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baeklination · 3 years

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htbagn, 4

MINO

Date:210526

Warnings/Contains: SMUT 🔞, oral (giv/rec), fucking, fingering, masturbation, cumshot, G.E.L.

Pairing: Baekhyun x F.Reader x Mino (Song)

WC: 2,2k

NOTE: It wasn't that long ago I told anon I had no plans for Mino - but then I saw the Songzio ads.

Waiting on the elevator someone comes up to wait beside you. A little too close for comfort, you think, and take a step to the left as casually as you can.

"You usually move-"

You know the voice instantly and almost snap your neck with the speed you turn towards.

"Mino... What the... You're back", you greet him getting into the elevator. "When d'you get home?"

"A couple of days ago", he says cooly, basking in your appreciation.

You immediately notice he's different - and not just his new blonde hair and tan.

"And you didn't think to tell us, huh?"

"Did you miss me that bad?", he asks, giving you the up-down, sucking in his bottom lip.

"We missed you plenty, but I'm not some faint hearted schoolgirl, so this...", you reply, putting your hand under his chin, not fazed by his tricks.

Being caught, he breaks into a laugh, his shoulders bobbing up and down.

"So when can I come up?", he asks, keeping the door from closing with his foot as he gets off.

"Missed us too?"

"Every night", he smiles crookedly. "Both of you."

You find Baekhyun sitting by the computer in his home office.

"Guess who's back…", you whisper in his ear, giving him a semi hug from behind.

It takes him a few moments before he swivels the chair around, wearing an excited smile.

"He's back?"

"Yep. Ran into him in the elevator."

Baekhyun's hands hold the small of your back as you sit down to kiss him.

"He said he missed us…"

"We better invite him over", he suggests, pulling your body closer to his crotch, sucking on your lips.

"I think he's a little different." Noting the question on Baekhyun's face, you continue. "I couldn't put my finger on it… More...aggressive?"

"Really..? Then we really should invite him…"

•

"You were gone quite a while this time", Baekhyun says, sitting down by the table next to Mino, across from you.

They look as if they decided to match their outfits; Mino in black with his blonde hair, Baekhyun in white with black hair.

"Yeah, the shoot dragged on for so long I'd've only had time to get in the door before I had to turn around and leave again, so I stayed out. That video you guys sent kept me company during my cold nights...", Mino replies, obviously eager to get started.

"Oh, something tells me you found other ways to keep warm, Mino…", Baekhyun smiles.

"I have no idea what you mean", he chuckles and runs both hands through his hair. "Unless you're talking about my request?"

"It's a good one. I like it."

"Well, why wouldn't you, honey", Baekhyun says, unbuttoning the top part of his shirt. "It's all about you."

"If I'm not mistaken it includes all of us…" You tilt your head and look at Mino. "Didn't it?"

He nods and sinks down a little, dragging his hands along his thighs as if he's fixing creases on his trousers. Baekhyun puts his hand on him and looks at you.

"Why don't you be a doll and help Mino out, honey..?"

The pleasure Baekhyun derives from seeing you perform - on someone else, but always for him - is evident by the bulge on display in his own trousers as he gets up. He stands behind you, softly pressing your nipple between his index finger and thumb while you watch Mino get ready. He's cocky in the way he unbuttons his shirt with one hand and roughly pulls it off to reveal his tattooed torso; in the way he smirks when he pulls down his trousers to let his cock bounce out and rest on his stomach. Just as he grabs your fingers to move you closer you feel Baekhyun's lips on your neck.

You bend down, stopping at Mino's face, waiting for him to make his first official move. He chuckles and guides your lips to his parted ones, gently sucking, tasting, getting reacquainted, while letting his hands play like feathers on your body. When your light fingers find his cock and stroke it his kisses turn harder and he raises his pelvis, wanting more.

"Don't tease him, honey", Baekhyun says in a soft voice.

"Mm, yeah, don't tease me", Mino echoes.

The head of Mino's cock is perfectly smooth pushing past your lips to bury itself at the back of your throat. He swears under his breath and lets his hand rest on your head. His thickness fills your mouth completely, but there's no strain; only enjoyment at slowly and continuously swallowing him. He sucks in air and deeply moans it out again and again, still raising his body upward. Giving him a glance you see his head is on the back of the chair; and behind him stands Baekhyun, running his fingers through Mino's hair, looking at you with ever growing arousal.

"Ah, shh… That mouth is sweeter than I remembered…", Mino praises you.

"You're exactly as I remember." You cock your head. "At least in my mouth…"

Challenge accepted, Mino drags you off the floor with a smirk and pushes his body against yours, meaning for you to get on the table. In a flashback you recall he's not putty in your hands when it comes to fucking - it's only Baekhyun he allows to lead him.

He pulls your panties to the side and takes his time enjoying the view. Taking a deep breath he exhales with a smile on his face.

"You smell sweet…"

The way it's beating between your legs you know you're glazed all over. And if you couldn't tell yourself, Baekhyun's tilted head, tongue playing in the corner of his mouth, would. It turns into a slack jaw and knitted brow as Mino guides his cock to your entrance. The ease with which it glides in is back-archingly electrifying; the kind of pleasure that runs through your entire flesh, yet it's illusive and delicate - a wind rolling through. Mino feels it too, seemingly releasing it through his mouth with a whistling moan. Every thrust brings a new wave of tingles with nowhere to go but sit and build up. Seamlessly he moves into a quicker pace and press your legs to his sides to keep you in place. The smacking and squelching are the icing on the proverbial (fucking) cake. Baekhyun puts his hand on Mino's shoulder.

"Save some for me."

"Yeah…"

"Ten…", Baekhyun starts counting.

He lets his trousers and shirt fall to the floor, giving you a chance to see the silhouette through his boxers before pushing them down as well.

"Zero", he whispers, putting a soft hand on Mino's waist.

"Fuck…", he groans, gritting his teeth and rests his head on your chest.

You laugh, patting his head and get a smile back as he slips out. Baekhyun pulls your panties off and gets you standing, where he takes off the rest.

"Bedroom?"

"Living room? If he's gonna be on his knees…", you say and look at Mino. "Or..?"

"Your bed's pretty high. Living room", he nods and leads the way.

Baekhyun comes up behind you in the hallway, pressing himself tightly against your body as he takes a deep breath and hums, delighted. His cock is hard against your back, his fingers - searching - are soft. He finds your entrance and slides it in. Just as you lean into it he stops and smacks your ass.

"Go on."

Your tiny acknowledgement of the burn earns a laugh from the living room and a cheeky play of the tongue from Baekhyun.

Mino's waiting on the carpeted floor with impatient anticipation as you make yourselves comfortable. The arrangement is almost like the very first time you had Mino over.

•

Baekhyun's chest is warm against your back, steadily filling with air and then sinking. He pinches your nipples, giving extra weight to Mino's tongue lapping over your clit. He isn't bothered by you grinding on Baekhyun's throbbing cock; his mouth follows along exquisitely, kissing, softly sucking - moaning.

There's a pause in his motion and out of nowhere, you get the full vibrato of Baekhyun's deep whine in your ear and feel a shift of his legs. Looking down you see Mino's mouth on his balls, giving him almost the same gentle treatment you just got. Baekhyun grips your thighs and presses upwards, pushing the root of his cock tight against your entrance.

"Shit…baby, look at my good boy…"

"Your?"

Mino winks at you.

"Don't be...mmh...don't be jealous", Baekhyun coos and puts his fingers to his mouth before placing them on your clit, gently circling it, running them along either side of it.

Mino bites himself in the lip with a glint in his eyes. You can tell there's something on his mind - and you're pretty sure you know what it is. Liking where he's going, you introduce the idea to Baekhyun.

"Baby..?"

"Mm-hm?", he replies, nuzzling your neck, still rolling his hips.

"You want a little g-spot attention?"

He chuckles and looks at Mino, who in turn nods at him.

"You're spoiling me today", he says, inching down a bit and opens his legs further. "Go ahead."

Mino wets his finger and carefully presses it in, little by little. Baekhyun pulls you down and holds you close against his body as he in turn presses deeper into you. His breathing is thick with pleasure, exhaling deep moans into your ear.

"Fuuck…"

Satisfied he's found the right tempo, Mino again directs his attention towards you. As if Baekhyun's cock lodged deep, his sounds ringing clear and warm hands isn't enough, Mino parts you folds with his free hand and starts giving you teasing flicks with his tongue before sucking a vacuum - just on the edge of painful - on your clit and releasing it with a groan. Not pausing, he does it again - lightly this time - both tongue and plush lips enveloping you over and over. Baekhyun's movements meet with yours; they're small so you won't disrupt Mino, but with both of you getting special attention you don't need much for the build up to start. Spreading your legs further you bury your hand in Mino's hair as his mouth is firmly planted on your pussy.

"Shit, I'm gonna come", you whisper faintly, in so asking if Baekhyun wants to come first.

"Okay…", he moans back, he himself swept up in complete pleasure. "Go first, baby… Ah, shh..."

Mino's eyes glint when they meet yours, happy his request is so well received, before he places his tongue flat and rubs hard. Baekhyun squeezes in as tight as he can - the deep climax he's created inside spilling out in a circle around your entrance. You push down on Mino's head as your quick breaths are accompanied by the tightening of your body before it relaxes in enormous shakes as he takes you over the edge.

The clenching proves too much for Baekhyun, who draws a whistling breath and grips your waist and fucks you roughly from underneath. You love it when he can't control himself.

"Harder, baby", you urge him on.

Mino moans. His free hand is now round his cock, pumping as it's leaking pre-cum.

Baekhyun's pelvis beats into your ass just like his short whines hit your ears.

"Oh, shit…", his voice rattles, his sync jumping.

His beating turns to deep, hard thrusts, pressing your waist down on his cock as he comes, spraying his cum into you with hitching wails.

"Shit", he sighs out of breath, bringing his hand to your breast. "I love when you come on me", he says kissing your wet shoulder.

"Me too", you chuckle, still catching your own breath. "What about you, Mino?"

"I think you should come on her", Baekhyun suggests, stroking your breasts. "Don't you think so, honey?", he coos.

"You want that, Mino?", you ask, wetting your fingers and running them alongside your clit.

He stands up, cock thick in his grip as he watches.

"You still hard?"

Baekhyun snorts and starts rolling his hips as he's still inside you.

"You wanna see me fuck her..?"

He still feels good in you, pulling out long before rounding back in - all for Mino's viewing pleasure.

His eyes are dark as he watches, his faster pumping bringing moans of content from him.

"Hold me", you say to Baekhyun as you bring your knees up.

He does and Mino groans at the full view.

"Be a good boy and cum down my girl...", Baekhyun prompts, seeing he's on the verge of coming.

His thighs get taut, his stomach tight as his huffs and moans get louder. He drops his head back with a whine, shutting his eyes tight before breathing out heavily, watching as he spurts out cum over your stomach.

"Fuck…", he chuckles seeing the mess, hand at his shaft.

He sits down - lays down - and puts his hand on his head.

"Shit… I wasn't lying when I said I missed you", he laughs.

"I know what you mean", Baekhyun agrees, getting up from under you. "I was planning on taking her - you", he points "...from behind while you were getting a blowjob…", he says, sauntering to the closet to get you a towel.

"I think your hands were a bit too magic, Mino", you smile at him.

"Yeah", Baekhyun raises his eyebrows "You should go away more often."

#baekhyun smut #mino smut #htbagn

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colorfullfalls · 4 years

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Blast to the past

Sodapop Curtis x Reader

Summary: Soulmates are very tricky because sometimes two people who are meant to be are born in two different generations. Your soulmate can be born three days after you die. Luckily the mystical universe transports you there to meet yours. That’s how you find yourself back in the 1960’s instead of the present.

Warnings: hinting at sexual assault

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Friday night is ladies night. It has been since you were twelve and it will be until you die. The core group gets together and does whatever seems interesting for the evening. The three of you ranged in activities of going to the movies, getting something to eat, thrifting, people watching, getting coffe and sitting at an empty park- you name it and it’s been done.

Tonight the gang decided to get smoothies and sit in an empty parking lot. The small town didn’t allow much entertainment for freshly graduated adults. Especially for adults that wanted more to life than such a simple place could provide.

Claire laid on the pavement, dark hair swirling around her shoulders as she turned to gaze at the moon. She was beautiful in the moonlight, soft skin glowing. You were always jealous of her unique good looks, but never aimed bitter thoughts at her. She was a warm and loving friend who was literally a ride or die.

Claire turned her head to look at Margo who was sitting upright with her keys in hand, twirling them around her hands. Margo was the wild one of the trio. The jokester who was basically a meme lord. You three fit like puzzle pieces, best friends for ever.

Claire and you shared a look of amusement as Margo dropped her keys, mumbling a quiet shit before laughing and picking them back up to repeat her actions.

“This is supposed to be a quiet, soul searching moment you know.” You deadpanned, lips curling into a smile as Margo rolled her eyes and flipped you off.

“If you wanted quiet then you picked the wrong bitch to bring along.”

Claire shook her head, “Okay, let’s post on snap about a replacement bitch. Preferably one that can be silent at times.”

You shifted so that your legs were pulled up in front of you instead of rested against the cold ground of the parking lot. A funny thing to add popped into your mind and you knew it would make them laugh, “There’s one more requirement though. It’s vital.” You added, swirling the contents in your cup to break up the remaining blotches of ice.

“Hmm?”

“They have to be willing to sacrifice their own life for Pakistan”

Claire busted out laughing hitting her cup off her leg and Margo snorted, causing everyone to laugh even harder. That fucking tik tok would never not be funny to you guys. Especially when their soulmates thought it was hilarious and would say it when you guys failed to.

Claire found her soulmate a year ago at a football game. Her soul mark burned when the cute player from the other team bumped into her after the game. Gage was the coolest dude you knew. He treated you guys like best friend and he treated her like she was the sky, the moon, and the stars. Not long after Claire found him, Margo found Naomi. A badass chick that was a tattoo artist in town. Margo now has little tattoos decorating her body from the designs her soulmate came up with. Naomi and Margo just fit, and you were happy for her. Happy for both of them.

Day after day with no luck of finding your other half, you were starting to despair for yourself. Soulmates usually found each other close to adulthood if they were in the right life time. It was disappointing to go to bed every night knowing that you were still alone. Your best friends loved you more than anything and always included you, but the soulmate connection was different- special above everything else. And here you lacked that.

Margo dropped her keys again but left them there. She picked up on your solemn mood after you didn’t talk for a few moments.

“I wanted to go camping this weekend, maybe you’ll find your lover there?” She softly spoke, giving you a hopeful smile.

You sadly smiled back, “I dunno, probably not. Sorta giving up over here.”

You looked down at the simple soul mark. An old pop bottle was the initials S.P in the middle with the letters DX very small on the bottom left underneath it. Marks were supposed to signify something important about your other half, describe something about them to you. Ever since you were old enough to remember you would buy old fashioned pop in order to collect the bottles. It meant the world to you.

“Don’t say something like that, of course you will meet them dude. We found ours early but that didn’t mean you won’t ever find them. I’m sure your other half is right around the corner.” Claire supported, patting your thigh for comfort.

“Yeah, it could be Harry Styles for all we know. And honestly it would make sense because how the hell do you meet someone famous like that?” Margo trailed off.

You scoffed, “Harry Styles- my ass. His indicator would so not be an old pop bottle. It would be a guitar or something like that.”

“I guess so. Point is, don’t fret. You have time. The world may fuck with people, but not good ones like you.” Margo grinned childishly.

“Yeah, you’re right. I am good. I sacrifice my own life for Pakistan.”

“God dammit, I hate you.” Claire stood up and offered a hand, pulling you both upright, “We better get going. The same cop has been driving by and I don’t like it.”

“ACAB.” Margo chanted as she crawled into the backseat of the car. You laughed and pushed her the rest of the way in with your foot before shuffling in yourself.

‘Best friend’ by Rex Orange County blared through the speakers as the car moved on the damp roads in the dark night. You guys sang loudly, hands out the window to feel the wind ripple against fingertips. Your heart filled with adoration of the girls in the vehicle with you. Getting sad about the soulmate thing sucked but dealing with it was easier when you had two people to assure you and take your mind off of it.

You waved bye as you walked up the steps of your house. You quickly noticed that no one else was home. Your siblings were off with their friends for the night and your parents went out for their anniversary. You sighed, taking your shoes off lazily. A warm bath would feel so nice to finish out the day. You stretched before taking a step forward toward the bathroom but your foot caught underneath the rug and you fell face first onto the hard surface of the tile.

****

Your body felt like it was on fire while rolling over to rest on your back. Forcing your eyes open, you gasped at the sight before you. Instead of laying on the bathroom floor, you were in an empty parking lot. Your heart thud roughly in your chest as you scrambled to stand.

Your mind began to panic as you didn’t recognize your surroundings. An old diner sat across from the lot and it wasn’t the one you, Claire, and Margo sometimes went to. You brushed yourself off and looked around, confused as to what was going on. Had you gotten drunk and imagined you were home and somehow managed to get lost? Did you fall so hard that you passed out and got kidnapped? Sharp pains alerted your mind to put a finger to your face. There was a scratch from where you fell, you must’ve hit it. You were just glad that your wallet was still in your hand but your phone wasn’t. You searched for it but no luck.

You meekly opened the diner door and shuffled inside. It was themed to be an old authentic diner. The usual black and white checkered floor tile, the twisty barstools, and the car sign decorations on the wall. Diners like this were adorable in your eyes.

You went to sit at a both and grabbed the young pretty waitress. She gazed at your clothes in confusion which made you internally frown. Your outfit wasn’t inappropriate or anything. Blue khaki shorts that came above mid thigh and a white and blue tie dye shirt.

“Excuse me, where am I?” You asked, embarrassment creeped up your spine as she gave you an old look.

“Tulsa. Are you lost?” She asked, shifting the tray to rest on her hip.

You quickly shook your head no, “Thank you, I’m not lost. Just uh, traveling. I’ll just have a water please.”

She gave you a funny look but nodded, going to get you the cup of water. Everyone in the diner glanced at you in curiously which made you paranoid. Alone without a phone and no escape plan. Not an ideal set up. You tried to rack your brain for what the hell was going on but you were outta luck.

Water was set down on the table and she stood there, observing you. You felt her eyes staring at your piercings, especially the hoop in your nose. You awkwardly looked up at her and smiled, hoping she would go away.

“That’s an odd looking necklace, Miss.” Her hand casually pointed towards the crystal gem necklace hanging between your breasts over your shirt.

You shrugged, “You’ve never seen them before? They sell them at Walmart or any hippy store really.”

She wrinkled her nose in judgement, “Huh, never heard of Walmart. Must be from wherever you’re from.”

You choked on air, coughing loudly to force oxygen back into your lungs. How could someone now know Walmart? Was she fucking with you right now? Waitresses usually weren’t rude unless you were rude to them first.

“They’re like nation wide? One in every town? Seriously, every town.”

No emotion appeared on her face as she shook her head no, “I still don’t know what you’re talking about... do your parents buy you those shorts? Do they care about your nose ring?”

You squirmed in your seat at her question, her voice carried a shrill tone that let you know that she didn’t approve. Jesus, did this girl think you should be in a full body suit without showing skin? You pulled them down subconsciously to try to hide some of your upper thigh. As for your nose ring, you were baffled as to why your that was an issue. So many women had them.

“I bought the shorts, but they don’t have an issue with them if that’s what you’re trying to get at? They think the nose ring is cute too. My parents are very cool with me choosing to do what I wish with my body.”

Her eyes widened in a holy-cow-you’re-crazy sorta way, “My parents would kill me if I looked like you.”

A dry laugh escaped your lips at her harsh words. And they were harsh, whether she met them to be or not. Putting women down wasn’t what you stood for and you really thought that the world was passed shaming people for what they look like.

“It’s twenty-twenty , they shouldn’t care about what you look like. Acceptance is key to a happy family.”

“What’s that mean?” She cocked her head to the side in confusion.

“Huh?”

“Twenty-twenty what is that?”

You glanced at the table to your left that was intently listening in on the conversation. You felt uncomfortable in the booth. Two guys stared shamelessly at your legs and you wanted to crawl under the table and hide.

“The year? It’s two thousand and twenty?”

She threw her head back, blonde hair following to fall down her back, “You really are an odd ball.”

You furrowed your eyebrows.

“It’s nineteen sixty nine, dear. Your cheek is bleeding and I’m assuming you fell because you’re acting crazy.” She quietly said, bending down to your eye level. A part of you wanted to hit her so hard that she fell down. Condescending attitudes rubbed you the wrong way to say the least.

You were fuming as you took two dollars out and put them on the counter, “Have a good evening.” You gritted out.

***

The cold night air pinched your skin as you walked aimlessly around the small town. You came to the conclusion that it was 1969 and you realized why the waitress was so taken back by your appearance. Girls in the sixties probably didn’t have shorts this short or nose piercings. It all made sense as you took in the town. The old styled cars, how people dressed, hell- how they talked. Old ass terms that people only used as a joke now.

So yes, you were in the past, but how and why. Watching Shameless in your bed right now seemed like heaven on earth. Your mom and dad’s faces haunted your mind when you thought about never getting to see them again. Tomorrow they would get back only to see that you have disappeared without a trace. Your dad will be so worried and heartbroken and your mom will be calling everyone to ask if they saw you.

And what would Claire and Margo think? You just knew they would feel so guilty for not knowing when they were the last ones you saw. Hurting them only hurt you more.

You found an old tree and sat down against it, letting the tears splash down your face. It was cold out from the brisk air and you had nothing to layer up with. This sucks, mega sucks, you noted.

An old red Ford Mustang parked on the road and two men got out of the car and headed your way. You clutched your wallet close to your chest in predetermined fear. Two men walking towards any woman would make that woman scared. It was a built in instinct that still wasn’t gone in the twentieth century. Especially with the men from this time. You knew women weren’t truly equal yet and they especially weren’t in this time.

They had on khaki pants and different colored polyester sweaters. Same guys from the diner that were watching you. Horrible look in their eyes as they stood in front of you.

“What’s a pretty lady like you sitting out here alone for? It’s late.” The one wearing a yellow sweater asked. His hair was brown and smoothed back, you were unable to see his eyes in the dark. He bent down to look at you in a way you didn’t appreciate. You were not having it.

“Really? Is it late? Couldn’t tell, not like the moon’s out or anything.” You retorted, shifting further back into the tree.

“Woah, no need to get lippy with me, hun.” He said, looking back at the other guy with the red sweater. Red shook his head to agree with yellow.

“Let’s not get comfortable with the nicknames. I’d say I’d call the cops but hah, ACAB... not that you would know about that.” You trailed off. You rambled when you got nervous and it was not a good feature.

“ACAB? You’re a weird one, aren’t you?” Red said, leaning down too.

“Weird, but an absolute doll. Not many girls ‘round here show skin like you.” Yellow said, hand grabbing your thigh.

Your hand slapped his away lightening fast before jumping up and backing away. You took your shoe off and held it up in defense, “Go fuck yourself! Get away from me.”

The men looked at each other in shock, assumingly at the vulgar words that escaped your pretty lips. You backed further away until you felt safe enough that you put your shoe back on and ran. You heard their feet shuffle in the grass as they ran after you.

You turned down an alley way and tripped again on a stick in the middle of the road, the boys were suddenly visible meaning you would not have time to get up and run. Instead of trying to escape, you grabbed said large stick and grasped it tightly between your hands. You wish Margo and Claire were by your side right now. You could do anything with them.

“A stick? Really? We just wanna spend some time with you.” Red said, walking closer.

“Fuck this! Fuck this so hard! Fuck toxic masculinity that makes pricks like you think it’s okay to do shit like this! Systematically you were probably raised to think chasing a woman is okay- judging from the car that you have money. Kids with money, especially in these days, are spoiled and never told no, but I don’t want you. Leave.” You shouted, twirling the stick like you saw so many times in Starwars movies. You saw the two men slowly step back and you were proud of yourself for fending them off until you heard another masculine voice behind you.

“You soc scum need to bounce.”

You moved to the side to be equally separated from whoever was behind you. A man about your age stood firmly beside two others that looked a few years off, one younger and one older.

The one that spoke was standing in the front and boy, he was beautiful. Dark hair slicked black to rest comfortably against his neck. He wore a blue and white flannel with blue jeans. His body was slim but you just knew he had some lean muscle on him. Red and yellow turned and walked away but not without making some derogatory claims about greasers.

You panted, finally breathing again as you doubled over, stick still firmly grasped in between your palms and fingers.

“Are you okay?” You heard the same voice quietly ask. You noticed they were standing right in front of you now. You meekly looked up to gaze into his pretty blue eyes. He hissed out in pain as he looked at his arm at the same exact moment that your mark started to burn so bad that you couldn’t take it. A searing pain ripped through every single one of your cells. You did it! You finally found your fucking soulmate! Without being able to stand the pain and excitement, your body tumbled forward for the second time that evening.

~~~

You heard rustling going on around you, but you clenched your eyes in fear that you wake up still stuck in the past.

“If I open my eyes and I’m not home, I’m gonna throw hands with whatever God there is.” You mumbled, slowly opening your eyes. The handsome man sat on the floor by your face, causing you to yelp and quickly move to a sitting position, hand clinging to your necklace.

“Hey, calm it, I won’t hurt you.” His gentle voice spoke. You laughed nervously as it hit you that he was your soulmate. Your life was fucked, oh so fucked. Sure, you found the one, but in a different decade!

“The world is a cruel place.” You muttered, hands removing from your necklace to rub down your face in irritation, “My life is a joke.”

He sat up on his knees, cautiously moving closer towards you as if you were a scared stray cat that he was attempting to take home to keep and take care of. You internally gagged at the idea of being kept inside as a house wife now that you were living in this time. You could not survive like that.

“It’s not. Usually people are happier to find their soulmate, yanno? I’m happy... I thought you would be.” His voice seeped with disappointment and pain.

You sighed as you felt his sadness creep up your bones and invade your sanity, “I would be thrilled if I wasn’t transported back in time. I’m not kidding, I’m from year twenty twenty. I can show you.”

You grabbed your wallet and ripped your lisence out, showing him. His eyes squinted as he read your birthday and the date you got it. His eyes enlarged as he looked back at you.

“That- that’s just impossible.”

You snorted, “S’what I thought too. Guess the universe really shoved us together on this one... and uh, thanks for saving me earlier, my inner jedi isn’t strong enough yet- I’m no obiwan.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “I don’t know what that means.”

You blushed, “Big movie franchise that eventually comes out. I’ll try to avoid pop culture references... my bad.”

He smiled, pearly white teeth showing, “you’re really pretty, y/n.”

Your heart raced in your chest at how attractive he was. Claire and Margo would hardgirl swoon with you over him but they’re not here to join you, so you had to soak up his beauty all on your own. And him saying your name like that? God, that would make any girl bust a nut.

“How do you know my name?”

He shrugged, “Saw it when you showed me the date. The name surely suits you. I’m Sodapop, Sodapop Curtis.”

He held his hand out and you hesitantly met his half way as if to give him a handshake, but instead he intertwined your fingers together before moving closer. His skin was so warm against yours and all you wanted to do was pull him closer and bury yourself in his chest. Finally finding him was overwhelming after convincing yourself that you were doomed to be alone.

“Those guys that chased you, we ain’t letting them get away with it. We’ll find them and give ‘em a good what for.” A new voice spoke.

A kid, you guessed to be about 16, stood in the living room doorway, hands shoved deep into his jean pockets. He had longer brown hair like Sodapop, but his eyes were more hazel instead of the pretty blue. You awkwardly smiled, attempting to pull your hand away but Soda tugged it back, stubborn to lose contact so soon. He gave you a sweet smile to reassure you that he wasn’t going to try anything like the two men last night.

“Y/n, this is my brother ponyboy, and that’s my brother Darryl.” Soda said, pointing to the younger kid and the full on man that walked through the front door. You nervously waved with the hand that Soda didn’t claim.

“Hi, thank you guys for saving me... although I think my stick was pretty promising...” You awkwardly spoke making all three of them chuckle softly.

“Better safe than sorry.” Darry said, offering a smile, “Come on, Ponyboy. We will be back.”

Darry signaled Pony to go with him outside, you and Soda sat in silence as you heard the truck doors and the rumbling of an engine pulling away. His thumb grazed over the back of your hand. Your insides felt like they were melting. Sodapop was extremely attractive and you could not believe that you found him. Harry Styles has some competition for sure. Well, maybe that was going far. It’s Harry Styles, no one could really beat him.

“So what’s it like here? What do you do for fun?” You asked, looking around the house. You imagined the houses around to be very similar. Old couches, ancient TVs with the antennae’s, framed photos on the mantles, and the cool old wallpaper. Very similar to the sorta place your grandparents grew up in.

“Play cards every couple nights. Go to the drive in movies when I’m not working. Diner is open late at night so that’s where young folk hangout. We find good times.” He smiled softly, getting lost in his own thoughts, “What’s there to do for you?”

You couldn’t even begin to explain that you lay in your bed watching tik toks off your phone while Netflix plays softly in the background. Or that you quote memes in a parking lot with your friends. Soda would not understand memes at all and that would be a huge struggle because half the shit that came out of your mouth were memes.

“I have fires a lot at my house, we usually sorta just sit there and bullshit for hours but uh then there’s the usual- getting coffee and sitting in a parking lot. Not much to do in my town but eat and go somewhere to hangout...”

“That sounds nice.”

You shrugged, “More people than not get drunk or smoke weed everyday because what the hell else is there to do?”

He quirked an eyebrow, “you do that?”

You shook your head no, “My friends and I drink from time to time but not heavily. And we especially don’t go to parties because those are cesspools waiting to be caught by cops. Well, fuck cops anyway, but..”

You froze when you realized that cops in this time weren’t critized by the public as much. Political climate ranged from your time to now. Soda probably wouldn’t support the LGBTQ community, or if he did he didn’t know much about it. And racism surely lingered in the 1960’s air. You felt sick thinking about fighting barriers that you usually didn’t have to.

“Do girls swear a lot in the future?” He asked timidly, not wanting to upset you but also he was just very curious. He never heard ladies swear and especially not that word.

You snorted at how cute he was, “All the time. It’s normal for us. Trust me, if you are shocked by that you don’t want to imagine the crude things that are said daily..”

His thumb stopped rubbing circles on your hand and your heart faltered. He was probably used to obideint women who were dainty and didn’t outspeak too much. Women in this era were subservient and you could not be further from that. You had quite the mouth on you and your idea would not be oppressed. You graduated pretty high in your class. You were intelligent and political and that was mind blowing to men of this time. What if you were too much for him? You wouldn’t dare change but it would be heart breaking to know that your other half couldn’t take who you are as a person. As a woman.

“What you said about the cops.. what did they do wrong? I mean here they can be annoying but they try to be fair.” He asked, thumb rubbing your skin again. His eyes glanced down at your thighs and you blushed a bit, wishing you would’ve put on your sweatpants instead before leaving to go with the girls.

“If I explained it all, we would be sitting here for days. Long story short; African Americans still aren’t equal and they are murdered by cops at an unequal rate compared to the population size. Protests turned violent and the whole country is a mess. Half the country trusts cops and the other half wants the systematic corruption to be dismantled. Personally, I’m with the latter. So cops aren’t really my heroes. I try to avoid them. Of course my dad disagrees because he’s old fashioned and doesn’t get it, but what’s so hard to get about treating people equally. America’s supposed to be a melting pot so what’s with the racism and harsh divide? Guess the founding fathers only meant equality when it came to every white man- and that’s bullshit.”

You stopped rambling to see that soda was grinning from ear to ear at you. You gave him a questioning look. “Did I miss something?”

“You are wicked smart with politics. Wiser than anyone I know, prettier than anyone I know.”

~~~

Three weeks later you found yourself walking through the library with ponyboy, fingers grazing over every book you walked past. Books were little keys to jump inside different worlds. You wished you could find a book from 2020 that would magically transport you back. You found Soda, but at what price? You wanted to go home where you had control over your life. You were lost here.

“Any book recommendations? I’m sure you had to read a lot of these.” The youngest Curtis asked as you rounded the corner.

“Hmm, ever read any Tolkien books? Like The Hobbit or Lord of the Rings Trilogy?”

“No.”

“Awh, goodie, I get to be your mentor for this. Basically these are the best damn books that you will ever read. Bit lengthy but the detail is beautiful.”

He gently took the Hobbit in his hands, one gripping the back while the other flipped through the pages, examining how many there were before he tucked it under his arm, affirming that he would take a stab at it.

“What’s it about? Is it girly stuff- not that I mind really.”

Ponyboy was unlike the rest of the gang. He was a little softy that you wanted to hide from the world in order to protect him. The gang protected him physically but his feelings were usually punched, as much as Soda tried. Ponyboy felt things differently and deeply. He was in touch with literature and his life revolves around movies and books. You imagined how much he would adore the twentieth century with how much content there would be for him.

You crossed your arms and shifted your weight to one foot, “It’s a fantasy set up. So like elves, dwarves, hobbits, trolls, orcs, shapeshifters, magic, and I’m sure there’s more but my mind is blanking here. I promise it’s worth it. And I can explain as you read.”

“You’re a nerd?”

His innocent question made you laugh, “I guess you could say that, bud. Give it a shot and if you don’t like it, so be it,” you muttered this part to him, “although no one can resist middle earth’s charm.”

“What’s middle earth?”

“Where it takes place, it’s like another version of earth basically. But hey! You’re already so interested. Soon enough you’ll be wishing you were an elf slaying orcs too.” You joked, jabbing him in the side, “and if you say you wanna be a dwarf instead, you’re dead to me.”

He smiled, “what if I like the humans more? What then?”

“Then, I would consider you an absolute freak. Humans in this are like mediocre. Well, in the hobbit at least. Lord of the Rings they are more of a key part, but they’re so boring compared to the other cultures. Unless you like boring?” You raised an eyebrows at him.

“No, I ain’t boring. And I don’t like boring either.” He stubbornly said, walking side by side with you to go check your books out.

You grabbed a few random books that you wanted to check out. Soda worked and he refused to let you go anywhere alone, so you and Ponyboy just read a lot. It was summer vacation so he was outta school and had all the time in the world. You liked hanging out with the kid.

The two soc boys were standing by the counter when you guys got there. You huffed as the one winked at you. In that moment you wished you were legolas with a dagger and could gut him.

“Surprise seeing you here, considering I doubt you guys are literate.” You spoke, smiling at the librarian as you handed her the books.

“Surprise seeing you here with only the kid, we’ve heard you’re shaking up with Sodapop now. Looks like the greaser found his soulmate.”

The derogatory term aimed at Soda fueled your veins with rage. Blood rushed into your head at the idea that these guys thought they were above Soda, who was the kindest man you knew. Your heart told you to call them motherfucking cunts but your brain warmed you that it wasn’t a good choice. You glanced over and noticed that Pony looked as mad as you. If you retaliated, you wouldn’t get beat up but if he did, he would go home bloody while you trail behind him with a guilty face. You would give them a little talk.

You blew air out of your mouth before turning around to them, “Boys, I don’t know if you keep up with the news or not, but Vietnam is an ugly war filled with horrible people. Do you know what soldiers see? People being burned alive, dogs getting shot down, bombs obliterating people, women in villages getting raped, and most importantly you watch the men you grew to love die right before you.”

The two men stared at you wide eyed as you paused to grab the books from the librarian who was also now listeninf to you.

“Drafts are inevitable, and you know what? War doesn’t care who you are; greaser or soc. The enemy won’t stop to ask your financial stability before ending your life. The boys who you deem greasers could be the ones to save you from dying. Maybe try being nice because you never know who you will end up with on that field.”

Ponyboy’s mouth opened in shock when the two socs slowly back away and left without a single word. You hummed in victory before ushering the younger boy out of the building with you.

“Where did you hear those things? Darry keeps up with that stuff and I never heard nuthin like that.” Ponyboy asked after a few minutes.

You guys walked through the gate of the house but you halted before the steps, “A lot about the war is exposed after it ends. We learned about it in school. I used it against them as a wake up call. Try not to worry too much about it.”

Pony slowly nodded, “okay.”

The door opened and two-bit shuffled out the door with a beer can in his left hand, right hand wedged in his pocket.

“You guys are in trouble.” He sang as pony pushed him out of the way and walked into the house. Two-bit walked off the porch and turned to head home. He didn’t wanna be present for the yelling.

Soda and Darry’s heads snapped to the door and you held the books tighter to your chest to hide yourself. You two forgot to leave a note where you were going and now you were going to get scolded.

“Where the hell have you two been? It’s past 8:00.” Darry scolded, throwing down the newspaper that been in his hands.

You looked to Soda for help but even he shook his head to signal that he was just as upset. You handed the books to Pony before holding your hands up in surrender.

“Oh no, you caught us. We were at the library.” You joked, quickly knocking the smile off your face when the two older Curtis boys glared at you.

“Not funny. Anything could’ve happened to you.” Soda reprimanded. Your soulmate was always worried for you when he wasn’t around. He knew how horrible soc could be and they clearly had an interest in you. It was bad enough being away from you, but getting home to you and his kid brother not there made his nerves fly through the roof.

“Socs aren’t a worry when she’s around, trust me.” Pony mumbled, setting the books down on the table.

“Whats that mean? Did those socs bother you again, Y/N?” Soda suddenly was in front of you, checking your body for any cuts or bruises. You smacked his hands away.

“No, simmer down, I’m fine.” You said, offering him a reassuring smile.

“Then what happened!”

“She shut them down with her wit before they could even start. Those soc didn’t know how to respond so they turned around and walked right away.” Pony explained.

“What did you say?” Darry asked, slightly amused. He liked you very much and was glad that such an extraordinary woman was meant for his little brother.

You shared a look with pony to silently tell him to shut up about what you really said, “Nothing that’s important. What does matter is that Ponyboy got a bunch of books that he should be reading.”

He playfully rolled his eyes, “You want me to read so you can talk to me about elves.”

You nodded, “Well yeah, they’re the best part so get to it! Once you start you will love it.”

Ponyboy nodded before picking up the books and heading towards his shared room with Soda to begin reading. You smiled as you watch him go. You knew deep down that he was excited to read but didn’t want to make it seem like he was. He liked to taunt you with your taste in movies and books but you knew he really did agree.

“You baby him more than Soda does.” Darry stated, giving you a teasing glance.

“I don’t baby him.” Soda argued, glaring at his older brother.

“You do, Soda. Darry’s right though, I baby him a lot but I can’t help it. Pony’s a good kid that’s curious about the world. Reminds me of my best friend back home... I am sorry that we didn’t leave a note, we didn’t even think about it.” You admitted, grabbing Soda’s hand and intertwining it with his. He melted into your touch and you could tell that he wasn’t mad anymore. He couldn’t stay mad at you even if he tried.

“I know, I know. Just try to be more careful.” Darry softly spoke, “I’m headed to get a shower and go to bed. Don’t let Pony stay up too late.”

Soda muttered a yes and goodnight as you saluted Darry in a joking way, making the oldest Curtis smile and roll his eyes before going about his way.

As soon as the door was shut you were pulled into Soda’s arms, both wrapped tightly around your midsection as he nosed against your neck. You blushed as you wrapped your arms around him too, smelling the oil and dirt that came with working at the DX. It was an oddly comforting smell. Distinctly him. Your soul mark tingled as he left a soft kiss against the skin of your throat.

“You gave me a real fright, doll.” He softly spoke. Your eyes fluttered shut as he pulled you closer, his lips grazing your skin with his words, “ just worried when you’re not around, ‘m always thinking about you.”

“I didn’t know you thought about anything other than cars all day,” you poked.

He snorted, “yeah right. As if.”

“I’m so used to my independence that I forgot that here I need to let people know where I’m going.”

He pulled away slightly, “Did your parents not care about your safety?”

You snorted, “They did. Of course they did, but it was so easy to get ahold of them that I could just let them know while I was away. Plus once I turned 17 they stopped really caring what I did as long as I wasn’t doing anything sketchy. And I was always with my best friends.”

“Makes sense. Darry doesn’t care what I do if I’m with Steve...”

You pullled away and picked up one of the books to start reading it, “He should be the most concerned when you’re around that boy.”

You sat on the couch and held the book in your lap as you gave him a pointed look. He rolled his eyes. You and Steve sorta got along. He was nice and all to you, but he was a dick to ponyboy and that wasn’t appreciated. He walked to the kitchen to get a pop.

Minutes later he sat beside you on the couch, glancing down at the words splashed across the pages. He skim read but the book didn’t seem that great to him.

“Y/n?”

“Hmmm, soda?” When he didn’t reply you half way shut the book and turned to him, “what’s up?”

“Does it ever bother you that you’re so much smarter than me?”

Your heart burned at his question. Soda had a complex that he was stupid because he dropped out of high school. Everyone knew he did it because of his situation in which he tragically lived. Darry couldn’t do everything on his own and soda knew that. He sacrificed his future for the better of his small family. He wasn’t dumb.

“Education changes through years, so a lot of new material has been taught to me that you wouldn’t have known.”

He crossed his arms against his chest and slunk down in the cushion, “Come on, for real. Doesn’t it bother you that I’m a drop out?”

You set the book down and shifted so that your hands wrapped around his right bicep. You leaned your head on his shoulder. He didn’t look at you, instead he was staring holes into his bedroom door.

“Sometimes I feel like you should’ve been Ponyboy’s soulmate instead of mine.” He softly spoke, “He’s brilliant.”

“Oh my god, Soda. Can it. The universe wouldn’t send me decades back to find you if we weren’t meant to be. Not one part of me cares that you didn’t finish high school. You’re Soda. The smart man who takes care of his family. Does it bother you that I’m brainless when it comes to cars?”

Soda gave you a look like you were insane, “I don’t mind at all.”

“See, it doesn’t matter. I don’t see you as dumb and I wish you would stop seeing yourself that way too.”

Ponyboy walked into the living room, blonde hair messy as if he was playing with it. His cheeks were flushed from sitting under blankets and he looked a bit sleepy. Reading always made him a bit tired from how at peace he was, which was rare in his current life.

“Y/N, I don’t know how to feel about Bilbo. He seems good but he also seems a little selfish.” He said, eyes skimming along some of the words.

You smiled, “He’s a really pure character. You’ll grow to enjoy him. What part did you get to?”

Just like that Soda was in a better mood. Watching you speak so happily and effortlessly to his little brother about a book made his heart soar. Sometimes he felt like he couldn’t connect with Pony like he wanted to. And where he was lacking you were there to make up for it.

A few hours later Soda sweetly kissed you goodnight before retiring to his shared room with Pony. You snuggled into the couch with blankets wrapped around you.

~~~

Opening your eyes you saw that you were laying in your bed instead of the Curtis’ couch. Panic flood through your veins at the idea of returning home without the boys. Your heart was racing out of your chest as you looked at the decorations on your wall. A place that felt like your safest place was now a personal hell.

You wanted to return home but not without Soda, Pony, Darry, Two-bit and even Steve. God, you had to have been especially emo if you wished to see Steve more.

The idea of seeing Claire and Margo was beyond relieving but the pain of never seeing Soda again almost cancelled it out. Once again you would be the friend without a soulmate- without a better half. You sighed as angry tears slipped from your eyes. Why did the world have to fuck with you so much? You didn’t have a soulmate, found them in another decade, and then when you grew adapted to the times and people, Mother Earth ripped you back to your old life.

“Hun, why are you crying?” You heard Soda say. You tried to sit up to look for him but a firm arm was wrapped around your middle. Somehow you completely didn’t register that when you woke up.

You struggled to turn around and there he was. Beautiful Sodapop Curtis laying right beside you in your bed. In 2020. His hair was slightly shorter but his kind blue eyes were still the same. He was still the same handsome boy from the 1960’s.

A choked sob escaped your lips as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling yourself as close as you could. Warm skin against yours assured yourself that he was real. This was real. Not some dream that your brain cruelly conjured you in attempt to calm you down.

“Did you have a nightmare?” He softly asked, a hand coming to rub up and down your back. His gesture only made more tears leak out of your eyes. You were so confused. Why wasn’t he freaking out too?

“I don’t know. Where’s Ponyboy and the guys?”

His hand faltered for a moment before he went back to comforting you, his lips pecked your forehead a few times, “They’re at home, probably asleep. Did you have a nightmare about them?”

Your mind was spiraling. Somehow the boys made it here too and soda seemed to not find this weird at all. He was acting like everything was normal.

“What year were you born?” You asked, clutching onto him, trying to remember what his skin felt like against yours.

“1999. Babe, tell me what’s going on. You’re starting to scare me here.” He lightly chuckled, adoring that you were clutching onto him as if he would disappear.

You didn’t know how to explain so you disguised it as a dream, “I had a weird dream, a really realistic one, that I was transported back to the 1960’s and I found you and the guys there. I can’t remember how we met now.”

You felt him shift slightly to get his arm free. He picked up his phone and the screen lit up. His lock screen was a picture of you two in front of a well taken care of old blue camaro.

“We met five months ago at a car show. You were with your grandpa, Claire, and Margo and I was with the boys. My mark burned when I accidently brushed your arm when I passed. We realized what was going on and we got this picture. We’ve been together since.” He recalled easily.

As he spoke, you could faintly see all of this happening in your point of view. How happy you felt when you saw him, the tingling of your mark, gushing internally at how attractive he was, you could even hear Margo cat calling in your head when you two got that picture.

Suddenly memories were dancing around in your brain. Getting Taco Bell together at midnight. Him joining your friend group to sit around the usual fire pit, him making you a s’more when you beg him even though you knew you didn’t have to ask more than once. Him building you the nice wooden shelf in your room that you put your weird Knick knacks on. Him laughing along when you scream “I will sacrifice my own life for Pakistan.” Going over for dinner and watching Lord of the Rings with pony boy.

“It’s all real.” You breathed out, “I’m sorry, that dream just really messed me up..”

He grinned down at you, his lips slowly drifting right above yours until they softly brushed together. Your soul mark tingled in utter delight. His arms slithered around your back as he moved on top of you, “I should be offended that you forgot about all of that, you know.”

You laughed, “Yeah... I’ll make it up to you by being nice to Steve for a whole day.”

He snorted, “wow, a whole day... that might kill you.”

You exaggeratedly nodded, “Honestly. He’s seriously the worst, soda.”

He boyishly smiled as he rolled off of you and stood up, grabbing his jeans and pulling them over his legs. He shoved his hands in each pocket to make them go in. He grabbed his plain black shirt and slid it over his shoulders and then head.

“I have to get home, Pony’s drivers test is in an hour and I’m the one to take him. He’ll for sure pass. I made sure of that. But tonight we will probably get cake to celebrate, the boys are all coming over. You’ll come, right?” He asked grabbing his hat and sliding it on his head.

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

He winked at you once and leaned over the bed to give you a quick peck, “see you soon, pretty lady.”

You blushed, “see ya soon, handsome.”

He smiled softly before walking out the door. You laid there in the bed in disbelief. Your dream was too real to not be true but at the same time you recalled meeting him in 2020 too.

Either way you were thankful that soda was in the present with you because it was honestly the best of both worlds.

A strong breeze hit the house and your window popped open. A small scrap of paper floated in and landed on your dresser. Your hands smoothed they paper before reading it.

“Sometimes reality changes for people who deserve it.”

#sodapop curtis imagine #sodapop curtis #sodapop #sodapop imagine #outsiders imagine #soulmate au #soulmate imagine

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Cruel Summer, Part 3

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AN: I’m really sorry I like posting at 1AM, I guess? Same warnings apply. Drinking, swearing, sexual frustration. Excited to hear what you think about this one...

There are nice neighborhoods in Wendlyn. There are suburbs with sprawling lawns and white picket fences and wraparound porches and two car garages. But Rowan has never seen anything like the Ashryver’s Terrasen summer estate. It took him a full fifteen minutes just to walk up the driveway. He supposed he could have parked on the driveway – he sees most everyone else has, but he’s certain his loud clunker of a truck would have only marred the view.

The house is stunning. It sits on top of a stony cliff that overlooks the North Sea. He cranes his neck up, taking in the mansion. It looks as if it’s four stories tall, and each window has its own personal balcony. The front door is wide open, so he walks through, admiring the high ceilinged foyer. His flip flops clop across the beautiful black and white marble floor, echoing loudly with each step, making him feel more and more self-conscious.

He’s already running extremely late. It took him forever to decide what to wear. Stupid, he knows. But he’s fucking nervous. He’s never been to a party like this. With people like this. He ultimately decided on a t-shirt and board shorts and flip flops – it was a pool party, right? But as he looks around the back patio, at the caterers and full bar, Rowan’s not sure he made the right choice. He looks over his shoulder, desperate for some reassurance from the girl he brought with him for moral support, but can only gape, horrified.

His roommate Manon, has taken off her leather jacket and revealed her outfit underneath – an oversized band t-shirt she’s wearing like a dress, which… barely reaches the tops of her thighs. He knows the t-shirt well, and though it promotes the Beastie Boys innocently on the front, he knows when she turns around, in large yellow block letters it will read: GET OFF MY DICK.

“Fucking A, Man. Put your jacket back on. That is so not appropriate. We’re at my boss’s house.”

Manon flicks a piece of lint off her shirt with her long black polished nails and narrows her eyes at Rowan. “Maybe if we hadn’t just walked four hundred miles down the driveway I wouldn’t be so fucking hot.” She smiles, baring her white teeth from under her dark lipstick. “Anyway, no one’s going to care soon. It’s open bar.”

“I don’t know why I asked you to come to this,” Rowan sighs, running his fingers through his hair. This was a bad idea. Manon isn’t exactly… work friendly, he thinks, as he takes in the ferocious-looking dragon tattoo that wraps itself around her forearm and disappears up her shirtsleeve.

“You couldn’t bear the thought of leaving me alone,” Manon coos, batting her heavily lined eyes at him. “Despite my many protests.”

“You’re a pain in my ass.”

“Don’t fucking slander me like that, Whitethorn. You know I’m the best you’ve ever had.” Manon winks. It’s a joke between them. They’ve lived together now for two years. Manon saved him after a particularly terrible run of bad roommates, and they’ve been cohabitating since. He made the mistake of telling her she was the best roommate he’d ever had one night, and she’s been taunting him about it ever since. Manon loves being the best.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re the best I’ve ever had.” Rowan blows her a kiss, and she pretends to catch it and throw it back at him. He clutches his heart, wounded from her rejection. Though it’s par for the course with the two of them.

A throat clears loudly, and they both turn. Rowan’s boss stands with the one person he wanted to work himself up to seeing today. Aelin looks just as good as she did the last time Rowan saw her — if not better, all warm sun-kissed skin and long wavy hair in an ethereal white dress. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes glint with fire. Rowan’s beginning to think that’s just their natural state.

“Lorcan!” Rowan, stutters, unprepared.

Lorcan’s lips tug into a small smirk as his eyes slide over to Aelin. “Aelin, I wanted to introduce you to—”

“Rowan Whitethorn,” Aelin drawls his name and holds out her hand out to shake his.

“I guess your connections came through,” Rowan says with a smile, but it’s not returned, and Rowan feels self-conscious again as he pulls his hand back.

There’s an awkward pause as Rowan wonders what the hell to say next. Aelin doesn’t seem interested in continuing a conversation, and Lorcan isn’t exactly the most amicable guy in the world.

Aelin’s eyes narrow and turn to the girl on Rowan’s right. “Aren’t you going to introduce us to your friend?”

“What?” Completely flustered, Rowan’s forgotten that Manon is beside him. Manon looks at him, annoyed. “Oh. Uh, yeah.” He shrugs. “Sorry. This is Manon.”

“I’ve just been standing here the whole time, you asshole,” Manon chides, and Rowan sends her a warning glare, but she smiles widely and ignores him, holding her hand out to shake hands with Aelin.

“Manon Blackbeak. Thank you so much for having me.” Though Manon sounds sincere, Rowan knows Manon is being anything but. She’s going to be mocking him about this party for days.

Aelin returns her handshake, and gasps upon seeing Manon’s nails — intricate black and white designs on long talon like shapes. Manon says they’re coffin shaped. Because that’s apparently a thing. Rowan shudders. Manon’s nails are the one thing about her that truly frighten him.

“Oh, I love your nails,” Aelin says, admiring them thoroughly. “But it’s such a shame you’ve broken two of them.”

Manon’s amber eyes flash with glee as she gives Aelin a practically feral grin. “Oh, sweetheart, those aren’t broken. I keep those two short on purpose, so I don’t hurt pretty things like you.”

“Jesus, Manon,” Rowan barks out, blushing for Aelin. Watching Manon flirt with the girl he’s had his eye on is enough to send him into an early grave. Rowan scans Aelin’s face for any signs of offense. He doesn’t see any, but feels the need to apologize for his roommate, regardless. “I’m so sorry for her. Honestly.”

Aelin looks confused, her eyes darting between Manon and Rowan at a rapid pace. “…I don’t get it,” Aelin admits, and Manon is about to explain when Rowan cuts her off.

“It’s better that way.”

Manon rolls her eyes and twists her long platinum hair over her shoulder. She preens, admiring her manicure and picks off a nonexistent hangnail before looking back at Aelin. “Something you should know about Rowan is that he’s absolutely no fun.”

“So it seems,” Aelin says, her brow furrowed. Aelin’s demeanor changes in an instant again, giving them a terse smile. “Well, it was nice to meet you, Manon. And to officially meet you, Rowan. Enjoy the party.” And with a flounce of her skirt, she’s gone.

As Rowan watches Aelin disappear back into her house —

“What’s the story there?” Manon asks. “You piss in her cereal or something?” Rowan quirks an eyebrow at Manon, and she laughs. “That girl does not like you.”

Rowan crosses his arms defensively. “Why would she not like me? I’m very likable.”

Manon poked a sharp talon into his arm. “That’s debateable. Regardless, I know you did something.”

“I didn’t do anything!” Rowan can feel the anger swirling around his stomach. There was some fundamental reflex to being disliked that always got the better of Rowan. It wasn’t that he had a compulsive need to be liked, but — okay, maybe it was that a little bit. But also, he hadn’t done anything wrong. And why was he so damn upset about being blown off by a person he’d spoken to just a handful of times?

Lorcan snorts as he finally pipes up. “Aelin’s a handful. Steer clear that drama.”

It’s the most candid Rowan has ever heard Lorcan ever be, so he nods, taking in his warning. Though he’s not a hundred percent sure he’s going to adhere to it.

“Let’s get drinks,” Rowan suggests and Manon follows him willingly. Drinks are definitely an idea she can get behind.

Rowan meets up at the bar with the rest of the Cadre — that’s what the group of his coworkers has named their text thread. He’s not exactly close with any of them yet, but it was nice to be added to the group chat. Fenrys and Gavriel are already wet from the pool and the twins, Connell and Vaughan, pass around beers to everyone.

Rowan’s taken his first swig of beer when he realizes he’s lost Manon along the way. He finds her mid-conversation with Elide, one of the other Playland managers. Rowan isn’t super familiar with the petite girl, and he’s shocked to see that his roommate is.

“You found a friend,” Rowan says, handing a beer to Manon.

“Manon was my Resident Advisor my freshman year at University of Terrasen. Can you believe that?” Elide squeals. “She was the absolute coolest. She always let me sleep on her couch when my roommate kicked me out for slutty sleepovers.” Elide leans into Manon’s side, and Rowan expects the cold, white-haired girl to shake her off, but she doesn’t. She shocks the hell out of Rowan and wraps her arm around Elide’s shoulders and squeezes her, looking down at her with a fond smile. A small pang of jealousy blooms in Rowan’s stomach. He didn’t expect Manon to have her own friends at this party. She was here to be his support. Which he obviously, desperately needs. He’s floundering here.

As Rowan tunes in and out of Elide and Manon’s conversation, giving the appropriate mhms and wows, his eyes wander the patio, searching for the blonde who disappeared on him earlier. He can’t shake her dismissal. He wants to talk to her. Know what’s behind those blue and gold eyes of hers. Know why the hell she walked away from him. He spots her by the pool. She’s reemerged from the house with her hair tied up in a messy bun, wearing only a white bathing suit and freshly painted bright red lips. Rowan can’t help but stare as she slowly makes her way into the pool, the water rising until it hits right at her chest. It’d be indecent if the swimsuit weren’t so modes. The girl certainly knows how to command attention.

“Rowan.” Manon snaps her long claws in front of his face.

“Hm?” Rowan brings his attention back to his evilly grinning roommate.

“I asked if you wanted to get into the pool,” Manon says, her eyebrow raised.

“Uh, yeah. Sure.”

Manon raises up onto her tiptoes and whispers into Rowan’s ear. “Think she’d be down for a threesome? She is fire.”

Rowan’s cheeks heat as he pushes Manon away. “Stop that.”

Manon grins. “But you’re so easy to rile up.”

Rowan finds a free chair for their things and strips off his t-shirt, and Manon does the same. He sighs upon seeing Manon’s black mesh strappy bikini, which looks more like lingerie than swimwear, showing off the artwork inked all over her body. Not that he can talk. He has his own tattoo, which runs up his chest and down his back.

As they make their way towards the pool, Rowan pauses. Aelin is in the pool with another man. He’s pale with floppy brown hair, and Rowan can tell he’s a rich kid just by looking at him. Their hands are all over each other. Aelin smiles and lets him kiss her cheek as she hoists herself onto his back.

“Uh ohhh,” Manon drawls. “Looks like Barbie’s already got herself a Ken.”

Rowan elbows her in the ribs. Perhaps a little harder than intended. Manon scowls at him. “I’m never taking you as a wingman anywhere ever again,” Rowan grits out.

“Ahah! So you admit it. I am here as a wingman because you have a crush on the boss’s daughter.”

Rowan flicks his pine green eyes at Manon. He doesn’t have to confirm anything. Manon has figured him out. So what? He thought Aelin was cute, and yeah, he thought maybe today would be a good opportunity to talk to her again. Get to know her a little better. Maybe start a friendship. Maybe more. Who knows? But it looks like that’s not in the cards. The dismissal was her way of letting him down easy. She’s already involved. Whatever. It’s better this way, Rowan thinks to himself. This way he won’t put his job at risk. Or his heart. It’s fine. He doesn’t know anything about the girl other than how good she looks in a bathing suit. He’ll get over it. He’s sure of it.

Except he doesn’t. The rest of the day is torture. Aelin avoids his gaze, shifting away from him at every opportunity. And it drives him absolutely insane. She splashes around the pool with her cohort, whose name he overhears is Dorian. He swears if he hears her shout out “Dor!” with unbridled affection one more time, he’s going to crack his teeth by how hard he’s grinding them. He tries to distract himself by racing with the Cadre, who’ve taken up the entire deep end, but he tires quickly.

Water-logged and exhausted from the sun, Rowan pulls himself out of the pool. He leaves Manon in Elide’s company and tells her he’s going for a walk. Rowan needs to clear his head. He grabs another beer and heads down the walkway to the beach. There’s something about the salt air and the sand that soothes him. Rowan walks a ways down, admiring the row of mega mansions that overlooks the water, though he can’t help but feel like even more of an outsider than he already is. He does not belong in this neighborhood. By the time Rowan makes his way back to the Ashryvers’ the sun is halfway dipped into the horizon, and dusk is upon them.

He finds a side gate to the house and makes his way through it, surprised that it leads to a beautiful rose garden. Vines crawl and wind themselves around arched trellises creating a magical canopy of flowers. His mom would love this garden. He sits to take a picture for her when the garden lights turn on, lighting the flowers with delicate twinkle lights, giving the garden an ethereal glow.

Rowan’s phone buzzes with a text from Manon. People are leaving. Where u at, bitch?

He laughs to himself and texts her back quickly. Be right there. Just paused to take a pic.

Loser.

Rowan ignores Manon’s reply and snaps another photo of the garden. He wishes he had his real camera and not just his camera phone to capture the light of the garden, but he thinks he manages to take an okay snap of the lit roses with the fading sun over the ocean in the background.

He’s about to head back to the patio when he hears a voice from overhead call out, “Romeo, Romeo, where for art thou, Romeo?”

He looks up, and sure enough, Aelin is dramatically leaning over her balcony, hand placed over her brow, as if she were searching through the crowds for her paramour.

Rowan is positive she doesn’t see him in the dusky twilight, so he chuckles somewhat loudly and gives her a short wave to get her attention.

Aelin straightens up immediately, her posture suddenly rigid with tension. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t see anyone out here.”

“I figured,” Rowan says, running his hands through his hair, a nervous habit of his. He spots a silhouetted shadow emerging from behind Aelin and smiles sadly. “By the way, I think your Romeo is behind you.”

Confused, Aelin turns, and sure enough Dorian appears next to her. He pulls her into his arms, and Rowan’s heart gives a small sad tug as he watches Dorian spin Aelin and lower her into a low dip. His footsteps feels heavy as he walks away and hears her peals of laughter ring out into the slowly encroaching darkness.

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unholyplumpprincess · 3 years

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Anything for you

For anon who asked: Not a prompt. well kinda. pls THINK about gibby and the "you want me to wear that?" line. like, my heart can't take it. he'd be so cute in lingerie or fishnets or even just a string, maybe heels. all blushy, trying to hide but getting flustered when you tell him how good and cute he looks

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Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Gibraltar/Reader

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader is gender neutral/gender ambiguous, fluff, lingerie, Gibraltar likes being called pretty and has a praise kink, just very fluffy and soft nothing too bad just explicit!!!

Words: 1.8k

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Makoa Gibraltar was a romantic at heart.

It wasn’t hard to fall for him- c'mon, just look at him. Built like a real-life giant teddy bear with a kind smile and a contagious laugh. You’d met because you were one of the lead medics on standby in the medical bay for when legends would fall, or when they would become champion and need to limp their way back. You were specialized in both the robotics and the flesh that came through here, so you were scheduled to work quite frequently when a season was going on.

More than once you’d serviced him. Checking his vitals and going through the motions. Normally he’d crack jokes to you, ask how you were doing, all while he ignored the likely searing pain in his body. Sometimes he’d wince, but then beam up at you, dimples and all and go, “Ey, ain’t nothin’ I ain’t had worse of. You’ll fix me right up, right, doc?” And he always said it like he trusted everything in you and your heart would pound, you’d flush, and try to come up with something back.

You should have realized he’d been flirting. You should have realized it long before he’d asked you out all whilst rubbing the back of his neck and mumbling that maybe in the med-bay wasn’t the most ROMANTIC area to ask you out, but he couldn’t catch you off work.

You’d been so startled trying to catch what he had said that once your brain caught up, you’d finally shouted ‘yes’ a bit too loudly and enthusiastically. But, at least it made him laugh?

~Rest under the cut~

Now you were six months strong and found yourself watching the screens with more nervousness when Makoa was in the arena. You knew death didn’t happen in the arena, no, but the pain and fear were just as real. Yet, he was always so kind, big smiles and enthusiasm. One time when he’d been champion, he’d blown a kiss at the camera and said it had been for you. You hadn’t been able to talk straight for an hour.

Such a sweetheart.

Some days he was Makoa Gibraltar, Apex Legend, Apex champion, a face to be seen on a screen and to be admired.

And some days? Some days he was just Makoa. Your boyfriend who liked to hog the blankets and squeeze you tight in the morning so you’d whine about having to go pee and laugh at you as you tried to squirm away.

Today? Today he was Makoa.

“You want me to...to wear that?”

You beam brightly, nodding your head enthusiastically as you look over at the outfit you’d lain out on a chair. Said outfit he was looking at couldn’t even count as an outfit. It was a soft baby pink baby doll, a split right beneath the chest to fan out in gorgeous lace. It came with a thong, one you’re sure wouldn’t hold him and the idea made you want to drool. You’d also lain out white fishnets and four-inch black stilettos.

“You said you wanted to get more in touch with your feminine side,” You gleefully state, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and hardly being able to lock your fingers together around him. You nose just below his shoulders where you can reach, giving him a squeeze. “Besides, you said you wanted to try wearing this sorta thing, why not start now? It’s in your size- isn't it preeeetty?”

“Ya must be the devil, baby.” Makoa laughs, causing your body to vibrate with the motion. He sounds embarrassed, and you just know his face is flushed and burning red.

“Sooo...is that a yes?”

“For you, my love? Anything.”

You left your home for a little due to a call for work just to do a check up on Pathfinder’s processors. Not a problem, you lived close to the compound and it wasn’t anything difficult to walk to and from. Pathfinder is as chipper and thankful as ever, mentioning something about overheating but you’d checked his processors and they were all good to go. You offered for him to maybe lay off any activities that may be causing him to heat up, accepting his thumbs up of approval, and went on your way.

When you came home, the smell of Makoa’s shampoo was the first thing that hits you. He’d obviously had a shower a little bit ago when the warmth and humidity rolling out of the bathroom hits you as you pass it. And once you enter your bedroom, you figure out why. Not that, of course, you couldn’t take the hint but...

The outfit fit him perfectly. Right down to the heels. Makoa is sat on the edge of the bed, one powerful leg over the other, hands folded in his lap and face flushed red. His hair is down, showing the few streaks of gray from where he’d pulled his wavy hair over to one side to let it frame his face beautifully. His skin is still glowing from his shower, his tattoos all on display and making you bite your bottom lip.

“You look beautiful, baby.” You breathe out, dropping your bag on the floor next to the door and kicking off your socks and shoes. You pad over to where he is, watching him peek up from where he’d been looking at his lap and he offers you one of those award-winning smiles. Though it’s a bit crooked as if he’s shy.

“Can you stand up and do a twirl?” You playfully speak once you’re close enough, gently resting a hand over his thigh and leaning in to get a peek at his face. Immediately Makoa laughs, hands unfolding so he can cup your face adoringly between both of his warmed hands.

“Now ya just being selfish.” He playfully responds back, bringing you closer until his full lips can cover your own. You’re both smiling into the kiss, your nails lightly pressing to his thigh as you stand on your tiptoes to get a better angle for him.

Once you part, you bop your nose affectionately to his with a small laugh, “Aw, c’mon, didn’t you just say earlier that I could have anything?”

The reminder makes his eyes open, deep pools of brown that narrow playfully at his own words being twisted. You offer a grin in turn, bouncing your eyebrows twice to effectively make him laugh and shoo you back and offering you his seat.

You plop onto the bed like an excited child. Smiling brightly up at him as he stands in front of you, four inches taller than he normally is and near marking him at 7 foot. You don’t mask your attraction nor excitement as you bite your bottom lip, hands in your lap and practically bouncing in place.

You eagerly make a ‘go ahead’ motion with your head and that makes Makoa chuckle, rolling his eyes dramatically at you before doing a spin for you. He even goes so far as to grab the chair you’d had resting in the middle of your room where you most certainly did not have it JUST to put the clean clothed you didn’t want to fold into.

Okay maybe, but that wasn’t the point.

The point was now he’s bent over. Bent completely over, grasping the edge of the chair, legs splayed a bit, and showing you all his features. How his ass looks in the fishnets and thong, you’re right about the thong not being able to hold him, but seems the fishnets were doing a pretty good job in helping secure his cock to his body. His powerful, long legs look ever the more defined in heels and oh how his soft, muscular padding looked in the baby doll from the front was already beautiful, but now you get to see the strength in his arms flex from behind.

“Oh, Makoa...” You breathe out again, letting your eyes rake over his form and a whine blossoming from your throat. “Oh, this was such a good idea.”

You watch his shoulders shake briefly with a quiet laugh, only to watch them seize up when you shift off the bed. You let your hands wander down over his thick ass, squeezing appreciatively at his thighs and sliding one hand between his legs to cup at the bulge in his thong.

Makoa’s breath wavers, head falling forward and a small shake added to his body. You coo about how pretty he is again as you let both hands come up to grab at the top of his tights, rolling them down his ass with his thong and groaning at the sight of him.

Hearing his breath pick up as you slide your hands back between his thighs, you gently pat and make him spread his legs wider. His cock hangs between his legs, a thick girth rivaling your wrist. He’s a good seven inches and half chubbed up right now, he’s proportional to his body with his hair kept trimmed in this area. His balls are a good handful, heavy in your palm where you gently squeeze and roll them now just to hear him choke out a sound.

Your mouth waters at the sight of his ass. The flush of his hole makes you want to lick and suck and kiss and make him whine about how embarrassing it was for you to touch there. You bite your lip at the thought, tempted to, but you save the thought for later.

“You’re so pretty, sweetheart.” You murmur again, dropping to your knees with a dull thud behind him so you can roll his tights down a little more to really get a good look at him. You sigh at the way his cock jerks at the praise, running a finger along the underside just to watch it lazily jerk again.

Makoa shudders, hanging his head. His voice is tight when he finally speaks, just as you wrap a loose hand around his cock. “N-not that I don’t like being-” He pauses to take a sharp breath in when you hum happily, swiping a thumb over the drooling head to smear the bead of precum. “-expo—exposed for you like this but the heels are a little-”

His voice shakes again when your other hand cups his balls, gently squeezing and distracting him. From behind him, you grin deviously, but you press a kiss to the back of his thigh. ”You wanna sit down instead?”

He immediately nods, making you release him and helping him get out of his heels, undoing the strap around his ankle and pulling it off each foot before guiding him to sit down on the bed.

You scoot on your knees to rest between his splayed out thighs. Watching Makoa’s fingers flex on his thighs and smiling as you lean up to nuzzle at his inner thigh, helping him pull off his tights and thong so he’d stay in just his baby doll.

“Just relax and let me take care of you tonight, sweetheart.” You murmur.

A tease of a grin edges his lips, fluttering his lashes.

“Anything for you, my love.”

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penny4yourthot · 5 years

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Opposites Attract

Summary: Just some Pure Angel SMUT. BDSM

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You have always heard the saying ‘opposites attract’ but you never thought it was true until the day you met your current boyfriend, Angel Reyes. You two were complete opposites. You were very quiet, shy and timid while he was more outgoing and seemed to always love to be in control.

Of course, you were attracted to him; those eyes that were earthy brown like the ground after a rainy day in the spring, his arms that he always had to show off rarely wearing sleeves, the tattoos that you loved to trace while the two of you lay in bed together. But what really drew you to him was that dominant personality.

Not at first though, when you met him you wanted to get as far away from him as possible. You remember the day like it was yesterday when in fact it was a year and a half ago. One of your friends invited you to the party at the Mayans clubhouse, well, more so forced you to go because you never went out. You usually spend your Saturday nights reading a book with a hot cup of tea. So when Maggie showed up at your house at 8 pm with an outfit for you to wear, you weren't very happy. But you had agreed to go and thought maybe if you went this one time she would leave you alone for a while.

When you got to the clubhouse, you were shocked to see all the women stripped down to virtually no clothes and the most the men were already drunk by the time you arrived at 9:30. Maggie had proceeded to drag you around and introduced you to all the guys and one caught your eye, the prospect EZ. He was quite like you, but when his brother kept hitting on you all night, you were ready to get out of there.

Angel would show up at your place almost every weekend to hang out with you, he always said there was something about you that he found so attractive. When you agreed to be friends with him that seemed to settle him down for a few weeks until he wanted more, and honestly so did you. He had grown on you and you started loving the way he wanted to be in control. Now you were thankful for Maggie dragging you out of your comfort zone to the rowdy party.

Angel was at the clubhouse for a few nights and had not come home. This wasn't particularly unusual, especially since you knew something was going on with the cartel and the rebels. You figured he wouldn't be home tonight so you found yourself lying in bed missing him a little too much.

You knew the rules though, you were not allowed to pleasure yourself if you didn't get permission from Angel. To most, this rule would seem crazy and way too controlling but you loved it. You had found the dominant/submissive relationship growing on you more and more every day.

You thought Angel wouldn’t be home tonight, he had called you earlier saying that some shit was going down with the cartel. You couldn’t help but start touching yourself with the overwhelming desire to have him home in bed with you right now.

You pulled your pajama bottoms down, then your panties and started thinking about all the things Angel would do to you if he was there laying next to you. You started rubbing your clit, feeling the wetness below, it was amazing the effect Angel had on you even when he wasn’t with you at the moment. You dipped your fingers inside and plunged them back in quickly then moved your fingers back up to your clit. The feeling that shot through your abdomen signaling you were close was interrupted by the room door opening. You hadn't heard anyone walk in the house due to the TV being on for background noise.

Quickly pulling your hand away, you looked over to see Angel walk in the room, he stopped immediately when he saw what you were doing. All hope of him not noticing was lost when you looked up at him and saw the look on his face. THAT look, the one that he gave you every time you broke a rule, the one where it seemed like he was burning fire directly into your soul. You knew you were in trouble.

“What are you doing?” he asked quirking an eyebrow, seeing if you were going to lie to him or tell him the truth.

“I… I um-”

“You what?” his tone of voice stern, you knew better than to lie to him.

“I was just, um, just thinking about you and I wanted you but you weren't here and-”

“And you thought it was okay to touch yourself without asking for permission?” he questioned, his eyes darker as they scanned the view of you on the bed, your pajama bottoms, and panties at your ankles.

“I’m sorry, I just really have missed you these past few days,” you said as you sat up and grabbed the hem of your panties getting ready to pull them back up. You felt his grasp on your arm stopping your actions.

“Stop,” his voice was demanding, he reached for your panties and pajama bottoms and pulled them off quickly. “Let me see,” he added, motioning towards your core, your legs were locked together when he roughly pulled them apart.

“You're dripping wet.” He licked his lips. He knew you needed to be punished but the view in front of him was so tempting.

“I always am when I'm thinking about you,” your voice broke the silence as he stared at you.

“And you think that because you were thinking of me you don't deserve to be punished, baby girl.”

“No, I deserve it”

“Turn over, on all fours,” he commanded. You were smart enough to do what you were told, not wanting to get in more trouble. You turned your head and looked over your shoulder watching as Angel started to unbuckle his belt.

“Turn around. You know better than to look back here,” his voice filled with desire and control.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry? Sorry what?” he added, a shiver ran through your body half nervous half excited to see what he was going to do.

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

Those were the words you wanted to hear. You heard him finish taking off his belt off his pants, the familiar jingle of the metal loop and the prong clashing together warned you of your punishment.

You shrieked when you felt the warm leather of his belt hit your ass with enough force to leave a mark.

“Maybe you’ll learn not to be a naughty little Puta,” he huffed out as he pulled the belt back and whipped you with it again. You couldn't help the wince that escaped your mouth. As much as it hurt, he would never hit you hard enough to where you would start to bleed, and a small part of you enjoyed the pain.

“Such a bad girl,” the belt hit you once more, the stinging sensation causing a fire to burn deep within you.

“Why does Daddy do this to you?”

“Because he loves me.” Your breathy reply came just after the last whip of the belt.

“That's my good girl.” You heard him throw the belt on the floor, a wave of relief washed over you knowing your punishment was over. You shuddered when you felt is warm hand rub over the sensitive sting on your ass where the belt had hit you.

“Are you going to be a good girl now? Or is Daddy going to have to punish you more?”

“Ill be good, I promise.” You couldn't help the moan that broke loose from your mouth when you felt his tongue lick over your core. He inserted two fingers into you roughly plunging in and out.

“You’re still so fucking wet,” he groaned as he sped his pace up, his hand brushing against your clit with every thrust. You knew after every punishment he would always take care of you and tonight proved no different.

He quickly pulled his fingers out of you and began rubbing your clit with the perfect amount of pressure and speed. He was the only one who could make you feel this good. You were so close, you could feel the wave of pleasure start to make its way up your body. You knew you had to hold on till he gave you permission.

“Cum for me Princesa,” he muttered as he continued to rub your pussy. “Such a good girl waiting for Daddy to tell you to cum,” he added and that's all it took for you to let go. The world fading in and out as your toes curled and your legs began to shake. Your abdomen clenched with the sensation.

He didn't give you much time to come down from your high as you felt his tip rub against your wetness. He slowly slid into you and you arched your back at the fullness.

“Damn, sticking that ass up for me,” he groaned as he looked down at the view, “my cock looks so good in that pussy,” he added as he started to slid in and out of you with an agonizingly slow pace. He chuckled as you backed up on him wanting him to speed up his pace.

“This too slow for you baby?” he joked as he slowed down even more.

“Please, Daddy,” he knew just what you wanted. He slammed roughly into you and pulled out plunging back into you, setting a fast pace. He loved the way you started to moan at the pleasure you were feeling. He grabbed your hips and pulled you back to him with each thrust. The pain of him going too deep mixed with the pleasure as Angel snakes his arm around you rubbing your clit had your second orgasm building up. His other hand still pulling your hip back to yourself. He knew you were close by the way you were holding your breath, he could feel your legs start to shake again.

“Pl-please, Daddy” you begged for his permission.

“Not yet,” he choked out, he was burying himself deep within you and you could hear his breath hitch, you knew he was close as well.

“I can’t w-wait,” you shuddered as it became almost painful to not let go.

“You wait for Daddy” he panted, your moans starting to come out as a plea for your release. He knew you weren't physically able to hold on much longer, your walls started to clench down around his cock which in turn was sending him over the edge.

“Good girl, cum with me princesa,” and as if you had much of a choice you let go, your muscles relaxing as you dissolved with pleasure. You hands clenched as your vision faded, you felt Angel spill himself inside of you with a low grunt.

He stayed within you for a moment before pulling out and stepping off the bed. You turned around and laid on your back with your eyes clenched shut trying to control your breathing. You heard him walk into the bathroom and turn the water on in the tub after putting the stopper in the drain so the tub would fill up.

You felt Angel put his arm under your neck and legs and picked you up carrying you into the bathroom bridal style. He stood you up in the tub and stepped in behind you, running his hand across the marks on your ass from the belt.

“Daddy doesn't like doing this to you baby girl, you know that right?” Sincerity was shining through his voice as he spoke.

“I know Daddy, I was bad and I deserved it”

“At least you learned your lesson now, princess.” His hands ran down your back soothingly as he spoke.

He sat down in the tub and you followed sitting down between his legs. He took your vanilla lavender oil that sat in a purple glass bottle beside the tub and poured some into his hands. You shuddered as you felt the cold oil in contrast with Angel's warm hands run down your back. He gently massaged the oil into your shoulders and back, you could feel the tension leaving your muscles as you relaxed into his touch.

You always loved this side of Angel, the side where he was sweet after a punishment. He always made sure that you were taken care of in any way you needed to be after he taught you a lesson. Even though some people viewed your relationship as strange, and abusive, you wouldn't have it any other way.

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jjkmagic · 6 years

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Sweet Tooth - Rarepair Week Day 2

Title: Sweet Tooth

Pairing: Hancio

Word Count: 2122 Summary: Honesty/Lies - Lucio finally got Hanzo to agree to a date with him! Or well, he accepted an invitation that didn’t strictly read date but it might as well have been! Unfortunately no one told him Hanzo disliked crowds AND loud music so a concert was... definitely not the best choice. To avoid another disaster Lucio asks Genji for some help planning their next date! A/N: I’ve already fallen behind on schedule, I’ll try to catch up but I dunno if I’ll make it. If not expect my posts with a slight delay xD Also, totally un-edited again! Don’t hit me please xD Anyway, I’ll be back with more Reinzo for Day 3 and 5, Day 4 will see a return of Hancio^^

Sweet Tooth

Lucio C. D. S. 11:08 AM:

Help! I need dating spot recs for my second date with Hanzo!!

Lucio C. D. S. 11:08 AM: Also! It would gave been really appreciated if you had told me that Hanzo kept refusing my concert invitations because he just really hates crowds AND loud music?!

Genji S. 11:11 AM: Wait, wait, wait, what. I missed the memo where it said you wanted to DATE my brother.

Lucio C. D. S. 11:11 AM: I kept inviting him???

Genji S. 11:12 AM: I thought you just wanted him to feel included???

Lucio C. D. S. 11:12 AM: Okay, newsflash: I want to date Hanzo. Now, will you help me or not?? Genji is typing...

Genji S. 11:13 AM: A bakery. Make it a coffee date?? My brother has a massive sweet tooth. Not that he'd ever admit it, of course.

Lucio C. D. S. 11:13 AM: So he'll like that?? I need some surefire success after that disaster at the concert!

Genji S. 11:14 AM: Ah, he'll act like he doesn't care. But trust me, once he gets some sweets he'll get more docile ;)

Genji S. 11:14 AM:

Was it that bad though?

Lucio C. D. S. 11:15 AM: Okay?? I trust you on this! He was real cool about it but he was visibly uncomfortable D:

Lucio C. D. S. 11:15 AM: Thx man, gotta go!

Genji S. 11:16 AM:

Good Luck! ;)

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Finding one Hanzo Shimada was definitely the easiest part of Lucio’s plan. The man could either be found meditating with his brothers somewhere on the cliffs of Gibraltar or training at the extensive training areal within the base of Gibraltar itself, which is where Lucio found him this time as well.

The archer back was to him, gold scarf wafting in the soft breeze, the midday sun kissing his bared skin putting even more emphasis on the blue dragons running down his arm. Lucio could get just as lost on those detailed lines of ink as he could in the man himself. He wanted to know more about him, wanted to know everything, if only the man would let him.

Lucio waited till Hanzo let go of the arrow he had nocked, watching it fly and hit dead center of the farthest target. He made it look so ridiculously easy too. Lucio approached him then, making sure he could be heard.

“Shimada-san,” he said in greeting as he came to a stop a few feet away.

Hanzo straightened, lowering his bow as he turned. He nodded in acknowledgment but didn’t speak up, obviously waiting for Lucio to state his reasons for interrupting him.

Lucio tried not to waver under that intense gaze, trying to keep his nervous tells in check as he went for a casual approach.

“I was about to head into town to get some coffee. I thought I’d ask you to if you wanted to tag along? You know, to make up for last time?” He couldn’t help but lowering his voice sheepishly as he mentioned the disaster of his first private outing with the archer some days ago.

Thankfully Hanzo didn’t seem annoyed at all, instead his expression softened noticeable but the moment he went to answer Lucio just knew he’d not take him up on the offer, yet.

“There’s no need-” As Lucio expected the reply he was quick to intervene. “I know! But I really want to? It was my mistake after all. I should just have asked if you even liked music.”

The archer looked slightly surprised for a moment before considering his words. He averted his eyes though and Lucio could practically see him looking for an excuse.

Was it a lost cause after all? He hadn’t told Lucio that he didn’t like music, maybe Hanzo also just didn’t know how to tell him that he just wasn’t interested in Lucio at all?

Lucio sighed inwardly. He’d give up after one more try, just one more!

“I also heard they offer a nice variety of cake and I thought I might try some while I am at it,” he mentioned casually and even he could see Hanzo react at the mention, his eyes slowly focusing on Lucio again, as if not to appear to eager, so Lucio just added one last thing. “I would go alone but it’s such a hassle if I get recognized while in town.”

Lucio’s heart fluttered as he saw Hanzo’s lips quirk up at that.

“Are you saying you might require a bodyguard?” he asked, clearly amused.

Lucio couldn’t believe his luck, so he right along with it. “I surely wouldn’t be opposed to one,” he replied, smiling coyly.

Hanzo huffed softly at that, not quite a chuckle but closer than Lucio had ever gotten.

“Very well.”

“Awesome!” Lucio really couldn’t contain his excitement at this point anymore, smiling brightly, only growing more excited when he saw a faint smile on Hanzo’s face as well. “Meet you in front of the gate in thirty?”

Hanzo nodded once and Lucio waited a moment longer to see him turn and move to retrieve his arrows from the targets before he turned and left the training area himself.

The next twenty minutes were a nightmare of trying to find an outfit that said he was trying but wasn’t trying too hard either. He wasn’t nearly as buff as Hanzo but he figured he was fit enough to be allowed to show that too, so he ended up with a bright green tank top and some casual shorts that were comfy and nonrestrictive but still put nice emphasis on his ass. Giving himself a last once-over he decided he wasn’t going to find anything better, at least not in time and went to meet up with Hanzo.

The archer was already waiting, leaning back against the gate as Lucio walked up to him. Hanzo straightened and Lucio couldn’t help it but tried not to be too obvious in checking him out. Hanzo had changed out of his typical kyudo-gi and now wore a dark blue long sleeve - possibly to hide his tattoo - that was just tight enough to emphasize his muscles in all the right ways.

Lucio wasn’t drooling, not one bit! He swallowed once, just to make sure anyway.

“You know where we need to go?” Hanzo asked after a moment of silence that probably stretched just a little too long.

Lucio laughed to hide his embarrassment. “Sure, just follow me!”

The trip to the little cafe in town was spent silently, but not uncomfortably so. Lucio could see Hanzo admiring the view on their way to town and then curiously peering at the shops and stands lining the streets. Lucio was tempted to ask if he didn’t get out of the base much but he stopped himself. He knew that Hanzo didn’t. The man was almost scarily dedicated to his training and trying to mend his relationship with his brother. It was admirable really, Lucio just couldn’t imagine ever restricting himself so much. You had to go crazy eventually, right?

When they were nearing their destination Lucio could practically smell it before he saw it. The cafe’s door was open and the smell of coffee and fresh sweet pastry drifted out into the streets.

Hanzo faltered when he first picked up on it and Lucio tried to mask his smirk as the archer tried to play it off as merely stopping to admire the small charming establishment from afar.

Lucio didn’t comment on it when Hanzo eventually resumed walking. Lucio found them a small table further in the back for more privacy, even though the cafe was relatively empty, the only other customers a young man examining the display case showing off their cakes and pastries and a couple engaged in quiet conversation at a table close to the door.

“What do you want?” Lucio asked, determined to be the perfect gentleman this time around. God, why had he invited Hanzo to a concert of all places. He still couldn’t get over that massive blunder on his part.

Hanzo looked around, trying his hardest to not even look at the cake display. It was as endearing as it was painful to watch.

Were Yakuza not allowed to like cake, or were they simply not even allowed to be honest about small things like that? Was it considered a weakness? Lucio didn’t know, he couldn’t rightly imagine it either.

“I’ll just take a coffee,” Hanzo ventured eventually.

“Really? You don’t want to try any of their pastries?” Lucio offered, realizing he’d probably have to bait Hanzo a little again.

Or was he overstepping again? Had Genji lied after all? But how was he supposed to interpret all those little reactions then?

“Just a coffee will be fine.”

Lucio sighed inwardly and got up to order them both some coffee. He was really torn now, uncertainty tainting his honest excitement at just being here with Hanzo.

With two hot coffee cups in hand he returned to their table.

Hanzo looked up at him in surprise. “Didn’t you want to try some cakes?”

Lucio smiled, waving his concerns away. “I’m still considering.”

Hanzo accepted that and after a moment of consideration took a sip of his coffee. Lucio couldn’t read his reaction but he didn’t seem displeased at least.

Lucio just wasn’t sure any more! Should he bait Hanzo some more, counting on Genji to be right on this? Or would that result only result in another very uncomfortable Hanzo who merely played along. There was also the question of why he ever even did play along. Was he merely hoping Lucio would just stop asking if he agreed once?

No, no more of that! He would just try one more time, he had gotten this far. Also he had managed much bigger feats than a mere date with an admittedly very attractive man, but still just a date. You either hit it off or not, there was no reason overthink things like that.

“I’m thinking...” Lucio spoke up after coming to his decision.

“Hm?” Hanzo, in the middle of sip, hummed to indicate he was listening.

“They have quite a variety a cake here. I’d like to try several of them but I really can’t eat them all by myself...”

Hanzo placed the cup back on the table, looking at him. He obviously wasn’t going to help Lucio out here, so Lucio just asked, trying to ignore the heat rising to his cheeks unbidden.

“Just, would you share them with me? It feels like a waste to only try one of them.”

Hanzo blinked, looking surprised and in the next moment indecisive. But if Lucio wasn’t completely wrong he also looked extremely tempted. He tried to keep his smile in check as Hanzo nodded, almost imperceptibly to himself before addressing Lucio again.

“Sure, I wouldn’t mind.”

Performing an inner victory dance, Lucio got up again. Standing in front of the display case though he realized that he had no idea what he was supposed to get. Something fruity? Something sugar-coated? What would Hanzo like? Thankfully his offer to Hanzo gave him several chances to get it right at least, so just ordered the most colorful thing he could see first.

“Oh, and could a get a second spoon, please?”

It felt like holding a trophy when he returned to the table with a small plate of cake and two spoons. He sat back down and watched Hanzo eyeing the cake with obvious interest but he didn’t pick up the spoon.

Lucio pointed at it. “I got you a spoon since I didn’t know if you’d be comfortable with sharing?”

Hanzo shook his head, smiling softly. “That’s not it. I just thought I’d wait for you to try. If it is to your liking maybe you’d rather keep it to yourself after all.”

Lucio actually laughed at that. This man just didn’t give up, did he? Now, did he like cake or didn’t he? Only one way to find out.

“Nonsense, I asked to share, so we’re going to share it!” he declared, scooping up a small piece of cake onto his spoon and holding it in front of Hanzo’s face.

Hanzo looked at it skeptically for a moment before smiling softly.

“If you insist.” And then those lips closed around the spoon and Lucio forgot to breathe the moment he realized Hanzo just let himself be fed. The archer’s eyes closed as he chewed, savoring the taste, and when they opened, focusing right on him, bright and happy, Lucio realized he went straight past a simple crush, right into being utterly and hopelessly screwed.

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