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Harry X Reader: Smut

In which Harry loves your boobs and hates when you sleep.

Request? Yes:

Omg please write something about harry and his missus boobs I’m dying for it

Harry has been in a mood since the moment he woke up, hands roaming your body under the sheets, cupping the underneath of your breasts, lips sponging over the back of your neck. He woke you up with his feely touches, much to your annoyance.

“Harry, leave me alone,” you mumbled, rolling away from him. The two of you were out late last night and had a long day ahead of you. You needed all the shut eye you could get.

“Jus’ wan’ some cuddles, love,” he complained with a tired whine, fingers snaking over your hip in an effort to pull you back to him.

“No, you don’t. Let me sleep.” You had to shove his hands away twice more before he finally relented, climbing out of bed to get ready for the day. You were thankful for the peace, but no matter how hard you tried, there was no getting back to sleep.

Now, here you are, yawning through the doorway after a busy schedule of meetings and catch-ups, toeing off your shoes in the entryway. Your feet lead you to the couch where you collapse onto your back, eyes resting closed. A wave of relieved bliss washes over you until it’s broken once more.

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Be a Good Girl

Author: @onceratheart4life
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Rating: NSFW 18+
Warnings: Explicit Language, Dirty Talk, Teasing, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Very Slight Dom/Sub Themes, Bondage, Fingering, Oral (M>F), Unprotected Sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids).
Word Count: 3,829 words
Request: Stiles x reader where they’re studying and he finds her web history and discovers her kinks. He starts trying to distract her but she won’t move until he says ‘be a good girl for daddy’ leads to rough sex etc. Please tag me in it ☺️☺️ thanks xx
A/N: So this is my first smut and it’s hella smutty in my opinion. And because it is my first smut, it’s written in third person and may not be as good as other writers, but it’ll improve over time. And my Professor Dylan O'Brien AU is on hold, as is the other requests because I have to study for about six major exams coming up. And also, thank you @proudglader for the deliciously sinful request.

Studying with Stiles wasn’t always “studying.” He’d test (Y/N) by stripping her and kissing nearly every body part of hers, quizzing her and won’t let her come until answering almost all the questions correctly. It often lead to rough and passionate sex, which made up 50% of their sex life. The other percent was soft, slow and tender sex.

That’s what she loved about her boyfriend, that he could be both dominant and submissive, rough and gentle at the same time or one in different encounters. It was always different with them, they would try different things out. Handcuffs, blindfolding, and once spanking. Every time with Stiles was exciting for her, no matter what the mood was.

Tonight they were studying history alone at her house, her parents were gone for the week so they had the whole house to themselves. When he asked her if she wanted to study, she couldn’t tell if he meant "studying” or actual studying, but he had brought his books to her house about half-an-hour ago so she knew it was the latter option.

She was sitting on her bed surrounded by books when Stiles got up from his spot next to her, making her head turn to ask him, “What are you doing?” He shrugs, heading over to her desk where her laptop was. “I’m gonna search something up real quick.”

(Y/N) didn’t think anything of it afterward, but she was kind of nervous. Sure, she and Stiles had an amazing sex life, but she often read smut that involved her kinks. Kinks that he never knew of because she was scared he wouldn’t be into it and think she was a freak. After ten minutes of his fingers tapping away on the keyboard, it stopped abruptly. “(Y/N)?” He called out.

“Yeah, Stiles?” She asked, not looking up from the textbook despite her curiosity.

“What exactly does DD/LG stand for?”

Her head snapped up so fast she was afraid she’d hurt her neck but her embarrassment clouded the pain. “What?” She squeaked, her hands clammy and heart pounding against her ribs. He didn’t turn around, instead his fingers tapped away on the keyboard and her face paled when she saw the page he pulled up.

“Daddy dom and little girl?” He questioned, spinning around with a devious look on his face, eyebrow arched. His eyes were a shade darker than the whiskey brown (Y/N) loved which reminded her of Void. Void was obsessed with her because of Stiles’ feelings for her, which made him lust after her. But of course, no matter how hard it was, she never gave into it.

“You have a daddy kink?” Stiles asks, standing up and sauntered over to the (H/C) girl.

She looked down and avoided his burning gaze, eyes glued to the words on the page as the bed dipped next to her and his fingers ran down up her bare arm, igniting a spark in her gut. DD/LG was one of her kinks, but she also had a kink for his hands, or more specially, his fingers. When ever he wasn’t there, or late at night, she would fantasize about those long slender fingers touching her as she got off on it.

His fingers traced her collarbone and he brushed away her hair to place a kiss against her already heated skin, right below her ear, and she had to bite her bottom lip to keep herself from letting out a low and filthy moan. It got harder as he trailed feather-light kisses up her neck and across her jaw, lips soft and teasing. His hand landed on her thigh and trailed it up slowly, getting closer to the juncture of her thighs. She clenched them together to try to relieve the ache that formed in her core, already wet from his touch alone.

“Answer me, princess,” he ordered gruffly against her skin.

She shook her head, skin a light pink from the desire and embarrassment. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much power he had over her.

“Be a good girl for Daddy and answer me.”

Oh shit, she mentally cursed, finally letting out a soft moan. “Yes,” she bit out, flustered and awkward.

“Do you want to be a good girl for Daddy?” He asked, licking a stripe up her neck. She nodded shortly, eyes falling close as she gave herself up. “Then spread your thighs for me, princess.”

She did as told, spreading her legs a bit, still feeling shy. But it was all he needed, hand cupping her sex over her pajama shorts. When his thumb rubbed little circles over her covered bundle of nerves, a low moan left her lips, head falling and body curling into his. He wrapped his free arm around her waist, lifting her to sit sideways in his lap and urged her to lay her head in the crook of his neck. Her hands balled in the material of his black t-shirt, whimpering when he slipped his hand into her shorts and panties, fingertips coming into contact with her already swollen nub, softly caressing it with the pads of his fingers.

“Do you want to go slow or fast for tonight?” He whispered against her forehead.

Last time they had sex was a few days ago, after a lacrosse game and it was pretty rough so she still felt a little sore from that, so she answered, “Whatever you want-” She cut herself off with a strangled moan when he rubbed over her soaked entrance. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growled, gently slipping in his index finger, her lips parted and moans escaped them. “Is this all for me?”

“Y-yes,” she stuttered. “Always.”

He hummed, dipping in another finger and slowly pumped them in and out of her tight sheath, listening to her soft moans and whimpers. His fingers moved slowly, rubbing along her walls, finding her spot easily. His thumb moved over her clit in small circles, teasing her there but reaching all the right places inside her canal to trigger her climax.

“Please, don’t stop, Daddy,” she begged, using one hand to grip his toned forearm, quickly climbing to the edge. “I’m so close and I wanna cum for you.”

He bent his head down so his lips hovered over hers, her breathing labored as her moans grew in volume, his fingers moving more quickly as her walls began to flutter and clench around him, his cock hard and nearly painful. Her hips began to rock against his fingers, rubbing against the bulge in his pants, a strangled noise leaving his lips. He never knew the word “daddy” could be pleasurable for him, and it was quickly becoming one of his own kinks.

Finally, he twisted his wrist a little to press down hard on her clit, rubbing quick and tight circles over the flesh and she shattered, a cry leaving her lips that she muffled by pressing her face into his shoulder, thighs quaking as pleasure coursed through her. He gradually stopped moving his fingers, waiting until she stopped clenching around him, and gently removed them from her, her body shaking from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She watched as he brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and wrapped his lips around them, humming at her taste.

A moan slipped from her lips, still wanting him. “You’ve been such a good girl for me. Do you like being a good girl for daddy?” He asked in a husky voice and brushed his lips against hers. She nodded, curling into him more and pressed her lips to his fluttering pulse. “I like being good for you, daddy,” she answered in a whisper, her other hand slipping around his neck. He searched her (E/C) eyes before crashing his lips to hers, teeth clacking and his tongue dominating hers. It was messy, hot and passionate, a new flood of desire crashing over (Y/N)’s body. He moved their bodies so he was above her and between her legs, her body positioned a little bit above him so her head was on the pillow. 

He didn’t waste anytime to strip her, pulling her shirt over her head with her help and her shorts, revealing her soaked panties and bare breasts. He groaned at the sight, but kept his composure

“You’re scarves are in your closet, right?” He asked, more mischief in his eyes. She nodded and bit her tongue to contain a whine that threatened to leave her lips when he raised his body off of hers and crawled off the bed, heading towards her closet.

She was quickly lowering from the delicious high Stiles gave her moments ago, but she was still slick with arousal. Thoughts of what he was gonna do with the scarf ran through her mind, thinking about him gagging her, blindfolding or bondage, the thoughts only making her more wet and her core throb. She rubbed her thighs together to relieve some of the pressure, hips arching up slightly and she took the opportunity to remove her ruined panties, throwing them carelessly over the side of the bed. A cluck of disapproval made her still, eyes snapping to the foot of the bed where a shirtless Stiles was standing, a black scarf hanging from his palm and a look of disdain on his face.

“Ah ah,” he admonishes, grabbing her ankles and pulling her legs apart, squeezing her one ankle as a warning. “No touching yourself of any kind. It’s my job.” He pointed his index finger at her and winked, knowing how hot she found it when he winked.

She nods and smiles coyly, “Sorry, Daddy, it’s just uncomfortable.”

A feral grin spread across his face and he slid his hands up her legs, crawling back up her body until he slotted his hips against hers with her legs on either side of him. He grabbed her wrists and held them together in front of him, wrapping the soft material around her wrists and tied a knot that he could untie later, letting go and she dropped them. “Keep them up there,” he ordered, his voice low and rough. It caused another flood of heat to pass through (Y/N)’s loins, her clit throbbing.

It amazed her how worked up he could get her within a very short period of time, something he used to his advantage quite frequently. A little gasp leaves her lips as he pressed a short but hard kiss to her lips, placing a kiss on the corners of her mouth, her jaw and neck where he started to suck and lick.

His sinful tongue against her flesh had her eyes rolling to the back of her head, moans left her lips as he bit down where her shoulder met her neck, soothing the bite and continued to give her neck and collarbones attention. The spark within her turned into an inferno, heating her skin and core.

When his lips wrapped around one of her hard nipples, biting down gently on the hard nub, a whimper left her lips. He used his other hand to cup her other breast, thumb and index finger tweaking the nipple until it was erect and taut.

“Please, Daddy,” she mewled.

“Please, what?” He taunted, sliding his lips to her other nipple and licking over it, sucking a purple mark to the underside of her right breast.

“Please do something,” she breathed out, eyes closed and lips parted as moans slipped from them.

He hummed, kissing down her stomach slowly to her hips, kissing the crevice where it meets her thighs, purposely teasing her. She bucked her hips ups and he held her down, spreading her thighs a tad bit more to kiss from her knee and up the inside of her thigh and he sucked tiny marks into her skin. He was deliberately teasing her, working her up and under certain circumstances, (Y/N) would enjoy it, but the throbbing between her thighs was too intense to enjoy the teasing.

“Daddy,” she moaned, hoping he’d take mercy on her.

And he did, a very loud moan leaving her as his tongue came into contact with her core, licking a stripe through her folds and wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking harshly. “Mmm,” he hummed against her, the vibrations traveling through her and made her thighs twitch at the sides of his head. “You always taste so good, baby girl.”

As he continued his onslaught of using his tongue to stimulate her bundle of nerves, she wanted nothing more than to thread her fingers in his silky brown hair, but she knew she couldn’t. So she settled for holding onto a pillow, her eyes falling shut and her back arching up, as well as her hips. His hand clamped down onto her hip, stilling them to continue feasting upon her.

“Oh, fuck!” She cursed as she felt his index finger circle her entrance, the digit quickly being coated in her juices that accumulated from his tongue against her.

“Not yet, princess,” Stiles smirks against her, slowly sliding in the digit, a second one following quickly, his tongue never stopping its assault on her clit as he fingered her for the second time that night.

Her walls fluttered and clenched around his long fingers, hitting all the right places like before, but this time he scissored his two fingers gently inside her, stretching her walls deliciously. “Ooh,” she let out, her back arching and deep moans came from her throat, skin flushed pink from the blood rushing through her veins and the stimulation. “Oh, my God! Please!”

“What do you want, baby?”

She opened her eyes and looked down, meeting his eyes from where he was between her thighs, the sight sinful, and she said in a slightly trembling voice, “I want you to fuck me after this.”

He grinned and wasted no time, curling his fingers and stroked her sensitive walls, sucking harshly on her clit and she broke, a strangled cry leaving her throat as her hips started to jerk. As soon as her hips stopped moving, he removed his fingers from her, and she felt empty as he did but didn’t make a single sound of disdain as he left her body and the bed. 

The sound of him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants traveled to her ears and she watched as he discarded his shoes, socks and then his pants. Her (E/N) eyes darting around his tall frame, his muscles toned but not as much as most guys but (Y/N) loved it, pale skin dotted with moles and freckles, the small patch of dark hair in the middle of his chest and the happy trail leading down to his erect cock that stood proudly. The slightly red tip was glistening with precum.

A moan left her lips at the sight, her hips grinding down into the mattress to try to get some relief but found none. He returned to her body, moving between her legs so his hips were against hers and his hands on either side of her head, his cock between her folds, and he moved his hips to glide it through her folds, lubricating himself in her copious amounts of arousal. A whine of frustration left her lips, squirming. “Stop… Teasing,” she huffed out, the intense sensation between her thighs almost painful.

He smirked and with no warning, he slammed into (Y/N) to the hilt, her head falling forwards with a whimpering cry leaving her lips and her eyes rolling to the back of her head. “Daddy!” She gasped, moving her arms to loop it over his head to pull him closer to her, hearing no objection from the teen above her as he fell to his elbows, his bare chest grazing hers. His hips stilled, buried deep within her and letting her adjust to his generous size.

She didn’t say anything to let him know she was ready, instead lifting her legs so her knees framed his hips. He pulled out and slammed back in, setting a quick and hard pace, the only sounds in the room being her moans and whimpers, his grunts and growls, and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

His thrusts were powerful and quick, and he looked down to her face, eyes closed and expression contoured in pleasure with her lips shaped in a “o” and skin shinning with perspiration, eyes falling down to her bouncing breasts. He bent his head down to capture one of her erect nipples, laving the bud with his tongue and lightly bit down, her squeal of pleasure music to his ears. With her having an orgasm just a few moments ago, he knew she was undoubtedly close to her climax with the way her tight walls were clenching around him, amplifying his own pleasure, he snaked his between their sweaty bodies and found her swollen clit, quickly rubbing it.

“Daddy!” (Y/N) screamed, the knot of pleasure in her stomach bursting, intense pleasure crashing over her as she orgasm for the third time that night. “Oh, fuck, Daddy!”

A load groan leaves his lips as her walls clamped down on his pulsing member, triggering her own orgasm and he came with a grunt, his essence coating her inner walls. He continued to move his hips, slow to prolong their climaxes for as long as possible.

Soon, he stopped, panting and her body was shaking beneath his. They buried their heads in the other’s necks, holding each other close, the sweat cooling on their skin and he softened slightly in her. But at the slightest movement from her got his shaft to stiffen, the recovery rate pretty impressive. When it came to sex with (Y/N) he could go for hours, slowly increasing his stamina over time and it made it a lot more enjoyable for them.

“I’m not done with you yet, baby girl,” he panted in his ear, moving to wrap his arms around her back as it was arched, rearing backwards so he sat back on his haunches with her perched in his lap, still within her and her arms around his neck and legs around his waist. She couldn’t respond, chest heaving for air and hair messy, but she didn’t object, her need for him not yet sated. “You got enough energy?”

(Y/N) nodded, sucking in a deep breath and start to slowly rock her hips against his. Her hips were most likely going to be bruised by the morning, and sore for a few days, but sex with Stiles was too good to stop in that moment. “Always,” she said in a low voice, kissing Stiles’ jaw as his hands found her hips and helped her move her hips, steadily gaining speed and the knots within their abdomens as she started to bounce in his lap, skin slapping against skin once more. 

The muscles in her thighs tightened, walls involuntarily clenching around Stiles’ cock, eliciting a loud moan from his plump lips, “God, do that again, baby.” She did it again, a little bit more strong than the last that got a rough growl from her lover, “Good girl,” he praised. “Such a good girl for Daddy.”

Pleasure surged through her at the praise, and he felt it from her reaction around him. “You like being praised, don’t you?” He asked in her ear, voice purposely low and rough as their hips continued to thrust against each other. “Oh you do.” He stilled her hips with his hands, making (Y/N) whine in complaint, but he pulled his head away and moved his hands to hold her flushed cheeks, taking in every detail of her face. Lips swollen and parted as pants left her, eyes half-lidded, hair sticking to her temples from sweat and yet he found her to be as beautiful as always, maybe even more now in the throes of passion.

“God, you are so beautiful,” he murmured, running the pad of his thumb along her lower lip and she pressed a kiss to it, the once sexually intense moment now a emotionally intense moment. He couldn’t tear his eyes from hers, not even when she went back to lifting her hips and dropping back down onto him, letting him out half-way from her sheathe. “So are you,” she says, barely inaudible but he heard her. 

(Y/N) started to grind her hips against his, barely lifting her hips as she was on the edge of an earth-shattering orgasm, her fourth and final one of the night. The tip of his cock kept hitting her g-spot, his pubic bone rubbing against her bundle of nerves and the dual sensations sent her into overload, the knot bursting and her body spasming and a loud scream of his name, not “Daddy” but “Stiles,” left her lips and their eyes still connected. 

He started to snap his hips up, jaw clenched and muscles straining as he was getting closer and closer to his own peak. “Come for me, Daddy,” she said under her breath, exhausted but wanted to see him come one more time. And he did, cock pulsing for the final time tonight and this climax, like (Y/N)’s, was intense, coating her insides again with more of his seed. But she didn’t care, getting off on the fact that it claimed her as his, and vice versa,

Her body sagged against his, wrists rubbed sore as well as the rest of her body. She could barely keep her eyes open, wincing when she lifted her arms from around his neck and he was trying to catch his breath. “Next time we do that,” he panted. “I’m taking you from behind.”

She didn’t laugh, merely gave him a tired smile as his shaky fingers untied the scarf from her wrists, letting it fall over the side of the bed and she fell backwards, back hitting the mattress and he fell next to her. 

“Might be a while,” she said, pressing her hand against her chest and felt her erratic heart beneath her palm, gradually slowing down. 

He frowned and turned on his side, pulling the sheets above them to look at (Y/N) with worry etched into his face. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked anxiously, biting his lip. 

“No,” (Y/N) whispered, eyes drooping as weariness started to take over. “It was perfect.”

The anxious look on his face disappeared, her fading voice filling his ears as he watched her close her eyes and passed out, skin glistening with dried sweat and hair messy. A breathy chuckle left his lips and he shook his head, pulling the sheets up more to cover her body up to her chin, snuggling closer to her and gently pulled her to him and she instantly curled into his side, head on his chest. “I love you,” he whispered against her forehead, and even though she was asleep, she heard him, a small smile spreading upon her lips.

I love you, too.

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Originally posted by tyler-dun-pilots

i noticed that i don’t write a lot for josh, and that’s not cool. don’t get me wrong, i love that little dork so much, but i’m usually way more fucked up on tyler, and i lose track of josh. so here’s me trying to make up for that. it’s sort of sassy, rough, mouthy josh, and if this goes over well, i might try writing something longer with this josh. enjoy!

You pull your legs up into the seat with you, leaning against the door of Josh’s car. The audio from the movie at the drive-in was blaring through the speakers, making you uncomfortable; Josh always said he wanted the ‘surround sound experience’, which you tried to convince him was unnecessary, but he wouldn’t listen.

You groan loudly when the car rumbles with the bass of the movie, and Josh finally looks over at you with a quizzical look. When he reaches to turn the radio down, you cut your eyes towards him, making sure you’re giving him your most displeased glare.

“You okay, babe?” he asks.

“It’s too fucking loud, Joshua,” you say. “I tell you every goddamn time we come here that you don’t need to crank it to eleven if we’ve got the windows up. We can hear it just fine without bleeding from the ears.” Josh stares at you, his brows raised in surprise. “It’s so unnecessary,” you mutter, turning your attention back to the large screen.

“You don’t have to be so fucking rude about it,” Josh retorts. You tilt your head to look back at him, and this time you’re the one who is surprised.

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MariChat May Day 16: Flowers

For @midnightstarlightwrites.  More incredible talent!  Do yourself a favor, find her either here or on AO3, and go binge.

“Princess?”  Chat Noir poked his head in through the open skylight, expecting to see Marinette at her desk, but the room appeared empty.   “Marinette, are you home?”  Nothing.  He was debating whether to let himself in or to just leave when the trap door opened, and Sabine’s head appeared in the room.

“Ah, you are here!  I thought I heard you, Chat Noir.  Marinette is in the kitchen, come on in.”  She disappeared back down the stairs, but left the door open for him to follow her.

With a smile, he dropped into the room and followed Sabine down into the kitchen.

“Marinette, your stray is here.”  She dropped a kiss on her daughter’s head, and went to their door.    “I’ll be downstairs, helping your father.”

“Yes, maman,” Marinette called absently, her attention focused on the cake in front of her.  She flicked her eyes up at Chat as he sat at the end of the counter.   “Hello, Kitty.”

“Hello, Princess.”  He leaned forward to examine the partially decorated cake, and watched in fascination as little pink flowers appeared from the metal point as if by magic.  “How are you doing that?”

Marinette straightened and blinked at the cake.  “What, the frosting?”

“Yeah.  How does that work,” he asked, pointing to the bag in her hand.

“It’s a piping bag, with a decorative tip on the end.”  She untwisted the end, to show the cone shape of the bag, and then added a scoop of the pink frosting to the wide end.  “I load the frosting from this side, squeeze it down to the bottom like toothpaste, and then twist it to keep it tight.  I control how much comes out by varying the pressure on the bag.”

He watched her work a bit longer, still fascinated by the way the flowers appeared on the cake, spreading  almost haphazardly over the top, and cascading down the side.  “Can you make things other than flowers?”

She glanced up, caught the curious expression on his face, and smiled.  “Of course.  You can make almost anything, if you have the right frosting tip.  You see how this one has a bunch of points?”  He nodded, and she continued.  “You can use it to make a flower by holding the tip straight out from the side of the cake and squeezing only a little bit.  But if you change the angle, and move the tip horizontally along the surface as you squeeze, you can make a wave.”  She demonstrated by making a few of the waves around the base of the cake, then set the bag on the counter to take up a second bag that had been hidden on the other side of the cake.  “This tip is just a plain circle, and it’s small, so it’s good for making details and doing lettering.”  She held the point over the center of one of her flowers, and a little bead of yellow appeared at the end.  She deftly added little yellow centers to each of her flowers, and then wrote “good luck” in flowing script over the center of the cake.

He picked up the bag with the pink frosting, and squeezed it experimentally, leaving a ridged stripe along the edge of her bowl.  “Can I try?”

“Sure!  Here, come stand on this side.”  She stepped out of the way, and motioned for him to stand where she had been.

He looked from the little stripe that he’d made to her perfect flowers with surprise.  “You want me to try it on your cake?”

“Why not,” she giggled, taking his elbow and tugging him to stand in front of it.  “I made this for fun, as a way to keep myself distracted.”

“But I’ll ruin it!”

“No you won’t.  You didn’t actually make the frosting, so we know it’s going to taste good no matter what it looks like.”  She flicked his bell playfully, and pointed at the bag in his hand.  “Untwist it, and make sure your frosting is all pushed down, then re-twist it to make sure it’s tight.”

He frowned at the frosting bag in his hand, but did as she asked.  He pushed too hard, and a glop of frosting fell from the tip onto the counter.

She giggled, and wiped it up with a finger.  “Don’t worry, I still do that sometimes, myself, especially when it’s really full.”  She stuck the finger in her mouth, and hummed as she sucked the frosting from it, clearly oblivious to the fact that her innocent action made him think of things that were not innocent at all.  “I love frosting,” she said, smiling.

He cleared his throat, and returned his attention to the frosting bag, twisting it carefully until a bit of pink appeared at the end.

“Perfect!  Now, try a flower.  Hold it perpendicular to the cake, and squeeze gently.”

He followed her instructions, and initially, it looked just like hers.   But when he pulled his hand away, the frosting stuck to the tip and pulled the flower out into a cone that just flopped over.  He scowled at it.  “That looks nothing like a flower.”

“Try again, but this time, push the tip into to the flower ever so slightly before you pull your hand away.”  He nodded and tried it again, and this time the frosting stuck only a little bit.  “There, see?  It just takes practice.”  She moved around to sit at the end of the counter, and sat with her chin propped in her hands.

His flowers weren’t perfect, but at least they were recognizable and he did seem to be improving.  He glanced at her, a question on his lips, but he shut his mouth when he saw the tense set of her shoulders, and the agitated drumming of her fingers on the counter.  His heart sank, and he set the bag down carefully.  “I’m sorry, Mari.  I knew I was going to mess up your cake. You shouldn’t have let me mess with it.”

Her fingers stilled, and she blinked at him.  “Huh?”

“My flowers aren’t as good as yours.  I ruined it, and now you’re upset, but you’re too polite to tell me.”

Her confused look only deepened.  “What are you talking about Chaton?  Of course your flowers aren’t as good as mine, I’ve been doing this since I was big enough to hold a piping bag, and you literally just learned.”  She nudged the bag towards his hand.   “Why don’t you finish it?  It looks like you’ve got a handle on the flowers, you should try doing the scrollwork around the bottom.”

“You mean the waves?”


“You know it’s going to look like it was done by a three year old.”

“Are you having fun with it?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Then you should keep going.”  She nudged the frosting again.   “I told you, this was just for fun.  It doesn’t matter what it looks like.”

“But, if you’re not upset about the cake, then what’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing, really.”  She sighed, and picked up the yellow frosting to squeeze some onto each of the fingers on her left hand, making a different design on each.  “I registered for a summer internship with Gabriel, but they only accept two students each year.  They’re supposed to announce their picks tomorrow morning, and I’m a nervous wreck.”  She examined her work for a moment, then stuck her thumb in her mouth to lick off the yellow heart she’d drawn there.

“Oh.”  The sight of her lips wrapped around her thumb had shorted out his brain, so it took an moment to process her words.  She didn’t seem to notice.  “That makes a lot more sense than—” He shook his head and laughed humorlessly.  “I should have known you wouldn’t get upset with me over something like this.  I’m, uh, kind of used to people expecting me to be perfect.”

She rolled her eyes, and licked the star off of her pinky without noticing his arrested expression.  “That’s ridiculous.  No one is perfect.”  She licked the flower from her ring finger, her pink tongue curling around her fingertip as she swept the frosting into her mouth and he stared.

Nothing more had happened since that too-brief kiss last week, but he wanted it to.   He’d been hard pressed to think of much else over the last week. Now, she was sitting in front of him, innocently enjoying a bit of frosting, and it was utter torment.

Marinette eyed her two remaining fingers, and licked the clover from her index finger.  She hummed her enjoyment, completely missing his strangled whimper.  She smacked her lips and lifted her hand to lick away the last of the treat, but he’d had enough.  His hand shot out to grip her wrist, and her startled eyes shot to his.

“Merde, Marinette.  That wasn’t even intentional, was it?”

Her eyes widened at the husky timbre of his voice, and she frowned in confusion.  “What?”

He stepped closer to her with a smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth, and indicated the frosting on her hand with a tilt of his head.   “Weren’t you going to offer me any, Princess?”

“Oh,” she breathed, as he drew her hand to his mouth and slowly sucked the sweet yellow paw print from her skin, shifting his hand to hold her palm, rather than her wrist.  Her finger slid from his mouth with a soft pop, and he leaned forward in the hopes of claiming another kiss.

A door closed firmly, and they sprang apart with matching blushes.  He cleared his throat awkwardly, and picked up the pink frosting to attempt the scrolls at the bottom of the cake, hoping that they hadn’t been caught.

Sabine bustled into the kitchen with two baguettes from the bakery below, and a bright smile for the two at the counter.   “Marinette makes wonderful frosting, doesn’t she, Chat?”  They both choked on air, and she chuckled knowingly.  “I suggest, though, that if you want more, you have it with the cake.”

So, I’m not sure how I feel about this one; I’m worried that I spent too much time on the how-to stuff.  Thoughts? I welcome constructive criticism.  :)

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- Dan knew he looked extra cute today. He was wearing baby blue booty shorts and a pale pink jumper. He had on white thigh-highs that had bows on them along with high tops. He had his favorite flower crown on, to top everything off. He was currently sat at a lunch table with his friends Cat, Louise, Pj, Felix, Marzia, and Jack. Oh, and his punk boyfriend Phil.

- Some people found it amazing that he and Phil were dating. They were polar opposites. Dan wasn’t complaining though. Except right now, they were having a stupid argument at the table, during lunch, and in front of their friends. And the topic they were arguing over was priceless.

- “Dan, just accept the fact that you have a daddy kink! I heard you mumbling it during your nap yesterday,” Phil chuckled, along with everyone else.

- Dan was about as red as a tomato. This was so embarrassing. He swears to god that ever since his nap the day before that the only thing coming out of Phil’s mouth was “what he thought he heard”. And well, Phil did hear correctly. Dan was calling Phil daddy in his dream. And boy was it fucking amazing. But Dan wouldn’t admit it to Phil. Dan was actually mad that he was saying this in front of their friends.

- “You must’ve heard me wrong! So shut the fuck up!” Dan snapped back, making Phil have a double take of what his baby just said to him.

- “Oh shit. Danny’s getting defensive about it!” Pj laughed, along with everyone sitting around them.

- Dan didn’t think it was possible to get any redder, but apparently he was wrong. Dan glanced over at Phil and saw the pissed look on his face. Dan didn’t really feel guilty about it though. Phil did bring this upon himself.

- “Aw, is Danny too embarrassed to speak? It must be true,” Felix mocked jokingly.

- Dan was about to make a smart ass comment back when he felt a big pressure on his crotch, making him gasp audibly. Everyone looked up from their food and gave Dan a strange look. Dan tried to speak, but he couldn’t. He tried his best to glance down without making it obvious. Phil’s hand was in his crotch, palming him roughly. He looked at Phil and saw the smirk on his face as he felt Dan grow hard very quickly.

- This was mortifying. They were sat at a table with their friends for fucks sake! And now Phil’s hand was in his crotch, rubbing quickly. Dan was now slightly squirming in his seat, he then heard a small chuckle come from Phil. Phil then leaned over and brought his lips to Dan’s ear.

- “That’s not a very nice way to talk to Daddy, baby boy. I should punish you for that. Bend you over my knee and spank that cute little bum of yours. But you would like that wouldn’t you? You’re such a dirty little slut. Daddy’s little slut. My little slut,” Phil whispered into Dan’s ear.

- Dan whimpered and bucked into Phil’s hand on accident. He doesn’t think he’s ever been more turned on in his life. He could’ve cum just by his words. The whole table was looking at the both of them oddly now. This just made Phil chuckle and grin. Dan knew pleasure must’ve been all over his face right now, so he crossed his arms on the table and buried his face in it.

- “You’re close already? Wow princess, Daddy’s words must have quite the effect on you. I’ll tell you what, Daddy is gonna fuck you so hard when we get home that you won’t remember your own name,” Phil leaned down and groaned into the squirming boy’s ear.

- Dan was done for, and he knew it. Phil’s hand had sped up even more now. Dan knew he was leaking heavy amounts of precum into his panties, showing a visible wet spot on the front of his cute shorts. Phil’s thumb had found it’s way to Dan’s clothed cock head and was rubbing it hard.

- “D-Daddy- fuck-” Dan whined, just loud enough for Phil to hear.

- Phil knew that in this instance that he himself was harder than he’s ever been. But he was focusing on his baby boy right now. And how close he was to ruining those god damn shorts that show of his amazing ass so well. God, Phil wished he could rip them off and fuck Dan on this very table. Fuck.

- Dan could feel the heat in his lower abdomen and his balls tightening. He was gonna cum. In front of everyone. He knew that everyone at the table was probably aware of what was happening. So, Dan shamefully started grinding up into Phil’s hand.

- “What a little whore. Grinding into my hand in front of our friends? You’re gonna cum like a good boy, aren’t you? I can tell by the way you’re breaths are getting faster and your thighs are shaking,” Phil breathed into Dan’s ear.

- Dan just nodded and gripped Phil’s thigh hard as he felt himself let go. Wave after wave of pleasure went through Dan’s body. Also filling up his panties in the process. Leaving a huge wet spot on the front of his shorts. Dan was basically panting as his high slowly faded away. He glanced up at the others at the table and two of them coughed awkwardly. Dan was not going to recover from this.

- “So what was that about not having a daddy kink?”


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Kol x Reader

Requested by Anon

Warnings: smut, sex, violence

Capturing Kol was surprisingly easy, muddling through the plan you devised was all it took. He seemed to fall into your plan and may as well have tangled himself into it.

Torturing Kol was a little more difficult. He teased, joked and flirted as you continued to fail in finding something to make him actually suffer. By the time, you’d found something new he’d begun to heal.

“You know Darling, you’re pretty cute.” He hummed as you threw your latest attempted weapon away from you with a loud clatter.

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Request:  Oh hello, I enjoy your works, and I was wandering if you could do a Namjoon x Hobi x Reader smut ^^;

A/n: i’m gonna be honest here, this was soooo hard to write… but look!! i made it!! anything for you tiny sweet JJ’s

p.s. …..never again ~ Kaitlin

Genre: Smut
Members: Hoseok x Reader x Namjoon
Word Count: 3168


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baekhyun + bodyworship + praise kink

 “Are you alright there? Comfortable? Swell?”

“Yes, I’m waiting for you to man the fuck up and work on removing my clothes, Baek. This isn’t our honeymoon, you twat.”

“All in due time, hon.”

“Fuck,” you hiss as he pushes your bra straps off your shoulders, cupping your breasts quite obscenely, thumbing at your nipples.

“Gosh babe, you’re so beautiful,” he gushes.

“Shut up and put that stupid mouth for something useful,” you snap.

“Jesus babe, I would do that for hours without you even asking me, god you’re so perfect,” he groans, licking on the valley between your breasts and lips enclosing on a nipple. He sucks just enough to get a rise out of you, his other hand sneaking inside your shorts and thumbing on your clit over your underwear. The reaction he gets turns him on, for your back arches, pushing your breasts more towards him.

“Fuck, your boobs are perfect, they’re so nice I could bury myself in them all day,” he groans. Baekhyun groans again and moves just a little, his hips rubbing against the bed sheet.

Fuck, Baekhyun was getting off on this. He was grinding the duvet to get himself off on praising you.

“Ah, babe, I can’t…ah,” he says, hand on your underwear shivering.

“You’re so wet, so…ah,” he groans deliriously, rushing to pull your shorts off and settles between your legs comfortably.

“It’s all for me right, ah…babe,” he says, licking over your underwear. You keen in agreement.

“God, your thighs, they’re so perfect, so hot; aren’t you honey?” he asks, his pretty hands smoothing over your thighs, skimming over your underwear.

“Ngh, they feel so nice under my hands, so soft and thick and ah…fuck!” Baekhyun grinds down particularly hard when he pulls the elastic of your underwear, letting it snap onto the junction of your thigh and pelvis, earning a squeak from you.

“Baek- ! ahn-!, stop saying stuff like that-!“

“But I love your body, (y/n), look how wet you are for me,” he swipes a finger down your slit and wiggles it at your face.

“Baek!” you keen, hips stuttering through your first release.

“Nnn…” you groan, feeling tender.

“God babe, that was so fucking hot…” he puffs out a hot breath and his eyes glaze over.

“You’re so good, laid out like this for me, all for me, isn’t it?” he asks rhetorically and uses his tongue to lick the tip of his finger, putting it into his mouth and sucking it.

“Gosh babe, you taste fine, fuck, I want to be inside you so bad.”

“Hurry the fuck up then,” you snap and he laughs.

“Fuck, ah, ah, babe, you’re so hot, sucking me in like that,” he moans, pushing into you after slipping on a condom and keens in a high pitched whine when he finally bottoms out.

“You take me so well,” he bucks, fucking into your heat.

“I would like to think so, stop talking, speak with your hips, Byun Baekhyun,” you order.

“Fuck, babe, say my name like that again, ah, fuck…”

“Dude, you’re overdoing it, it isn’t even that…ah fuck!” you yelp when he pushes in and snaps against your hips mercilessly hard, literally plowing deep into you.

“Shit, I want to fuck you so much harder! Babe, please let me, let me-!” he whines, asking you as if you’ve told him to go slow any time before this.

“Fuck me Baekhyun, fuck me hard…!” you look right into his clouded eyes, and something in him snaps, he thrusts into you hard and you yelp, grabbing his hand for balance.

“Ah…(y/n), (y/n)…! Ngh!” he groans, hips snapping harder and harder as he crescendos into a frenzy, hands groping your chest and finally grabbing your neck, slotting his lips onto yours and groaning into a heated, sweaty kiss.

“Baekhyun, why are you such a whiny fuck?” you ask, growling and raking your nails over his barely there biceps.

“Not on the Baekceps dude, never target my children,” he growls, pinching your thigh.

“Fuck…!” you growl back in response, opting to rake your nails down his back, making sure to leave red lines all over.

“Are you going to come for me, (y/n), come,” he coaxes your orgasm out of you and you oblige, letting go with a strangled garble of his name.

Baekhyun follows you, the sight of you falling apart spurring his release from him.

“Fuck, you’re so so fucking-! so- ahngh! I’m coming-! Ah-!!” he growls, pulling out and jacking his dick off in a desperate attempt to prolong his release.

“Come on Baek, come for me, next time you can come on my face,” you slyly tell him, batting your eyelashes at him provocatively.

“Fuck…! Fuck fuck fuck fuck…!” he slumps over in exhaustion.

“God, you can ruin me in a single go, (y/n),” he sighs.

The next morning, Baekhyun wakes up screaming,



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Lena Luthor/you fic part 14

Originally posted by alyciajazmin

“Lena?  Lena, wake up.”

The sound of Lena’s quiet, distressed murmuring had woken you up out of a restless sleep.  When you finally came to and blinked the sleep out of your eyes, you had realized that Lena was having a nightmare and squirming slightly under the sheets.  


Her eyes flashed open as you gripped her shoulder and she bolted upright.  

“Hey, hey, it’s alright.”


Lena’s voice was laced with panic and you found one of her hands in the darkness.  Her breathing was ragged and loud in the otherwise silent bedroom.

“I’m here,” you assured her.  Her fingers tightened around yours and you squeezed back in response.

“I…I couldn’t find you.”

“I’m right here, Lena.  Everything’s okay.  You’re okay.”

Unsure of what else to say to help her calm down, you leaned in on blind instinct and pressed your lips against her.  The kiss seemed to quell her heart’s pounding within seconds and Lena all but melted into your arms as you pulled her close.  


There was a heat between you both that hadn’t made an appearance for quite some time.  You gripped the back of her neck and kissed her again.  In tandem, you both laid back down against the mattress.  For the first time since you woke up in the hospital, the damage to your body slipped your mind.

“Are you—“

“Yes,” you confirmed before she could even finish the question.  Your breathing quickened to match Lena’s as you tangled your fingers in her hair and delivered a trail of slow, longing kisses to her neck.  You felt yourself beginning to move too fast out of the sheer excitement associated with Lena’s touch.  As hard as it was, you dialed yourself back and shifted to hover above Lena’s torso.  You were able to make out her features now that your eyesight had adjusted to the lack of light in the bedroom.  Something jolted deep in your abdomen as Lena’s gaze locked on your own.  You leaned down to kiss her again, softer than before.  

The first time the two of you had sex, it was impulsive, fast, and drunk.  While it was a significant experience for both of you, it didn’t feel as much like a ‘first time’ as this did.  You were somehow filled with more anxiety than you had been the first time you had put your hands on her.  It was a much different feeling than the simple combination of lust and guilt that you had felt on her balcony.

“I love you.”

Lena’s admission came out as a gasp against your lips and you opened your eyes again to look at her.  There was a brief pause in the movement between the two of you, then you reached up and caressed the side of her face.  Your thumb brushed across her cheekbone as you pressed yourself closer against her still.  After a few lingering seconds, you slowly kissed her again; comforting her in a way that your words never could match.  Lena’s head tilted to the side, inviting you to take control as you usually did.  Her arms wrapped around your torso and seemed to tighten a little more with every moment that passed.

By the time you allowed yourself to venture back down to the crook of her neck, the ever present danger that lurked outside of the safe haven of her apartment disappeared.  Outside, Lillian still stalked the shadows of your imagination but in here…she didn’t matter.  Nothing did; not the drugs, your past, or your near death experience.  You took the time to trail a path of gentle kisses from her jawline down to her collarbone before gently nipping at the swollen vein on the side of her neck.  Lena’s body practically went rigid against yours when you did.


Your name sounded desperate and adored on her breath.  The soft moan that followed practically seemed to intoxicate you.  You began a pattern of slow, teasing bites followed by soothing kisses to her bruising neck.  Neither one of you cared about the evidence it would leave for the following morning.  Lena was yours and you dared anyone to try to interfere with that.  You didn’t have anything left to use.

Unable to hold off any longer, you slipped your hands beneath the thin cotton shirt covering Lena’s torso and shivered at the warmth of her flesh in your hands.  The sensation brought back vivid memories of impassioned nights spent in the same bed and you pulled away just long enough to lift her shirt up over her head and arms.  You scrambled to shed your own and situated yourself so that you could lay on top of her with your non-broken leg between her thighs.  The feeling of her nearly bare body beneath your own seemed to set every neuron in your body on fire.  

“Y/N,” she groaned your name again as you kissed down the valley between her exposed breasts.  Her legs wrapped around you and you shifted upwards just enough to press the top of your thigh against her center.  The heat that radiated from her sent blood rushing to your face.  Lena couldn’t help herself from grinding desperately against you.  The light pressure sent the air rushing from her lungs and she dug her fingernails into your back.

As Lena’s hips continued to roll in a slow, longing waves, you cupped one of her breasts with one hand and touched your lips to the stiffening bud on the other.  A low whine sounded from the woman beneath you.  Attuned to what she needed from you, you began a drawn-out massage with your lips, teeth, and hands.  The sound of Lena’s gasps and the way she reacted to the slightest change in pressure or pace drove you to take your time and appreciate every inch of skin you at one time thought you would never touch again.  Finally, Lena couldn’t take it anymore.  She grabbed your hand from her chest and guided it between her legs.


You couldn’t help but smirk against her before you lifted your head.  Lena’s face was flushed and even in the lack of light, you could tell that it was practically scarlet.

“Look at me, Lena.”

Green eyes flashed open and locked with your own.  Her ribcage continued to heave with the anticipation.  Satisfied and invigorated with the way she was practically pleading with her gaze, you removed your hand from her grip and used it to remove the last bit of fabric covering her.  

“I love you, Lena Luthor,” you reminded her quietly.  Your words hung in the dark bedroom and for once, she didn’t cringe at the sound of her last name.  It didn’t sound so poisonous when it came from your mouth.

“I love—oh,” Lena’s reply was cut short by your thumb rubbing her clit in drown-out circles and you caught the string of moans that followed in an open-mouthed kiss.  Her hips began to buck against your hand rhythmically; she was desperate for more pressure and you obliged after a bit of teasing.  The growing feeling of intensity below her stomach soon left her unable to even focus on kissing you back and you drug your teeth down her bottom lip as her head arched back.  


Her entire body seemed to lift off of the mattress when she released onto your hand.  Before her core could even stop clenching, you slipped one finger inside and then quickly added another.  Lena’s nails scratched down your back and you couldn’t stop yourself from grinding against her thigh as you began thrusting in and out of her.  Every pump of your hand elicited a gasping moan and it joined the symphony of labored breathing that filled the room.

“Look at me,” you repeated the earlier request and tangled your free hand’s fingers in her hair.  As your grip tightened, Lena’s eyes fluttered open and you pressed your forehead against hers.  She writhed beneath you, completely helpless and at the mercy of your touch.  Her pupils grew larger mere seconds before she came a second time.  You helped her to ride out the climax and kissed her chastely while she came down.  

Legs still shaking, Lena was nevertheless quick to switch the positions and roll you over onto your back.  The twinge of pain the movement caused in your ribcage was forgotten in a millisecond when the dark haired woman, still breathing heavily and not yet recovered from her own orgasm, attached her lips to yours and slipped her tongue across the line separating her mouth from yours.  For the first time since you laid your head on her chest and sobbed in the shower, you released your last layer of defense and melted into her touch.  Lena’s hands traced up and down your sides, confident and familiar with the territory, and you almost whined when she pulled away from kissing you.  Her lips soon reattached themselves much lower on your body and you spread your legs so that she could continue the trail of soft kisses.  Your heart hammered in your chest as her breath gusted against the throbbing heat between your thighs.

“God, Lena,” you stammered out.  She dug her fingernails into the sensitive flesh on the inside of your legs, keeping them spread apart for her.  The first flick of her tongue sent your back arching and a guttural moan echoing off of the walls of the bedroom.  Your fingers once against intertwined in her hair and Lena pulled you even closer, burying her face between your legs.  The anticipation of finally feeling what it was to be intimate with Lena again paid off in every firework behind your clenched eyelids and every unconscious buck of your hips.  She held you down firmly, as she always did until you finished, and when you were nothing but a panting, sweat-coated mess, she finally made her way back up to you and allowed you to taste yourself on her lips.

“I love you,” you said again.  The words felt easier than they did in the daytime.  Lena settled with one of your arms draped around her and her head on your chest.  

“I know.  I love you,” she replied.  Eventually, the heavy breathing between the two of you slowed and the exhaustion from the impromptu love making began to tug at your eyelids.  Nightmare forgotten and content in your embrace, Lena drifted back to sleep



Lena feigned surprise as the door to her balcony slid open and the cape-clad woman entered the office.  She had figured that Kara would stop by to check on her, being that things had seemed a bit tense when she left last night.  Not that Lena was feeling tense now.

“Lena, hi.  Listen, I’m really sorry about yesterday.  I just wanted to get Y/N out and I didn’t think—“

“Don’t worry about it, everything is fine.  Better than fine, even,” Lena cut her off and Kara’s brow furrowed in confusion at the way the dark haired woman was almost beaming at her.  

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing!  Everything’s perfect.”

“Okay…” Kara let her voice trail off suspiciously and then froze.  She recognized that look.  It was the way Alex looked after Mag—oh God.


Lena blushed as Kara’s eyes widened in realization and the superhero pressed a hand to her forehead.  

“Well, that’s great!  I’m really happy for you guys!  Uh, congratulations.  I’m gonna gay—go.  I’m gonna go cause there’s, uh, an emergency!  Yep, an emergency!”

“I’ll see you later?” Lena called after her apologetically.  She couldn’t help but snicker to herself as Kara practically tripped over her own boots trying to get out of the office.

“Yep!  Sounds great, see you later!”  

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Title: Killer thighs
Word Count: 1,600+
Summary: Jeon Jeongguk was a cop, one of the best. Then he met with Park Jimin, and a dangerous game began.
Author’s Note: I saw Jimin’s tight and shiny leather pants in the Not Today MV & live broadcasts, and my Jiminandhisstrongthighsareperfect!!!4!!4!-feels came back with full force….. so this silly fic was born~ Watch out for swearing and some sexual tension, aaaand— yeah, I think, that’s all. Enjoy! ^.^

“Finally. I found you, Park Jimin,” Jeongguk’s voice is relieved and nervous at the same time, and Jimin’s heart throbs at the familiarity.

It’s been a while, a few months since he has seen the man who has those dark, round eyes with endless determination flaming in them what never fails to make Jimin’s breath stutter. He turns around on his heels, and feels with a spark of twisted satisfaction jolting down his spine that the man’s eyes are glued to his bottom. Seriously, stealing these skin-tight, shiny leather pants was a glorious idea, they hug his lower body perfectly, emphasizing his thick thighs and round ass.

“Ah, Jeongguk-ssi, what a nice surprise to see you again! How are you doing? I heard the news,” Jimin smiles sweetly at the man, voice carefree and melodic, warm brown eyes sparkling with some emotion close to pity. He takes a few steps towards Jeongguk, not even a bit hesitant, and Jeongguk glares at him threateningly, however, he stays still. “I heard you had lost your job. You’re no longer working as a cop.” The emotion in Jimin’s gaze is different now, it’s clear amusement, they are standing toe-to-toe, and Jeongguk wants to punch his pretty face hard.

“It’s your fault,” he spits instead, pouting his bottom lip out stubbornly, and crosses his arms, veins bulging under his smooth skin. He wasn’t able to catch Park Jimin, the infamous thief who prefers to rob the elites of Seoul, and after one too many fails, after one too big mistake, Jeongguk had got kicked out of the police station.

“Is it?” Jimin’s smile turns into a smirk and his long eyelashes flutter while reaching one hand out and running ticklish fingers up the ex-cop’s arm. The man shivers but doesn’t pull away. It’s always difficult when he sees Jimin after a long time, because the beauty overwhelms him, again and again and again, and suddenly it’s complicated to remember how to function properly.

“Well, I’m not sorry at all, Jeonggukie. I always had thought that that job is too stressful and strict, it was not good for your health. Now you can finally relax and enjoy your freedom, am I right? Also, you shouldn’t frown this much, you’ll have wrinkles,” Jimin giggles, his short thumb is drawing slow, soft circles on the man’s cheek. It’s teasing, Jeongguk knows, and even though the tiny hairs on his nape are standing and Jimin’s touch wakes fire and goosebumps in its way, he doesn’t slap the caressing hand away. It would be equal to admit defeat, and Jeongguk would rather die than to do that.

“I can’t relax and enjoy anything till I put you in jail,” he grunts through gritted teeth, his jaw tightens, and his sentence makes Jimin’s eyes glow.

“Hmmm~ Someone’s obsessed with me, it seems,” his lips stretch into an even wider grin, and he wets them, licking the plump flesh lazily. Jeongguk follows the motion of the pink little tip of tongue with darkening eyes. “Y'know, we know each other for so long, and I still can’t decide if you want to capture me or fuck me, though,” Jimin continues, watching the ex-cop’s expression intently.

“Preferably both,” Jeongguk croaks, his mouth feels dry and throat too narrow, and as soon as he realizes what just escaped his lips, he feels his cheeks heating up. His palm is clammy with sweat and his stomach is churning when Jimin starts laughing, voice loud and sugary.

“Woah! How greedy.” Once he calms down, Jimin bites in his bottom lip with a smug smirk playing on it. “I’m truly sorry, Jeonggukie, but I have no intentions to go in jail. Not today.”

“It’s not your choice, Jimin. If you don’t collaborate, then I’m going to use force,” Jeongguk snorts, knitting his eyebrows together while pulling out his revolver with his right hand.

“Oh no~ I’m shitting myself, baby,” Jimin chuckles, and Jeongguk’s sweaty left hand balls into fist. “Also, I’m ‘hyung’ to you, call me with respect.”

“Respect?!” Jeongguk echoes disbelieving, the revolver pokes Jimin right in the heart. “It’s a game to you; you think it’s all just a game, isn’t?” He hisses, and Jimin takes a step back because of the intensity in his eyes.

“Of course it is. It never was more, the only one who takes it way too seriously is you,” Jimin replies, and grabs the weapon with both hands. His hands are small and soft, barely wrapping around the revolver. “C'mon, Jeonggukie, put this thing away. We both know that you can’t do it. You can’t shoot me, because you have a big, big, big weakness.” The cop’s eyes widen and Jimin lowers his voice till it’s barely above a whisper, ”Me.”

He pries off Jeongguk’s frozen fingers of the metal, takes the gun away and empties it, bullets falling on the ground with a loud clinking sound. Jimin throws the revolver away with an elegant flick of his wrist, the glint in his eyes tells Jeongguk that he is enjoying the situation. Jimin always enjoys toying with him – because he knows that he can do it. Fury wakes in Jeongguk’s belly at the thought and he fishes his butterfly-knife out of his pocket. Today is the day when he’s going to march in the police station with a passed-out Park Jimin in his arms, and he’s going to get his job back. Today is the day when he’s going to wipe that cocky and confident smile off of Jimin’s face. Today is the day when he’s going to finally win.

“Alright then,” Jimin sighs and grabs his butterfly-knife as well. “I can see that you aren’t gonna let me leave this place without a little exercise— so, let’s dance then!”

They know each other’s moves too well. It indeed looks like a well-practiced dance, throwing punches, swirling around and stabbing the air with the knives – but always missing the target. Maybe on purpose, maybe not. Their knives are clashing, the echoes ring out as they try to kick and cut the other. Jimin is smaller than him, lighter and thinner, but he is quick and surprisingly strong, and when after ten minutes of fighting full with fruitless attempts at hurting each other, he slams Jeongguk down the cold floor, the ex-cop’s breath runs out of his lungs from the power. Jimin sits on Jeongguk’s chest, seemingly comfortable in his position, his thighs which are covered with shiny and tight leather are on each side of the man’s head, and grins down at the panting Jeongguk triumphantly.

“You know that I could choke you with my thighs right now, if I wanted to? Or crush your handsome little skull?” He smiles so bright, his eyes turn into tiny crescents, and he can feel under his butt that Jeongguk’s heart speeds up in his chest at the sight.

“That would be an honor,” Jeongguk forces a smirk onto his lips. Jimin’s grip is painful on his wrists, the knives are out of reach, the weight of the older man is pining him to the ground and the muscly thighs are holding his head in a vice. “I’ve always wanted to die between your legs, Jimin hyung.” The honorific sounds like mocking, and Jimin laughs wholeheartedly.

“You could do so many better things between my legs, baby.”

“Please share your ideas with me,” Jeongguk smiles back a bit flustered, Jimin’s laughter never fails to entertain him. He wants to keep the thief distracted until he can make a plan and find a way to either grab one of the knives or take the handcuffs out of his pocket, to finally put an end to this 'game’ with Jimin.

Jimin shifts his position and leans closer. His body is warm and heavy against Jeongguk’s, his plush lips are only millimeters away from Jeongguk’s chapped ones, and the younger man can feel the blood rushing to his cheeks even faster as the other’s minty, hot breath is fanning over his flushed skin.

“Instead sharing, what about showing you those ideas, hmm?” Jimin’s voice is dripping honey and Jeongguk can’t breathe. “I picked a really cute little handcuff from your pocket a few minutes ago, while you were too immersed in our 'dance battle'… So why don’t we put it into good use? I’m not going to jail today, but at least the other one of your wishes could come true, Jeonggukie,” Jimin winks, shamelessly licking his lips again, the handcuff is swirling around one short, chubby finger of his.

Jeongguk swallows so hard, it kind of hurts. His whole body kind of hurts. He looks into Jimin’s eyes and his heated gaze tells the other what he thinks about the offer.

Jimin closes his eyes and lets out a trembling exhale. Jeongguk is 99,99% sure that he really is going to die between these gorgeous legs someday. But until then, with a sudden flex of muscles he shoves Jimin away harshly, giving in all his gathered strength, and reaches for the handcuffs fast and desperate. They are struggling on the floor, pushing and striking every part of the other’s body while trying to acquire the handcuffs. Jimin uses his flexibility to bend his body into impossible positions as the combat continues (which might or might not makes Jeongguk salivate, but only just a little bit), and Jeongguk uses his physical superiority to overcome the thief. Jimin’s breathing is heavy, silky pink hair is a mess, there is a thin layer of sweat gleaming on his flawless tan skin, and his cheeks are rosy red when the ex-cop finally pins him to the ground. Jeongguk feels the tingles of sick pride running down his spine at the thought that he caused Jimin to look like this.


The handcuffs close around a wrist with a metallic sound, and the bare walls around the two men are echoing it, Jimin’s breathless giggles mix in.

“So, now what?”

'Well…’ Jeongguk thinks while slowly but steadily getting lost in deep, warm brown eyes glistening with excitement, '…fuck.’

Taking Control

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You/Baekhyun

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 2,481

Summary:  Work is stressing you out lately. You’re tired, angry and things are not helped by your boyfriend - who always seems to need attention from you. One night you snap and get to be particularly er, controlling. 

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

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Shadilver - Lips Of An Angel

Author: randomcitizen12
Genre: Angst/Romance
Rating: M



   "Wha….?“ A deep, drowsy voice was heard in the dark room, along with the buzzing and the soft and quiet snoring from another person — or rather hedgehog in the room.

  Shadow, the crimson-streaked black hedgehog who had woken up to the sound of a faint, quiet buzzing in his ears, groaned lowly in frustration as he was woken up from a peaceful sleep with his lover, Sonic, who apparently wasn’t bothered by the buzzing at all as he can hear how the other was slightly snoring and saw him drooling on his pillow, despite it being completely pitch black in the room.



   He sat up slowly as to not wake up his sleeping lover, then looked down at his pillow to see a bright light shining from underneath it. Oh… So that’s what the noise was.



  Reaching under his pillow, he grabbed his phone and brought it up to his face, grunting a bit from the bright light but adjusting quickly to it. He raised an eyeridge in confusion as his ruby eyes locked onto a number. Someone was calling him.

   ”Why would someone call me in the middle of the night?“ The ebony hedgehog mentally asked himself as he stared at the number. It was a number he hasn’t seen before, but, something was telling to answer. And normally, if there was a number he didn’t know, he’d just ignore it or drop the call… However… Tonight, he decided to trust his instincts.

   Slowly, he scooted himself to the edge of the bed as he answered the call. I mean, what could go wrong? It was either some person who got the wrong number or maybe some prankster who thinks it’s a good idea to call someone at this ungodly hour.

  Whoever it was, he couldn’t wait to get it over with so he could go back and join his precious blue hedgehog in sweet slumber.

   "Hello…?” He spoke softly, making sure not to wake up Sonic.
       "Um.. Is… Is t-this Shadow?“

♫~Honey why you calling me so late?
It’s kinda hard to talk right now~

  “Silver?” Shadow spoke quietly but in a shocked tone, now more awake than before from hearing the ivory hedgehog’s voice.

  “Oh, h-hey Shadow.” Silver spoke from the other end, who also spoke quietly. “It’s um… Good to see you still have the same phone number.”

    To say that Shadow was surprised is a complete understatement.

    He is practically speechless to hear the ivory hedgehog’s voice after so many years of silence, especially at this hour.

   "I find it impractical to change my number. Besides, it’s what everyone has" Shadow finally answered, drawing a breath as he whispers “So, how are you?” Honestly, he had no idea what to talk to Silver about, and the latter seems to sense this.

♫~Honey why are you crying, is everything okay?
I gotta whisper cause I can’t be too loud~

   There was a moment of silence on both lines, both hesitating to speak for a moment, the silence awkward for the both of them.

   "I just want to apologize. For everything" the ivory male began, his quiet voice quivering.
       "Silver, are you okay? Are… are you crying?“ Shadow was concerned; if Silver was crying and suddenly calling him in the middle of the night… it must be something big.
       "Silver, you can talk to me, it’s okay”

 He heard the other drew a breath on the other line, and spoke softly once again.

♫~Well, my girl’s in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you~

   "I’m alright. Really I am" Silver continued “I really just want to apologize. F-for suddenly disappearing on you, and not contacting you for years. I guess I couldn’t bear to face you for my own stupidity”

   The ebony hedgehog only hummed, keeping his voice as quiet as he could as to not wake his partner peacefully sleeping beside him, a space Silver used to occupy before.

    Just what exactly happened between them? The ebony male couldn’t recall how he and Silver just… fell out of place.

♫~I guess we never really moved on~

   On Silver’s end, his partner shifted in his sleep. The ivory male tensed suddenly, gasping, fearing he had woken Mephiles up. He stayed quiet, careful not to make a single noise, before calming himself down. Mephiles didn’t wake up. Good.

    “Silver, are you still there?” Came Shadow’s worried whisper. He realized he must’ve went suddenly quiet for a while. Biting his lips, he replied in a more hushed tone, now being much more careful.

    “Yeah, I’m still here. Mephiles suddenly moved, and I thought I woke him up. Sorry for going quiet all of a sudden” Silver explained, his heart still pounding from the fright he just had.

   "It’s alright. I’m trying to keep as quiet as possible too; wouldn’t wake to wake Sonic up"
       "But really, sorry about that"

   A small smile formed on Shadow’s tan muzzle as he slowly shook his head.

♫~It’s really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet~

   "You know Silver" The dark hedgehog began “This reminds me of when we used to stay up late and talk back then”
       "It does?“
       "Yeah; you and I talked a lot about ourselves, and share our problems with one another”

    Shadow heard a small chuckle on the other side “Yeah, you always had helpful advice and you listen attentively” Silver answered with a quiet sigh, and a smile on his own lips. “I on the other hand didn’t have any helpful advice”

    Then Shadow continued “Remember that time when we found that butterfly with broken wings?”
       "I remember that one; we nursed it back to health even though you said it was impossible"
       "You were persistent, and I couldn’t say no; you wouldn’t accept a no to someone or something that needs help"
       "But we managed to fix the wing didn’t we Shadow?“
       "Mm hm; you had such a wide smile when the butterfly started flying”

    Chaos above, Shadow hadn’t realized how much he missed hearing the ivory male’s voice saying his name until this moment. He couldn’t help but smile.

♫~Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak~

   "And when I made you breakfast, you always liked your coffee with only two tablespoons of sugar and creamer" Silver continued on.
       "And you prefer having hot chocolate over coffee"
       "Remember when we were watching that chick flick cause there was nothing else good on tv? You nearly knocked yourself out at how laughably cringy it was"

    This time Shadow’s grin widened “Who wouldn’t laugh at that line? ‘You… complete me’ it was over the top in my opinion”

    And he heard more light, soft chuckling on Silver’s line. Hearing the snow-furred hedgehog speak after so long was making the dark hedgehog happier.

♫~And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel~

   They continued to talk about the memories, with Shadow recalling all the happy moments he had spent with Silver, recalling how happy they both where when they were living together. Everything was simply perfect, like straight out of a fairy-tale perfect.

   The two males traveled further down memory lane, both are now very much awake but still kept their voices low as not to wake their respective partners.

    “There was also that one time in the beach, it was a small summer blowout, but everyone was happy and enjoying themselves” There was a melancholic tone in Silver’s voice as he spoke “Everyone had fallen asleep, but, because of my stupid thoughts and self-doubt and insecurities, it was keeping me awake and couldn’t sleep at all… remember that?”

   This time it was Shadow with a sad smile “Yeah, I remember that clearly. You were crying a lot that time”

       "And you stayed by my side even though you clearly needed to sleep and get up early for work the next day"
           "I was rubbing your back to calm you down…“
           "And I got your shoulders wet cause of the tears falling from my face”

   There was a short pause “I thumbed away tears from your face and stared into your eyes. You were simply mesmerizing underneath the moonlight”
       "Then…“ pink dusted the pale hedgehog’s face as he continued "You kissed me passionately, and held me tightly, promising me the world.”
       "Then you were finally able to sleep peacefully"

   A longer pause was held between the calls “Y-yeah.. I was, wasn’t I? It was all thanks to you. You were always there when I needed you the most”

   Listening to their conversation, Shadow couldn’t help but think to himself ’What went wrong? When did it go wrong? How did it come to this? Why did he leave? What did I do to him? Did I lack in anything? Was there something I had done to make him leave? Did I unconsciously push away? Was I at fault?’

He could feel the tears building up.

♫~It’s funny that you’re calling me tonight
And, yes, I’ve dreamt of you too~

The dark hedgehog took a deep breath, willing the tears away. He could feel a warmth enveloping his heart, the more he spoke to the ivory hedgehog, the longer he listened to his soft voice.

Chaos, he missed it, missed him so much…


Shadow’s voice quivered as he spoke “It’s funny that you decided to call me on this particular night” he tried to lighten the mood and hide from Silver the fact that his heart was breaking and swelling at the same time.

   "Is it really?“

       "It’s… It’s just been 5 years since you’ve made any contact with me, or any of us”

       "… sorry"

       "It’s alright. I dreamt of you recently actually"

       "Y-you have?“


   There was a short silence on Silver’s end.

   "What.. did you dream about?“

       "You leaving me”

       "…. oh…“

       "You must’ve had your reasons why you left”


   The ebony male bit his lip. What he said must’ve upset the other even further. Commanding his voice to calm down, he decided that it’s important to cheer Silver up, given how the younger male went out of his way to call him. The silence that hovered between them was thick and enough to choke air out of a man. The last thing he wants to do now was upset his former lover.

  But what the ivory hedgehog said next was the last thing Shadow had expected to hear from him.

   "By the way, how’s life with Sonic? Looking back, it’s sort of funny how you and him are together because you really didn’t like him; Don’t get the wrong idea tho! I’m really happy you two are happy with one another, honestly!” Silver quietly explained, wishing that Shadow doesn’t think otherwise.

   After all, it was him that left, it was him that ruined their happy relationship by leaving. He didn’t have the right to get mad or jealous of who is now taking his place beside Shadow’s bed.

   Shadow took a breath before answering “He made my life better, and he’s been there for me since” he replied. However, his thoughts were slowly becoming a mess as his more honest feelings were coming out.


'He helped me when I was at my darkest moment in my life after you left. He was there when I was was lost, guiding me back into reality. He found me, and never left. He stayed by my side after you left me alone, hurt, heartbroken, confused, lost, angry, betrayed. He made me feel what it’s like to love someone after spending so long in desperation and desolation. You ruined me, but he brought me together again’

   The dark male could feel his blood boiling as he remembered the pain he endured when Silver left him without a word.

♫~And does he know you’re talking to me
Will it start a fight?
No I don’t think she has a clue~

   "Shadow? Shadow? Did you fall asleep?“ The younger hedgehog spoke, bringing Shadow out of his thoughts. It was only now that he realized how tightly he was grabbing the sheets beneath him. Clearing his throat, Shadow did his best to calm his raging emotions. He had gotten over that; he’s supposed to have gotten over that.

   "I’m awake; I saw Sonic move” A lie “Anyway; How are you and.. Mephiles? Does he know you’re calling me? He might get mad”

   This made Silver look over his shoulder and see his sleeping lover oh so lovingly spooning him. Smiling softly, he put his hand over the other’s and intertwined their fingers.

   "He won’t. He was actually the one who insisted that I’d call you"

♫~Well, my girl’s in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you~

    ’He did what?’

Crimson eyes widened, and the only words he could think of was “Why?”

   Shadow heard Silver take a deep breath “He said I needed it. For closure” A sigh escape from the other’s lips “I guess I really do need the closure; it’s been so long, and I want to tell you everything, but it’ll take me forever to explain. B-But I want to say that, after disappearing for five years, I hope you can still find it in your heart to forgive me”

♫~I guess we never really moved on~


The younger male then squeezed his lover’s hand in his, his thumb gently caressing the engagement rings.

   "I had to find myself, Shadow, find myself for who I am and what I can do. And while I was searching… I found him. And he helped me find myself Shadow. I never left you out of hate; I left because I thought it would be for the best"

   When Silver didn’t hear a reply from Shadow, he continued.

   "I found it funny tho; I never thought that I’d fall in love with someone who looked like you. I guess, in a way, I’m never over you" He let out a bitter chuckle.

♫~It’s really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet~


   "I missed you a lot Shadow; I really do.“ The ivory hedgehog added "I missed talking to you, I missed hearing your voice, so much. Looking back, sometimes I imagine how our lives would be if I… if I hadn’t been stupid. We were happy.”

'We WERE happy’

Shadow mentally repeated, ruby eyes wandering to the sleeping form of his partner. Then, his eyes ventured to the necklace dangling from Sonic’s neck, the main piece being the ring he bought. His heart broke into two.

'That ring was supposed to be for Silver as a surprise; it was a ring he always looked at whenever we passed by the jewelry store, so I began working extra hours to earn enough money for it. I wanted to surprise him, I got promoted as well. The day I finally bought it to propose to him, I come home only to find that Silver was gone.’

The dark hedgehog felt a lone tear down his cheek

'Now, Sonic wears it around his neck; a promise that he’ll never leave my side’

♫~Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak~


Blinking away the tear, Shadow finally replied “If you’re wondering, yes I forgive you. Maybe it was for the best that this happened.” he said “I’m not saying that I’m glad you left; maybe that incident can be a lesson for the both of us”

   He heard Silver hum “Y-yeah… maybe it is. And thank you Shadow. For forgiving me. Honestly, I was expecting you’d drop the call the moment you found out it was me” he younger one admitted.

♫~And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel~


A part of his heart was still yearning for Silver, wanting to hold his precious ivory snowflake in his arms, to have him sleep by his side and to wake up to his bright smile. Another part however, is completely filled with his love for Sonic, and the wish to never hurt the azure hedgehog, just like how Silver hurt him. Then, a thought came to mind.

   "May I ask actually" Shadow began “Why did you call me suddenly? And closure for what?”

   Silver hesitated.

♫~It’s really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet~

   Silver glanced at his lover once more, as if he trying to gather the courage to tell Shadow. He squeezed Mephiles’ hand tighter

   "I called because… Mephiles and I are getting married in a few weeks.“

♫~Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak~


Hearing those words, Shadow felt his knees go weak.

They were engaged? Getting married?? All these years of silence and he calls to tell him he was getting married to someone else??


The crimson-streaked male felt a lump form in his throat, his mind blank. How would anyone react to that?? Your former lover leaves you behind for whatever reason, have not contacted for five years, suddenly calls one night only to say they’re getting married!

   Shadow felt his heart break even more at the thought of Silver getting married to someone else; his precious ivory whom he’s made so many promises and dreams with. Then, he felt another part of his heart form, saying that Silver belongs to him and no one else.

   As if sensing his distress, Silver gratefully spoke "It’s a shock, I know, I honestly… I couldn’t… Mephiles said that I really needed to talk to you for closure.” His voice began to quiver again “These past few weeks after he proposed, I couldn’t sleep well; the guilt was beginning to eat me alive. I remember all the promises we’ve made, and m-my thoughts were getting the best of me again after fighting against them so hard in the p-past years and…” He had to stop; the tears were threatening to come out and he was sure that if he continued to speak, he would end up sobbing again.

   He loves Mephiles with all his heart, no doubt there. He wouldn’t trade Mephiles for the world, since he helped him grow stronger. Shadow may have held his heart, but Mephiles was the one who fixed it.

♫~And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel~


And what Shadow said next made Silver tear up even more, and break his heart.

   "Shhh, calm down Silver, please. I don’t ever want to hear you upset.“ Oh Chaos even now Shadow was the one calming him down, even now he’s still the stronger of one of them, and even now, his concern for his well-being is heartfelt, just like old times.

   That was one of the things that Mephiles lacks; yes, he comforts him but for Silver, sometimes it was never enough. He missed the way Shadow was overly concerned for him. His fiance is not as romantically expressive as his previous lover, and in a way that was good, because he realized that he had become dependent to constant praising and assurance.

   Still, it didn’t mean that he longs for it from time to time.

   "No more tears, okay Snowflake?” The dark hedgehog whispered softly, using the pet name he gave the other all those years ago. And funny; he could almost see Silver in front of him, and, out of habit, reached out a hand to try and wipe the tears on the ivory male’s face, only to stop and realize that Silver wasn’t actually there.

   Shadow heard Silver take deep breaths, calming himself down.

♫~And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful~

    “I’m still as useless as ever after all this years” Silver joked, his voice still quivering but he has a better hold of himself now. “Thanks Shadow” He let out a breath “B-but yeah.. I really needed to get the weight off of my chest. Mephy was right; I really needed closure. I just wish I’d done it sooner than well… now. I called at a terrible time”
       "It’s alright" Shadow had to tell himself over and over that it didn’t hurt him one bit when he heard the nickname Silver gave his current lover.

   And he’s gonna regret asking this, but he was curious “What ring did he give you?”

   Now it was Silver’s turn to be confused, but he answered nonetheless “He bought me the ring I’ve always wanted; I don’t know how he knew that I really like the silver one with the turquoise finish since I never said anything. He just said that it suits me and complements my eyes”

   'So it’s the exact ring I bought for you…’

He knew he was gonna regret it. Oh how his heart was breaking even further, and he was starting to become possessive of the ivory hedgehog once more but he stopped himself. No, he shouldn’t be selfish; Silver deserves to be happy, even if it meant that he was no longer the reason the other was happy. Even if he was no longer the one making him happy. What they had in the past was part of the past; Silver has Mephiles, and he has Sonic. That is the present. That is the reality they are facing with right now.

   He has to truly and finally let go.

   "I remember you always looked at it when we passed by the jewelry shop. And your fiance is right; it does suit you. I’m happy you found someone who’ll make you happy for the rest of your life Silver, and who you’ll make happy" Shadow managed to smile softly. He meant what he said, every word.

♫~With the lips of an angel~


Ruby eyes darted to the digital clock by the bedside table, surprising him.

It’s already 3:20 in the morning?


“Oh wow” He uttered


       "It’s past 3 am in the morning”

       "Really? Wow.. We’ve been talking for over three hours"

       "It would seem so"

   They both shared a moment of silence.

   "I’m sorry for keeping you up this late" The ivory male was the first to break the silence.

       "It’s fine; it was good hearing from you again"

       "And it’s good talking to you again. I feel like something heavy finally lifted from my chest. Thanks for listening to me Shadow"

   Shadow felt his heart grow warm, and hummed as a reply.

   "Oh and Shadow?“ Silver suddenly added.


   Silver cuddled closer to Mephiles, who’s embrace tightened around his waist “You and Sonic are welcome to the wedding. I’ll send you an invitation, if you want to go, that is. I’m planning on sending everyone invitations actually” he yawned. He hadn’t realized just how tired he was.

   "Of course we’d go. Although, you better prepare yourself for the barrage of questions they’re gonna ask" The ebony male chuckled softly in the end


“Y-yeah. I’m still actually mentally and emotionally preparing myself for that, if they ever want to attend at least”

      “Trust me. They would all attend. They miss you a lot, and are very worried about you”

   This time Shadow had decided to finally lay down beside Sonic, his free arm wrapping around his lover’s torso and his head sinking into the pillows.

   "Does this mean that you’ll contact us more often now Silver?“

       ”… yeah actually. I’d love to hang out with everybody again, just like old times.“

       "Silver, I just need to ask you; are you truly happy with Mephiles? You don’t have any regrets?” Shadow suddenly added. He wanted to make sure that Silver really was happy with his decision

   "Yes Shadow; I am truly happy and I am truly in love with Mephiles. What about you?“ Silver returned the question. And Shadow immediately answered.

       "I am very happy with my life with Sonic, and I wouldn’t trade him for the world.”

   Another yawn, although it was uncertain whose line it came from. Both were tired but both didn’t want the call to end, but they knew they had to end it, no matter how bittersweet they both felt. They had their own lives to live now, after all.

   "Well, thanks again Shadow. For everything. See you at the wedding?“

   Shadow nodded on his end "We’ll see you on your wedding day. Goodnight Silver”

       "Goodnight Shadow"

   And Silver was the first to drop the call.

  The ebony hedgehog sighed, placing the phone back beneath his pillow. He held Sonic close, taking in his scent. His heart was filled with so many emotions right now, and he had to sort them out once he wakes up from his sleep. Shadow buried his face in Sonic’s soft quills. Eyes closing, he finally joined his lover in slumber.

♫~Honey why you calling me so late?~

I love you -Raph

Your leg’s felt like lead as you dragged your way through the apartment. Between Raphael’s heat and your insane work schedule you were fatigued to say the least.  Your forehead resting on the refrigerator while you contemplated dinner. The smell of pizza wafting through your apartment.

“Raphael?” You inquired as you contemplated whether or not you could physically handle another round of mating heat pounding.

Straightening your shoulder’s you walked the small gap to your living room. Raphael standing awkwardly with your pajama’s in hand, a pizza to his right.

“Raph? What’s going on babe?” You asked walking towards the large turtle. Finger’s resting on his masive bicep’s as your brows furrowed. His hand setting down the pizza on your speaker.

“I uh, I realized after the mating haze. Well I sort of *ahem* ignored your needs. Soooo.” His hands hitting his side while he said everything. Fingers coming up to remove your jacket. His lips working together in focus. Sure you had made love but love in service was different. He just didn’t want to fuck it up.

When he moved to unbutton your blouse he blushed. Usually he would pop them off or just thrust your top up. In the haze of his mating frenzy he had forgotten his love for you.  The love in your eye’s he never imagined would exist, swell of your breast when you inhaled deeply, or the tender swell in his chest when you touched him gently. Your action’s making him feel like the man he wanted to be rather than the monster the rest of the world thought him to be.

When you were standing in your jean’s and bra he blushed. His head turning slightly away, mouth trying to catch up with his thoughts.

“You’re beautiful.” He finally said staring you in the eye’s. When you went to hug him, he lifted you tenderly laying you on the couch. His thumb’s working the front button’s of your jean’s down.

“Raphael, I love you.” Lightly pecking his lips while he removed your panties replacing them with your fuzzy Captain America shorts. His thumb rubbing over your extended stomach. Your 3 moth bump just starting to show.

He grabbed a slice of pizza onto a paper plate putting it in your lap. Then sitting down he placed your feet in his lap, rubbing the soles of your feet in slow motion.

Raph watched you enjoy your pizza. After two slices accompanied by a 15 minute foot massage your eye’s began to close.

“Raph….” You mustered out before your eye’s closed for the next 8 hours. Raph cradled your sleeping form staring down at you.

He never thought anyone would love him. Now here he was with a beautiful woman in a 2 year relationship. A child on the way that he still couldn’t believe was real. His life was perfect.

“I love you so much. Someday we’ll be married.” Raph said to your prone form his lips grazing your temple.