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ricksroaches · 3 years

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Jimin - Dysphoria ch. 2

pairing: Yoongi x Reader, OT7 x Reader (platonic)

summary: Jimin gets in trouble defending Y/N. Later that night things get deep.

notes: Y/N is based of an OC so if a few traits don't match yours I'm sorry T.T. To clear things up, this chapter takes place like a year before the actual storyline. Present day, Y/N and Jimin are juniors.

word count: 4.5k

warnings: cursing, mental illness, drugs (weed, LSD), smut (fingering, spanking, v penetration), mentions of sexual assault

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Jimin lost his virginity when he was 14.

Too fast? Ight let’s take it back a little.

Jimin was the perfect kid. Obedient, polite, compassionate, the ultimate parent dream package. He was born to please everyone. To give everyone joy, even if that joy was his own. But it wasn’t enough when it came to his parents. Their marriage was rocky even before he was in the picture. They divorced, and his dad moved out when he was 8, leaving his mom to raise him and his older sister by herself. He got a good lawyer and ended up getting out of custody, but his mom managed to get decent child support out of it. If one thing is true about this world it’s that a man with deep pockets can get whatever he wants.

Jimin wouldn’t see his dad for another four years, but life went on as it does; he continued to excel in dance, make good grades, make everyone happy. That was, until Seunghyun came into the picture.

He seemed okay at first. His mom had met him through a friend, and it didn’t take long for them to start dating. He was nice enough, handsome enough, wealthy enough. Jimin remembered the day he met him for the first time.

“Hey, Jimin right?”

“Yes sir.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you. Your mom talks about you a lot.”

“…thank you?”

He laughed. “How old are you?”

“11.”

There was a pause. He simply nodded a few times before clapping him on the shoulder. “You’re a good kid. Keep that up.”

Seunghyun began coming over more and more frequently, most times even staying the night. Jimin had grown to like him quite a bit. He always brought something for him like a candy bar or a pair of Ray Bans he didn’t wear anymore. He often took him out to get ice cream and other spur of the moment treats.

Jimin's sister, Roseanne, was also a dancer. In fact, she was the reason he started. She was the whole world in his eyes and the most beautiful dancer he’d ever seen. Her dancing was the kind that sucked the air out of the room. No one dared breathe as everyone’s eyes followed her fluid movements. You simply couldn’t take your eyes off her in fear of missing a detail. It didn’t matter what you were doing. If Rose was dancing, you were watching.

Rose had a dance tournament in L.A., a solid 6 hour drive from their home in San Francisco. Mom was too busy with work to take her, so Seunghyun offered which she gratefully accepted. Jimin wasn’t worried at all, he knew she’d beat everyone there, which was why it surprised him to see her come home with a broken spirit. When he asked her what happened she simply said, “I didn’t make it.” He consoled her while she wept throughout the next two nights.

It wasn’t until the boys’ trip Seunghyun planned as an extra birthday gift that he would understand Rose’s tears. He’d just turned 12.

Jimin separated his life into two books. One of his life before that trip. The other, his life since. He often kept himself up at night wishing he hadn’t gone, and that he would never become the person he is now.

What happened on the trip, however, it didn’t stop. In fact, it happened more and more often, and it wasn’t just him, it was Rose too. The night Jimin heard Seunghyun slip into his sister's room next door, he made a decision.

He started taking the brunt of Seunghyun’s doings to keep him away from Rose. He could tell she was wilting. Her dance had become lethargic and she rarely competed anymore. Jimin wouldn’t have that. If he had one purpose in this world, it was to make Roseanne happy.

The promiscuity began in 7th grade with his first kiss at the back to school dance with Megan Shelby, one of the most popular girls in school. Their brief relationship rocketed him to the top of the dating hierarchy. By the end of the semester, he’d had 3 girlfriends and 4 boyfriends. Oh yeah, he knew he swung that way for a while now.

By 8th grade, things became more sexual. He just needed more. That rush that he got feeling someone else’s lips on his, getting to touch their body any way he liked, being touched himself, it was addictive. In those moments, he could forget about everything and enjoy himself for once.

His first nude was leaked by a boy who pretended to be gay for a month so Jimin would send to him. He didn’t have much shame when it came to sending nudes. He never asked for any, he was a gentleman. But if asked, if the guy was cute enough, he would.

Jacob. God that boy. Jimin was head over heels for that boy. Whatever he wanted, Jimin did. His first time giving head was pretty scary. He gagged a lot and could barely fit half of him, but it was the hardest he’d ever been in his life.

It didn’t take long for Jacob to want more than blowjobs. It was a spur of the moment thing, really. It was the summer before freshman year, Jacob had gotten them invited to a high school party, and Jimin’s mom had just broken up with Seunghyun (for reasons unrelated to this story). That was also the first night Jimin had ever gotten drunk. This was his night to secretly celebrate his freedom from the burden he lived with for three years. He took to the stuff rather quickly and before long Jacob was carrying him slurring up the stairs to a bedroom for him to rest.

Jimin playfully initiated a make out session that got pretty hot and heavy thanks to the alcohol. It was then that Jacob pulled back and popped the question. Jimin thought about it for a good 4 seconds before smashing his lips back onto his beloved boyfriend’s.

A new chapter in the Book of Jimin was written that night.

Jacob ended up cheating on him to which Jimin proceeded to rack up the highest body count in the school. It’s ancient history.

Despite his vigorous sexual awakening, Jimin remained the same angel in every adult’s eyes. It was hard to live with the memories of Seunghyun that plagued him almost every waking moment. He was finding it more and more difficult to come up with excuses for his breakdowns that sent him home from school. He couldn’t tell his mom. It would break her heart. So he dealt with it on his own, hiding all of his pain and fear behind a polite smile.

~~~

SOPHOMORE YEAR - OCTOBER

“All I’m saying is, dying of old age is like dying from not dying.”

Jimin swung his locker closed revealing the unzipped hoodie clad Y/N leaning against the locker beside him. “It took you ten minutes just to say that?”

“If you won’t appreciate my philosophical ideas then I will take them elsewhere.” He eyed her down.

“Y/N, you probably can’t even stand up straight right now.”

“And why might you say that?”

“Because it’s the last day before fall break I know you're high as tits right now.” She let out a slurred chuckle. She leaned her temple against the red metal and gazed at him with a dopey smile spread across her face. “Yeah, uh huh. Didn’t even share with me, bitchass. Now let’s go.”

“Yessir.” She stuffed her hand in her shorts pockets in search of her keys when a rough slap to her ass made her stiff as a board.

“Nice ass, L/N. You should wear those more often.” She could barely recognize the voice as Will Jacobs before he was on the floor with Jimin on top of absolutely wailing on him. He paused his assault briefly.

“You never touch her! You hear me?!”

Will glanced at her before zoning back in on Jimin. “Her? Tell her not to wear something like that and not expect feedbac-” he was cut off by Jimin's fist connecting to his nose with a delicious crunch. He didn’t stop, though. He kept punching and punching and punching. By now, a crowd had formed shouting and chanting for either boy. Y/N didn’t do anything to stop it. She stood there, keys dangling from her finger, in stoned awe. Although the sober side of her would’ve enjoyed to see it happen nonetheless. She was also too stoned to warn him about the principle marching towards the pair.

“JIMIN PARK!” His fist stopped midair, fully reared back to strike. The circle scattered like rats upon their fighters’ capture. He was yanked up by the back of his shirt and Will was hauled to his feet by two security guards, a shit eating grin on his blood smeared face. Jimin turned to Y/N, who’s mouth was still hanging open, while being dragged to the office.

“Just go without me. This is gonna be a while.” To which she dumbly nodded and made her way out of the building baked and confused.

~~~

The sun had set and Y/N still had no word from Jimin. She assumed his mom took his phone as punishment or something so she went about her business, albeit a little bummed.

She had just settled on her bed with her bong nestled in her lap when a soft knock at her window made her jump. She whirled around to see Jimin crouched outside her window. She unlatched it and shoved it up with a half annoyed huff half sigh of relief. “What the hell are you doing?” He ignored her query and slipped through the window and rolled onto her floor.

“I told my mom I’m at Tae’s. I just wanted to see you after earlier.” With a nod of approval, she turned around to inspect her bong for any damage.

“I live alone dipshit you could’ve used the door.”

“Oh, right. I keep forgetting that.”

Yes. Y/N lives alone. We’ll unpack that later.

“So what happened?” She settled back in her spot but set the hot pink crystal contraption on her nightstand. Jimin crawled onto her bed and collapsed into the soft blankets. The smell of weed mingled with the lavender fabric softener to create a devastating blend that could knock anyone out for hours.

“Most of it was just them saying how disappointed they were and how I tainted my ‘flawless’ record. They didn’t even address the reason I gave them for doing it.” His lips twitched into a hateful scowl briefly. “They’re suspending me for three days.”

“But it’s fall break.”

“Exactly, that’s why I’m suspended the first three days we get back. Jokes on them, I just got my break extended.”

“What about Will?”

“He was in the nurse’s office the whole time.” She casually lifted her fist and he bumped it.

“That’s my guy.”

There was a comfortable silence while the two relived the moment in their heads. She was thinking about how stupid she probably looked watching the ordeal. He wished he’d done more damage.

“Hey, Jimmy boy?”

“Yes, bitch?”

“You wanna get high?”

Y/N had just gotten a new sheet and wanted to try it out. They placed the tabs on each other’s tongues and watched the little mushroom design dissolve. An hour later they were sitting across from each other staring at the other giggling incoherently.

She studied every one of his features like it was the first time she’d seen him all over again. His peach hair was parted down the middle, bangs brushing his temples. His clean, solid eyebrows were in perfect contrast to his sun kissed skin. His eyes formed tiny crescents when he smiled only adding to his adorable look. His smile…….his smile. Perfect, pink, pillowy lips she could only describe as belonging to an angel. Glowing white teeth that radiated beauty every time he opened his mouth. His face slowly began to look like an oil painting on canvas the longer she stared at him. Her smile grew ever wider as she traced the brush strokes along his jaw and the delicate shading of his toned neck.

Jimin gazed at Y/N’s face with pure adoration. All of his love for her magnetized by the dopamine dump in his brain, and he hoped she saw herself the way he did. Her wild curls wiggled in place like a cute version of Medusa’s snakes. Very fun to look at when there’s a whole mane of it. Her freckles sparkled like dots of purple and blue glitter and the moonlight that hit the apple of her cheek shimmered and twinkled like it was coated in diamond dust. A barely audible giggle slipped from her parted lips. It made him giggle too. “What?”

“I’m just so happy…” her spacey smile said it all. He could see in her eyes that she truly meant it. He watched as the color changed from blue, to green, to hazel, to grey. The colors mixed and faded slowly and if you didn’t focus you wouldn’t catch it. He counted each individual fleck of gold in the center of her irises and they glowed like fireflies on a summer night.

“…Jimin..?”

He snapped out of his daze to see that her eyes were wider than they were before. He also realized that she was laying on the bed, and he was on top of her. He was frozen. When did that even happen? He stared back at her with equal shock but neither moved away. Her eyes didn’t show any signs of fear or discomfort. She was just surprised.

Every thought he ever had about her was rammed to the front of his mind and he had the crushing need to show her how special she truly was to him. Without further ado, he smashed his lips down onto hers. She let out the tiniest squeak before quickly returning the favor. She carded her fingers through his hair and pulled him father down to deepen the kiss. His chest was now pressed against hers and the grip on his hair tightened. Few breaths were taken between kisses while she pushed his jacket down his arms and let it drop to the floor.

Jimin took it upon himself to slip his hands under the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head. He slid his palms up and down and stomach and waist, completely lost in the distorted sense of touch that hypnotized him. He was reminded of his task by a soft tug on the hem of his own shirt which he hastily peeled off before diving back into another kiss. He took his course to her jaw and then found purchase on her neck, sucking and biting until wine colored marks dotted her entire neck and collarbone. He made quick work of her plain black bra and tossed it behind him to an unknown corner of the room. He got to work making his marks anywhere and everywhere he could reach. The sharp rise of her chest when she gasped only spurred him on.

His hands snaked down her naked torso and yanked her sleep shorts out from under her before slipping his fingers under the waistband of her undies. Simple black Calvin Klein cheeky cut. Modest, yet tasteful. Her thighs jerked when he found her clit and started rubbing smooth circles, drawing out a silent cry from her behind his lips. He made sure she was good and wet before sinking two fingers past her lips, earning another heavy gasp that made her chest heave against his. He broke the kiss and leaned back much to her disappointment. He pumped his fingers in and out, finding every little nook and cranny to massage. He pressed his palm into the space between her belly button and her entrance and curled his fingers in a ‘come here’ motion, eliciting a satisfying cry from her. He burned the sight of her back arching off the bed at his handiwork into his memory permanently.

He curled and pumped his fingers faster and faster until her walls clenched around his digits and her body shuddered and twitched from the force of the climax he’d brought her. She collapsed against the bed a heaving mess and he gazed down at her with a devilish smile. Demon Jimin had come out to play.

In a flash, he was out of his jeans and back on top in only his boxers. His muscular thighs and arms caged her underneath him as he raked his eyes over her figure before landing on her last remaining article of clothing. Before she knew it, she’d been flipped onto her stomach. His hands glided up her thighs and kneaded the flesh of her ass. With a rough tug, she heard the sound of fabric tearing and cold air hit her core sending a shudder down her spine.

A single, dazzling smack stung her right cheek before the pain was kneaded away. He pressed his body into hers and spoke low in her ear, “You feel that? Only I’m allowed to do that. No one else.”

She could feel the familiar hardness grinding against her ass sending another shiver through her body. He chuckled darkly. “You like that, don’t you?” She nodded, her face pressed into her pillow. He dug his fingers into her hips and abruptly yanked them into the air. Her yelp was muffled by the pillow but he definitely heard it. His boxers were discarded and he lined himself up at her entrance. He teased his tip against her folds watching them flinch with every touch. He sunk his full length into her evoking a high pitched cry from her and a low groan that ripped through his chest.

He wasted no time setting a rhythmic pace that had them both a moaning mess. They could feel every single square inch in 4K and their brains could barely keep up. He was so lost in the feeling he didn’t realize he’d sped up significantly and she was gripping the pillow to muffle her pleasured cries. “Why are you hiding those beautiful noises?” He wrapped his hand around her neck and hoisted her upright on her knees. “I want to hear everything that I do to you. Don’t you dare hold back, because if you go quiet I’ll only fuck you harder.”

He sacrificed speed for force in the new position. More sounds of pleasure spilled from her lips with each snap of his hips. His arm snaked between her breasts to grip her neck and pull her to his chest while he fucked into her with devastating force. The harder he rammed her cervix the louder the cries he squeezed out of her. He increased his speed once again leaving her a rag doll in his arms.

With another flip, she was on her back again and he was back inside her before her vision steadied. He hooked her thighs over his own to get a better angle which sent her curling off the mattress once again. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were squeezed shut to concentrate on the feeling. He gripped both cheeks in one hand and pulled her face down. “Look at me.” Her eyes fluttered open and she tried to find his face among the stars that jumbled her vision. He lined her face up with his, “I want to see those pretty eyes when I make you cum around my dick.” She breathlessly nodded and tried to maintain his scalding gaze while her body was getting shoved into the mattress with every thrust. The headboard cracked against the wall, accompanying her escalating cries when his thumb moved to circle her clit again.

“..-m I’m-”

“Go ahead. Do it.”

Her walls instantly clenched around him eliciting a jagged groan and his daze darkened. He pounded into her while her climax had her screaming loud enough for him to break. He finished after a burst of inhumanly fast strokes, burying his shaft as deep as he could to shoot his load and riding it out with a few hard snaps of his hips. His eyes never left the sea of her irises.

He leaned back and sat on his heels. The only sound in the room was their ragged breaths. He let his head fall back to relish in the aftermath of his ministrations. She watched the beads of sweat trickle between his abs with each swell of his chest. She never thought she’d find herself in this compromising position with someone like Jimin. Yeah, they made out a few times when they were bored but that couldn’t hold a candle to what just went down.

Jimin slid out and rolled over to lay next to her.

“Jimin?”

“Yeah?”

“What are you?”

After a shower that quickly turned into round two, they were dressed and tucked in bed. Her head rested on his chest while she fiddled with the collar of the oversized (on her) grey shirt she’d given him. His arm was wrapped around her waist and his fingers traced her ribs under her shirt in slow, meditative strokes. The old Jimin was back.

“Jimin?”

“Yeah?”

“Why’d you freak so hard with Will? You’ve never gotten in a fight at school, ever.” Her head bobbed with the heavy sigh that escaped him. She lifted her head to look at him. He stared up at the ceiling with a distant look in his eyes. His pink lips curved in a slight grimace.

“You don’t have to tell me.”

“No. I had to tell someone eventually. It might as well be now with someone I trust.” She couldn’t help the rush of confidence at his comment. That good feeling died quickly when she processed what he said. “My mom used to date this guy, Seunghyun.” He had to pause to adjust to saying his name. “He was nice. I liked him. A lot.” She watched his eyes dart around the ceiling trying to remember details of the memory. “They’d been dating for about a year. He was gonna take me on a boys trip to his lake house for my birthday. My sister….She tried to convince me not to go and…and I didn’t know why.” His voice trembled with the last words. “The first night he made me sleep in the same bed as him…The second night…” He looked up to blink the tears out of his eyes. She reached up and wiped them for him with her thumb. “The second night, we were getting ready for bed, and he asked me if…if I knew what sex was. I said yes thinking he was trying to give me the talk. He asked me…..if I ever touched myself…I didn’t know what to say so I said no.” His voice caught in his throat, his words coming out at a higher pitch. “He-” His lips pulled back in a quivering frown and his chest beat with one single, silent sob.

“It’s alright, it’s alright, take your time.”

“He came up behind me…and he stuc-….he stuck his hand…down my underwear.” His free hand flew to cover his squeezed shut eyes, gripping his forehead. “He kept asking be if I liked how it felt…I said I-I didn’t know so he kept going.” It tore her apart to see him struggling to speak the way he was. Tears of her own started to stream down her cheeks. “I worked up the courage to tell him to stop and he did. I tried to sleep on the couch in the other room but I woke up in his bed the next day. I don’t know if he…did anything, but the third night I was standing on the dock connected to the house. It was too dark for the neighbors to see anything. He came up to me again. He asked how I liked the night before again and I was too afraid to say anything so I didn’t. He did it again, but this time he pulled his out and…tried to get me to…t-touch it. I didn’t so he took my hand in his and…,” he took a deep breath “and he…u-used it to-”

“You don’t have to say it.”

He nodded

“I never finished…he did. I don’t remember the last day but I remember on the ride home, he said that if I told my mom….it would break her heart. And I didn’t want to break her heart-”

His sobs came out in soft, rapid beats but she was quick to pull him into her chest to soak her t-shirt. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and squeezed both arms around her torso while his cries shook the pair in silence. She didn’t say anything, simply wrapping her arms around his neck and planting kisses on his ears and shoulders.

“That wasn’t the only time, was it.” He weakly shook his head into her neck. “You don’t have to talk about it. You already did so great. You’re safe.” She continued to stroke his hair while his shaking began to plateau.

“You’re safe.”

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The next morning was peaceful. Jimin woke up not feeling like shit like he’d expected. He actually felt….good. Given the bomb he dropped last night. But, she didn’t treat him any differently than she did the day before, and he was grateful.

She cooked for him while he showered, and they hung out having their regular old conversations like nothing happened. Although he noticed something. She was sober. It was nearing 6:00pm and he hadn’t seen or smelled weed since he barged in on her session. She stayed sober….for him. He didn’t like to admit it, but he enjoyed sober Y/N better. Granted, he still loved her any other day of the week, but he loved seeing her natural personality when she wasn’t in a dark place at the moment. And she didn’t seem to be now. Sober Y/N was smart. Sober Y/N gave great advice, and before she dropped him off at home, she left him with some.

Jimin typed in the code on the door and the lock clicked with a mechanical whir. Making sure not to make much noise, he shut the door behind him. He made his way upstairs and down the hall. Framed photos of him and Rose dotted the walls, and as time went by, their smiles were more and more forced. No one could tell but them. He eventually stopped in front of the door he was looking for. He softly knocked and he heard a muffled ‘come in.’ He opened the door to his mom’s room where she was sitting in bed, reading glasses on her nose, looking over the blueprints she’d drawn. She was an architect.

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

“Can I talk to you about something?”

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lemystical-puffle · 3 years

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My A3 Sexuality Headcanons that no one asked for!

[These won’t include Gender, only sexual orientation or lack thereof(is that a phrase?)]

Color coordination

Gay

Pan

Aro

Hetero

Sakuya Sakuma: Pansexual! He doesn’t have any preferences, honestly after his childhood he just wants someone who will love and accept him!

Masumi: Bisexual. I feel like he would love the director whether they be boy, girl, other, all, he just wants someone to give him attention, and that person just happened to be out beloved Izumi Tachibana.

Tsuzuru: okay this ones me projecting but whatever Aro/Ace Tsuzuru. He doesn’t feel romantic attraction, and instead just feels a family-brotherly kind of love towards his friends and fellow actors. He doesn’t really want to romantically be with someone, and yet instead just wants to be there for them when they need it and love them the same way he loves his family at home

Citron: Also pan!! But Pan-Romantic specifically. Citron literally just wants to love everyone ever because he’s just awesome like that, but won’t go pass kissing someone. It just makes him uncomfortable which is perfectly fine because he is Citron Lastname! But yeah, also no gender prefermance

Itaru: Bi with a male preference. I can’t really explain why I think this, I just do. Maybe because most of the woman he has ever shown interest in are his 2D anime waifus. Also I mean come on he totally had a whole thing for Lancelot he thinks knights are hot and that is so valid.

Chikage: he is a gay cabbage. Listen the only time he has said he liked a woman it was because he said they weren’t like his mom and I am just- I’m sorry I don’t trust that. This man is a gay, he is never had a boyfriend but he has definitely thought of hooking up with his boss for a raise, thanks for coming to my Ted talk.

Tenma: Also bi! Bi-Ace specifically. I wasn’t really sure where to put him because on one hand I feel like he has a lot of MLM energy but on the other hand his solo song so I just, bi. I feel like his gay awakening came when he played the token gay best friend in a romcom because gay actor erasure but Tenma didn’t really understand, but later he was in a scene where he was with his boyfriend who shows up for one second to remind the audience he’s a homosexual and Tenma was just: crap he’s not

Yuki: okay at first I didn’t know what to put for Yuki cause on one hand sexuality erasure Yuki has specifically said he likes girl and he defies stereotypes and stuff but on the other hand he never said he didn’t like boys so he’s bi with a female preference. I feel like Yuki is the kind of guy to just happen to fall in love with whoever and just go “oh crap did I just fall in love?” And while he likes girls more sometimes it just. Happens.

Muku: Surprise surprise he’s Pan! Muku totally reads shoujo manga with all sexualities and is very livid about good representation, will write a “negative review” (and in Muku terms that’s him being very polite, 4.5/5 stars and linking research resources) about how inaccurate a sexuality was portrayed. I feel like at first he just thought he was a very active ally and now he is just: “oh crap boys. And girls. And enbys. And genderfluids. And everyone.”

Misumi: Misumi is very homosexual, which at first he was sad about because homosexual has 2 o’s which are circles but then he realized he can just say gay but spell it like: G🔺Y so he got happy again. I feel like it was one of the reasons he was kicked out of his home, he just likes boys Jeez Ikaruga parents no rights. (I also Headcanon him as autistic but that’s not what this post is about).

Kazunari: In Kazunari Miyoshi’s world he never has to make a decision in his life and that includes sexuality. Show him a guy and a girl and tell him to pick one and he will simply overload until he picks the person who knows the most trivia on classical art or smthing. Kazunari just: adores everyone ever, and that’s okay! After a lot of internalized homophobia and fear, he was able to come out to first a small group of college friends and eventually felt comfortable with the label and was able to express it openly, now he wears it with pride!

Kumon: I really don’t have any explaining to go here, Kumon just feels gay to me. My head can’t wrap around him wanting to be intimate with a girl. I do think there was this big moment of him coming out to Juza and Juza just going “s’okay.” Then they hug and get ice cream

Banri: Banri is bisexual with a straight pride flag and a Juza Preference. Catch him at the straight pride parade telling “those Homo’s that they’re going to burn.” While making out with Juza against a wall. That’s canon I don’t take criticism

Juza: Also Gay, I feel like Kumon came out first and Juza did research and was like “oh me too.” And just thought about how he’s never actually liked a girl and thought boys were kinda pretty and oh crap Settsu slicked his hair back oh crap oh crap pretty men.

Taichi: Taichi is bisexual, with his preferences being as random as his hair. Except no weird 1/4 quarters going on. Idk where I was going with that analogy I’m sorry. Taichi just likes the humans and wants to go kiss kiss with them all, and then bring them along on his journey for fame and popularity!

Omi: Listen, Omi is the mother of Mankai, and as the mother he loves everyone unconditionally. He also totally wanted to kiss Nachi I’m sorry. I feel like Omi has a male preference, but only by a bit as he loves everyone! He is a good boy and brings all the snacks and water to the pride parades so his friends stay healthy :)

Sakyo: Sakyo is the straight~ supportive dad who doesn’t care if you’re gay straight bi pan anything as long as you pay your taxes. Was probably a little confused at first just because. Probably said “LGBT? Isn’t that a sandwich.” But he got informed did research and is now a huge ally! After more research he identifies specifically as graysexual/romantic as he feels rarely any romantic attraction at all unless under certain circumstances aka Izumi Tachibana. I akso think he suspected that Azami was LGBT for a bit before he came out so he wanted to do research so that Azami would feel comfortable coming out when he was ready. Also he can’t like, not support Sakoda (who I Headcanon as gay :) )

Azami: Azami is bi-aro. Sex? Nah he won’t even hold your hand before marriage, however he will love you no matter your gender. I also see him with a female preference just from his straight upbringing and it’s the title he feels most comfortable with after some internalized homophobia, especially with how his dad shamed him for liking makeup. He is still getting used to the LGBT community and I feel like he is still taking baby steps, learning about different identities and wanting to do all he can to support both himself and his fellow actors due to simply not knowing where to start. Don’t worry Azami take you’re time! There is no rush, you are trying to figure yourself out and we all love you so much for it, there is no shame in changing your mind later. We adore you all the same. (If you couldn’t tell, I wasn’t only talking to Azami. If you are still questioning yourself it is 100% okay, because honestly I am too. There is no rush to figure yourself out, and I hope you know that we are all here for you!)

Tsumugi: Tsumugi is gay, but I feel like he also had a lot of internalized homophobia. I feel like when he was younger he really liked Tasuku but didn’t really understand the difference between platonic and romantic, and it took some time before he was able to really discover himself and come to the identity he has currently.

Tasuku: Tasuku is gay and homophobic.

Hisoka: Hisoka is homo-demi-romantic asexual. I feel like it won’t want to date anyone without really earning their trust and feeling safe around them, and after that point he still will be pretty shy romantically, but it is very much understandable and we all still love Hisoka

Homare: Homare is pan. He doesn’t really care about gender, he just wants someone who will love him and his poetry without seeing him as broken. I feel like after his last relationship he was hesitant to date again, but after some time and help from the rest of winter troupe he was able to rediscover himself. (Also autistic Homare go brrrr)

Azuma: Azuma is an old gay man who just thinks boobs are neat. That’s it that’s the post sent tweet turn off replies.

Guy: New color who this? This is because I didn’t know what to put for Guy, so he simply doesn’t identify as anything. I don’t know a lot about Guy but I know enough to feel like relationships would be very awkward and touchy for him due to his problems with emotions and expression. He isn’t straight, but he doesn’t really identify as anything either. He’s just: Guy. Which is more than valid

[oh also all of winter is Poly and they’re boyfriends thanks for coming to my Ted talk]

Hope you all liked these! Of course they are all my own opinion and you don’t have to agree with all, they’re just how I feel!! Feel free to reply or reblog with your own opinions or Headcanons!!

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blouisparadise · 4 years

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Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of April. We really hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Heat | Explicit | 1433 words

In which Louis and Harry mate with each other.

2) A Desperate Time | Explicit | 2,52 words

Aka Harry and Louis have a pee kink that leads to Louis pissing in Harry's lap. Graphic, kinky smut. Read at your own desire.

3) Bohemian Rhapsody Is Not A Documentary (But Freddieismyqueen) | Explicit | 3933 words

Note: There’s a BH mention.

A day in life of Harry Styles and his smol sunflower [quarantine edition]

Aka how many wonderful adjectives can be applied to Louis Tomlinson and his everything?

4) Just A Bit Of Work | Explicit | 4027 words

In which Marcel is a virgin, and becomes his office's amorous co-worker's next big conquest.

5) I Don't Wanna Look At Anything Else That I Saw You | Mature | 4375 words

After the hiatus of One Direction, all 5 members have their own solo careers. Louis, who just can't move on from Alex, his ex-boyfriend and bandmate, meets Harry, who's supposed to be Alex's doppelganger in his new single's music video.

6) Like Lovers In A Movie | Explicit | 4565 words

A grumpy Louis and a movie night don't mix. Harry's still able to fix it.

7) Christmas Lights In Paris | Mature | 4671 words

In which Harry makes a big mistake and has to get Louis back, while Louis' a cute, soft baker.

8) Wasting My Time | Explicit | 7856 words

Harry is in love with Louis. He can't do anything about it, until he can.

Louis is in love with Harry. He doesn't have a chance, until he does.

9) The Promotion. | Explicit | 8143 words

After being promoted, Harry is challenged to prove he is one of the guys. Whatever it is he had in mind, he never thought he'd be expected to fuck an escort in front of his colleagues and boss during this corporate party.

10) Want You To Want Me | Explicit | 8836 words

Harry likes Louis, Louis likes Harry. But it's not that simple. Louis doesn't know if he can handle Harry's lifestyle and feels overwhelmed. Can Harry convince him he's worth it?

11) Don't Hold Back Now | Mature | 11103 words

Harry gives Louis everything he asks for except for the one thing he wants the most. If only Louis knew who Harry truly was.

Or the demon Harry AU.

12) We Will Get Through This | Mature | 11219 words

Because of quarantine, Louis has to stay home with his roommate, Harry, who he's never really hung out with before. He's a sweet alpha who seems to really care and that annoys the hell out of Louis. But as he gets to know the alpha, he realizes it might not be dislike that he's feeling

13 Sunrise and Pixie Dust | Mature | 14816 words

Harry's taking a walk at sunrise in the forest he knows like the back of his hand when the wind starts blowing, the sky turns pink, and golden glitter starts to fall from the sky. He’s not sure about what’s happening, but when he comes face to face with a gorgeous winged-creature, he can’t help but be immediately mesmerized.

Or an AU in which Harry finds himself crossing the borders between two worlds.

14) Happier | Explicit | 15590 words

Literally based off of Ed Sheeran's song Happier.

15) My Heart Was Stolen, Can You Return It? | Explicit | 15824 words

Based on the prompt: "He's a cop. He’s the owner of a record store. A sudden rash of break-ins brings him to his store over and over and over again, until it becomes obvious that he might be tripping the alarm on purpose—just to see him. That’s illegal—but he's kind of falling for him, too."

I don't remember where I found this, maybe in a book I own or in a post I saw, but credit to whoever actually came up with it.

16) V | Explicit | 20275 words

Harry pays him to dance, Louis enjoys the sex on the side, and that’s all that ties them together. Whatever else the enigmatic man does is none of Louis’ fucking business.

Louis works at a club owned by infamous Harry Styles, leader of the largest criminal organization this side of the country. As they twirl closer together police and rival gangs start to gain the upper hand, forcing everyone's loyalty to be questioned.

17) I’m Having Your Baby (It's None of Your Business) | Mature | 26383 words

A bet can cost you a lot. Harry learns this in the weirdest of ways.

Louis just wanted a baby, and he got so much more.

18) Crush | Explicit | 26741words

Based off the song Crush by Mandy Moore.

19) My Love’s Not Simple (It’s Fragile) | Explicit | 27554 words

Harry's new job is threatened by his impending rut. Desperate for a solution, he allows Niall to introduce him to Louis, an omega whose heat begins the same day. They click.

20) Naked Attraction #2 | Mature | 29159 words

Louis Tomlinson is the first openly gay football player in the Premier football League. He was outed by the paps, but he’s had to embrace it since then. To show he doesn’t have shame in it, he goes onto Naked Attraction, and all the money will go to LGBTQ+ support, but he has made some changes to the show. Incidentally, he meets a certain Harry Styles there, and that is when things get interesting...

21) Compete Against The Stars | Mature | 30980 words

An ABO au where Louis finds out he's claimed to another Alpha. Angst ensues.

22) Where I Should Be | Explicit | 31324 words

Or, the affair AU where Harry is getting married, Louis is in love with his best friend, and they only have this life to get it right.

23) Will You Be My Boyfriend? | Explicit | 32484 words

Based on the prompt: "You’re at a party when you spot an ex. Quickly, you urgently pretend to be dating the nearest person, who happens to be very attractive."

24) Descendants of the Night | Explicit | 34371 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Harry is one of the old world. His best friends Liam and Niall are too. Zayn is a transient. Harry is newly back to the country after years of living in the city and he doesn’t know where to turn when confronted with finding Niall near death after a brutal attack.

“Liam, it’s me...I’ve heard you and the others talk about where to get medical care, Niall is in dire need. Where do I take him?”

There is only doctor in their remote part on England that Liam knows of who can help someone like Niall.

Louis Tomlinson.

Liam fears for what might happen when one like Harry meets one like Louis.

25) The Sidelines | Explicit | 47078 words

Note: There are mentions of Top Louis.

Or Harry and Louis play hockey for Penn state and can't stand one another, since they can't keep their hatred off the ice their coach and team do what they can to keep their hard earned spot in the playoffs and their two star players from killing each other.

26) Forgive The Urgency, But Hurry Up And Wait | Explicit | 53701 words

Note: This is the sequel to this fic.

Louis' going to do better. He’s going to have all of the uncomfortable conversations and the relationship talks. He’s going to make himself be a good boyfriend.

And he’s got absolutely no idea where to start.

27) Things I Can't | Not Rated | 67495 words

Louis has a plan for his life. He’s going to be the first in his family to finish college. He’s going to be a doctor - the best damn doctor in the country. And he’s going to work his ass off to make sure his younger siblings never have to wonder whether they have the means to pursue their dreams.

He doesn’t have space in his plan for a relationship with an effortlessly alluring musician, and certainly not for the child that unexpectedly results from that union. Louis is at a crossroads he never thought to plan for, and now he must make a decision: between what he wants now, and what he wants most.

28) Join Me In The Afterlife | Explicit | 262289 words

Or, the one where Louis is a simple guy - all he wants from his summer break is to spend some quality time with his mother, get to know her new husband, and learn to play the guitar. Nothing out of the ordinary, that is for sure. However, life has a funny way of working and when Louis finds a strange boy sitting on his bed one sunny day, his summer break takes a turn for the better (or worse) when he discovers a ghost has stolen his heart from the get-go.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

You can find other monthly roundup fic rec lists here.

#bottom louis #top harry #blp fic recs #monthly fic recs #fic recs #larry

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yamithediaperdork · 3 years

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Two kinks, One love. (Soul eater)

Two Kinks one love

It was just after sun set, but in Death city two boys were about to engage in a very out of the norm date by any stretch of the imagination. They had run into each other while out and about, indulging in their respective fetishes late one night and while both had been shocked, they had also quickly fallen hard for each other.

The first Boy was the son of Lord death, the slightly prissy but kind hearted Death the kid. he'd been wearing his favorite black dress which came down to just above his knees and had been wearing pantyhose too of course, like a proper lady. Black high highs that he could run in without pause and a black purse, his make up had been spot on and he looked fabulous and knew it. It was the worst kept secret that the son of lord death was a trap, but most people just pretended not to notice because either they didn't care, thought he was MUCH nicer in girlie mode or well, who wants to piss him off? The second boy was in a small group of those who didn't know Kid prefer to be a sexy trap, though that was because he was busy with his only little fetish wear love. He was Black star, a legend in the making (if you listened to him) And he was also a goo goo gaga big baby. The night they met he'd been going on a waddle of shame and had been in 3 thick diapers that puffed out the crotch and butt of his black diaper shirt and blue short-all's (that of course, had his trademark sign on the front pocket.) He'd also been sporting blue sneakers with black laces that lit up in the back as he went for his once around the block waddle of shame and it had been by chance (or maybe fate) that the two had stumbled onto each other.

Black had been rounding the corner, after almost going into a late night shop for ice cream but then recalling he had left his wallet at home so no one could id him. (Silly when you consider how well he stood out and his instance on making sure everyone knew him..but it was a well know fact putting diapers on a big baby reduces logic by 40 percent.) In any case, he knew his store credit was tapped out and decided to call it a night. looking back at the shop he wasn't paying attention to where he was going and bumped into a pretty lady sending them both down to the ground. "Oh Gosh! I-I'm Sorry!" Black whined, trying to scamper but but the bulk around his hips made that a bit harder then normal. "I wasn't paying attention to where I was.." And Black trailed off as he looked down and recognized in a instant the face of the 'lady' he had bumped into, Kid! "heh..It's ok Little guy." Kid said, eyes narrowing in on the padded crotch. "Little boys like you shouldn't be out here along. where's your mommy?" Black gulped BIG time at that, He had always loved the idea of having a mommy for his diaper adventures but was gay as could be..and suddenly a obvious solution he had never thought of had just bumped into him.

Kid himself had been soaking in the semi attention and had let his gaze drift, looking at a dress on display in a store shop window and so had been just as responsible for the collision as the little guy. Looking up and seeing Black dressed like a over sized un-potty trained toddler Kid almost had little hearts in his eyes. if there was one thing he loved more then being a hot little trap walking the town.. it was being a good mommy dom. Sadly his picks for big babies in the city had been limited to Liz Thompson due to her cry baby ways. it wasn't that the older Thompson didn't make a good baby (she did, very much so) it was more that due to her doing it by request not want she could be difficult at times. But here in front of him dressed perfectly on his own free will.. Meow~ "well, I asked you a question little star~" Kid said getting up and smiling ear to eye and then dusting Black off first then himself. "I..I don't..have..a mommy..Miss Kid" Black said, blushing and poking two fingers together. "Do you want one?" Kid asked and winked. "YESH! I-I Mean..if that's ok with yo-" And Black was silenced as Kid kissed the baby on the lips.

From then on Black had been mommies little guy and despite some of the challenges involved (read: Black's mega poopie diapers) neither of them had looked back on it, and while they both wanted it to be a more 24/7 thing they both knew realistically with their duties and responsibilities that just wasn't possible. Besides, while Kid was more or less out in the open, Black was mostly unknown as a public diaper boy having kept his adventure to around his block. He wasn't ready for EVERYONE to know his favorite place to make boom boom was in the seat of his pants.

But tonight was date night, and it was Kid's turn to host. truthfully either place would of done for their in house date nights butttt Black's place had a funk to it that wasn't from the diaper pail the big baby maintained and more from his poor cleaning habits. Kid had taken the guest room of his place and turned it into any big baby boys dream nursery (and Black had been clear, he was a baby BOY..Mommy might be able to pull a dress off but not him.) and held out hope that one of these days Black would finally take him up on the offer to move in. Their friends knew they were dating of course (just not all the fun details) so it wasn't like that was holding them back. Kid was jolted out of that train of thought as his door bell rang and before he went to answer it he stopped and checked his reflection in a full body mirror. He had gone with a stepford house wife dress for tonight, reaching down past his knees and in a white with pink floral print on it and had a white apron on over it. he was wearing a pair of white socks tugged up high and a pair of pink flat heels and have a pair of pearl earrings in. a light bit of make up was on, some eye linger, lipstick and blush, and he smiled at his reflection and blew a little kiss as the doorbell rang again. "Best not keep the baby waiting darling." he scolded himself and walked to the door with a soft clip clap from his shoes on the hard wood floor. answering the door Kid was a little disappointed (though not shocked) to see that Black had come over in jean's and a t-shirt, though he'd brought his 'diaper' bag so to speak and had it slung over a shoulder. it was of course really just a tote bag but Kid made sure to refer to it as such as while he had loads of supplies, he made sure that Black would bring his own ba-ba and first diaper(s) to help him get used to carrying his baby gear around in public. (and maybe just a tiny bit to try and drive home if Black lived with kid, he wouldn't have to lug the stuff around) "There's my little guy~" Kid coo'ed and smiled, loving how bright the boys cheeks lit up when he was the one dressed like a 50's house wife. Standing to the side he gestured for Black to come in. "well come on, are you gonna stand there and squirm looking at mommy till you have a accident or come in and get di-" Kid started but Black let out a soft yelp and dashed in the house. "..works every time." Kid chuckled and waved to a neighbor who had been watching with quiet amusement then shut the door.

Black was squirming and huffy as he waited for mommy in the living room, having made sure to slid his sneakers off. "I wish you wouldn't do that." he sulked as mommy came into view. That wasn't exactly the strictest of truths.. he didn't wanna be a outed big baby but mommies teasing had a small part of him all excited "Mhmmm.. I know you hate it sooo much.." Kid teased and eyed the front of Black's tight pants that gave him away. "Come on little man, let's get you in a nice thick diapie before you piddle all over mommies floor again." Kid coo'ed and coming in close, tickled onto Black's chin and made the boy squirm and giggle even as he tried to huff. "Mommmmmmyyyy! that was ONE time!" He whined, hating/loving how small and little Kid could make him feel with a few well chosen words and just a chin tickle. "And that one time too many. Come along now." Kid coo'ed and gently took the little guy by the wrist, leading him to the nursery. "Did you pack one of your super thick diapies like a good boy? or does mommies have to use one of the ones we have here?" Black whined and squirmed. he had SORTA kinda maybe been trying to just bring thin diapers over here..not because he wanted thin but well mommy had SO many thick ones here and he only had about 5 left and was trying to save his. Sadly for the little rascal mommy had figured him out and loved to tease. "I uh..well..see.." Black started up. "That's what i thought. you know, not to beat a dead horse but if you moved in you could have ALL the massive diapies you could want little man. I'll order anther pack and have them ship it to your place tomorrow though. just food for thought." Black star nodded and just let mommy take control, knowing that mommy knew best.

The nursery had baby blue walls with some silly chibi ninja's painted on them here and there fighting chibi monsters and the floor was covered with a plush cream white rug so if the baby lost his balance he wouldn't hurt his tush on the floor. (Of course with the thickness o0f Black's diapers it wasn't likely to happen but hey, Kid paid for all of this so he was allowed to justify it as he saw fit.) there was a wooden crib that had been made to order so could handle a bigger babies weight and left the little guy lots of room to play in by one wall, and it had been painted light black by black's request. (the little guy had wanted to help paint it but Kid had foreseen the mess THAT would of ended with and had told a little fib that the builders insisted on painting it themselves.) there was a cream white colored changing table, again made to order and had a black cushioned top those the cover was waterproof and made for easy clean up in the event of leaks. It also had a set of drawers on the side that held the different baby powders, rash creams and of course diapers that Kid's big baby had picked out one night in Kid's lap squealing and giggling. 'I'm gonna make him a spoiled rotten brat.' Kid mused briefly. 'ah well..he'll be MY spoiled rotten brat.' Adding to the spoiled brat theory was the MASSIVE toy chest that even as big as it was couldn't be fully shut from just how many toys little Black had, and there was a shelf built on a wall filled with nursery tale and story tale books. Of course one of the most important parts of the nursery had actually been the cheapest..it was a large metal diaper pail that Kid had stenciled 'BLACK STAR' onto and helped keep his little man's nursery smelling like baby powder and love instead of poopie diapers.

"You strip down like a good boy sweetie while mommy goes and picks out something adorable for you to wear..unless you wanna just go in your diapies tonight." Kid said and smirked. "IIIII um..yeah..just diapies sounds good ta me..we're gonna eat soon anyways and then you'll hafa just strip me down after anyways mommy." "oh how true! such a clever baby I have!" Kid coo'ed and more chin tickles. "I guess i can help the silly big baby strip then." Black squirmed and nodded, and then just relaxed and followed orders as Mommy would tell him to raise his arms or the like while 'she' got him undressed, getting him down to his his little ghoulies briefs.(Little Ghoulies of course being Black's favorite toddler show) "oh my.. Somebody either been having accidents or just isn't very good at wiping!" Kid teased, clicking his touge as he looked at the large brown stains in the back of the undies. "and I JUST got these for you last week little man." "S-Sorry Mommy. I um..I just.. I had some not farts an-" Black mewed and pointed his index fingers together. "Shhh it's ok. I knew what I was getting into when I brought a big baby big kid undies. though maybe we better start looking into some pull ups for when your playing big boy." Kid coo'ed and kissed Black's cheek, making him tent out his briefs and shushing any argument, at least for the moment. hooking his thumbs in the waist band he tugged the undies down with one smooth practiced monition and then took a step back and clapped his hands and gestured towards his widdle boy. "Come on, walk out of your stinky undies and over to mommy~" "Yesh mama.." Black gurgled and Kid almost melted as he did so, with arms outstretched. 'it's official. i am the god damn luckiest mommydom trap in the world.' Kid mentally gushed and then helped the big baby up onto the changing table. sure the little guy smelled a little and had a few poo stains on his cheeks, but Kid figured with them having a whole night together he could just give the little guy a bath after din din. "Nowww what kinda diaper does my widdle guy want on, aside from thick. Baby blocks? Space ships? zoo print?" Kid asked tickling Black's tummy and black giggled and coo'ed. "Ummm All three!" he said and giggled more. "oh, somebody want to crawl tonight hmmm? Maybe after your bath sweetie. for now we'll go with baby blocks." Kid chuckled. "Awwww..dun want a bath! I smell nice and sweet!" Black pouted and then to prove his point raised his left arm up and took a whiff of his pit..and coughed. "Then again..Mommy knows best." "mmmhmm. and don't you forget it~" Kid chuckled.

With baby black padded and a sucking on a white mouth guard paci that was attached to a black cord hanging around his neck (kid couldn't very well use a shirt clip if the little guy wasn't gonna wear a shirt after all.) he helped the baby down and then got out five toys for black to play with, though they were Black's choice as Kid would pick them out one at a time and hold them up for a head nod or shake. Black meanwhile suckled away and enjoyed the sight of mommy's butt when he bent over, sometimes mommies dress would ride up a little and ALMOST maybe give a peek at what kinda panties he was wearing. It didn't really bug Black that while Kid saw him naked and in his 'undies' most of the time, Black could count on one hand the amount of times he'd seen Kid's Bra and panties. that just wasn't the kinda relationship they had, though then did find ways to make love in their own fashion. Finally picking out a stuffed bear in a tux, a green and purple dragon stuffie, a stereo type bed-sheet ghost stuffie, a teddy in a suit of armor and finally a tiger stuffie he started to play with them, mumbling around his paci and making drool go down his chin. Kid watched mentally gushing and while he wished he could hear the cute little adventure that was being played out as Black loved to narrate, it was worth it to hear him mumbling around his paci. he could of stood there watching for hours honestly but the front door rang and he sighed, why of ALL the nights had his usual delivery place had to of lived up to it's 30 minutes or under delivery time? "Din din's here buddy, can you put your toys away and come meet mommy in the kitchen while he goes and pays?" Kid asked, patting Blacks head. Black whined a little and mumbled something, then sighed like ALL of the worlds problems were on him and nodded.

getting to the front door Kid opened it without checking and found himself looking face to face with soul. "Alright ma'am i got a order of...of..Kid?! Kid is that you?!" Soul asked, being anther one of the rare people not to know about the trap. "uh..yeah.. " kid said and blushed then smiled. "anyways, my order?" "I..oh wow. heh. I didn't know you and black were this kinky! wait, is he a little sissy too?" soul asked. "I believe it's none of your business. now can you ple-" Kid started, but then a loud "MOMMY! I SLIPPED COME KISS MY BOO BOO'S BETTER !!" was heard from the living room and Kid facepalmed while soul laughed. "you know what, I think i got a pretty good idea.. Mommy." Soul chuckled, and took the money he was offered for the food and tipped the hat of his delivery uniform. "You and your widdle one have a good supper Ma'am." he said and then took off. "..Hoo boy..this isn't gonna be fun to explain." Kid thought as he closed the door.

The end.

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modern-inheritance · 3 years

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Modern Inheritance: Yellow Gerbera (Pt 4 of Torin’s Story)

(A/N: I originally planned for this to be the start of a single ‘chapter’ but to hit all the points I wanted to I realized I would need another part because it got ridiculously long.

Anyway, we get to meet a new friend! And here’s your reminder/confirmation that the ‘I’m not even into women!’ comment Torin makes in a panic in the previous chapter is Torin coming out as gay. Happy pride. Note that Torin was thought up as gay originally probably over a year ago, so this isn’t some pride month ploy. Torin is a gay, anxiety prone mess that needs therapy and friends. And we are doing the best to get him those.)

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // PART 4 // Part 5 // TBC

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“Enough.”

Torin snapped his gaze back up to the Elven Queen as she stood. He had nearly forgotten she was there, speaking aloud his memories as the world faded around him. Through the corner of his eye he could see that the patch of light that wandered the floor of his cell had shifted considerably. The pale golden pinks of approaching dusk barely kissed the ground.

Queen Islanzadí drew herself up before him, expression unreadable. “Enough. I must meet my war council.” A tension that Torin had been unaware of building suddenly released, and he slumped slightly. So she wasn’t stopping to kill him. That was a good sign. He stood slowly, joints sore, and stepped back further into his cell before pausing.

Unsure if it was the right thing to do, Torin awkwardly shuffled his feet and bowed low. “Y-yes, ma’am.” When he straightened the elf was regarding him with what he thought could be the barest hint of amusement, as well as some mild thoughtfulness.

“One of my people will come to you shortly.” The door to Torin’s cell clicked shut, guided by silent magic. The display made him shiver again. “I cannot confirm your account until tomorrow at the earliest, and cannot trust you to roam free. However, that does not mean that you will remain here in your own filth. You will bathe and be provided with new clothing before we next meet.

“If you cause any disturbance or attempt to flee, you will be killed without hesitation. Am I clear?”

Torin heard himself speak in affirmation, but his mind was reeling as the Queen departed down the ward’s hall.

‘Confirmation.’ So some of the men from the High Security Ward had survived the battle. He wondered if they would be truthful when asked about their former comrade, and the consequences for both if they were not.

Suddenly lightheaded, Torin stumbled to his cot and collapsed on to it. His face pressed against the cool cinderblock, providing some anchor to the world. Every nerve tingled with static, fizzling anxiety and long forgotten hope all clamoring for the top spot in his consciousness. The dulled realization that he had forgotten to ask if the elf he had met back then was alive drifted through his mind with a pang of guilt before it too faded.

It took til the sun had set and the moon had risen to peer over the rim of the world for Torin’s overstimulated brain to wrestle the revelations and relivings of the day down. He shifted in his cot and sat up, back to the wall, as he laid out the processed information in simplified pieces to take them in with an emptied mind.

The elves were fully in control of Gil’ead, not the Empire. The Elven Queen, Islanzadí, had visited him at his cell. She was interested in the fire-eyed elf that had been imprisoned here, and in Torin’s interactions with her. The Queen would come speak to him again, probably tomorrow, and another elf was going to come and take Torin somewhere to bathe and give him a new prison uniform.

The last pieces to the day’s puzzle lingered in the young man’s mind as he tucked the rest of the information away.

Torin was not exactly a prisoner anymore, but was not free either. Not only that, but the question that had stayed with him since his arrest may yet be answered.

‘What happened to the elf after her escape from Gil’ead?’

A knock against the cell door roused Torin from his thoughts. He stood, a bit more than surprised that anyone would be so kind as to knock, and warily approached the barred window. “Y-yes?” His throat was dry from his earlier speech.

An elven woman was outside, peering into the cell with the same curiosity Torin once held as he looked in on the imprisoned elf all that time ago. “Stars watch over you, Torin Aldsson. I am Naela, of House Varan.” Her voice was the pitch and tone of a shallow river gliding over rounded stones, a smooth, rich alto with hints of lilting tones and rolling ripples.

“It is nice to meet you, Naela.”

The young man could not help but feel a small sense of relief as his gaze caught on the woman’s hazel eyes. It was clear, through them, that Naela carried the same power as the other elves Torin had encountered. But there was something different about the way she held it, almost cupped in her hands. There was a softness, almost gentle touch at the edges.

Her eyes were...warm. Like laying in the beams of light that graced the ground on a chill day. Whereas the imprisoned elf’s eyes blazed with an undying fire of ferocity and determination, and Queen Islanzadí’s were the sharp, crisp chill of a winters day, Naela’s eyes were the warm sun of approaching autumn, the last vestiges of warmth and comfort at the edge of the cold seasons ahead.

Torin wondered. If the elf from before were safe, with friends, away from this awful place and free from pain...would her eyes look the same?

With a murmured word and a gentle tug, Naela unlocked and opened the door. “The Queen has assigned me to be your guard.” She stepped aside, offering a clear path into the hall. “If you would follow me, please.”

Torin went to fall in, but stopped at the threshold of his cell. It felt as though iron shackles had snapped around his ankles, pulling tight as he tried to step over the invisible line separating him from the world outside the four little walls. A wave of panic washed through him, ice cold to the point that it made his lungs seize.

What if there were spells set on his cell? What if he couldn’t leave? The world seemed to tremble at the edges, and for an instant he felt his foot moving back, away from the door back to the relative safety of his cell–

Gentle hands on his forearms snapped the world back to an anchored clarity. Naela was in front of him, concern tipping her sharp brows inwards. “You are safe, Aldsson.”

Torin could not stop his shaking. He wanted to believe her, he really did. But how could she know? He had only left his cell with another guard before. What if there were things set in the stones to kill him if he left? Or what if the burns on the imprisoned elf’s feet were a result of an escape attempt? What if–

Naela was speaking, then. But the words were...different. They were not in common tongue, yet deep in the marrow of his bones, the very cells of his nerves, Torin somehow...understood. He did not know what she had said but in that moment he understood her meaning, that there was absolute truth in her words.

“Listen to my voice, Alddson. You are safe. Nothing will harm you here.”

The trembling eased to a manageable level.

“Would you like me to help you?” Torin nodded mutely. Following the pressure that the elf exerted on his arms, unable to resist, the young man took his first steps out of his cell in months.

The hall was the same as it always was. But in that moment, as Torin breathed deeply and tried to get his hammering heart under control, the air felt crisp and clear. The lights felt bright, almost too much so. Beneath his bare feet, the cool concrete felt polished and mirror smooth.

It felt...good. And at the same time, everything almost overwhelmed him.

“Are you back with us, Aldsson?” The young man focused back on the elf that still held his arms. Her concern was evident through the tilt of her head and tightening around her eyes.

A pang of guilt and shame washed through him. This woman had come to let him out of a dank and filthy prison cell, and instead of thanking her and doing the only sane thing and walking out, he had to have her physically drag him through the door like a nervous cat from under a bed.

“Yes.” Torin instinctively flexed his fingers, that telltale itch and tingle forming in his muscles that was only pacified through worrying at his knuckles. “I’m s-sorry. I don’t– I didn’t–”

“Do not be sorry for this.” Naela’s voice was firm, and the combination of that and the soothing pressure as she squeezed his forearms drew Torin’s eyes back to hers. “You are feeling things that are natural for some after such isolation.” She suddenly smiled at him, bright and reassuring. “If it will make this easier for you, I can keep contact with you as we walk. Would you prefer to remain indoors? There is a path that does not lead outside if you are not yet ready.”

A soft blanket of solace settled over Torin’s shoulders. He gave Naela a shaky smile, and nodded. “Thank you. I’d like that.”

With a reassuring pat to his arm, the elf shifted to a position slightly behind his right and settled a hand on his shoulder. Together, the elf and the freed man moved to the stairs.

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Despite Naela’s gentle presence, Torin felt a twinge of unease in his stomach as they passed the door that led to the High Risk Ward’s open-floor showers. Another turn saw the two pass the ward common room and finally stop at the small barracks, where Naela held the door for her charge to enter and beckoned him to the door at the back.

Torin followed obediently, eyes darting to take in the state of his former bunk. Second on the right, lower berth. Like all the other beds it had been stripped, the mattress removed and placed elsewhere. The footlockers were pulled from their places beneath the bunks and sat lined up in front of the empty frames, all cleared of their contents.

With a jolt of sudden homesickness he had not felt since childhood, Torin remembered that the last picture of his family was in his locker when he was arrested. He wondered if it had been thrown away, and made a mental note to try asking Naela if there were any prisoner effects left in the lockup.

“This is to be your room for the time being.” Naela pressed her hand to the door at the end of the barracks, unlocking it with another spell.

Torin blinked. “This is the Captain’s room though....” He followed his guard inside, taking in the space. He had only been inside twice before, and had spent most of the time staring at a particular cracked cinderblock in the wall as the Captain berated him for whatever he had done.

The space was well over half again the size of his cell, but was still quite small. There was only room for a soldier's bed along the far wall, a writing desk beside the door, and a small dresser to the right. At the end of the bed was another door, revealing a tiny bathroom with a toilet, sink and shower.

Naela clasped her hands behind her back, hiding a small grin. “The Queen thought this would be the most convenient accommodation until she could investigate your claims.” She gestured towards the dresser and then the shadowed washroom when Torin turned at her voice. “There are several sets of clothes of various sizes for you to find your proper fit once you have washed.”

For a moment, Torin couldn’t speak through the sudden lump in his throat. He turned back to survey the room and hide the watering of his eyes from the elf, warmth blooming in his chest.

This was the kindness those of his own race had abandoned. The simple right to basic living conditions, to proper hygiene, space to move more than two paces and enough light to see and not feel oppressed by constant gloom. To be suddenly provided with it all, even when he could not leave and was still technically a prisoner….

‘...So the Queen is not as cold as she puts off. At least, not entirely.’

Torin wiped his eyes and breathed deeply before facing Naela again. “Thank you.” Feeling mere words not sincere enough to convey the wealth of emotions now inside him, Torin bowed.

Naela laughed and took the young man by the shoulders to right him. “You don’t need to bow to me, Aldsson!”

The sound of laughter, after so long, made Torin smile. “Are there any restrictions that I should follow while here?”

“Ah. Unfortunately, the washroom door must remain open, but I will turn my back when privacy is needed.” Torin nodded. The decreased privacy was not something he was unfamiliar with. He was living, and often showering, with twelve other men before his arrest. And it was not like the cell he was in previously was the most private of places. “If you find yourself needing anything, do not hesitate to ask. I will remain at the door.”

Still smiling, Torin nodded. It took a locking of his muscles to prevent it from turning into a bow again. With another word of thanks, he hurried to the first shower available to him in months, elation bubbling in his chest.

Yellow Gerbera: Warmth, sunshine, friendliness.

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anemonenemerosa · 4 years

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The Spare - Chapter 7

Hello again,

here we go with the next chapter.

The fic is still inspired by the lovely @lumosinlove

TW for mentioned homophobia, past (and present?) abuse, mental health issues.

Chapter 7

Regulus quietly eased himself down on his bed, not making a noise, struggling to grasp what he just overheard. And it was a lot. His brother was, erm... dating the person he called after dinner. The voice on the phone was somewhat unintelligible but clearly male... named Remus. Sirius is dating a man. He was gay... playing in the NHL. Holy shit.'

After a moment of comprehension, Regulus pushed the newly found insights in his brothers’ sex-life aside. There was so much more. Sirius did not just go and found himself a new family six years ago. He felt as abandoned by his family as Regulus felt by Sirius. He feared their parents. Was the brave attitude Sirius would show Regulus just to keep him calm and happy, to protect his little brother? The beatings didn't end when Sirius was fifteen, as Regulus was always made to believe and he was going through therapy because of the psychological damage it caused. All the time Sirius told him he did not understand, Regulus drove him further away but his brother was right all along. Regulus did not understand, and he could kick himself for not getting this earlier.

But Sirius left Regulus there instead of explaining to him what he did not understand.

“I wouldn’t trade places with him though. I wouldn’t give up the Lions for anything.” His brother had said. Regulus wouldn't want to trade places with himself either.

This made clear that Sirius had no idea how Regulus' life went and how leaving him alone did not ease the pressure off of him. On the contrary. Do other families actually talk about such things? Probably, but we did not talk and now the damage is done.

Then, another aspect of the conversation demanded attention. Sirius had found someone. A team, some kind of family he actually wanted to spend time with and not just showed up out of sense of duty. And this Remus, who seemed to deeply care about him. Him, not his career, not his status. That man might even love him.

Regulus felt his eyes burn. He hadn't cried in years but the bare idea that relationships existed where people cared for each other like that, without expectations, showing support and giving comfort, left him longing. He remembered the feeling of being cared for by Sirius when he was young and realised that he was secretly craving it. Envy mingled with the burning the remorse of all he ever did to his brother while tears ran down his face.

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The next day went by in a blur. Regulus was confused and hurting. His carefully maintained walls broke down yesterday and he was struggling to get them up again. He still couldn't look into his brothers’ eyes, he was off kilter and felt too exposed. But he knew he needed to get a grip, needed to talk to his brother before he left the next morning.

Regulus wandered around again at night but not in the house. He couldn’t walk past Sirius room again before he was ready. Instead, he put his running shoes on, climbed out of his window and started off along his favourite path. He'd run it so often, it didn't even make a difference that is was dark. He put Sirius' sexuality on the back burner, deciding that it was more important to get a concept of how he felt about his brother after all the input from last night. Letting the call replay in his head, Regulus tried to make a note of the feelings that surged through him. It hurt horribly but he pushed through and began to classify his emotions halfway through his second laps.

He felt sorry for his brother. Sirius was abused, felt just as abandoned as Regulus, stood under enormous pressure from the media already and oh, he was a closeted gay NHL-Captain dating his teams' -almost professional NHL-player- PT. The name Remus stroked something in Regulus' memory and he had looked him up earlier that day. Somewhat typically Sirius: Never one to do things by halves. But back to the feelings-endeavour.

There was shame, quite a lot. Regulus was being big-headed, naive and too eager to please his parents, the Snakes, too eager to escape Sirius' success pressing down on him until he couldn't breathe. He had let himself get blinded.

Despite the re-evaluation of their last years, Regulus still felt abandoned by his big brother and unbearably hurt. Although he began to fathom why Sirius put so much distance between himself and the family, he promised Regulus to always be his brother, to be there for him. And then, he wasn't. This wasn't all Sirius' fault of course, there were so many layers to their relationship that his head spun and he didn't even know everything that happened to his brother.

Regulus took a short break from running and feelings before he began his fifth laps, wishing he had thought of water.

Envy was the next feeling on the list. It was a not a knew occurrence but while it usually focused on his brother’s career, he now envied Sirius for something completely different. For having friends as close as a family, a team that supported him and seemed to genuinely like him as a person. Jealousy threw itself into the mix with a pang. All these people were in company of the Sirius' happy and caring side. The side that once was reserved for Regulus only. But maybe, it was possible to deeply care for several people. That Sirius finding real friends didn't mean he had nothing left for his baby brother. But Regulus drove him away and lost his claim. As quick as the jealousy came, it was overshadowed by longing for true affection and loss of how close he once was to his brother.

Remus. The name sprang up in Regulus' mind. Sirius hadn't just found a home, he found love. Something, Regulus grew more and more aware that he himself was undeserving of such strong affection. Any affection honestly. After all he had done, no one could possibly like him. The realisation just increased the longing and gave it a painful twinge.

As if it wasn’t bad enough already.

Regulus gave up running after the fifth laps and settled on lying on a park bench in the middle of nowhere instead, like a proper creep.

Maybe I could do with a bit of therapy too, at the very least to sort through this mess, he thought dryly.

Then, there was the sexuality part. His brother was gay. This thought should have evoked repulsion in him but it didn’t. He briefly considered the common slurs and dirty jokes in the locker-room and on ice. Regulus was not sure how much of it was supposed to be harmless chirping but without doubt, it would become ammunition of certain players, if they knew it was actually true. And his parents made decidedly no effort to sugar-coat their opinions.

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"Sports is stooping lower and lower these days!" Regulus remembered his father’s agitation during the Olympic winter-games in Sochi.

Tim Stevenson, a Vancouver City Councillor, urged the International Olympics Committee to add "sexual orientation" to the Olympic Charter. The politician was openly-gay and married to Gary Paterson, the equally openly-gay moderator of the United Church of Canada.

"They shouldn't have allowed that in the first place" Orion hissed while succumbing into a rare fit of rage.

Regulus, of course, couldn’t remember the marriage in 2004 but his parents would never fail to show their distaste and indignation.

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Regulus had always believed blindly what his parents told him, once out of naivety, later out of self-preservation. A mode of action he began to question deeply by now. The blind trust towards his parents was crumbling quickly, and Regulus felt himself uncertain of what to do now that his moral concepts and alleged knowledge were dissolving at an alarming rate. But as many tumultuous hard feelings as he allowed himself against Sirius for abandoning him and escaping, he did not think that being gay changed something about his brother...

Wasn't sexuality something you can’t help? That has always been like this? Then, hadn't he always been gay and knowing about it did not make him a different person. But Regulus hardly doubted that most of the NHL shared this train of thought, let alone their parents.

This can ruin Sirius' career... but isn't hockey supposed to be about the game and the game only? His mantra came back from the dead.

Why should it be of any importance for his game where he put his dick, or let other people stick their dick, for that matter? Regulus shuddered at the thought that his brother had a sex-life but he found himself not cringing at the idea of Sirius liking men. It was more the fact that he had sex in general. He denied that brothers, just like parents did this at all. Being the living proof that his parents had definitely had sex, was irrelevant.

Regulus decided to keep his brothers secret. He would not hurt him any more than he already had.

Coming home, around three in the morning, tired but much more at ease he found himself able to really sleep for the first time in what felt like years. Come next morning, he would grow a pair of metaphorical balls (he already had actual ones, thank you very much) to tell Sirius about the Interview and apologise. He would not talk about his brother’s sexuality, didn't want to intrude. It was not Regulus' business after all.

Regulus never overslept but this very day, he did. When he woke up, his brother was already gone. Thats that. I hope you liked it :)

Stay safe and channel your inner Hufflepuff

#the spare #Sweater Weather #lumosinlove #regulus black #Sirius Black #sirius and regulus #Remus Lupin

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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

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winter prompt fill 5, indruck, nsfw?

5: your car slid into a snowbank and i’m the mechanic that comes to tow you

Two hours.

Two fucking hours, that’s how far this guy is from town. But because he’s three hours from the one to the west, it’s Duck’s company that got the call from AAA for a tow. On night three of what's forecasted as a week-long snowstorm. And because it’s that kind of job, the call came in at 4:45 pm. At least he’ll get overtime for this.

Being out of Kepler means the radio has real stations, half of them playing blocks of pop hits and the other half blaring Christmas carols. Duck doesn’t mind either, settles on listening to crooning about sleigh bells and winter wonderlands as he tries to keep the truck from sliding into snow piles.

He’s all prepared to be aggravated at whoever was clueless enough to get themselves stranded and stick him with the four hour round-trip, but the closer he gets to his destination the more he sympathizes. Because this is a rural two-lane highway and not a major through-road, the maintenance is spotty at best. Couple that with the still-falling snow and he’s just glad the guy was in the kind of accident where he could still make a call after it.

The last half-hour he’s down to thirty miles an hour, lets out a groan of relief when the dead taillights of a car reflect back at him. Once he positions the truck and hops out, he rolls his eyes; the sedan doesn’t have snow tires or chains on, something even a person with a Nevada license plate should have known to carry north.

Duck wonders if being unprepared is a habit when the driver steps out in far too light a coat for the weather, shuddering and stuttering out an “Th-thank g-goodness.”

“Guessin you’re Mr. Wilde?”

Pale hair falls over red glasses as the man nods. With his hood up, he looks owlish, guarded. He’s all limbs and edges, and Duck can’t help but think of a stray cat that needs a warm bed and some food.

“Go ahead and get up into the passenger seat. Heat ain’t runnin, but it’s sure as heck warmer than out here. I’ll get her hitched up and we can get going.”

Another nod, the man hunching forward as he scurries into the truck. This is the easy part, getting the damaged car hooked to the truck and freeing it from the snow. The hard part comes when they turn towards town, two hours of darkness and icy roads ahead of them.

“I’m so sorry you had to come all this way. I, ah, did not intend to crash, nor to do so this far from help.”

“Hey, it’s what we’re here for. Gonna be slow goin on the way back, since it’ll be real fuckin embarassin to call a tow truck for a tow truck.”

A snicker, “I picture them as growing exponentially larger, like nesting dolls. A tow truck towing a tow truck towing a tow truck towing a car would be the size of a semi.”

Duck chuckles, “Yeah, it’d be a sight. And a fuckin nightmare for anyone who got behind it.”

The cab is warming nicely, so his passenger pulls back his hood. In the darkness he can tell the pale hair is metallic silver, and there’s a hell of a bruise blooming on his forehead. Duck’s never seen anyone quite like him, and if their survival didn’t depend on his concentration, he’d spend the next hour studying him.

“Damn, got banged up in the crash huh.”

“Yes.” The man gingerly touches the bruise, sighs, “It’s my own fault for being careless.”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself, nearly spun out on the way to get you from the damn black ice.”

“I wish I could say that was the sole cause, but I was also asleep.”

Duck bites back the urge to scold him; he wants him to be comfortable around him and besides, even if Duck is having a crappy night, this guy is having an even worse one.

“Wouldn’t be the first person who thought they could make it one more town before stoppin for the night and was wrong.”

“True. It’s just that, ah, I’ve been driving three days straight without sleep.”

“Jesus Christ, you on the lamb or somethin?”

In his periphery, he swears the taller man flinches.

“No. Just having bad luck with a chaser of poor choices.”

“Gotcha.” Duck drums on the wheel, “so, uh, Mr. Wilde, what do you do when you ain’t stuck in the snow?”

“I draw. And Indrid is fine…” he peers awkwardly at Duck’s name tag, “Duck.”

“It’s a nickname.”

“Ah. Are you a mechanic as well as a driver?”

“Yep. Do it part-time when I’m not workin at the national forest. Friend of mine, Ned, runs the garage attached to the Cryptonomica.”

“I recall seeing that when I drove through. Quite the Jacks of all trades, you two,”

“Most of Kepler’s got more’n one job. It’s the kind of place that’s always losin fundin or people, just barely stayin afloat.”

“One sympathizes. Do you like your jobs?”

“Trained in forestry, so it’s always what I’ve wanted to do. The mechanic stuff,” Duck shrugs, “nice workin with my hands and beein able to help folks out. And I ain’t half bad at it.”

“I certainly appreciate your efforts. I--wait, hold on, I’m sorry but I need to…” he turns up the radio, playing what Duck assumed was Santa Baby from the melody.

“He is saying ‘buddy.’ What in the world? Why would you change it?”

“Can’t have the fella in the red velvet suit thinkin you’re gay.” Duck jokes.

“Heaven forbid.” Indrid smiles, and Duck likes the expression so much he decides to see if he can get him to do it again.

“You wanna hear a slightly inappropriate joke?”

“Absolutely.”

“How come Santa don’t have any kids?”

“How come?”

“Because he only comes once a year and it’s down a chimney.”

There’s a beat and then Indrid guffaws, covering his face with his hands as his whole body shakes with amusement, “that was horrible, do you have any more?”

Thank god he’s got a wealth of bad jokes tucked in his brain. When he exhausts those he and Indrid trade brainteasers, stopping now and then to talk about their lives. The taller man asks Duck about his jobs, about the woods, and the town, and offers a few anecdotes in exchange. Duck senses they’re about they’re set in a time in his life that’s further away than Indrid would like.

Indrid also readily shares the snacks from his small backpack. Duck eats what he can while still safely piloting the car. Then nearly takes them across the yellow line when Indrid unwraps a Starburst with his tongue, and prays the man will stay in Kepler long enough for Duck to take him to dinner.

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Given he was expecting a painfully awkward trip at best, Duck’s friendliness is a welcome surprise. Now that they’ve been stuck in the car together for close to two hours, Indrid is confident saying this is most fun he’s had talking to someone in a long time, even before things went all to hell.

It helps that Duck is the picture you’d get if you googled “Indrid Cold’s type”; sturdy, handsome in an unassuming way, undoubtedly pleasant to cuddle, with muscles that Indrid is positive could hold him up against a wall for at least a few minutes. In another life, one that’s so far away he fears he imagined it, he’d wait until they were done with the business portion of this evening, then slip Duck a card with his name in silver letters and his hotel room number on the back. The man is so genuine in his kindness too, Indrid feeling safer in the dark with him than he’s felt in years.

Which makes him feel even worse about what he’s going to do.

“Not too far now.” Duck turns the windshield wipers up a notch, “thank fuck for that.”

Indrid curls forward, holding his stomach, “I, ah, I really hate to say this, but I’m afraid my gas station lunch is coming back up.”

“Shit, okay, lemme pull over.” Duck guides the truck onto the side of the road, “do what you gotta do.”

His hands are on his lap, keys still dangling from the ignition. Indrid lunges over, grabbing them and trying to shove Duck into the door in one go. The mechanic is too fast, yanking the keys to his chest.

“What the fuck man!?”

“I’m so sorry about this!”

“Then fuckin stop!” Duck kicks, misses, and Indrid knees him in the stomach as gently as he can.

“I can’t, I need the truck.”

“Are you fuckin car-jackin me right now?”

“It’s not personal.” He gets the keys away, only for the world to flip ninety degrees as Duck tackles him backwards.

“It sure feels like it is!”

Indrid hoped that his survival instincts would kick in hard enough to make up for the exhaustion and that coupled with the element of surprise would bring him success. Instead, his limbs have no power behind them, and all he can do is curse when the driver flips him onto his stomach, trapping his hands behind his back and pinning him with his body weight.

“Fuck.” It’s a pathetic noise for a pathetic man.

“Explain. Now.” Duck growls.

“I, I, you were right when asked if I was on the lamb.”

“....fuckin what?”

“It was a set up, and I finally, finally got free, and, and I will not go back, I can’t, but if I’m out a car I need a replacement and-”

“And you almost stole a truck that’s got a goddamn tracker in it.”

“Oh.” He presses his face to the seat in shame.

“Somethin tells me you ain’t a seasoned crook.”

“I’m not a criminal at all! I have no idea what I’m doing. I was just going to drive and drive until I hit the coast, I hadn’t even decided what to do after. I, I’m sorry, I waited until we got close to town so you wouldn’t be too far away to walk home safely. I, ah, I wasn’t prepared for having to do this to someone I like.”

Duck shifts above him, mutters, “what the fuck do I do now” to himself, and tightens his hold on Indrid’s wrists.

Indrid whimpers, realizing with horror that his body responded to the mechanics of the fight but not it’s context.

Duck freezes at the noise, and when Indrid hazards a peek the mechanic is staring down in disbelief.

“Are you fuckin hard from this?”

There’s no use in lying, he’s faced worse humiliation than this, “Some. Not on purpose. I, ah, I enjoy rough treatment.”

Duck’s face fills with bitter amusement, “And I like givin it. But not to fellas who nearly steal my truck. Fuckin figures the first guy to flirt with me is doin it for some other reason.”

“That’s not true, my plan involved no flirting.” Indrid huffs, “I was flirting because I think you’re handsome.”

More pressure on his back as Duck leans down to whisper in his ear, grinding against his ass, “Yeah? Were you hopin I’d fuck you in here? Or over the hood when we got back?”

“Maybe.” He manages a smirk.

“Hopin I’ll fuck you now?”

Indrid nods, but Duck doesn’t notice. The mechanic sits all the way back, releasing his hands, “too damn bad, because unlike you, I only take things with permission.”

“C-consider it granted.”

The hand finds his back again, but instead of shoving or grabbing it strokes up and down, “Indrid, I’m serious. I ain’t doin anythin if the only reason you’re offerin is because you think I’ll hurt you if you don’t.”

“I’m not. I want this, Duck, I want to be with you.” He’s going back to jail one way or another after this, unwilling to consider the thought of hurting Duck to get the keys. He’d rather go back with one happy memory and a few minutes of fun freshly stored in his mind.

There’s silence, Duck’s hand still as he thinks. Then it comes down hard on Indrid’s ass, “Okay sugar, happy to oblige you. Besides, seems to me you owe me an apology for that sorry excuse for a car theft.”

Indrid moans loudly when Duck hauls onto his elbows and knees, though it’s the pet name that hits deeper than any of the much-welcome pain. The waistband of his dollar store sweatpants hits his thighs, there’s a pop of something plastic, and then a slick finger is teasing between his asscheeks.

“Vaseline. Great for keepin your skin from cracking in the cold.”

The finger disappears and he whines, pushing his ass back and getting it slapped so hard he yelps.

“Nice try. But this ain’t for you, it’s for me. Don’t got a condom and only got a tiny bit of this left and it ain’t enough to fuck you full on.”

“It’s alright, I like the pain, you could use spit or-”

“Nope” another slap, “that turns into the bad kinda pain real quick. Now open your fuckin legs.”

Indrid does so, gasps happily when Duck slides his lubed-up cock between his thighs.

“Close ‘em and keep ‘em closed. Good, ohfuckyeah that’s good.” The thrusts are already fast, Ducks hands holding his hips in place, “fuck, tell you what sugar, you may be a shitty crook but you’re a damn good lay.”

“Yes.” Indrid moans, scrabbling for a hold on the upholstery.

“Shit, you do like it rough. Like it when I talk like that?” One hand comes down, petting Indrid’s head and brushing his hair away from where it’s stuck over his eyes.

“So much, Duck, please, please, more, I want more AHgod!” Tears slip past his glasses as Duck hits the right side of his ass over and over again. He’s been treated like a criminal mastermind, made miserable because of it, so being nothing more than an eager piece of ass is a welcome change.

“Then I oughta tell you this is what you get for tryin to get one over on me. Think you can throw my ass out in the cold? Gonna turn yours so red you won’t be able to sit for a week.”

He’s so hard it isn’t even funny, and beneath the wonderful cycle of pain-relief-pain-relief his mind chants safesafesafesafe.

“Fuck, Indrid, I’m so fuckin lucky you tried that stunt on me, can’t wait to cum all over that cute little ass, ohyeah, fuck, fuckyeah.” He pulls out, cum spurting onto Indrid’s ass and legs and Indrid hears his own voice saying “thank you” as he does.

As he’s contemplating what form of begging will earn him an orgasm, he’s flipped onto his back, one calloused hand pressing him down by the shoulder while the other jerks him off. He squeaks and squirms, one palm thwacking into the door as his right leg catches the steering wheel.

“Sensitive, sugar?”

“Yes.”

“Shoulda thought of that before you bent over for me.”

“TechnicallyAH, you, you’re the one who bent me over.”

Duck jerks him extra hard in reply, grinning. The sight of him is just the right balance of menacing and protective that Indrid only needs two more bucks of his hips before he’s cumming. The mechanic works him through it, squeezing him roughly just to hear him whimper (Indrid’s certain of it).

He sits back and starts putting his clothes in order as Indrid lays there, panting from exertion and the weight of reality on his chest.

“I don’t suppose you have something I can, ah, wipe off with before you take me to the station?” He asks softly.

“I’m not taking you to the police, Indrid.”

“What? Why?” He bolts up, his mind screaming that he shouldn’t ask too many questions lest it make Duck change his mind.

“I’m not sure what kinda guy fucks someone and then hands them over to the cops, but I’m damn sure I don’t wanna be one.”

“You’d do that without even knowing the full truth?”

“Wouldn’t mind if you told me.” Duck starts the car, adds “seatbelt” as he pulls back onto the road.

Indrid gets his pants up and buckles in, huddling in on himself, “As you probably guessed, my name isn’t Wilde. It’s Indrid Cold. Wilde was the man I stole that car from, who also had a very nice AAA plan it seems. I am, or was, an architect. Quite talented, if I do say so myself. And many other people said so, once upon a time. My firm got a contract with a certain large city to design and help build a bridge. I was head of design, and I was certain this would be the project that made my name. It did. Just not how I hoped.”

Duck slows down as they reach the edge of Kepler.

“Have you ever heard of the Silverlake Bridge?”

“Ain’t that the one that collapsed a few years agooh, oh shit was that your bridge?”

“Yes. Halfway through the project, I became concerned that certain elements of the design would not be as stable as they needed to be and might collapse without warning. The higher ups said it would require a larger budget to do the new, far safer design, but gave me the go ahead to finish my proposal of the securer model. They accepted that design, and I thought that was the end of it. Turns out, they funneled the money needed for the better bridge into their own pockets, both my bosses and the representatives from the city. Unbeknownst to me, they built the weaker bridge. When it collapsed I” he takes a deep breath, the memories surfacing in a tidal wave, “I was shocked, and prepared to accept responsibility, as I could not understand how the design failed. It was only when the investigation revealed how it failed that I understood my warnings had been ignored and I was being set up as a fall guy. Not only for the collapse, but for the missing funds, my bosses swearing up one side and down the other that they’d given the money to me to manage. They’d had this planned for months, and so had built our communication in such a way that I had no proof the money hadn’t come to me. Thus I was blamed, tried, and convicted, and in the minds of many I am responsible for the death of 67 people.”

The engine shuts off and he looks up to see them in an auto garage. Duck is turned to him, face so sad and sympathetic that Indrid could almost believe..

“You think I’m telling the truth.”

“I know you are. Not sure how, but even though I ain’t much of a liar myself, I can usually tell when someone is bullshittin me.”

“I don’t want to go back to prison.”

“You won’t.”

“Duck I, I can’t ask you to hide me, that could put you in danger of arrest.”

“There’s all of four cops in Kepler, and I’d bet my life no one here could pick you out of a line-up as a ‘disgraced architect Indrid Cold.’ And if we need a cover story, Ned’s got a knack for ‘em.”

“We?”

Duck cups his cheek and Indrid leans into it, “You and me. Indrid, I think fate is a load of bullshit, but I can’t shake the feelin me pickin you up tonight was meant to be. Lemme help you, please.”

Indrid sets his hand on Duck’s own, “Okay. Ah, where do I stay? I have fifty dollars left.”

“Could stay with me if you want. No strings attached.”

“Is that your way of letting me down gently?”

“My way of saying you don’t gotta fuck me to have a place to live. If you wanna fuck me just because, say the word and I’ll rail you into next week.”

“I’d like both those things so very much. Though right now all I want is to sleep.”

Duck leans forward, kissing him so chastely that the following lovebite is all the more thrilling.

“In that case, sugar, let’s get you home.”

#Indruck #indrid cold/duck newton #winter fills #mechanic au #on the run

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leejihoonownsmyheart · 5 years

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Sin’s Coffee

8k words

Coffee Shop AU

Barista!Mingyu

Smut Warning

Summary:

He infuriates you, won’t fall for your friends' charms and insists on giving you this look every time you walk into his little coffee shop... But he makes coffee so good that you can’t imagine going anywhere else... And when the barista is as attractive as Mingyu do you really want to go anywhere else?

This is a birthday fic for my friend @blayze-it, and it was a lot more plot then I thought it would be, and a lot more smut then I thought it would be. Hope everyone enjoys it!

You hated to admit it, but your sudden obsession with coffee had a very vain origin.

Sure, you had liked coffee before. What person in their right mind at your age and with your stress level didn’t love coffee after all? If not loved the taste, at least loved what it could do for you. It kept you caffeinated, it made you alert… Sure, sometimes it maybe made you a little overactive, but in the end, it was helpful.

It was the morning after one of those nights where you had stayed up all night studying, and you could barely form a coherent thought, much less sit through a day of classes. You hated to sound like an addict, but you needed coffee, and you needed it something fierce.

So, you had stumbled into the coffee shop closest to your apartment, and frozen at the sight of the man behind the counter.

Your close friend, Hana whistled at the sight of him.

“Forget the coffee, all I need is a glass of Mr. Tall, dark and handsome over there,” she mumbled. You scoffed, nudging her in the side.

“Shut up,” you murmured. “We don’t have time to be horny. Let’s just grab our drinks and go.”

Hana whined, bouncing on her feet, a large pout spreading across her lips.

“Come on, I need something to wake me up, and I think he’s just the guy.”

You rolled your eyes and ignored your friend, walking up to the counter.

If she wanted to flirt with the stupidly attractive guy behind the counter, then be it. But you just needed some coffee. You slipped one arm out of your backpack straps and began to rummage through it to find your wallet. You didn’t bother looking at the guy. You could barely talk when you weren’t staring in dark pools of color that just screamed for you to stop being so stiff and have a bit of fun in your life, much less when you were.

“Can I have an iced macchiato?” You mumbled. ��Maybe add seven double shots of espresso to that.”

The man behind the counter laughed- the sound itself was so much higher then you had imagined from a man of his stature, sure he was skinny, but he was also tall, and certainly wasn’t lacking in the muscle department… Either way, the sound surprised you into looking up at him.

You immediately wished you hadn’t.

The way that his face contorted when he was smiling, cheekbones defined, mouth open, lips spread thin, eyes wide with joy- it was somehow worse than the smolder he had been giving you and your friend when you walked into the dumb coffee shop in the first place.

You looked back down at your wallet as you scrambled to find your credit card.

“I have to advise you away from seven double shots I’m afraid,” he mumbled softly. “Espresso is just a little different than alcohol. That many shots could kill you.”

“Damn right it could,” you agreed eagerly. “I’ve got three papers due at the end of this week, I would love to die.”

The man scoffed, and you could feel his eyes on you. It made you nervous, but you didn’t let it show.

“I’ll give you two double shots. You want some more caffeine you can come back another time,” the man insisted. You grunted your response and risked another glance in order to glare at the man. You squinted at his name tag.

“Alright Mingyu,” you grumbled. “Now I know exactly who to complain about on Yelp.”

Mingyu laughed again and moved away from the counter.

“How about this, coffee’s on me today? Then you don’t have to complain, and you still get your daily dose of caffeine,” he bartered. You had been about to look away from him, but then he leaned forward, pressing his elbows on the counter to stare at you.

His tongue dragged slowly over his teeth, as his eyes flickered up and down your body. Your face heated under his scrutinizing gaze.

“Fine,” you agreed, your eyes narrowing in challenge. He smiled at you for another moment, and turned away from you, presumably to start making the beverage for you. It was then, and only then that your friend raced forward. She grabbed your arm, squeezing it so hard that you thought you might bruise.

“Holy shit, he likes you,” she hissed into your ear. You frowned and glanced at her.

“Shut up,” you mumbled.

“Oh, come on,” Hana replied, slapping your arm. “You have to admit, he’d totally be fun.”

You looked back over at the man, your eyes trailing from the back of his head down to his wide shoulders. You took in the way his beige shirt hung off of his body, the string of his apron tied tightly around his waist. His shirt tucked in just right so that you could see his perfect butt.

You cleared your throat and looked away.

“What kind of straight guy wears pants that tight?” You whispered back. You shrugged. “I’m telling you here and now, that boy is gay.”

Hana opened her mouth to protest, but her words died in her mouth.

“You have to ruin everything don’t you?” She asked. You chuckled, and that was when Mingyu turned around. He raised his eyebrows, giving the two of you a cocky smile.

“You ladies talking about me?” He asked a tinge of amusement dancing in his tone of voice. You rolled your eyes.

“More like wondering how much longer until I get my coffee.”

He chuckled and handed you your cup of coffee.

“Here ya go my lady,” he stated. You took it and turned away from the counter as you went in search of a straw. You heard Hana start to flirt with the man, Mingyu, but you didn’t worry about it. You knew how she could be.

If there was a phone number she wanted, a man she wanted to be with, she was sexy and confident enough to get it.

“Damn guy didn’t give me his number!”

“What a shame,” you mumbled as you walked down the street, shoulder to shoulder with her. Hana groaned.

“You’re only saying that because he was totally digging you,” she responded. She giggled giddily. “Seriously, he was cute you should definitely try to get with that.”

You laughed.

“He wasn’t digging, anything,” you insisted with a roll of your eyes. “He was just worried I was serious about the yelp thing.”

“I know that you think that you don’t know anything or have any of the right assests, but girl a bat of your eyes, and a word from your pretty lips dissing a man like that?” Hana shook her head and whistled lowly. “You have him wrapped around your little finger.”

You didn’t respond to her at the time, but you couldn’t say you weren’t intrigued at all.

You weren’t sure exactly what the guy had put in your coffee, but you knew it wasn’t an iced macchiato. It was different. Not bad different. Good different.

In fact, if it was possible, too good different.

You had been craving it all week, and no matter how hard you tried to sate the craving by going to another coffee shop and getting different kinds of coffee in order to try and replicate the taste you couldn’t stop thinking about Mingyu’s coffee, and thus about Mingyu.

Finally, you couldn’t help it. You had to see him again.

You burst into the small coffee shop, glaring at the barista behind the counter before he could even see you. Once he did see you his lips spread into a wolf-like grin.

“Look who it is,” he stated.

“What did you put in my coffee?” You asked angrily. He laughed, putting his hands in the air defensively.

“Nothing bad, just added some flavoring to it,” he stated.

“I ordered an iced macchiato.”

“I figured since I was paying for it, I could give you whatever I wanted,” he replied. He rested his elbow on his counter and laid his head on his hand. “What’s your name?”

His gaze was addictive. Just as addictive as his damn coffee, and his damn smile.

You were angry, sure, but also distracted by his strong arms, and his huge stature… Guy could just press you up against the wall and-

You cleared your throat and looked away from him.

“Like I’ll tell you. Just tell me what you gave me, and we’ll be even.”

Mingyu laughed brightly. “So you did like it? I’d never tried that concoction before, but… If it’s that good, I’ll have to make it again,” he hummed, his eyes looking off to the side. Just to tease you. “Do you want it?”

“I-”

“On the house,” Mingyu blurted. “Just give me your name.”

Your eyes met Mingyu’s again, and you found yourself lost in him all over again.

You didn’t want to admit it but maybe Hana was right. The way he looked at you… It wasn’t exactly innocent.

“Y/n,” you mumbled. Mingyu’s eyebrows shot up.

“What? Sorry, don’t think I heard you, darling.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes away from the cocky barista.

“My name is y/n,” you snapped. “Now make me some coffee okay?”

And just like that, you fell into Kim Mingyu’s trap. You were a broke college student; you could barely afford to eat every day but still, you found yourself at that stupid coffee shop every morning. Not that you ever had to pay for any of it in the first place. No, everyday Mingyu found some way, some reason to make your beverage free for the day.

You weren’t going to complain about that.

But you were getting frustrated when he played with you like this.

He teased you brightly, relentlessly every day. Picking on you for your caffeine addiction, and your obvious little crush on him. You had to be careful on your best days, because if you weren’t his fingers would brush yours while passing you your cup, and they always lingered over your digits for a little too long.

You left that shop feeling warm and not in the way you wanted to.

You thought about Mingyu every single day, unable to get him out of your head.

“Hey, I’m going out!” Hana called. “You sure you don’t want to come? Maybe Mingyu’s there.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I’m good right here Hana,” you mumbled.

“Suit yourself.”

She left the room and before the door was even closed, you shifted yourself on the couch. Your core was hot, already reacting to the simple sound of his name. You rubbed your thighs together, hoping the feeling would go away, but it was then that the fabric of your panties rubbed just right against your clit. You let out a surprised moan, your eyelids fluttered shut, and just like that, you could see him.

His shirt was off, and his eyes were staring hungrily at you. He quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Come on then spread those pretty legs for me.”

You complied without a second thought, your fingers daintily running up your thigh, closer and closer to where you wanted to be touched the most. You didn’t bother teasing yourself like you probably normally would have done. Instead you slid your hand into your panties, sliding a finger into your wet core. You gasped at the friction, wondering how it would feel if Mingyu were to get his hands on you… If he were to slide one of his thick fingers into you…

You pressed another finger into you and began to pump them rhythmically in and out your body, forcing small moans out of your mouth. Your free hand traveled across your body, and you pressed your fingers against your clit, begin to fiddle with the small nub.

You wondered how he would take you if he had the chance, how his lips would feel on yours, how they would feel if he lowered down pressing his face between your thighs- You bite down on your lip, trying to hold back from saying what you were about to, but you couldn’t hold back a raspy “Mingyu”.

You began to wildly chase after your own orgasm, caution thrown to the wind. You were starting to get close to an orgasm, you felt your pleasure building up in your chest, you were so close and yet-

“Not yet baby girl.”

You whined, not really wanting to stop, but the sound of Mingyu’s voice in your head was so realistic that you couldn’t do anything but pull your fingers from yourself and sigh.

Seemed like you would be taking a cold shower tonight.

Every time you had walked into Mingyu’s coffee shop, without fail, there had been absolutely nobody but him in there. It was an odd occurrence considering the coffee shop was quite cozy. It didn’t seem like the sort of place that would be empty, more of a place with people reading and studying in the corners silently.

Today, however, the coffee shop was a little bit more crowded as there was a man standing at the counter.

Tall like Mingyu, but not as tall as Mingyu. His face was framed by large round glasses, his body clad in jeans and a brown blazer. He had the same sort of smoulder that Mingyu did. Just… softer.

Hana groaned when she saw the two.

“It’s always the cute ones isn’t it?” She mumbled. “Can’t believe you were right.”

It wasn’t the morning, so for once you were well caffeinated, and likewise, not grumpy at all. Your head rolled to the side, and you looked at your friend.

“What are you talking about?” You mumbled. She sighed and crossed her arms, shaking her head slowly.

“Mingyu’s definitely gay, and that’s his boyfriend.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“You think?” You asked softly. Hana nodded.

“Look at them. Glasses is leaning over the counter like he can’t get closer to him and look at Mingyu? His eyes won’t leave the guy. They might as well be holding hands.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes.

Ah, right.

You looked at the boys, watching the way that they spoke to each other. Every now and then Mingyu’s eyes would flicker to the other’s lips. And the other boy would shy away, his cheeks warm and rosy. You really couldn’t ignore the airy way that Mingyu said the other boys name either, Wonwoo.

Sure, they easily could just be close friends.

Wonwoo’s hands accidentally bumped his cup and it tipped over. The coffee spread across the counter the coffee seeping almost instantly into the corner of Mingyu’s shirt. Wonwoo was quick to apologize, but all Mingyu did was laugh, pushing off the counter almost giddily.

“You clutz,” he said. “I should really charge you for how much time I always spend cleaning up your messes.”

Wonwoo laughed too but he was scrambling to grab some napkins as he did. They both acted like this had happened a hundred times. As Wonwoo began to soak up the water, Mingyu turned away, slipping his apron over his head and pulling his shirt off of his body.

His body was sculpted like that of a Greek god. He must have sat back there doing pushups everyday because his body was so well made that there was no way he did anything but workout. Hana seemed to be thinking the same thing as she let out a loud whistle.

“Oh, to be a gay man,” she mumbled. But it wasn’t very quiet. Mingyu looked over his shoulder his eyes lighting up when he saw you.

“Y/n,” he said brightly. “So, this is what you look like when you haven’t just dragged yourself out of bed. You are actually pretty attractive.”

“Mingyu,” you said less brightly. You did offer him a flash of a pressed smile. “Please put your shirt back on buddy. No one wants to see that.”

“What?” Mingyu asked. “You don’t think I look good?”

You rolled your eyes and made your way up to the front counter.

“I can’t say I’m exactly impressed.”

You were impressed to be completely honest… With how well, you could lie to this man through your teeth.

“I don’t see how,” Mingyu replied. “I’m pretty impressive.”

His eyes fell on his friends.

“Don’t you think so Wonwoo?”

Wonwoo sighed and rolled his eyes away from his friend.

“I’m more curious as to why that one-” He pointed at Hana. “Is insinuating that you are gay.”

Mingyu’s nose wrinkled offensively.

“I’m not gay,” he blurted. “Where would you get that idea?”

Before you could warn her not to Hana jabbed her finger into your side.

“She brought it to my attention,” she mumbled. “The way you flaunt around, and the way you talked to this guy… No way you are straight.”

The expression that Mingyu gave you next was possibly one of the scariest looks you had ever seen from anybody. His eyes darkened, his lids falling a little heavier as he looked at you. You watched as he pressed his lips together, and very slowly, flicked his tongue in his mouth.

“You think I’m gay?”

You hadn’t previously thought it was possible, but his voice dropped a number of octaves. It was so deep that it went straight to your core. You shifted uncomfortably.

“Well, I-”

Before you could say anything to defend yourself, Mingyu was laughing, slipping a clean shirt over his chest.

You let out a breath in relief. He started to make some drinks behind the counter.

“Yeah well, Wonwoo here and I aren’t gay,” he stated. He didn’t look at you, but he didn’t have to. “But then again actions speak louder than words, don’t they?” He laughed deeply and turned around sliding two drinks across the counter. The first belonged to you. It had writing on it. You picked up the cup and hid the writing with the palm of your hand.

You could tell by the way that Mingyu was staring at you… His gaze burning you even with the cold drink in your hand that the message wasn’t something you would want Hana to see.

“I’ll see you two around,” Mingyu mumbled.

You waited until you were well away from the coffee shop before you even dared a glance at the cup. It had a time on it, a date, and a simple message. You better be there.

The small ding of the coffee shop bell was normally a welcome sound, but tonight it wasn’t as much so. It made you jump a bit as you peered into the dark restaurant, noting that all of the blinds were pulled over the windows, and that the coffee shop was empty.

You scrunched your nose slightly and began to weave yourself through the array of wooden tables. You had never gotten the chance to just look around the room, admire the aesthetic of the small joint. Each table was made of real wood. If you didn’t know any better, you would say each table in there was an antique. All of them different sizes and shapes in order to fit different size parties. The walls were painted a dark color- it made it even harder to see anything in the place this late.

Your fingers splayed over the wood.

You wondered why Mingyu had asked you to come here five minutes before they closed.

You looked up at the clock on the wall. It was four minutes before midnight now… You were on time.

“You actually came.”

You spun around, surprised to find Mingyu standing there. He didn’t have his apron on, and his shirt wasn’t tucked in.

“Well, you said that I’d better be here,” you mumbled with a roll of your eyes and a nervous laugh. “And I got my paper done early, so I figured why not you know?”

Mingyu chuckled, the sound being deep and guttural. It sent vibrations through your body as he started to slowly approach you.

“You definitely shouldn’t have come,” he mumbled. You swallowed hard and began to back away from you.

“No?” You asked, your breath hitching with each step that he took. He nodded.

“Yeah, you seem like a pretty good girl,” he responded. “And I can assure you, that I’m not a good boy.”

“Maybe I don’t want to be a good girl.”

The words left your mouth before your brain could properly screen them, and you cursed yourself for speaking before thinking. Your back hit the wood paneling on the wall behind you and you placed your hands on it nervously like it would keep you from making some decision that you would regret…

“Now that’s what I like to hear,” Mingyu replied, his voice dropping once again to that low octave it had fallen to before. His hands raised up, his motions seeming to be in slow motion as he wrapped his fingers around your biceps and slid your back up the wall.

You squeaked at his sudden display of strength, your face warming up under his watchful eyes. His lips hovered over your lips his warm breath mingling with yours. You could feel your heart rate increase under the attention, under the anticipation of what he was going to do. What he was going to say.

“You really think that Wonwoo and I are gay?” He asked. You shook your head, barely a noise leaving your mouth as you tried to deny the accusation. Mingyu smirked at the action.

“Use your words sweetheart,” he mumbled. You scrambled mentally to try and find the words to respond to him, but it was difficult when he was so close. You barely remembered how to even breath.

“No,” you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper. Luckily he seemed satisfied with the response, and smiled pressing his face a little bit further, his lips touching yours.

At the same time as your lips connected, your arms wrapped themselves around his neck, gripping desperately at his shirt. He chuckled against you, and hooked his right arm around you tugging your body closer to his.

“You taste better then I had imagined,” he murmured into the kiss. You tried to ignore him, only really able to think about how badly you had wanted this when he pushed you back, smiling cockily at you. He thumbed your lips, clearly finding amusement in your red, desperate facial expression. He tilted his head to the side.

“You’re so red. Is it possible that you knew exactly why I had invited you here this late?” Mingyu asked. Your face grew warmer- if that was even possible- and you tried for an unsuccessful moment to hide your burning face from the man in front of you.

But he was strong and grabbed your chin with his fingers.

“Oh baby, it’s too late to hide. I want to see you,” he mumbled. He tilted your face back and pressed his lips to yours again, hungrily kissing you. “I want to see all of you.”

Before you could make any noise or have any sort of reaction his free hand was on your shirt. He tugged the material for a moment, and then grunted against your lips, seeming to be bothered that it was still on your body.

“Last chance to turn back,” he mumbled against your lips. His fingers slipped from the fabric of your shirt, touching the warm skin that had been previously hidden from the world. He pinched the skin of your hip and it made you yelp which he practically swallowed as he devoured your lips.

You could barely murmur out a “want” and a “this” before his fingers curled back up in that shirt of yours and pulled.

You had previously thought that the material was pretty strong and rather durable.

But feeling Mingyu literally rip your shirt off of your body made you question why you had spent so much money on it in the first place. You whined against his lips as he reached for your bra, worried he would somehow break that too.

“I liked that shirt,” you managed to mumble. It only made Mingyu chuckle.

“I’ll buy you another one.”

You kept trying to wrestle him away from your body so you could protect your bra, but he was taking no part in it. He grabbed both of your hips, hoisting you up into the air. The way his fingers dug into your sides made you yelp, but he didn’t seem to mind. He set your back on a table and pressed your body down with his hips.

He started kissing you again, this time a little softer than the first. Just small, peppered kisses on your lips, your nose, your cheeks, your neck. His hand wormed behind you and his fingers fumbled with the hooks that held your bra together until it loosened, and he slid it off of you. You could feel him smiling into your neck, and you wanted to hit him for being so cocky with himself.

But then you felt a jolt of pain, only to realize he had bitten you. A startled moan escaped your mouth, which you quickly tried to smother beneath the back of your hand, but you were too late. Mingyu peeked up at you from where he was buried in your neck.

“Don’t cover your mouth baby, those are the sounds I want to hear.”

He pressed his lips back to your neck. You braced for the worst, but all you felt were his soft lips. He moved slightly over and once again you waited for a bit but none came. Meanwhile, one of Mingyu’s hands snaked up your side, his fingers brushing against you in a way that would normally make you laugh.

But you weren’t laughing.

Instead, you were panting against your hand, barely able to keep from biting yourself in anticipation for what you knew was to come.

You felt Mingyu’s lips spread into a smile against your neck and you tried to calm your beating heart as you waited for what was to come next.

That was of course when Mingyu’s other hand came into play. It wiggled it’s way between the two of your bodies and trailed up your leg.

“I see you wore a skirt for me,” Mingyu mumbled. You went to respond when Mingyu’s teeth pricked the skin of your neck again, before soothing over the little bite again with his tongue. Another moan left your lips, and you bit down on your hand again, trying to ignore the first hand as he splayed his fingers over your breast, fingers pinching your nipple. You whimpered into your hand.

“Don’t try and say that you didn’t wear this skirt for me either. I know you did, you never wear a skirt baby,” he continued to tease. He sucked another bite into your neck. “Gonna leave you so covered in marks.”

He pinched your thigh with his right hand and began to roll your nipple between his fingers with his other hand. You subconsciously arched your body into Mingyu’s touches.

“Everyone’s going to see you after this and know your mine, and I’m going to take you on every surface of this shop you probably haven’t even looked at before. Would you like that?”

You whined against your hand, and again you felt Mingyu smiling against the skin on your neck.

“Use your words sweetheart,” he mumbled pleasantly. As if to coax you into speaking, he pinched your thigh again, this time closer to your core.

“Yes,” you blurted.

Another nip, but this time to your collarbone.

“You sound so pretty for me,” Mingyu sang into your skin, trailing his lips down your body. Leaving love marks all across your body, in places where you would never be able to cover them.

Why did that make your core burn even hotter?

“Ever since you walked into this damn coffee shop I’ve been wanting to touch you,” he mumbled. “I’ve been wanting to have you ever since I first saw you. Kept imagining you wriggling underneath me just like this, desperate for my touch. Where do you want me to touch you huh?”

He wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, sucking your tit into his mouth. At first he just soothed over it with the pad of his tongue, but after only a few moments he had trapped your nipple between his teeth. Your moans had to have been annoying but Mingyu didn’t stop devouring you either way.

“Do you want me to just keep touching you here?” he asked you, looking up at you with a smirk.

His other hand, which had rested itself on your thigh started to move again. This time rubbing his fingers over your panties. He chuckled.

“I can feel how wet you are through your underwear darling,” he mumbled. “Are you really that excited for me?”

You didn’t respond, you couldn’t possibly find words when his fingers were so close to where you wanted him so desperately. You bucked your hips against his fingers, but the further into his hand you tried to move yourself, the more he pulled away.

“Not so fast, I want to hear you say it,” he murmured.

You whimpered, so Mingyu reached up with one hand, to press your hand away from your lips.

“Baby I can do this all day,” he stated. “All you have to do is be a good little girl for me and tell me how badly you want me.”

You stared at Mingyu, realizing that he wasn’t going to continue until you spoke. You swallowed your pride thickly and began stumbling over your words desperately trying to say something that would make him touch you.

“Want you,” you mumbled. “I never thought you would want me, but I wanted you so bad. Can’t even imagine having you inside of me, stretching me out, leaving bruises all over my hips letting-“

Before you could finish, Mingyu had grabbed a fistful of your panties and he had torn them off of your body. You squeaked.

“Gyu- You can’t keep tearing my clothes off!” You blurted. “They cost money.”

“That’s what you’re thinking about?” Mingyu asked with a low chuckle. He began to tease your soaked entrance with two of his fingers.

“I can just buy you new underwear if it means that much to you,” he stated. You actually had it in you to roll your eyes. He noticed that and squinted up at you. “You rolling your eyes baby girl? Do I need to remind you who is in control here?”

He slipped a finger inside of you, startling a moan from your lips. He began to pump it in and out of you, returning back to the action of leaving little marks all over your body. You wriggled beneath him.

“Isn’t that a bit-” You interrupted yourself with a moan. “B-bit much?”

“Want everyone to know you’re mine,” he mumbled. “Want you to remember this for weeks.”

He pressed a second finger into your core and began scissoring his fingers in and out of you. You bucked your hips against his hand, and reached out blindly with your own hands. Your fingers buried into his hair, tangling themselves in his long strands.

“Mi-mingyu,” you mewled. It made Mingyu laugh again.

“And suddenly her snarky mouth is saying the only things it should be,” he mumbled. He slipped his fingers suddenly from your pussy making you whine despite yourself. He buried his clean hand in your hair and pulled you up by the roots, pressing you down on the floor to your knees.

“Let’s see what else that mouth can do.”

He pulled your hair back so that your eyes were forced up at his.

“Be a good girl. Hands behind your back, mouth open, eyes on mine, understand?”

You nodded once, clasping your hands behind your back obediently. Normally you wouldn’t want to necessarily just listen to him this well. It could be fun to be bad every once in a while, but right now? You thought it might be a little bit more rewarding to be good.

You simply opened your mouth, keeping your eyes on Mingyu’s as he began to unbuckle his pants. You couldn’t help how excited you got at just the sound of it. You watched anxiously as he slid the belt from his pants and dropped it to the floor with a clang.

He unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to the floor and all you wanted to do was reach out and wrap your hands around his thighs but you remembered his instructions. You bit your lip briefly and tightened your grasp on your hand to keep yourself still. Mingyu seemed to notice that and chuckled softly but didn’t comment on it. Instead, he slid his boxers out of the way, revealing what you had been hoping to see for quite some time now.

You silently opened your mouth further, pleasantly surprised to find that Mingyu was not lacking anything in any aspect of the term.

“You like what you see?” Mingyu teased lightly, raising an eyebrow. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“There isn’t much to look at,” you mumbled. He laughed again and tapped the tip of his cock against your lips. He already had some precum leaking from his tip from the few pumps he had done upon pulling his cock from his pants so you could taste the salty liquid on the tip of your tongue.

You swallowed hard.

“Yeah I can tell you aren’t very impressed,” he mumbled. He pulled at your hair a little, tilting your head back more so that he had a better angle to slid himself into your mouth and he didn’t stop until he was balls deep in your mouth.

You swallowed around his thick member as you tried to accommodate for his girth but it only resulted in a slight gag on your part. You thought most guys would pull back, and to be honestly you half expected Mingyu to do so, but he kept a firm grip on your hair, keeping his cock buried deep down your throat.

“Get used to it baby girl, I plan on making this a habit of ours,” Mingyu mumbled. “Feel free to pinch my leg if you need to breathe but warning, it might be the last chance you have to catch your breath all night.”

He waited until you had gotten a bit more used to him in your mouth, and seemed to have conquered breathing through your nose before beginning to relentlessly throat-fuck you. He held you steady with his hand and pumped his hips back and forth.

You’d never been throat fucked before in your life, but something about having yourself completely at Mingyu’s mercy made your core burn. You ached to have him in you again. His fingers, his tongue, his cock… You squirmed in your spot, squeezing your thighs together and staring up at Mingyu pathetically.

“Does my baby girl want to touch herself?” He purred between thrusts. “Normally I would say no, but you’ve been so good. Why don’t you show me how badly you want my cock inside yourself huh?”

You shakily moved your hands from behind your back, sliding one of them between your thighs. Mingyu snickered and kicked your knees apart.

“Spread those legs baby, I want you to stretch yourself nice and wide for my cock.”

You pressed two fingers into your soaked, burning heat, almost embarrassed by how turned on you were just to have Mingyu’s cock in your mouth. You didn’t say anything though, you just began to scissor your fingers in and out of yourself, trying desperately to match the pleasure that you had felt having Mingyu’s large fingers inside of you.

You curled your fingers inside yourself and pressed a third finger into the mix, matching the pace of Mingyu’s thrusts with your own. You rocked your hips into your hand, whimpering silently as Mingyu’s thrusts became more sporadic and rapid. He was close.

You hollowed your cheeks around his cock, letting your moans vibrate against him as he snapped his hips. Just when you were starting to feel close, when you were just beginning to feel that coil of pleasure that meant that in only a little longer you would be able to cum, Mingyu pulled his cock from between your lips and with only two pumps of his hand over his length was spraying strings of cum over your chest and on your face.

You hesitantly raised your hand to your chest, swiping your finger in the liquid. You licked the salty substance off of your finger and looked at Mingyu with a sultry expression on your face as you sucked on your finger. He made a guttural noise in his throat as he watched you.

“Y/n,” he mumbled. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

He hoisted you back up onto one of the tables, pressing your back on the face of the table. You propped yourself up on your elbows as you watched Mingyu finally strip his shirt from his body. You took a moment to admire his beauty. You had always wondered what he would look like out from under that shirt, other then the mere glimpse you had gotten the other day with Wonwoo.

Now you were getting to see it right in front of you and all you wanted to do was reach forward and place your hand on his chest while you kissed his lips, absolutely devouring the man before you.

You wanted to do that, but before you could even try to move forward and touch him, the tip of his cock was at your entrance.

“Do you have a condom?”

You almost laughed out loud. He was asking you this now? When his cock was at your entrance and you were finally about to get what you wanted so badly, and he was wondering if you had a condom?

“I’m on the pill, it’ll be fine,” you insisted. You wiggled your hips, trying to push his cock further into you, but he noticed this and pinned your hips down with his hand.

“That’s not very safe baby girl,” he said, raising an eyebrow at you teasingly. You pouted.

“Screw safe.”

“I’d rather screw you,” he mumbled. At that he finally began to sink his cock into you, letting you feel every inch agonizingly slowly. You whined, your toes curling as you felt yourself getting stuffed with his cock. He finally got balls deep into your body, and he let out a low moan.

“Jesus you’re tight,” he mumbled. He bent his body over yours, burying his face back into your neck as he panted against you softly. You were thankful for the moment to breath, but feeling him so deep inside you was pretty distracting. All you wanted him to do was move.

You rocked your hips once, loving the feeling of his cock stretching you out. The pain mixed with the pleasure of him being buried in you with his lips on your neck was almost too intense.

“Baby girl, if you aren’t careful I’ll come before we’ve even started,” he mumbled against you. You whined again, which made Mingyu lift his face. He captured your lips with his, pressing his tongue past your lips after only a short moment.

“Well when you ask me so sweetly,” he mumbled against you. He slowly pulled his hips back until his cock was almost completely out of your body before sharply snapping his hips into your body. You yelped into his mouth.

“Fuck!” You blurted. “Mingyu, I-”

“You know you’ve got a bit of a potty mouth,” Mingyu chided. He pulled himself slowly out of your body a second time before sharply thrusting into you again his balls slapping against your pussy lips.

“Yeah, and what are you going to do about that?” You mumbled. Then for good measure, you added: “Fucker.”

He smirked against your lips and wrapped his arms around your body. He lifted you up, so high that you for a second feared he would drop you. You wrapped your legs around his body tightly in surprise and your hands gripped to his bareback desperately.

“I’ll just fuck those bad words right out of you,” he responded. He pressed your back against the wall again and began to thrust roughly up into your body. You were reduced to moans as you tried your best to focus on being good for Mingyu.

“Want you to beg for me,” he mumbled. He let his teeth nibble on your bottom lip as he fucked you relentlessly. You were afraid to hold onto him, much less beg for him. What he even expected you to beg for, you had no clue.

“Mingyu,” you managed to say between each thrust. “Min-Mingyu please.”

He chuckled.

“Don’t be afraid to be a little rough on me,” he mumbled.

“I’m not afraid,” you snapped back. He pulled his cock out of you entirely and then practically dropped you back on his cock. You screamed in surprise as pleasure ran through your body like a wave of electricity.

“Don’t talk back,” he mumbled. “When you walk into this store as a customer you are able to talk to me however you want but-“

He pulled you off of his cock again so that he could carry you across the store over to the front counter. He set you down on the ground.

“Bend over the counter.”

“Over the front counter?” You squeaked. He narrowed his eyes at you.

“Did I stutter?” He murmured. You didn’t question him again. You bent your body over the counter for him, expecting him to quickly push himself into you. But he didn’t. You looked back at him over your shoulder, wiggling your body in anticipation.

“Gyu,” you mumbled. “Come on, please.”

“You just look so good,” Mingyu mumbled. “I can’t help but stare at you. You’re too pretty with your gaping wet pussy, just waiting for me to come over there and-“

You watched as he lowered to his knees, his mouth pressing against your core. You reached forward, your fingers curling around the edge of the counter as you struggled to grip onto something.

“You taste amazing,” he mumbled against you, his lips sending vibrations through your body.

“Dammit Mingyu, please just fuck me already. I want to cum- I want you to make me cum,” you blurted out. “I want your cock in me, I want you to use me until-”

You didn’t even have time to finish. His hand landed sharply on your ass before his cock was shoved back into you, immediately hitting the spot inside of you that made your toes curl.

“Told you, I’m going to fuck that bad language out of you,” he mumbled.

His hips thrusted in and out of your body so rapidly you could hardly remember how to breathe. He pressed your head down against the counter as he rode your body, and after only a moment of that, he pulled you up by the hair. He hooked his arm in yours to hold you up and turned your face towards him so that he could kiss your lips.

He reached around your body and began to sloppily play with your clit. You panted against his lips, unable to figure out what else to do with yourself.

“Oh baby girl, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t even imagine anyone else fucking you,” he mumbled. “I want you to be unable to see anybody else fucking you after we are done. You should think about me and only me from now on whenever you want to cum. Want you to touch yourself and think of me and nothing else.”

You just moaned against his lips, hoping that would be good enough for him as a response, but it didn’t seem to be. Even as you were rapidly approaching your orgasm he wanted you to be vocal with him.

“I-I-“ You tried to vocalize something, but you couldn’t find any words.

“Oh, is my baby girl going to cum?” Mingyu asked, the teasing tone of his voice being impossible to ignore. You shook your head, but your panting was practically impossible to ignore. “How about you ask nicely then? Don’t you want me to cum for you too?”

You wrinkled your nose. On one hand, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of cumming for him, on the other hand, you weren’t sure that you could stop yourself from having an orgasm. His fingers were clumsy over your clit, but still precise, and somehow still managed to send jolt after jolt of pleasure through your body to the point that you caught yourself grinding into him under his touch, just driving his cock deeper into your body.

His fingers were still knotted into your hair, pulling the strands so that his lips could trail sloppy kiss over whatever surface of you he decided was most convenient.

He settled on the skin right above your collarbone as he shoved his cock deep inside of you- long, hard, and fast thrusts that made your legs shake.

You were so close, each time his hips slammed into your body you came closer and closer to your orgasm.

“If you don’t answer soon, I’ll just have to stop, I can get off myself you know,” he whispered against your collar bone. You whimpered but didn’t want to test if he was serious or not.

“Please, Mingyu,” you begged breathlessly. “Let me cum, I’ll admit it okay? I’m all yours dammit just fuck me please just let me cum. I want to cum so badly, I’ve never felt this good in my life, Mingyu please-“

You continued like that, just incoherently begging Mingyu to have pity on you and to let you cum.

“I don’t know,” he drew out teasingly. “I could always just use your body for my own enjoyment. Fill you to the brim with my cum and leave you unsatisified until the next time I decide I want to take you.”

The thought itself sent another coil of pleasure through your body and you turned your head the best you could to face Mingyu- trying to hide just how much the concept itself brought you closer to cumming, but you could tell he knew anyways by the smirk that crossed his lips.

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t do that to you the first time I had you under my control,” he murmured against you. “Maybe next time.”

Before you could snap back at all. Before you could say that he better not even think about it his fingers pressed down hard on your body, his hip movements started to become more desperate.

“Cum,” he blurted. You didn’t have to be told twice. You came hard, feeling wave after wave of pleasure come over you as you did so. That pleasure only increased when Mingyu began to cum into you, his hips pushing his semen deep into your body. Each thrust came slower and slower until eventually, he stopped moving. He seated himself deep inside of you and panted against your body heavily.

You whimpered by how sensitive you felt having his cum and himself buried so deeply in you. He seemed to like that sound because he hummed against your back, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You okay?” He mumbled softly.

You almost laughed at the question.

You had just had the best orgasm of your life and he was really asking you if you were okay? You were probably ruined for all other men ever, but you weren’t about to tell him that. You just nodded.

“Yeah,” you mumbled.

He smiled and kissed the corner of your mouth lightly.

“Sorry to fuck you before taking you out to dinner or anything,” he mumbled. His hands splayed themselves over your stomach somewhat possessively. “I just wanted to make sure you knew where you stood with me.”

“And where’s that?” You asked coyishly. His teeth nipped at your ear lobe briefly, just enough to make you shiver.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his voice deep. Then less aggressively he added: “If that’s okay with you.”

“Yeah, that sounds good for now,” you mumbled back. Your eyelids were falling heavy as the exhaustion of the day finally began to catch up to you. All you wanted to do was curl up into Mingyu’s chest and take a nap.

“Hey-“ Mingyu poked you lightly in the side. “Don’t fall asleep here, I don’t know where to take you.”

You pouted when he poked you.

“Just take me to your place, and feed me breakfast tomorrow. We’ll pretend we did it right,” you mumbled into him. “I’m going to sleep now.”

If Mingyu protested anymore, you didn’t hear it. You dozed off in his arms only a moment later and when you woke up it was in a warm, unfamiliar bed, to the smell of eggs drifting in from another room.

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MONTHLY RANGE : Eight & Charley

Storm Warning - 3.5/5 : the plot is not the best thing I've ever seen but it's still a good introduction story for Eight on audio and to be fair it just made me want to drop everything and hop after him. I like Charley's background but I really just can't stand her. I don't hate her, she's interesting and I totally understand that people love her but I've never really warmed up to her. I also have a problem with the "classic" format : 4 episodes of 20-30 minutes which, sure, allows the writers to give the story and the characters more development, but which I find particularly long. I just find it very hard to focus for two hours, unless the story is very compelling

Sword of Orion - 3/5 : (god this is loooong) The atmosphere was interesting, so was Deeva (although I thought her being an android was quite obvious but wtv). The other side characters were all quite boring though and I couldn't bring myself to care about them. The android/human war was also an interesting point, it's a shame it didn't get developed more than that

The Stones of Venice - 1.5/5 : Oh my God do I hate this. Two hours which felt more like six hours of whining and complaining and "Estella, my beloved, forgive me here" and in the end, I'm not even sure whether I want to kill the Duke or myself. Just... zero empathy for this guy and Estella. Pietro was a bit more interesting although fish gondoliers who have evolved to survive the sinking of the city? Really? No. (Not just because evolution doesn't happen over a hundred years. Try a million.) Churchwell was equally annoying (I mean, as a librarian, I'm all for art preservation but have some decency here man) and the cult, well I've got no opinion whatsoever on them, that's how useless they are in all of this. The only thing that kinda made this thing worthwhile was this bit of conversation between the Doctor, Charley and that gondolier guy about the Duke waiting a hundred years for Estella and how Charley points out how long it is waiting for someone to return and how Eight DID wait a hundred years before seeing Fitz again and I'm not okay about this (and this was released shortly after Escape Velocity was published so I'm definitely gonna take this as a Fitz reference fight me on this)

Minuet in Hell - 3/5 : The Doctor being imprisoned and amnesiac for 3/4 of the episode was very looong. I liked the interactions with Gideon Crane but since the viewer already knows which one is the real Doctor, I really didn't see the point of making this last for so long. Also it robbed us of more Eight/Brig time and that's a shame. And those American accents are just horrible, I couldn't understand most of what Dale and the Senator were saying. The vilains and the Psi (psy?) machine were kinda interesting (although they also sounded pretty annoying) but in two hours and a half, they really could have been developed a bit more. Same goes for Becky Lee and her supernatural hunter gig that was way underused. The Brigadier is a huge asset, let's be honest. And the EDAs are canon in the BF universe, so that's that. (yes there was a Fitz reference in The Stones of Venice, I will not shut up)

Invaders from Mars - 2/5 : I love the idea behind this episode : the panic caused by Orson Welles' reading of the War of the Worlds, a false invasion in fact hiding a real invasion. It could have been great. But it's not. First, those accents and voices, again NO. For a medium that relies only on sounds, it's really a big issue here (I mean how are you supposed to take the alien invaders seriously with those voices???). Mark Gatiss loves the Ice Warriors and we've seen with the Empress of Mars that he can write decent episodes with them so why didn't he use them here? It could have been so creepy (which, for a Halloween episode, would have been neat). Instead he gives us a cheap version of invaders, a nazi guy, Russians and an atomic bomb, and mobsters. And it's too much, it's too confusing, it's too many characters. It's a mess. The Doctor is adorable playing private detective but then he accidentally reveals his plan to the bad guys (I mean...) and the aliens are killed by the Russian guy everybody thought to be dead and his atomic bomb : no, that's bullshit. Also, bury your gays : totally gratuitous and unnecessary (what was even the point?). Yeah, huge disappointment.

The Chimes of Midnight - 6/5 : cHriStmAs wOuLdN't bE cHriStmAs wiThOuT oNe oF mY pLuM puDdiNgS (tfbgvfgtv) Finally something GOOD. Eight is at his best sassfull self, the different parts are well articulated, it's funny and creepy at the same time and the paradox surrounding Charley is well exploited. Robert Shearman even succeeded in making me care about Charley. Edith is touching, even the other characters are, and that ending is really nicely done and coherent. I also really like how Eight is depicted here, especially in his relationship to Charley (and his companions in general). He really cares about her and yet he doesn't tell her the truth, he's been lying to her ever since Storm Warning because he selfishly hopes that if he doesn't speak about it, it's all gonna go away, just like he will do later with Lucie and her auntie Pat and that's Eight in all his glory : he loves his companions but he's got this kind of superiority complex that makes him think he knows better than them and which makes him treat them like shit more often than not (and ok, Charley gets a lot of crap from him). They are all aware of that, as we are, and yet they still love him and we still love him and I don't even know why.

Seasons of Fear - 3.5/5 : The format was interesting, the change of scenery for each episode really helped to not lose interest in the story. I also liked Grayle, he's an interesting villain but the immortality thing could have been handled a bit better in my opinion, especially the losing your loved ones part. I actually liked Charley there and her varied suggestions to get rid of Grayle. The mystery around her thickens and I did not remember that ending! The Nimons were a bit unexpected but ok I guess. But I found the conclusion very disappointing, too easy.

Embrace the Darkness - 4/5 : I love the atmosphere of this one, especially the beginning : the "something touches you in the dark and you realise it's not your friend" trope is classic but the audio only aspect of the thing gives it something more (especially of you listen to it in the dark). Like the previous one, I liked the pace (it didn't feel like this thing would never end which is something worth mentioning). The fact that there aren't too many characters also helps a lot. And I can't help myself to compare it with Sword of Orion : the settings are similar, it's a huis-clos, and they're both written by Nick Briggs. I find Embrace the Darkness much better, the characters are actually likeable (and they all don't die at the end, quite the opposite) and interesting. The Cimmerians were also nicely done and I really liked how different senses are brought into focus here, how the viewer is brought closer to the characters because they can't see. Hearing becomes central then but taste and touch are also prominent (I especially liked the way the Cimmerians share their history with the Doctor and Charley). The Doctor is well-written (I love his "conversations" with Rosum) and this tendency to self pity himself every time he makes a mistake is very Eight (Orbis).

The Time of the Daleks - 2.5/5 : The first part was good. And then it got so confusing, I actually lost the plot several times because my mind kept drifting away. There are way too many comings and goings through those portals, too many side characters that weren't interesting in the least. Learman's motivations as a villain are ridiculous (she wants to kill Shakespeare to be the only one who remembers him because everyone else is too stupid to understand his works... yeah, right).

Neverland - 4.5/5 : Zagreus sits inside your head, Zagreus lives among the dead, Zagreus sees you in your bed and eats you when you're sleeping (sorry I had to put it). So … yeah, that was breath-taking. That was an amazing conclusion for Charley's arc, the neverpeople are pretty cool and Romana and Rassillon are a nice little treat. The plot is coherent and the two hours and a half passed very quickly which is always worth mentioning. About Eight and Charley, now. As I said, I'm not a fan of Charley : I find her too perfect (and I just can't stand how she speaks, I know it's kinda shallow but when her voice is the only thing you get out of her, that becomes kind of a big deal) and I really don't ship her with Eight (although I recognise that they might be romantically involved, a lot like Ten and Rose, I simply choose to not see it). That being said, I liked how she stood up to the Doctor at the beginning, how she called him out on his bullshit ("Happy Birthday, Charley! Happy Birthday, he says. Only it isn't my birthday. It isn't my birthday because I'm not supposed to have any more birthdays") and used the TARDIS against him. I also liked her comparison with Peter Pan because, yeah, that's the Doctor, she gets it. I understand why she asked him to shoot her at the end but I don't think she was fair asking him to do it because she knows, everybody knows, that he won't do it. He won't do it for someone he despises, so Charley? Nope. And yeah, her dying was the obvious solution, I get that, but that's the epitome of everything I don't like about her. Charley Pollard, always making the right decision even if it means sacrificing herself, Charley Pollard always nice and caring and clever and adventurous, and in a way she reminds me of Rose (although Rose was a jerk to Mickey) and I hate Rose. As for the Doctor... Finally he gets the consequences of his actions and yet you can't help but feel sorry for him. Because like Charley said he’s sweet and he truly thinks what he’s doing is good. And that cliff-hanger! I AM BECOME ZAGREUS! YES BABY. In conclusion, it’s a great episode, regardless of my feelings towards Charley

Zagreus - 4/5 : Let's be honest, the first time I listened to it, I hated it with all my guts (and I also fell asleep at some point in the middle), so I wasn't really looking forward to giving it another chance. But I'm glad I did. This time I really took the time to listen to it properly and knowing roughly where this was going, I loved it? I mean ok, this thing is more than three hours (not gonna lie, this was really difficult for me) and it's completely bonkers and WTF but there IS a certain coherence to the thing that I hadn't picked on the first time I listened to it. So, let's start with the obvious : Zagreus/the Doctor/Paul McGann giving us the performance of his life. He's GREAT and if I didn't already love him I would certainly after this. He's creepy and disturbing as Zagreus (he slapped Charley!!) and his voice when he's the Doctor, when he begs Charley to kill him ... yeah, I was dying inside there. By the way, I liked the parallel with Neverland and Charley begging the Doctor to kill her, except that she actually does it. The Brigadier/TARDIS was equally brilliant. I got a lot of the Doctor's Wife vibes here - except that the TARDIS is evil and HATES the companions, and her conversation with the Doctor, her fit of jealousy was brilliantly done. I also loved the bits with Five, Six and Seven (except it's not really them but it actually is) and they were hilarious when they're working together towards the end (Tweedledee, Tweedledum and Tweedle-ego). It was a nice hommage to Alice in Wonderland, coherent until the end (and let's be honest the bit with Schrodinger's cat only it's the Doctor who is in the box? Brilliant. Again.) And as an anniversary episode, it worked for me. I probably didn't get all the references but I picked up a few of them and it was nice to include the BF cast, even if it wasn't in their usual roles.

Overall opinion : This is not as bad as I remembered. I postponed relistening to these for a long time because I remembered it way worse than it actually is (in my defence, I listened to those episode some 8 years ago when my English wasn't so fluent). I still don't like the classic format because most of the episodes feel reaaaaally long and I'm not a fan of Charley. I did like her arc though, it was interesting to explore the fixed in time events and the consequences of the Doctor kicking the laws of time in the nuts, way before Ten. The resolution of this arc was also brilliant in my opinion with the anti-time and the Time Lords/Rassillon mythology. The quality is fluctuant : the Stones of Venice, Invaders from Mars and the Time of the Daleks being the bottom of the barrel while the Chimes of Midnight, Embrace the Darkness and Neverland/Zagreus are amazing. And Eight changes so much through his life : he's so hopeful and sweet and utterly optimistic, a drastic difference from the Time War series (which I just finished before listening to this) where, although his core qualities are still there, deep down, he's lost so much and been through so much crap from everyone. I don't know if any other Doctor went through that much (War Doctor excluded) tbh. His relationship to his companions is also quite unique I think, maybe I'll write something about that one day. Now for the Divergent Universe arc, which I don't remember fondly either. Let's see if I change my mind as well.

#doctor who #eight #eighth doctor #charley pollard #big finish #storm warning #sword of orion #the stones of venice #minuet in hell #invaders from mars #the chimes of midnight #seasons of fear #embrace the darkness #the time of the daleks #neverland #zagreus

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poptod · 4 years

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induratize (Kenny Al-Bahir x Reader)

Description: Induratize (v.) - to amek one's own heart hardened or resistant to someone's please or advances, or to the idea of love

Notes: I dislike this immensely and I feel embarrassed posting it but I mean... we’re lacking in Kenny fics and every bit counts lmao. Implied male reader. Word Count: 1.5k

In your world, there are certain things you don't understand but have to accept. There are things like that in every person's life, but you're a little too caught up in your own, centered around the school you go to and the home you can't bear. Not that there's any specific reason you dislike your home or your parents – just general teenage angst. It's handy to blame your problems on hormones, but there are adults like you too; adults who refuse to love, who can't open their hearts, who grow sick at the thought of loving others. You know it's unhealthy. You know something has to change, because it isn't like you've never felt love before – only that you've decided no one is truly worth the time and heartbreak.

A closeted, homosexual high schooler in 2005 – what a wonderful thing to be, what a wonderful reason to hate yourself. What a wonderful reason to distance yourself from your classmates, what a wonderful excuse to ignore your teachers. But you know the difference between solitude and being anti-social, a line you cross very easily, though you manage to stay on top of your grades and such.

You've got your life figured out, or at least the life you will have to live for the next couple of years. Stay quiet, stay under the radar, don't make friends, don't spill secrets, listen intently, and most of all stay safe. There's only one problem with all of this:

There is an insanely attractive person trying to get your attention.

Not just any attention, either – romantic attention, and you can tell by his quickened heartbeat when you accidentally touch upon his pulse point, his dilated eyes, his mouth parted ever so slightly in awe of you. You're nothing special, you know that, but you're not willing to debate why this boy likes you. The only thing you're willing to do is try and get rid of him.

During lunch times you try to find the oddest, most secluded spot you can so no one can find you. Usually it works well, and every now and then you go off to find a new spot – this time it's inside one of the trees on campus, far off on the other side of the school's massive lawn for football and soccer practice. Sitting underneath it would've been too conspicuous, so you climbed high into it's branches, and began quietly eating.

Nearer to the school building itself, kids swarm around in all different heights and colors, like a massive swath of bees that don't quite belong to the beehive but can't survive anywhere else. It's a stupid analogy you think, but not entirely incorrect. However there's one distant form that grows steadily larger and clearer, and as a sinking feeling develops in your chest, you realize that maybe sitting in a tree isn't as inconspicuous as you originally thought. It's that boy who keeps trying to talk to you, and his hair looks recently cut. He looks a lot better than he did before.

"Hey," he says, a simple start to what you know is going to be a grueling conversation, at least for you. His voice wavers when you meet his eye, something you're sure is an anxious habit.

You don't respond.

"What are you, um, doing up there?"

"Eating," you reply in a muffled voice, talking around a purposefully large bite of sandwich.

"Can I join you?" He asks, much more straightforward than you thought him capable of. In the one class you have with him, he's rather squirrelly, but you admire the courage he's plucked up. So instead of saying no you say nothing, and wait for him to draw his own conclusions.

It takes him a little while, but he manages to get to where you sit, the thick tree branches easily supporting his weight next to you. As he gets comfortable you note his heavy breathing, and watch with careful eyes as he takes off his coat. He has muscles. How did you never notice that before?

He takes a deep sigh and closes his eyes, tilting his head up to the sky. It's then you notice the discoloration along his jawline, a clear bruise against his tawny oak skin, and a cut across his cheekbone. Curiosity overcomes you, and for the first time in a good long while you say the first sentence.

"What happened to you?"

Impersonal enough, you think – it isn't like you asked him if he's alright, though it is sort of implied... when he turns to you with surprise, you can feel regret bubbling in your stomach.

"I, um, got into a fight," he says quietly, scratching sheepishly at the back of his neck. You raise a single eyebrow. He's not the type to get into fights. "Alright, fine," he says. "I.. got beat up, just a little bit. You should see the other guy."

What a cheesy joke, you think, but he smiles gingerly and every thought in your head blips out of existence.

"Oh, my name's Kenny," he says suddenly, holding his hand out for you to shake. He's overly polite, but you know your manners as well, and you take his hand to greet.

"I thought so," you say in reply, recalling the few times his name was hinted at you. "I'm (Y/N)."

"You're in my science class, right?"

"AP Biology, second period, Mrs. Holsten," you say.

"Right. She assigns a lot of homework," he comments thoughtlessly, something you know is a desperate attempt to fill any silence that could appear.

"Sometimes," you agree.

"I just.. it takes me forever, 'cause I usually have to help Larry finish his as well. He's in that class too."

"Who's Larry?" You ask slowly, wanting nothing more than to crawl up into a ball and roll away. This is far too close to 'getting to know someone' than you're comfortable with.

"Oh, sorry, he – he's one of my friends," he says as though he has other friends.

You hum in response, directing your attention back at your lunch. Kenny, however, feels very differently, and makes several more attempts to keep conversation going. For the most part you don't pay attention, catching only snippets of the subjects he's talking about – even though you despise talking with people, you can't deny he has a very nice voice, and you (unfortunately) enjoy listening to him.

"– yeah, but no matter if the rumors are true or not, they're still bad to spread around, you know? Like, there's rumors about me, and –"

"What rumors?" You interrupt him, turning to face him.

"Oh, um... some people think I'm gay," he laughs, and it's a horrible fake laugh, "which of course isn't true."

You're so tempted, so, so tempted to say point blank that you're gay, to ask what's wrong with being gay, but you don't. Thank God.

"Interesting," is what you settle on, staring at him and nodding like you're spacing out which, to be fair, isn't entirely untrue.

Kenny seems kind enough – he's practically spilled his entire life story over the course of the fifteen minutes you've been together, and you have little reason to distrust him. That being said, your distrust of humanity is still rooted deep inside you, and you doubt a single man could demolish that. But looking at him, watching the way he bites subconsciously at his lips, the way his eyelids flutter open and closed and the long lashes that line his grey eyes – you want to toy with this boy. It's probably just your gay thoughts irritating you again, but God he looks like a good target, and he's just so damn pretty.

So you give in.

"Has anyone told you yet that you're pretty?" You ask, pretending it's a normal and casual thing to ask. As expected, Kenny flusters and stammers, falling over his words as he tries to string together a coherent sentence.

"I, uh – I'm not, I uh.. I don't think I – not.. um, there's not – I mean –"

You decide to spare him from further embarrassment, which he greatly appreciates (even if he doesn't say anything).

"I'm assuming that's a no, then," you say, to which he quickly agrees with a nod of his head. "That's a shame. I hope that changes."

Your saving grace – the bell rings from across the large field, and tucking away your containers into your too-large pockets, you hop easily down the tree, followed by a much more nervous Kenny. Reaching your hands up to him, you help him down the last branch, landing him safely on his feet.

"There you are," you mutter as he brushes himself off. "Any scratches?"

"I, um, don't think so," he says quietly, his breath halting when you brush a hand down his chest, ridding his shirt of a couple of bits of bark.

"Get some ice on that cut and bruise," you say, patting his shoulder and turning to leave.

After a moment you can hear his footsteps chasing after you, and it isn't long at all till the two of you are walking together, on your way to your separate classes.

"A lot of people think you're rude," he says out of nowhere. You shrug.

"That's on them," you chuckle, and he easily agrees.

"I think you're kinda nice."

"... thanks."

It's the first time anyone your age has complimented you. Maybe talking to people isn't as horrible as you thought.

#kenny al bahir x reader #kenny al bahir #rami malek #war at home #rami malek character #male reader

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I would love to know more about “eros dissolving” and “a study of five” if you’d be so kind 🥰

oooh. okay, the shorter one first-- "a study of five” is a cute 5+1 fic I want to write, based early in Holmes and Watson’s friendship.

My draft summary: Watson, despairing that his fellow boarder is seemingly capable and efficient at all tasks, determines to compile a private list of rare things that Sherlock Holmes cannot, in fact, do without difficulty.

As for “eros dissolving” -- oh baby. <3 this is a soft, tender fic i’ve actually had in mind for a while and have a good amount of work done for (the entire outline and first chapter!) and tbh the subheader on my draft just reads “holmes and watson help some Victorian Lesbians”. essentially, i really want 1883 Holmes and Watson taking on a case for some lesbians, because I want gay solidarity, parallels, and as many tropes and headcanons as possible.

The very first chapter begins with Watson and Holmes waking up in bed for the first time, because Holmes decided to stay. An excerpt:

“I opened my eyes to the unfamiliar shifting of a body against mine. With mild but unmotivated surprise, I blinked awake to low morning sunlight. As my vision came into reluctant focus, I breathed in the familiar scent of tobacco and rosehip. Immediately, my body went lax, and I closed my eyes to listen as the soft, rhythmic exhales by my ear filled the well in my chest like no other calming spirit.

Peace curling below my skin, I took stock of the points where his body touched mine. His bare arm but brushed the side of my face, soft dark hairs tickling my cheekbone, and his left leg had entangled itself with my right, a jointed tree branch hooking around my knee below my bedsheets. The duvet stirred as his breathing lifted it in light, shifting centimeters, and in the silence of my room, he was all that I could sense. Without turning my head, I peered from the corner of my eye and felt a smile of purest affection slip across my face. Holmes was lying on his stomach, face buried in a pillow and his long nose pressed against the crook of his elbow. His dark hair was mussed across his brow, forming a fringed curtain over closed eyes. The half-profile of his face, slack with sleep and pink from the warmth of the bed, took hold of my attention with its unprecedented ease and openness.

A flush of color, like a tattoo of flower petals in the flesh, drew my eye to his bare shoulder. Heat simmered in my stomach at the memory of sucking and biting at the ivory skin there the previous evening. The sight of physical evidence of our intimacy, compounded by his soft breathing and the linking of his limbs with mine, filled me with a quiet joy the likes of which I had rarely experienced.

Now that he had slept in my bed and I knew what I was to wake beside him, I was not certain I could go without.

Suddenly, a knock at the doorframe had me jolting in shock, and across my body, I felt Holmes stiffen in sudden consciousness.

“Doctor Watson,” I heard, and my stomach clenched at the sound of Mrs. Hudson's voice from behind my bedroom door. I jerked my chin downwards to stare into urgent, piercing grey eyes, set in a face no longer softened by the cottony release of sleep. His hand had darted to his mouth, one long finger pressed against his lips, and feeling the warm haze of the morning flee my body in alarm, I cleared my throat.

“Yes, Mrs. Hudson?”

“Forgive me if I woke you, Doctor,” Mrs. Hudson said, her voice apologetic. I stared holes at the silver doorknob, hyperaware for any sign of its turning. “But Mr. Holmes is not answering my knocks this morning, and there is a young lady downstairs who is quite insistent upon speaking with at least one of you as soon as possible.”

“At this hour?”

“It is almost ten o’clock, Doctor,” Mrs. Hudson supplied, voice between bemusement and fondness, and disbelieving I twisted to my sidetable clock and gawked at the time. I looked back to Holmes where he lay by my arm, and saw he wore an almost identical expression of surprise.

“Ah,” I said, clearing my throat louder. “Then—perhaps—”

Holmes’s lips met my ear to whisper in a hiss. “Unless you believe it proper to speak with a client in a shirt that’s buttons have been torn from their seams, the client must remain downstairs.”

Blushing at the reminder of my exuberance from last night, I raised my voice. “If you could please offer her some tea, Mrs. Hudson, and occupy her long enough for myself to dress, I would be much obliged.”

“Very well, Doctor.”

“—And please,” I added, eyes drifting to my side. “Leave Holmes to me, Mrs. Hudson.”

He smirked, lip twitching in a curl of mischief.

“Happy to, Doctor.”

At the sound of her departing footsteps down the stairs, Holmes sat up promptly in bed.

“That, Watson, was nearly a—”

Holmes did not finish his declaration, for I found I could not refrain from dissolving into sudden, uncontrollable giggling. Watching him blink at me, overcome by the foolish aftermath of surprise and uncannily adolescent shame, I planted my face against Holmes’s bare side and snickered like a school boy.

“Oh—Holmes—my God, I haven’t had a morning bell like that since university.” Distantly, I felt Holmes’s rigid muscles beneath me loosen and tremble as his low, devilish chuckle sifted through the silence. Unceremoniously, Holmes dropped backwards onto the mattress, eyes glimmering with amusement.

“I should hope not,” he said, turning to face me as his hand moved beneath the sheets across my waist. “We’ve not been in university for some time, old man.” He shook his head wonderingly as I snorted. “I cannot believe I did not wake before now, in the least as she came up the stairs. I slept so heavily I did not even stir. You should come with your own warning label, my dear doctor.”

“Would you adhere to it, if I did?” I returned, pressing my lips to his collarbone with a certain smugness.

“Mm, perhaps not,” he hummed, and I bit back a yelp as he shifted and a pair of frozen toes pressed to the inside of my shin.

“Good Lord, your feet are ice,” I complained, huffing into the hollow of his neck.

“Poor circulation, I’m told,” said Holmes, deeply amused. He chuckled as I harrumphed at the feeling of cold toes insinuating themselves between my skin and the mattress for warmth. “You are remarkably warm, Watson, even for February.”

I sought his long hands, which were nearly as cold as his toes, and took them in mine, rubbing them gently and kissing their knuckles. “And you’re far too cold, for such a warm bed.”

“I see your morning laziness does not extend to morning intimacies,” he observed, and the fond note in his voice was unmistakable.

“This is its own form of laziness,” I explained languidly, pressing my lips to the pulse in his wrist, and with a huff of effort I twisted in bed and draped myself across his naked form like a blanket. Holmes grunted theatrically beneath my weight, coughing out a laugh, and I smiled like a fool as he sought to wriggle free.

“My dear Watson, I don’t know if you were paying attention, but we have a client.”

“I could hardly care less.” Holmes snorted almost despite himself, opening his mouth to retort, and I interrupted him, “And you care just as little for manners.” I turned my head, sighing contentedly against his pale abdomen. “I am happy where we are.”

“As charming as you are this morning, Watson, I fear that Mrs. Hudson will return soon to rouse you, and more thoroughly this time.”

I groaned in defeat, conceding the point. “Then you owe me a different morning in, at a later date,” I said petulantly.

Below me, Holmes stiffened, and I leaned up to see him lifting an eyebrow at me. “Our near exposure this morning poses no worry to you, I see.”

“We shall have to be more careful,” I admitted, slightly more solemn, and when his face flickered with self-recrimination, I continued, “But I’m afraid now that I know how it feels to wake beside you, I shall be much more willing to throw caution to the wind for the opportunity.”

Immediately, Holmes’s measuring expression dissolved with a softness that stirred hazy joy in my gut. “Your tenacity continues to astound,” he said. “More and more, I pity any devil who dares stand between you and your quarry.”

“I have been told I’m rather good at wearing a fellow down.”

“And out, I should say.”

He clucked as I scoffed and shoved at him, barking a laugh at the rare lewdness, and he eeled fully from beneath me to stand, completely naked and utterly captivating in the light of day. He stretched, muscles a fluid tableau of alabaster, and his bare feet whispered against the floorboards. I stared unabashedly as he shrugged into his trousers and retrieved his rumpled shirt from beside the bed, drinking in the arresting sight of his bare, lithe figure at a distance. He turned to see my leering and smirked, confident enough to my heart thump warmly in my chest.

“Do stop gawking and make yourself useful. Get dressed and maintain the coast is clear for me for the madcap shuffle to my own rooms.”

I laughed at the imagery and cast aside the sheets to rise. “Very well, Holmes, I shall preserve your reputation.”

“It is the very least you could do. It is partnered with yours, after all.”

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