bakerstreet | They protecc, they atacc

Entry tags:

They protecc, they atacc

PROTECTOR/PROTECTED
shipping meme

There’s no real push to your actions; you do them as if they were second nature. Perhaps, initially, you were assigned this role, as protector and guardian of this person. Maybe you took it on because there was no one else. A natural guardian or not, good or evil, you caught a shining to them and felt…something. Something hard to explain, but you want to keep them safe and happy - or at the very least, content. No one is as dedicated to them as you. You want them to reach their goals; to help them achieve them, you'll do what you must, even if it means being their gofer or their right hand.

But most of all, you don't want them to end up like you. They're worth more than that.

Yet somehow, along the line, you became more to them, more than just their protector. You protect them anew and you've found a different way to make them happy. It's selfish, too, because you love them in your way and you want them more than anything. You may feel guilty, of course. They don't, though, and that's what matters.

Comment with your character, preferences, and what you'd prefer to play: protector or protected.
Remember, you don't have to be so rigid. A traditionally weak character can "protect" a traditionally strong one in emotional ways.
Reply to others.

Promise ✖ You told them you would take care of their lover, no matter what. You intend to follow through with that.
Close ✖ What are friends for if not taking care of unfinished business?
Debt Owed ✖ Kindness or favor has to be repaid, even if it's an investment in someone else.
Atonement ✖ Whether or not you particularly cared for the person who's gone is irrelevant. You just need to make up for past sins.
No Good ✖ You're taking care of the one left behind, but not out of good intentions. There may be ulterior motives here - no, there are definitely ulterior motives here. Or maybe this is the one good thing you've done in your life.
Guilt ✖ It's your fault that you're here and their significant other isn't. It's a paltry repayment.
Bearer of Bad News ✖ You can't blame them for wanting to shoot the messenger. You are telling them their lover is dead.
Related ✖ In days past, the living partner would be cared for by their dead partner's family. As a sibling or cousin of the deceased, you want to continue that tradition and take care of "family."
Wo/man Up ✖ Actually, their lover isn't dead, they're just dead to you, unable or unwilling to take care of business. You're stepping up.
Friends ✖ You were all friends before, so it's only natural for you to want to look out for them now.
Derisive ✖ ...this is the person they loved so much? This is who you're supposed to protect? Pathetic.
Resentful ✖ You can never forgive them. They're the reason your lover is dead, no matter how they treat you.
What They Saw in You ✖ You're beginning to see why someone would love them, how they'd want to give up their old ways and change. It's almost...nice.
Warming Up ✖ If you didn't get along at first, the claws are being put away now. It's better to at least be civil, isn't it?
Still in Danger ✖ Whatever killed one half of the pair is still out there, and the other half is in danger themselves.
Other Complications ✖ Not only did your mutual acquaintance leave behind a lover, but also children. You find yourself getting closer and closer to them, too, even if they aren't yours.
Compromised ✖ You can't look after them with a level head. You love them.
Can't Love Again ✖ You've lost before. You can't risk losing again, can you?
Out of the Dark ✖ One or both of you find yourselves in a hole. You can barely eat, hardly sleep, and depression has taken hold of you. Together, though, you may find the light and a way out of despair.
First Time ✖ Simply what it says. You two have taken your relationship to the next level.
Changed ✖ Before, you were bitter. Hard. Jaded. Now, helping someone - specifically, helping this person - has brought a new kind of joy into your life. You could get used to it. Easily and dangerously used to it, to be brutally honest. You shouldn't allow it.
Living Together ✖ You can take care of them more throughly if you're in the same place as they are, obviously.
Hidden Jealousy ✖ When their lover was alive, you were jealous of everything they had - including the fact that they had the person you're looking after now. Admitting this may make you feel like the most awful person in the world.
Secrets Revealed ✖ Eventually, your involvement with the death of their beloved will come out, and they will never be able to look at you the same way.
Dependent ✖ Replacing one unhealthy habit with another, you've become utterly dependent on your relationship with your caretaker, your guardian, your lover.
Won't Be a Replacement ✖ You can't help but feel as if you're merely serving as a stand in for what they've lost. It's understandable, yet you still can't allow yourself to be that and only that.
Not Really Gone ✖ What is dead should stay dead, but what if who you thought was gone isn't really out of the picture? Will they be happy with finding someone else so cozy and in love with their special someone?
The Same Mistakes ✖ You're falling into the same patterns that lead to their death. Will you meet the same fate?
Who's Helping Who ✖ You think you're taking care of them and helping them through their loss. Is that the case? But who's never been this happy before in their life?
Move On ✖ It's time to put ghosts to rest and let old demons go. You can't let your life become a graveyard.
Tragedy ✖ The ending is unhappy or even deadly for both of you.
Happy Ending ✖ In contrast to the above, you're both able to live as together as happily as you possibly can, whatever can be allowed.
WILDCARD

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only | Expand All

And to think, I barely get any practice. I guess I'm a natural.

[He smiles and rolls them. It's easy to achieve, hands on his hips and a twist. With his strength it's easy. This puts Billy on top of him and he smiles.]

I'm asking for it, Billy. I wanna feel you surrender to your needs. Surrender to all I can give you.

[Billy's hands fall to brace against the mattress as they switch places, a hint of uncertainty remaining on his features. Surrendering can be frightening, even to pleasure. But David is so tempting, so yielding, it's almost impossible to resist.

He starts slow, despite his assurances, pushing past his lips, testing the waters to be sure he didn't loose himself straight away.]

[Slow is good. Slow is perfectly fine. He looks up at Billy, and there might be a smirk on his lips if they weren't already so pleasantly occupied, wrapped around Billy. He hums lightly even as his tongue flashes over the tip of Billy's shaft as he pushes in. Can't help the way his hands come up to Billy's hips, gripping them lightly but pulling forward, clearly to encourage Billy to do more.]

H-have you thought about this before?

[He's avoided specifics before now, distancing himself from David's feelings to try and spare them both from surrendering, but given that his cock is currently in the grip of that wonderfully hot mouth there's no real harm in giving into the curiosity.

He thrusts a little deeper, a little quicker, groaning softly, still holding back, but that much closer to surrendering completely.]

[How exactly is he supposed to answer that right now, Billy? Know ASL? He could probably sign at the witch, but it's not like Billy would understand. Doesn't even want to nod because he doesn't want to make this physically uncomfortable. So instead he meets Billy's gaze as he sucks at his length, hard. Was it wrong to hope that was a sufficient answer? Not enough? Fine, he hums, trying to get a nice 'uh-huh' with it.]

[Right. Well, leave to Billy to be just as awkward in this as he is in all things. A heat colours his cheeks, realizing David's mouth is a little too full to be answering questions, an apologetic and somewhat teasing grin finding its way to his face.]

I think I had a dream once that was a lot like this.

[Because while Billy tried to make a point not to fantasize about his friends, or anyone besides Teddy, his dreams were beyond his control.]

[A dream like this? With David? The very idea of it is beyond unexpected, beyond impossible. But it's such a beautiful idea that he moans around Billy. One of his hands slips from Billy's hips. How could it not? It's not nearly as satisfying to stroke himself through his pants. The idea of it is amazing. To have been the dream of someone else.]

[The reaction surprises Billy a little, flush spreading, and he thinks how best to elaborate, not really having David's skill or confidence with this sort of talk, but wanting to encourage that lovely reaction. He blocks certain details from his mind, such as the fact that the dream had heavily featured Teddy as well. That detail won't help either of them just now.]

You were just as sure in the dream. I remember that. Got that part right at least.

[As if either Teddy or Billy would ever share the other. But there's even a little chuckle as David keeps working against his hand, the other hand gripping Billy's hip tighter, even moving himself up the shaft just a bit, to bob some after Billy. What? He knows what he wants, and he's getting it.]

[Likely not in real life.

Billy laughs, and lets himself push deeper, breath trembling, pace quickening, fucking his mouth with a growing urgency.

Magical touches seem to caress David, touching where Billy can't reach, not entirely a conscious act.]

You- you're so-

[Well that wasn't something David expected, at all. He moans louder, his body moving unconsciously into the touches that aren't even there. That can't be there. But it feels great. Feels amazing. Damn, he wished that he had the ability to be that much for Billy. Instead he's a warm mouth and a talented tongue and happiest with how he can make Billy lose all ability for a real, full sentence.

His hand moves from himself to grip Billy's ass, squeezing to try and get him to jerk forward. After a moment he shifts so his fingers can tease lightly at Billy's hole. NO intention of pushing in because damn, that would be wrong with a lack of something to make it smooth, but he will tease.]

Nnnn-

[Billy whines, a needy, desperate sound, rocking with an unsteady rhythm, want all but dripping from him with David's added teasing. That want manifests itself with his magic, David's fingers suddenly wet with lube.]

[Oh. Oh holy fuck. There's a curious noise for a brief moment. Sure, he got that desire is what drives Billy's magic, but he also knew that very little of it came without an oral component. This was insane. And he couldn't help how eager that made him. Here he'd thought he'd be able to offer Billy his mouth alone, because he couldn't get what he might wanted. Which was everything. Fucking hell.

Billy wants him enough for this? Oh, he's taking that unspoken request. Just circles briefly before pushing his finger slowly in.]

[Loki's teachings helped encourage more exploration of that non verbal side to his magic, but honestly, Billy's magic works best when instinctive and raw. There's very little conscious thought behind any of the magic he's performing at the moment, hardly aware he's done it, but grateful as hell to feel the press of that finger, sighing in thanks.]

David-

[Yes, his name, said so raw and hungry. Good, beyond good. He hums in response as his finger slides just a bit deeper in. Slides it in and wiggles a little, happy to slowly work Billy's body open. What more could he do? That noise was beautiful.]

[His moments have slowed down to shallow thrusts, caught up in the sensation of that probing finger, head bowed.]

Please-

[He's not even sure what he's asking for-]

[This wasn't what he intended, and he doesn't care anymore. His finger slips from Billy and he moves, rolling them both once more. Which frees his mouth.]

Fuck, wanted that bad. But you want more than that. You need more than that, don't you? Want more than that?

[Billy whines with the loss, and pants, nodding faintly, face hot. He does. More desperately than he can fully understand.]

I need you- I need this, David-

[There's an apologetic note to his voice, some part of Billy still feeling guilt.]

When you say things like that, I don't even know how to restrain myself.

[His clean hand moves Billy's legs part because he needs to be between them. Desperately. Fucking hates that he's still in his pants and he doesn't have a bottle of lube. But he leans in again and gets his finger slipping back into Billy. This is wrong, and a wrong he doesn't want to think about. Because thinking would make him stop. And he doesn't want to stop, he just wants to feel. Wants this stolen time.]

You can have everything you want. I'm yours.

So don't-

[He shouldn't be encouraging this. He knows it deep down, but they're both too far gone to turn back now.

And as though he can read David's wants- his pants seem to fade away as he fits against him, groaning encouragingly.]

Want you. Don't stop- please-

[It was safe here. No dark thoughts. Just love, and pleasure and no memories to haunt him.]

[Okay, that's definitely going to be an issue later because it wasn't like he brought many pairs. And he liked those ones. For now he just groans at the possibilities magic give.]

Bottle of lube, Billy. Please.

[His mouth comes down onto Billy's shaft again as he keeps working with the finger he's already got slick to slide into him, further, curling a bit as it moves.]

[Magic doesn't always follow logic, but logic would dicate that if he can banish them he can retrieve them about as easily. Or at least David better hope he can. That could be awkward.

He murmurs a spell under his breath, half lost in a groan, head lulling back, and a bottle appears on the bed beside them.]

[Damn that is useful. Should ask for condoms too, fuck he's too scatterbrained right now. He can wait until he's got Billy ready and truly falling apart. His mouth leaves Billy again and he smirks down at the smaller man.]

So talented. So beautiful. And so eager. I can't believe how beautiful your voice is like this. Never imagined it. I tried, but I did you no justice.

[Got to believe that bottle is grabbed and uncapped, his finger slipping from Billy so he could properly slick a second to push into Billy.]

[He gives a dismissive sort of a laugh, pink and smiling up at him at the praise. ]

Can barely- hh- barely form a sentence.

[He pants and bites down on his lips to try and quiet himself.]

Don't be quiet. Please Billy, I want your voice. I want to always live with the memory of how you sound.

[His mouth finds the inside of Billy's thigh to kiss and suck as he spreads his fingers, spreads and thrusts and curls. He's definitely got some experience here. It's an efficient prep, and no doubt pleasurable.]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject