupid and weak for not breaking up with them permanently instead of dragging on a i-dont-know-what-this-is relationship for as long as I did. Let's be real, it was a relationship. They were my significant other. I was just too much of a pussy to say so to everyone. If I was honest with this, if I was honest to myself and C and everyone around, would I have stayed with them? Maybe. This is something that scares me a lot, fairly often. You hear sometimes that relationships are something you work at, something that takes time and effort. You can't just find someone that clicks perfectly and then it's perfect bliss for the rest of your life. And what scares me is that maybe C was worth keeping, but I just didn't work hard enough on our relationship, because I didn't really actualize it... we didn't say I love you to each other for like... 4 whole years while still being together. I'm sad... but I'm also pissed off, you know? I'm pissed off at myself for both not getting over them, and letting them go. It's like I made a decision, but am punishing myself with the negatives from both sides. I can't take this anymore. It's tearing me apart. I know I said I was okay on the last post, but I think things like this just take so much work. Maybe I'll never get over C. Maybe this will just be my default state for the rest of my life, just being depressed and anxious over C and what they're doing and who they're fucking and how much they masturbate and why I'm a terrible broken person for being afraid of a commitment to someone I don't view as a good long-term mate cuz maybe my standards are too high and I'll eventually turn into a stalker and theyll get a restraining order and it'll turn into this nasty thing. Maybe that's the fate that I'm resigned to. But then again... I dunno. I get real sad sometimes. C may have been my one true chance at at least vaguely happy long-term companionship, and I fucked it up. And hey, since I did all this shit, our relationship can't even go back to the shitty frankenrelationship it once was! So that's cool. I've been fucking giving myself a slow, painful torture session over the course of the last 6 months. You know how they tell you to just rip off a bandaid? I'm fucking going at a snails pace with this bandaid. Sometimes I think I put the bandaid back on a little so I can rip it off more. I'm savoring every fucking inch of this bandaid rip. It's like not even mostly off yet, probably. No, it's mostly off. What's next? Just moving out, pretty much. I could have that done by next month. A friend has offered a room on the other side of the bay. I might end up taking it. What other choices do I have? Pretty much fucking nothing at this point. God, the fucking crush of theirs is so annoying too. He fucking pings me like "hey are we cool it just seems like you're a little cold to me" and I'm like "yeah whatever we just don't mesh it's cool" and he's like "ok if you ever want to talk about your feelings I'm here" and I'm like "uhhh ok it feels like you're trying a little too hard to be friends here" and he's like "this is how things worked in bum fuck nowhere where I'm from and also I wanna be friends with everyone! XD furry telegram sticker" and I'm like uhhhhhhhh and this is pretty much how it went. Like don't fucking lie to be dude. No one "just wants to be friends with everyone". You either want to be friends because this is a stick in the mud for C, or you can't stand the fact I just don't fucking like you or find you interesting, or you want SOMETHING from me. No one tries this hard to be friends just from pure sheer benevolence. This shit happened so many fucking times in my life. People will come on really strong trying to be friends with me, and I'll be like "uhhh" and then there'll be a catch because they want something from me, like theyre trying to get me to join their religion, or buy something, or they want me to like them for some superficial reason. Oh hey, that's one new thing I've learned from the book I've mentioned. Everyone just fucking cares about themselves, so when you want someone to do something or convince someone, frame it in terms of them getting something that they want. Just saying "I just wanna be friends everyone XD haha I'm a fag and also a furry" won't work at all. Like, gimme a reason to be friends? Give me a trait in you that I would find valuable, or an interesting trait that makes it fun to hang out with you or something? I dunno. Like, honestly, even if there wasn't something going on between C and him, I wouldn't be friends with him. It's like interacting with a fucking high schooler, who is also a pussy and furry. Like, the dude has said nothing really clever or witty, his stories suck, and like I'm pretty sure he doesn't really have friends??? Other than me and C's friend group? Because if he did he would fucking hang out with them once in a while, holy fucking shit like every weekend I see him at least once. It's like, enough already. I don't want to be friends with you. You're small, weak, uninteresting, you live with your parents and also you're shit at video games. Firm pass on that one. I dunno. I'm just venting... You know, maybe a therapist might actually be good for me. I feel like I need to talk to a neutral 3rd party that knows what they're talking about. I'll look into it. Cuz I dunno. I feel like I should tell C my feelings about this, but I'm pretty sure they'd just be shrugged off. What would I even say, at this point? What would I do? What would happen? I'm expecting them to just be like "and that's okay, do what you want man" and then just kind of walk away like they always do when I try to open up. Like it's talking to a fucking brick wall, and I hate it. I know they've had all this time into come to terms with the end of our relationship while I've been struggling with whether or not I should end it, but still... shits...screwed up, man. I'm fucked up in the head. Of course, during the day I can keep it together pretty easily. Therapy might be good, but maybe I should talk to someone else close about this? Anyway. Last night I went to Oakland to hang out with my sister, who is visiting her local friend for spring break. It was actually a really good time. We got this good vegetarian pizza, we went to see the sunset over Berkeley, had some fruity drinks at a tiki bar, and shared this huge ice cream sundae. It was actually a really good time, and like I felt for a time that everything was gonna be okay, and I was almost, pretty much, like, happy? It made me forget about all that shit for a while. I was talking to my sister about my p90x stuff, and she was talking to me about being careful, how that stuff can be addicting and how I should be careful about eating disorders and stuff and that I should take it easy occasionally. I can understand where she's coming from, as she's struggled with disorders like that. We also talked about maybe travelling around Europe in may or June. That could be cool I think. Life goes on. Maybe things will be better once I move out. I should stop torturing myself. My greatest enemy is myself, I think. Besides, getting anxious because C faps daily? It's kind of a stupid reason to get upset.

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