#<- words that apparently make me weak kneed and short of breath

[bnuuybutt]

a few nights ago a girl pinned me down and called me a fragile specimen with all the cold detachment and bemused curiosity of a scientist seeing what gross thing grew her in petri dish and i have ceased to be normal since

#can i run an experiment on you? #<- words that apparently make me weak kneed and short of breath #learning a lot

[sunflowersoonyoung]

honeyed | jinho

w.c ↠ 2.5k

pairing↠ jinho x fem! reader

genre/s ↠ smut (light bondage, overstimulation, fem!oral), incubus! jinho, soft dom! jinho, supernatural au!, office au!

description ↠ falling asleep at work leads to an oddly realistic dream about your hot boss Jinho

warning/s ↠ suggestive themes, supernatural themes

a/n ↠ wow okay can you tell that jinho is my ptg bias. I seriously thirsted over him in this oneshot. this is one of my favourite smuts I've written here! I wrote it carefully and reread it three times so I'm proud of it :)

tags ↠ @prismwon

-

Anxiety washed over you from head to toe, rising with each passing second. You clasped a trembling hand to your chest to feel your heart fluttering against your ribcage.

Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself before pushing open the glass door to work.

The publishing office was bright with mellow, natural lighting, an open room dotted with large desks cluttered with stationary. Some of your coworkers had already arrived and had busied themselves with various tasks - bustling distractedly around the room.

“G-Good morning, everyone!”

You tried to announce your presence as boldly as you could; despite this, barely anyone bothered to even glance in your direction. You swallowed nervously and made a bee-line for your desk.

New to the workforce and fresh from University, acclimatising had been a difficult journey. No one was willing to sacrifice any precious time to help you - or even welcome you, for that matter. You felt utterly ostracised by the team. They had all apparently established their clique, and you were not invited.

The one exception had been the lead editor: Jo Jinho, your boss and the office eye candy.

“Good morning, (F/n).”

As if reading your thoughts, Jinho’s melodic voice drifted over your shoulder. You swallowed, feeling sweat prickle your armpits in response to his presence.

“You look bright today. I hope you’re making good progress on that manuscript.”

You pivoted in your chair to face him, in turn becoming stricken by his gaze. There was something unusual about Jinho, something that had successfully hypnotised many of your coworkers, including yourself.

He was impossible to resist. From his handsome exterior to his pleasant interior, he was genuinely mesmerising - like the sunrise in the morning after a cold night.

“Y-Yes, thank you,” you stammered, forcing a polite smile. Jinho’s smile in response was a thousand watts bright, his creased eyes just as radiant.

He was gone just as quickly as he had appeared, interacting with everyone else on the path to his desk. Your nerves melted from your taut muscles, and you breathed a sigh of relief, secretly thankful that Jinho had moved on. Being beneath his attention was too challenging to handle. You withdrew your laptop from your bag and made a start on work for the day.

Unfortunately, your concentration was coming through like a sputtering hose. You were not yet accustomed to working in a room with ten other people and limited silence.

Your attention drifted around the office. You observed conversations, watching as a young girl was scolded; a middle-aged man answered the phone with a frustrated visage.

You could not help but become drawn to Jinho.

He was hovering over someone’s shoulder - Seunghee, you vaguely remembered her name to be. Girls in the editing team tended to ask him for help suspiciously frequently. It was apparent they all simply longed after Jinho’s presence.

Admittedly, it was tempting. In that position, you could feel his breath against your ear.

You quickly became absorbed in observing him. It was not just his pretty features. His expressions were genuine, his explanations clear and concise. Fully believing you were free to admire him, you forgot your surroundings and lost yourself.

Abruptly, Jinho’s gaze shifted from Seunghee’s work to you. It was such a subtle shift that you almost failed to notice it. Electricity shot across your skin upon realisation, heat blossoming from your ears to your cheeks.

Though it was too late, you looked back to your computer screen. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see him grinning. That cruel image worsened your embarrassment.

As your mind buzzed with thoughts of Jinho’s grin, you struggled to return your focus to the manuscript as much as you tried. You huffed frustratedly.

“Everything okay, (F/n)?”

You wondered with horror if he intended to make things more difficult. Your humiliation should have been apparent, and yet here he was, standing directly behind you with a hand resting on the back of your chair.

“Y-Yes,” you responded, refusing to tear your eyes from your laptop. You could hear your voice quaking.

His palm settled on your desk, confining you. It was no longer possible to pretend he wasn’t there. His face was far too close for you to deal with.

“Really? Hmm,” He hummed, “There must be some other reason you were staring at me then.”

You could not even begin to imagine how crimson your face was. Was Jinho teasing you? It certainly felt like it.

He snorted faintly, withdrawing. On the edge of your vision, you could see him smiling broadly.

-

After getting very little work done for the rest of the afternoon, you opted to stay behind and work overtime. The manuscript was due tomorrow evening, after all.

The office buzz began to fade, gradually declining till the room was entirely quiet. The only thing disconnecting the silence was the sound of fingers against keyboards.

You decided to take a short break as your fatigue began to increase. Shadows from the night sky crept across the floor. Usually, you liked to be fed and warm at home by this time. Your eyelids were heavy, your thoughts sluggish and tired.

It was only you and Jinho remaining at this stage. You had managed to keep your thoughts away from him until now. He was wrapped up in his work; his face blank with concentration. Sighing, you ignored him and returned to your own business.

The words on your laptop screen began to blend with each passing second. You squinted, blinking rapidly to counter the weariness that was dousing you like warm water. You had never been so tired at work - it was as if you were being dragged down by an invisible force, and nothing you did could stop it. It was a similar sensation to having too much alcohol.

Before you knew it, your head had lulled onto the cold desk, crumpling the papers in front of you.

-

Alarm overwhelmed your thoughts as you lifted your head from your desk.

You could not believe you had fallen asleep at work. Rubbing your eyes, you looked towards Jinho’s desk in panic, hoping to apologise and then flee. Relief washed over you - his chair was empty. Perhaps he had gone home.

Strangely enough, the room was hazy. Instead of its usual white light, it was rose-tinted and clouded. It did not look familiar to you.

“You fell asleep? How cute.”

You blinked, and Jinho seemed to appear directly beside you, seated on the table with one leg crossed over the other. He was admiring you, cupping his cheek whilst wearing an affectionate smile.

It took a moment for you to react; your head was abnormally thick, so your thoughts were slow, but once you realised what was happening, you became flustered.

“Your face tells me everything - your expressions are so honest. It’s adorable.”

Jinho leapt smoothly to his feet, circling you to place his hands on the back of your swivel chair and then rotating you till you were facing him. You could do nothing, frozen with anticipation and unsure what to expect next.

He leant in closely, leaning on the armrests, and you held your breath. His nose was close enough to brush against yours, yet his expression was unchanged - still as sweet as usual.

“Why don’t you let me make you feel good?” He hummed. His gaze was direct, and you swooned inwardly when you finally met it. In contrast to his soft nature, his eyes were hard. You tried to swallow but your throat had gone dry.

“Wh-what if someone sees?” You stammered shyly.

Jinho chuckled, his eyes crinkling in amusement, “no one will see. I promise.”

He placed his hands on your knees, maintaining eye contact as he rubbed reassuringly. He pushed his hands up your thighs, catching the fabric of your skirt and baring your thighs to the air. You could not look away, dizzyingly mesmerised by him. Your head was getting light and hot.

Finally, Jinho kissed you. It was a shallow, chaste kiss that tasted of vanilla and made you feel as if you were melting into the chair.

You could not split your concentration between the kiss and the way his warm palms rubbed against your thighs. The combination was causing a spike of burning excitement to prickle between your legs.

He parted from you with a soft pop and offered you a hand. You were too flustered and weak-kneed to stand steadily, but it hardly mattered - Jinho did not make you stand for long.

“Let me taste you, gorgeous.”

Jinho was simultaneously gentle and firm as he guided you to his desk, carelessly sweeping it clear. You gasped when he spun you around, essentially folding you over the surface. The varnished wood was cold through the thin fabric of your shirt, momentarily sobering you to reality.

With your ass in the air, he hitched up your skirt to reveal your underpants. You were uneasy about the fact that you could not see what he was doing.

“Hands behind your back, please.”

This was Jinho’s first true order.

The way his voice dropped a few notes sent chills down your spine, goosebumps travelling across your skin. You were trembling as you obeyed, swallowing a nervous squeak when he loosely wrapped fabric around your wrists, tying them together.

“I’m not punishing you, sweet. It’s just some extra fun for you,” Jinho reassured. Admittedly you were both anxious and aroused by his decision to tie you up. It made your heart pound fast against your ribcage.

With you properly restrained, Jinho determined that it was time to begin his ministrations.

His fingers ran up and down your slit through your underwear before hooking the fabric and drawing it aside. You strained against your bonds and arched your back when he made direct contact with your pussy. It was only a subtle touch, and yet pleasure was already rippling across your body.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?”

Jinho’s voice was dripping with honey, and yet his fingers were cruel. He grazed your clit with his fingertip and then dragged his finger back down between your lips and teased your entrance with slight pressure, and then repeated this process.

He was not entirely giving in to you, and you were becoming so sensitive that tears of desperation were beginning to sting your eyes.

“J-Jinho .... please,” you pleaded, feeling helpless - frantic for more.

“Please, what?” He hummed in response, “Tell me what to do, sweet, and I’ll do it. Use your words.”

Despite being dazed and overwhelmed, you still managed to respond, albeit in a small voice, “I-I want your lips and your fingers.”

“Of course, sweet.”

He pressed his thumb directly to your clitoris, and you gasped, toes curling. He languidly rolled his thumb, observing you whilst cleverly allowing your pleasure to build. Your focus honed in on his touches, no longer paying attention to the noises passing through your lips.

“The more I touch you, the prettier noises you make,” Jinho commented.

Abruptly, he filled you up with his forefinger. Your breath hitched in your throat, hardly expecting him to make that leap.

You cried out when his lips sucked in your clitoris, gradually fucking you with his finger. He eased you into a swift orgasm, pressing fluttering kisses to the backs of your thighs while you trembled.

“Good girl~. One more time?”

Before you could respond, Jinho had added a second finger and was pistoning them inside of you much quicker than earlier. You were incredibly wet thanks to your orgasm, and he seemed to be using that to his advantage.

His tongue teased your swollen clit, and you sobbed, “I-I’m too sensitive!” Seemingly uncaring, Jinho dragged you into a second, far more intense orgasm that had your legs thrashing and drool spilling out onto the desk.

Your ears were ringing, but you could hear Jinho chuckling as he removed himself.

“Was that too much?” He mused, cleaning his fingers with his mouth, “Can you take any more?”

You were still an empty shell, electricity and heat clinging to your skin mingled with a sheen of sweat. His hands smoothed over your ass cheeks, a comforting action that made your heart soften. You twisted around to look at him dazedly.

Jinho was just as gorgeous as ever, though he had lost some of his neatness. The restraint around your wrist was apparently his necktie, which was missing, and he had undone his button-up shirt to reveal a sliver of his flawless chest. He combed his fingers through his hair, gleaming at you proudly.

“The look on your face tells me you want more,” he purred, rolling his hips against your backside. You mewled and rocked backwards, feeling his hard cock straining through his pants. You had never been so delirious, hungry to feel every inch of him.

“Ho~ such an insatiable girl,” Jinho unzipped his pants, sliding the tip of his cock over your slick folds. Even that simple action felt incredible.

“Oh, my God.”

Jinho filled you up, stuffing you in one lazy stroke. You were so full, your pussy throbbing delightfully around him.

“Please,” you begged, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck you, “Jinho-ah, please.” He scoffed in response before giving in to your desires.

The way he fucked you was utterly sadistic in contrast to his sweet nature. He was relentless in the way his hips slammed against yours, no longer offering you any mercy. You were defenceless to him, only able to dig your nails into your palm whilst bracing yourself.

“So tight,” he groaned, hanging his head back in bliss.

He angled his hips upwards, the head of his cock meeting a sweet spot. You started contracting around him, the pleasure in the pit of your belly peaking.

“I’m gonna-,” you managed to slur out before you came hard, so hard that stars speckled behind your clenched eyes. You practically ascended into the ceiling, losing all sense of Jinho’s thrusts and anything else around you.

Ink drowned your vision as you passed out.

-

“(F/n)?”

Your head was weighty as you lifted it, heat throbbing between your legs in response to the vivid dream you had just woken from.

Jinho was peering down at you, his hand warm on your shoulder.

“You should go home if you’re so tired,” he sighed, wearing a concerned expression. You were in shock, simply unable to process that what had just occurred had been entirely in your head. You could still feel his thickness inside you, still feel the intense climax he had given you.

“Are you okay? You look flushed,” Jinho cocked his head, the worry growing on his face. You waved your hand dismissively.

“I-I’m fine. I should go home.”

He hovered nearby as you packed away your laptop, silently observing you. You were ready to leave when he finally broke the silence.

“Let’s do that again,” Jinho suggested innocently, his smile no different from his usual one, “you’re so cute when you beg.”

#pentagon #pentagon x reader #pentagon smut #pentagon fanfic #jo jinho #jo jinho x reader #jo jinho smut #jo jinho fanfic #jinho x reader #jinho smut #jinho fanfic #Kpop x reader #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #pentagon imagines #jinho imagines

[miraculousmarifan]

Felinette Month 2020 - Day 11: Ballroom Dances

Sorry for the delay on day 11 of the @felinettenovember​ prompts! I found out my spouse had the night off yesterday, which throws my after work plans out the window, since he wants to spend time with me (crazy right?). Add in writer’s block for the entirety of my remaining writing time and a complete change in idea 0this morning and you’ve got this. If the motivation ever returns (after November ends) I might try to finish my original plan for this (more of a throwback to when my high school included a short unit about dancing during gym) and give you another Felinette dancing fic.

So here’s some fluff and accidental reveals.

Chat!Felix and definitely taking place near the end of their high school time. 

Around 1900 words

Patrols were Felix’s favorite part of the week. Not only did he get to run across the rooftops as Chat Noir, pushing himself to move faster and grow stronger, but he also got to see his partner. After the akumas started getting stronger, the two agreed that they should get together once or twice a week to spar. Ladybug was light on her feet and surprisingly strong, but he had raw mass on her and was using the patrol to build up his stamina. Modeling didn't cut it. Afterwards he would sneak out to find some extra food to supplement his diet and avoid dropping weight. Doing this for a few years had really improved his fighting and he felt this helped the pair stay in tune better during battles. He noticed they fell under an akuma's influence less than when it first began (him especially) and the battles seemed to be more contained. 

Tonight was different from their usual sessions though. Ladybug seemed too distracted during their sparring and he had the upper hand for too much of it.

"Something on your mind, L?" Felix asked, backing out of their chalk-drawn ring to signify his ending the exercise. He grabbed his water bottle and sat near the edge of the roof. Her quiet steps marked the approach and she sat next to him.

"Yeah. Civilian life problems." She sighed out, slouching slightly. 

"Same. Would you like to share some general parts? If you don't want to, is it alright if I do?" Felix didn't want to pry. A few months into their partnership, they had a serious talk about his crush and the way his actions and words were making her uncomfortable. He took it to heart, examining where the line was, and worked to be better. It also helped their battle chemistry to know they could trust each other to listen and respect. It hurt Felix’s heart a bit to be rejected but if Ladybug's belonged to someone else, there wasn’t anything to do about it. 

"You can go first. I'm not sure how much I want to share yet…" she took another deep breath and pushed it out through her nose. Relaxation techniques. Both of them had learned a variety to try preventing either from becoming akumatized.

"As you've known for a while, I've been trying to move on from you since you told me you liked someone else a lot. I actually have a girl in my school that is pretty extraordinary. She's smart, very kind, and rather talented. Even my father likes her and he doesn't like anybody. I'm considering asking her to a school event that's coming up, as a date. However almost every guy in her class has had feelings for her and she declines everyone that gets the courage to ask her out, sweetly of course. Because that's how she is. Kind but firm," he couldn't hold back the sigh or keep his shoulders from the weight of his worry. Ladybug reached over and rubbed his upper back gently.

"Why not give it a try? She might just be waiting for the guy she likes to ask her. I would in her shoes… Plus you're a great guy, Chat! It could even be you!" she supplied encouragingly, turning to give him a smile. He knew she was probably correct about the first part, especially given how often she was right about Marinette. Every piece of vague advice she gave worked in his favor and actually was the reason he had managed to befriend her and started to view her differently.

"Yeah. You're usually right," the first word more of a sigh than actually spoken. He still felt nervous but her support eased it just a little. He wouldn't know unless he asked.

"Actually I’m worried about something kind of similar. I'm planning on going to a dance coming up and I want to ask the guy I like to a slow dance at it, if he comes. But I don't know how to dance and, based on a conversation with one of his friends, he was taught to ballroom dance… plus I always get weak-kneed around him so it makes me a little clumsy. So he probably wouldn’t want to dance with me anyway…" a blush spread across her cheeks as she spoke. He couldn’t help but laugh internally at the coincidence that her school would have a dance coming up too. He guessed it must be the season for it though. 

"I can help you out with that, if you'd like. Part of it at least. I have taken some waltz lessons for different events my father forced me to attend." Felix slowly climbed to a standing position and offered a hand to his partner. She accepted and rose.

"I forgot that your family attends formal events like that… I really appreciate your help!" A little of her usual shine came back. Amazing how much hope can light up someone's eyes.

With her assent, he began explaining and demonstrating the basic steps, positioned her arms in the air before her so he could correct posture, then had her practice without a partner initially. Then he began explaining leading and stepped in to demonstrate what it was like having a partner.

She was not great at the start, however with her focus and already light feet, she picked up on the dance relatively quickly. By the end of this lesson, she at least could hold up with the basics.

"Would you like to practice this again in the next week or two?" He offered, proud at the progress she made in such a short time. She affirmed that she wanted to practice more, the two deciding once a week for the next three weeks would be ideal. Before parting for the night, he reminded her to practice the steps on her own each night if she really wanted to be confident in them, especially in her dress and shoes once she had them.

Over the next few weeks, Ladybug was dutiful in her practice and lessons and improved drastically. Felix couldn’t help but wonder if her transformation helped or if she really was this graceful in her civilian life. If she was, it would seem like a dead giveaway to him.

Felix, on the other hand, had not built up his courage enough to ask Marinette to be his date to their school dance. She seemed so busy helping the student council prepare for it, just another responsibility of class representatives. He only had one more week to ask her as his school dance took place the next Saturday.

"I'm confident that you're good enough for a simple dance, L. I'm pretty sure you could even handle it if he threw in some turns. You don't have any reason to worry!" Felix assured his partner after their last practice session. It seemed her nerves weren't any calmer than his. 

"Thanks. I'm sure it can't be more of a disaster than some of the other things that have happened around him… Did you ask that girl out yet?" She looked expectantly and he couldn't help but avoid eye contact.

"Not yet… she has been rather busy so I don't want to bother her. As far as I know, she isn't going with anyone though," he answered reluctantly, running his hand from the back of his neck forward.

"Oh Chat, you can do this. It's just one moment of courage and then the two of you either move on with your lives or go on a date and decide where to go from there!" Ladybug clearly was excited for him, completely confident that the results would be fine. Felix wished he could tap into that enthusiasm. 

"I'll do my best… maybe I'll visit her and ask outside of school…" he tried to sound assured. Maybe I'll feel less pressure asking outside of school. He also began planning to himself how he would ask too. It hadn't occurred to him until then that he might want to do something more than just say it. He should probably bring her something she likes when he asks.

"Good luck!" Ladybug shouted to him as they parted ways again.

At school on Wednesday, Marinette was surprised when Felix asked if he could stop by the bakery that evening. She agreed and asked if he wanted her to have anything ready. He assured her she didn't need anything for him and that he likely wouldn't be there too long. This didn't relieve any of her confusion at his sudden request. 

She was even more surprised when Felix brought her a bouquet of flowers and a spool of nice silk ribbon, and asked her to go to the school dance with her. She readily agreed and, pulling up a photo of the fabric she had used for her dress, asked if he minded the color scheme she had chosen before having a date. She even offered to make him a tie to match, if he wanted. He assured her he had one that would match well and she didn’t need to worry about anything else regarding the dance. They set a time for him to pick her up the following week before parting. Felix kissed her hand gently before walking to his car, hoping the small flirtation would be acceptable and indicated his sincerity. Marinette blushed and watched until his car had pulled into traffic. 

When Felix arrived at the bakery to take Marinette to the dance, he was unprepared for all of the pomp that accompanied it. First her parents took pictures of him before she came downstairs, (apparently they had been taking pictures of her preparing and gotten a few of her alone upstairs), and then there was the moment she came down.

She looked fantastic, hair done up in a single bun, with the flyaway pieces curling around her face and the ends of the pulled up strands curled slightly around the bun. The main body of her dress ended just above her ankles, however the sheer fabric layer on top hung to her toes in her 8 cm heels. The top was tighter around her waist and dropped down in a fashion that complimented her thin frame but didn't hug it. The scoop neckline was high and flat and the sleeves covered most of her bicep. Her necklace and bright smile completed her look.

Felix's mouth may have hung open but he was more focused on her than how he looked right then. When she hesitantly walked towards him, blushing beautifully, and asked what he thought of the dress she had designed, he's sure he said something coherent and complimentary beyond a single uttered "wow," no matter what her parents say. They took more photos of the pair posing together before letting them leave. Her parents decided that their favorite picture was very possibly the one catching the look on his face when he first saw her.

Felix was in for another surprise after he asked her for a slow dance, expecting Marinette to simply wrap her arms around his neck and sway, when instead she shyly asked if a waltz was okay, as that's the only slow dance she knew. He was thrilled by the coincidence and they became the center of attention with their perfectly timed waltz. If either was reminded of their costumed partner’s dancing, it was unconsciously. At the end of the night, he surprised her by asking if she would like to continue dating him. She said yes.

The next joint patrol between Chat Noir and Ladybug ended with excited and more detailed updates on their respective situations. Both were surprised at the accidental identity reveal.

#felinette month 2020 #felinette month #chat!felix #identity reveal #felinette #miraculous ladybug

[powerfultenderness]

Thunder Thighs Ch.3

[Chapter 1][Chapter 2]

Title: Thunder Thighs Ch.3

Rating: T

Pairing: Hux/Reader.

Chapter Summary: You may not have much choice in keeping your identity a secret once you and Hux are captured by mercenaries.

Word count:  1866

Warnings: Canon typical violence.

Notes: WIP. Not completed. 2nd POV. Female reader. Physical characteristics: nothing more detailed than “relatively average sized”.

[Thunder Thighs Chapter list] [Masterlist]

Taglist: @nadia-rosea​ @batsdothings​

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“You look tense, lady. Maybe while we ship your boss to the Resistance, we can help you relax.” The dirty mercenary behind you said as he herded you into a room with more men, all armed.

You ignored the room and turned your nose up at the merc. “Hmph. I’m a First Order officer, not a Rebel whore.”

The scarred man growled and yanked you back, pulling you right into his chest. “You’ll be whatever we say you’ll be.” 

“Get your filthy hands off of her!” 

Hux, quicker than you would expect, had the mercenary on the ground, his foot digging into the man’s throat before you could even throw an elbow. 

The other mercenaries drew their blasters, all aimed at Hux. 

“Enough!” 

Everyone looked at, who you assumed was, the boss. Despite the respect that his voice commanded from his subordinates, he seemed rather unassuming: average height, brown hair, brown eyes, earthy toned clothes. As unassuming as you apparently looked. You would not make the mistake of underestimating him. 

A few other men wrestled Hux off the scarred man and pulled him to safety. 

“Now,” the boss spoke again, “that was quite the reaction. Fucking your secretary, General Hux?” 

You bit back a gasp and looked down at your feet, the heat of embarrassment spreading across your face. From what you could tell, Hux remained stoic, probably glaring at the man.

The boss looked at the scarred man, “Did you search them?”

“We took their blasters as soon as they got on the shuttle.” His voice was already hoarse.

“So no.” The boss sighed, “Search her. And keep your hands to yourself this time, general.” To emphasize his order, he had his men aim their blasters at him again.

The man who searched you was so unnecessarily handsy that he almost missed the holopad in your jacket pocket, but the back of his hand hit the weight of it and you winced. He held the holopad up and his boss grinned, “So that’s what you were protecting, general. Not your sweet lover?” 

You squealed out of surprise, but if the men chose to think it was because you were scared and weak so be it, when your jacket was pulled off of you, leaving you in your white button down shirt. 

“Search him too.” 

They were rough with Hux, though not nearly as handsy. He too lost his jacket, left in a similar white button down, still somehow impeccably pressed after everything. Other than his blaster and commlink, both of which were already gone, Hux had nothing on him. If he needed anything carried, it was your job to carry it. 

“Clear.” 

“Restrain them and throw them in the cell.” 

Your hands were tied behind your back with some rope and you were led to the back of the room where there was an empty cell. It was the scarred man that herded you to the cell and some other big guy who pushed Hux along, or rather tried to. Hux walked fast enough that the man didn’t actually touch Hux at all until he was shoved into the dirty cell.

You turned back to the scarred man, walking backwards into the cell and tried to plead with him. “Ah, listen, if I get back to the Finalizer without that holopad I’ll be punished, probably demoted to sanitation! I gotta have that holopad back.” 

Instead of replying he backhanded you, sending you spinning onto the ground. Your sharp yell was cut short when you landed face first into the dirt. The scarred man even kicked a bit of dirt your way and spat at you for added insult. 

Hux, now leaning against the far wall, waited for the men to lock the cell and walk away before he said something. “Even I thought that was too dramatic.” 

You growled and pushed yourself up on your knees, “There’s sensitive information on that holopad, sir. I’m gonna get it back if it’s the last thing I do.” 

Hux raised a brow at you, wondering where his new assistant got the fiery confidence from, especially in this situation. “ Yes, well, we’ll need to get out of here first.”

You stood up and looked around, eventually finding your answer in a rusted and jagged pipe hanging down from the ceiling. It was too high up for you, and even Hux, to easily reach but as you contemplated jumping at it (and deciding that was a stupid idea) you kicked off your heels and looked at Hux.

“I have an idea, sir.” You started as you bent your knees and jumped quickly so you could slide your hands past your legs and bring them to your front.

“Impressive, but how does that help?” 

You pointed your hands up at the busted pipe, “If I can stand on your shoulders, sir, I can use that to cut my ropes.” 

He looked up at where you pointed and nodded, yes, that sounded like a start. “What do you need me to do?” 

You positioned yourself under the pipe and pointed at the ground, “Kneel down here.” 

When Hux kneeled down in front of you, his back facing you, you hesitated. “Uhm, your shirt will get dirty, sir.”

“It’s fine, just hurry up!” 

You nodded and placed one foot on his back, bracing yourself and letting him get used to the weight before you quickly pushed yourself forward and hoisted yourself onto his shoulders. You stretched out your arms for balance while he steadied himself. 

“Ok, ok. Now slowly stand up.” 

That was easier said than done and more than once you had to hop off and start over. After a few minutes the two of you were familiar with the weight and balance issue and in what seemed like one smooth motion you jumped onto his shoulders and he stood up. You thrust your hands out in front of you and your behind out as far back as possible for balance while Hux did his best to keep still. Slowly you relaxed and reached up and braced yourself on the pipe until you were certain of your balance.

Carefully you positioned your wrists over the sharpest part of the broken pipe, wary of how much trouble you’d be in if you cut yourself on that rusted piece of metal. You were so focused on sawing through the rope that you didn’t notice voices approaching. 

“Hurry!” 

“Almost. Got it!” You cheered as you wobbled on Hux’s shoulders and held onto the sturdiest part of the pipe with both hands.

Just as you cheered though, two guards rushed the cell, yelling something behind them, most likely calling for backup.

The cell door was thrown open and the guards, blasters in hand, rushed in. You acted before you and general Hux became target practice. You pushed off of Hux’s shoulders, simultaneously pushing both of you out of the line of fire of the two guards, and angled yourself so that you landed on the nearest guard. 

You landed with your knees on his chest, knocking the air out of him and disabling him long enough for you to slide up just enough to grip the man’s head between your thighs. He didn’t even have a chance to try to push you off, you squeezed your thighs together and slid them in opposite directions. It was a move you performed on a few occasions as “Thunder Thighs”, but this time the sickening crack that followed, though drowned out by adrenaline fueled blood rushing to your ears, was different. There were no sparks licking at your thighs, no pinches on your skin as broken metal and plastoids flying off of a droid. 

From that position it was easy to push yourself up and grab at the other man’s hands as you attempted to wrestle the blaster from him. You kneed the man’s gut and when he lurched forward from the pain you quickly moved behind him and kicked him behind his knees. He fell face first into the ground and dropped his blaster. As he flailed forward for his blaster you grabbed his partner’s blaster and fired, shooting him in the back and ending his life quickly. 

You panted for breath, blaster held low but still ready to fire, as you looked around for other threats. You waited a few seconds to see if there would be any more guards, but it seemed you took out these two relatively quietly. 

Where is general Hux?

You looked past the body of the second guard and saw Hux laying down partially on his side. You tucked the blaster into the waist of your skirt and began to search the guards, both of them had utility knives strapped to their blaster holsters which you grabbed before moving to Hux’s side. Aware that you likely didn’t have much time, you quickly and as carefully as you could cut Hux’s ropes.

Once his hands were free, you turned him over onto his back. He had a few scrapes and a definite bump forming on his forehead. “Oh kriff! Please don’t die on me, sir!” Especially not because you pushed him into that wall! 

You started to slap the side of his face, gently at first but when he didn’t wake up you hit him a little harder. “General. General. GENERAL!” You whisper shouted with each slap, getting louder the harder you hit. 

Finally with the last slap he let out a groan, “Hit me again, petty officer, and you’ll face that demotion.” 

“Oh! Thank the stars!” 

“What happened?”

You helped him sit up and dropped a utility knife and a blaster on his lap. “You don’t remember, sir?” And that was when you realized you could still hide your identity from him. Even if your fighting skills did save his life, if he found out that you were Thunder Thighs then he’d have you thrown in the brig as soon as you got back to the Finalizer. 

“Those two thugs came in when I was still standing on your shoulders, sir. And you tackled them, well, you tried to anyways. It was good though, you distracted them long enough for me to swipe one of their blasters and hit them from behind. They did get you on the head pretty good, though.” 

He stood on steady legs and slipped the knife in his waistband and rubbed his head with his left hand. “I see. Well, good work. Let’s get out of here before more show up.” 

“Yes sir.” You said as you were slipping your heels back on.

You tried to take point, leaving the cell before him, but he put a hand on your shoulder and none too gently pulled you back. “What are you doing, petty officer?”

“Uhm, taking point, sir. I am the expendable one, here.” 

He glared at you, and if it weren’t for the fact that you just took out two guards while he was unconscious, the glare would have scared you more. But at the moment you believed you were in better shape than he was. He probably had a concussion, after all. 

“I’ll take point, petty officer.”

Well, an order was an order. “Yes sir.” 

#hux x reader #armitage hux x reader #general hux x reader #thunder thighs #reader insert

[therealcalicali]

Excerpt - Lillesoster

"So, has it truly come to this?" You asked, the pain in your voice evident despite your best efforts. As you watched the man you loved struggle to look at you, your hands clutched the fabrics of your skirts. “Have things become this strained that you cannot even glance in my direction?”

You and Aethelred were stood on the balcony. But despite the cacophony of voices and music in the distance, you felt as if you were the only people in the world. But your one-time sweetheart didn’t appear so enchanted by the moment. 

In fact, you wondered if he had even missed you at all. 

Ever since the brief reunion at the docks, it was difficult to gauge his feelings. Sure he stole glances. But when you returned them, he always looked away. And as far as having any private time to converse, that was made impossible by Princess Judith.

Truly, the woman was like a witch. Always keeping you busy with one thing or another. But now, you were finally alone. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to matter. Because despite being away from prying eyes, Aethelred just stood there. 

And was it frustrating. You didn’t know whether to be angry or saddened by his demeanor.

If you could have, you would have slapped him. Not because you wished to hurt the Prince, but simply to get some type of reaction. It was vexing to be ignored! Aethelred was motionless as if made of stone. But perhaps, it was for the best. After all, the young man had been through enough already. 

Surely he could do without your "relationship” bringing more trouble upon his head.

“I.................I am confused.” You managed to say as your heart shattered into pieces. Taking small steps toward him, you kept your tears at bay. “But if you can, please try to forgive me. I never intended to make you feel as you do now. God knows that I only wish to see you happy.”

It hurt.

Of course it did. But you needed no words to understand why he was distant. You felt it too. The weight of being kept apart by powerful forces was overwhelming. And if you felt its pressure, no doubt Aethelred felt it even more.

After all, he didn’t have the type of family and friends you did. His entire life had been nothing but one sorrow after the next. Always the made to feel like an after-thought. Never good enough to those around him. Unable to receive the support and love he so desperately craved. 

Yet, here you were. Expecting him to make a sacrifice that would bring even more trouble upon his head.

Holding your skirts, you remained at a distance. Still, your heart was beating in your ears so loudly you swore Aethelred could hear it. Weak-kneed and sick to your stomach, you gazed at the Prince one last time. Hoping against all hope that he would somehow sense your longing.

Surely loving someone so deeply was bound to bring despair. But who would have thought it would happen so soon? 

“I’m.................I will return to the festivities, now. I hope the rest of your eve-------”

Instantly, Aethelred grabbed hold of your arm. 

It took a moment, but he finally set his eyes upon you. As you stared back at him, you were unsure whether to speak or to give him time to break the silence. 

Knowing he likely had much to say, you opted for the latter. But instead of saying a word, Aethelred pulled you close, pressing his lips to your forehead. As he towered over you, your anxiety eased. All you wanted now was for him to sweep you into his arms.

But you remained perfectly still, not wanting to ruin the moment.

As you were musing over what to do next, you felt his nose brush against your cheek. This was what you had been dreaming of for weeks. The sweet familiar scent of his skin and the way he teased your senses. It was worth more to you than all your worldly treasures.

Drawing even closer, you felt Aethelred’s warm breath upon your flesh. His soft lips gliding slowly from your jawline to the crook of your neck. First came a series of open-mouthed kisses that brought a smirk to your face. Then came a passionate bite, something he knew drove you mad.

As Aethelred’s hand moved from your arm, he slowly backed you into the darkest corner of the balcony. You were so enthralled by this, your breaths began coming out in short labored spurts. The lust burning between you.

Grasping your hips firmly, Aethelred trapped you between himself and a pillar. 

Yes! He wanted you still. And apparently, just as much as you wanted him. Even as his mouth teased your collarbone, you murmured his name shamelessly. 

“I have missed you, terribly.” You added in a whisper.

You were dumbfounded.

One moment, Alfred was standing in front of the Archbishop taking sacrament. And the next, he had collapsed to the floor. In fact, his head hit the masonry so hard, you expected blood to flow. 

Suddenly, Princess Judith grabbed you by the wrist, dragging you to where the Prince now lay. But you didn’t know what she expected of you. So you did what you always did when unsure of your next move. 

You looked in the direction of your Attendants.

“Let us get him to his chambers.” Sir Lancille ordered as he stepped from the pews. He then looked at Pippa. “Please send for the Maesters straightaway.”

With a nod, she rushed off to do as asked.

As for your Handmaidens and Governess Yasmine, they all appeared concerned. But why wouldn’t they? It was truly a shocking turn of events. Even your cousins who cared little for your betrothed seemed sympathetic to his condition. 

The only person who looked indifferent was Cassandra. 

Keeping her place at Aethelred’s side, she stoically watched as Judith clung to you. You didn’t know exactly how to describe it, but there was something strange about the young woman. Not that she was evil or anything of the sort. 

However, you sensed that Cassandra would not have cared if Alfred died on the spot.

“Lancille just gave an order, you idiots! Quit dawdling and get your Prince off the ground!” Your Uncle ordered.

“Yes, Sir Alcanore!’ A flustered Saxon guard replied. He then looked at his men that lined the walls.”Get moving before the King has your heads!”

As Lancille instructed them to move Alfred with great care, you sighed. Were you ever grateful to have people around you that were so well trained. Unlike the Saxons, they actually kept their heads when trouble arose.

“Y/N, we must pray for him in earnest.” Judith said. Her grasp on your arm so tight, you thought she would leave bruises. You understood her concern. However, her eyes looked like those of someone possessed. Indeed, it was frightening to see how dedicated she was to her youngest son. “And as his wife, you must remain at his side. Come, let us follow.”

#ivar x reader #prince aethelred x reader #prince alfred x reader #ragnarssons x reader #lillesoster #fanfic excerpt #fic preview #fanfic preview #lillesoster preview

[hailqiqi]

Sunshine and Phone Lines

I’m not dead!  I wasn’t going to write anything for Valentine’s this year (apart from a gift fic from last year) but then someone was talking about a real life situation and...tada! My first AU was born.

1,291 words of pointless fluff.

Dedicated to @cgf-kat. She knows why.

BTW, this is what my fics and titles look like when I’ve had no beta help or title help whatsoever, and only a vague notion of a fic with no ending in mind. Just a warning.

One…

Was the drumming of her fingertips on her desk bothering Nadia? A quick peek showed it wasn’t. Good. Then she could focus on trying not to bite her lip and being, y’know, normal.

Two…

For crying out loud. Her breath was in her throat, her heart was racing, and her deodorant was fighting a losing battle as the seconds dragged on. Why?!

Three…

What was taking him so long?

At twenty-five, she was way too old for this. All this heart-pounding, weak-kneed, teenage bull could go back to high school where it belonged. Katie was a professional, dammit.

Four…

She’d never even met the guy. All she had to go on was his stupid voice and it wasn’t like it was particularly sexy. Now, if he’d sounded more like Matt Mercer, Katie would be more okay with it, and at least—

“Good afternoon, Precision Assay, Accounts Division. Lance speaking.”

She did not squeak, though Nadia raised an eyebrow at the sound of her chair hitting the desk.

“Good afternoon! This is Katie from Altea R&D, how are you?”

“Katie!” The professionalism in his tone melted immediately into something that warmed her cheeks and had her sitting up straighter. “I’m doing great! Better now I’ve heard your lovely voice. How are things with you?”

“Good, good!” she replied, leaning back as the butterflies cartwheeled through her stomach. “It’s uh…—” her eyes flicked to the window across the room— “it’s nice weather we’ve been having!”

A snort from her deskmate, and Katie wanted to die. Nice weather? What the heck am I, fifty? No, even fifty-year-olds have more game than that.

Lance chuckled. “Yeah, it’s nice not to be freezing to death in February for once.”

“Right!” she agreed, much too enthusiastically, then immediately lowered her forehead to her desk as quietly as she could. What the heck was she doing?

An awkward silence followed, and Katie prayed briefly for the weather to turn so she could freeze to death on the walk home. Anything to help her forget this stupid, stupid—

“So, uh, how can I help you? Not that I don’t mind you calling to talk about the weather, but…”

“Oh! Oh, right!” Right, she was a research lead with a schedule and requirements and was calling for a reason other than talking to the stupid friendly guy from accounts. Lance waited patiently as she took a deep breath to centre herself (he was probably used to it. Ugh. He must have thought she was the world’s biggest airhead), and Katie was impressed with her professional tone when she finally spoke.

“I was just calling to inquire about our last order for the radiation chromometer. Do you have a confirmed dispatch date that you can give me?”

See? I’m an adult. Look at me being all business and not a stupid teenager with a crush.

Lance’s reply was equally business-like.

“I believe we do, but I’ll need to double-check. Hold on a moment…” The sound of tapping travelled down the line. “Ah, here we go! Everything’s confirmed on our end; you’re scheduled to receive it on the 14th February. Valentine’s Day!” He laughed, and Katie smiled weakly, even though he wouldn’t see it. “I’ll put a note for the delivery driver to call you once they’ve left the depot, so we won’t have a repeat of last time. Unless you’re taking that day off...?”

“No, no, I’ll be here,” she answered quickly, waving a hand at the phone. “It’s not like I have anything better to do.”

There was that blind date Hunk had set her up on with one of his friends, but she had half a mind to cancel anyway. He was probably some buff guy in a suit who sounded like Matt Mercer and Katie apparently only liked ridiculously hot men who were way too old for her (and gay) or faceless phone guys who used emojis in their business emails and sounded like they huffed helium on a daily basis.

(Apart from that one time in the morning where his voice had been all gruff and husky and oh my God—)

“So, uh,” Lance started, thankfully cutting in before she could go too far down memory lane, “I know it’s really unprofessional, and please don’t feel like you have any obligation to say yes, but, um, if you’re not doing anything that night, would you mind, uh…”

He trailed off, voice hesitant, and the realisation hit Katie like a tonne of bricks.

“Are you asking me out on a date?”

Her stunned whisper was met with a shriek from across the table.

“Oh my God, is your phone crush asking you out on a date?! No way!”

Her gaze whipped up, cheeks burning, only to find her co-worker leaning across her desk, screen pushed aside and eyes bright with glee as she unashamedly focused all of her attention on Katie’s conversation.

“Phone crush, huh?” Lance chuckled low, drawing her attention back to the phone. There was an unfamiliar smoothness to his tone, and Katie frowned. “Well if that’s the case, shouldn’t you be asking me?”

She really wanted to throttle Nadia. “I will hang up on you, Lance.”

“No! No, don’t do that!” Panic shot through his voice and she had to bite back a laugh. “But does that mean you’ll say yes? Because I gotta admit I’d really like to get to know the woman behind the snarky wit and clever e-mails.”

“Snarky wit and clever e-mails, huh?” Katie repeated, unable to keep the smile from her features. “I mean, I was meant to go out on a blind date—”

“—Oh, me too—”

“—but if it’s between a guy I don’t know or a guy I’ve never met but who’s e-mails always make me smile, I’d rather take the latter.”

“Yeah?”

Katie could hear the smile in his voice and it made her duck her head, cheeks warming. “Yeah.”

“Great! Great! So um, I guess I better give you my actual number…”

 -----

 Twenty minutes later and it turned out that Lance used more emojis in his text than in his emails and was, in fact, a decently buff guy in a suit (helium-huffing notwithstanding). Even Nadia had approved, and had taken it upon herself to help Katie pick a decent photo to send back when Katie’s phone buzzed again.

Nadia made a sound of delight and Katie lunged for the phone, swearing when the older woman side-stepped just out of her reach. “Ah-hah-hah, let’s see what Loverboy has sent… Aww, it’s from some guy named Hunk.”

Katie blinked. “Hunk? What does he say?”

“Sorry Pidge — who the heck is Pidge? — but my friend just cancelled for V-Day. I’ll see if I can set you guys up next time, and if you don’t have a date I’ll make you dinner for Galentine’s Day, ok?”

“Oh,” Katie said, letting out a sigh of relief. “Good, that means I don’t have to think of an excuse to cancel.”

She gestured for the phone and Nadia handed it over, rolling her eyes as she said, “Still. Don’t you feel like you got dumped?”

“By a guy I haven’t even met?” she asked, tabbing back to Lance’s texts, selecting the photo and hitting ‘Send’.

“Yeah! You should be cancelling on him, not the other way round.”

“It doesn’t bother me.” Her phone buzzed with his reply: can’t decide if u’re cute or beautiful or sexy or all 3. Can’t wait to meet u, either way.

Lance was cheesy, dorky and was definitely not a master of written communication, but none of that could stop the smile from stealing across her face as she re-read their short conversation. “I like the one I’ve got.”

#plance #pidgance #flirtyrobot #pance #lidge #my writing #voltron fanfiction #and then on Feb 15th Hunk was like #are you fucking kidding me?!?! #do you know how bad I felt?!?! #could you like not?!?! #also i claim godparent dibs this is non-negotiable

[vanderwood666]

Could you do a lil drabble of Saeyoung comforting his brother after Saeran had a nightmare? Kinda like the v/mc fic but with the twins (PLEASE DONT MAKE THEIR RELATIONSHIP IN IT ANYTHING OTHER THAN PLATONIC. thought i should specify just in case.) you can have it set in the past or whatever cuz its your story but i just thought it would be a sweet bonding moment to cuddle and reassure each other that they’re safe now after all that shit with mint eye went down.

Sure ^^ Also you don’t need to worry about Choicest here. I think I even wrote in one of my first posts that I won’t write about something like this or smut. So here is a safe place if you don’t like those kind of things ^^ here all you will receive it will be a brotherly love (for the twins at least). I hope you will like it ^^

Possible triggers for some people. Violence and hard language. Please keep scrolling if you are easily triggered.

,,Saeyoung, Saeyoung, come here. Look, a butterfly!”

,,Huh? Oh, I see. It’s beautiful, like you, Saeran.”,,How so? Mom says I am ugly…and the butterfly is free to fly whenever it wants…”

,,Then I will help you become one. Let’s fly away from here. You and me. We only need each other. I will find a job and then we can just go whenever we want. Just wait. I will help you become free like that butterfly. I promise…”

Promise…promise…promis…lie…lies…LIES…LIAR!

Tears were falling down on the hacker’s pale skin. His twin, his other half betrayed him. He freed himself and let the other die in that madhouse named home. Now he knew the secret about Saeyoung’s words. Butterflies were free but their life was so short. There were given so much freedom and yet so little time. So his brother wanted him dead…yes…free from that world, from that weak body. He always was the weak one. This is why their mom always picked on him and not on the other.

,,Just wait ,,brother”, I will make you regret the day you abandoned me. I will destroy everything you love the most. No one mess with me and just live its life. Not anymore. I am  not the same.”

The first months at Mint Eye were the worst. Not even in his home was treated so badly; and this was something. He wished for death every single day but his wishes were always ignored. Whenever he thought this was it someone would come and keep him alive then…then the torture continued. It continued until there was nothing left from the old Saeran. Until he disappeared.

Years of torture and abuse surely left him with some traumas. This is why he had so many nightmares. Sometimes the phantoms of the past were following him in the daylight as well.

,,Hell?” the boy laughed. ,,I live in Hell every single fucking day. And what did you save me from? Nothing…I…can’t forgive you.” Even after he was saved from Mint Eye, he could still not forgive his twin for letting him alone. The wounds were still fresh and bleeding.

Saeyoung tried his best to be around his younger twin more and do whatever he wanted…everything but one thing. To kill him. Saeran wanted to end it all, the pain was too much to bear, but Saeyoung couldn’t lose him like this. After all was his little brother and needed to be protected and this time he will do it right. No one will do it, but him.

It wasn’t easy in the condition Saeran was. Night and day the nightmares were haunting him, making him re-live the past over and over again.

The beatings, the insults, the drugs, the cold floor that served him as a bed, the icy water thrown at him to make him stronger. Everything was so fresh in his mind and the body was too tired to resist anymore. He was trembling every single night in the bed, sweat covering his tensed body. ,Why me?…why didn’t she killed me? It hurts…it hurts so much…please stop it…please…’ But the words didn’t came out. His throat was so dry and it was even harder to breath. He was suffocating. Another panic attack.

,,Look at you! You are so weak and pathetic. This is why I never loved you. This is why I tried to kill you. But you are like an annoying bug. You keep living even in the worst conditions. You are a weirdo. A creep. No one will ever love you. I feel ashamed to be you mother. You are a monster not my child!”

,,What is it, my poor, poor child? Did someone hurt you? I am so sad to see you hurt…but you are weak. The weak ones will always suffer. You are different, aren’t you? You just need someone to push you over the limit. I can do it. I can make you stronger. But you need to suffer more. Without suffering there is no paradise, my child. Remember, I hurt you because I love you. Just trust me and everything will end sooner than you think. You will thank me later. I am the only one that truly loves you. Who else would love a weak freak like you? Yes, inside you is a horrible monster that wants blood and revenge. Just give up, let him out.”

The words were echoing in his mind, making him feel sick, dizzy. But this wasn’t the worst thing. Then were the images, the flashbacks. He could feel those long and cold fingers dragging him, touching him; the fists punching him. The stomach pain from food poisoning or from starving for too long. The pain from the drugs, the ones that were forced down his throat. It hurt for days and he wasn’t even allowed to cry. If he cried they would beat him or drug him more. There was the dark room as well. Whenever he refused to do something he would be thrown there, alone, in the darkness for a week or more. It was hard to say for sure. Who would do that? A monster he thought. But wasn’t he one too? After everything he had done, he knew he became the monster that everyone is afraid of. All but one…Saeyoung. Apparently his stupid brother was not afraid. Or so he said. It was still hard to believe it.

,,Leave me alone…please…I just want to be alone…don’t…don’t touch me! Stay away! Please…Saeyou…why you left…? Please…”

….

,,Saeran?” The red haired male couldn’t finish his work for the agency, not before trying to talk with his brother once again. It was late but maybe he was awake. When he reached to the door to knock on it he heard the other male’s words. He sounded like it was in great pain so without any warning he opened the door to see what was happening. The scene in front of him was heartbreaking. Saeran was on the floor, hugging himself, trembling, with tears rolling down his face. ,,Not again…please…” It never was easy to see his little brother in that condition…so small and vulnerable, so broken. This only remembered him how much he disappointed his twin, how he failed him…how the adults betrayed them both.

He hurried and kneed on the floor, gently stroking the hair of his twin. ,,It alright, Saeran. I am here. Saeyoung is here. Your brother is here…I am here…I am here, little brother. I will never leave you alone again. I won’t. I won’t let anyone touch you ever again. Please, please…I am here…” Tears were falling down on his face now, his voice shaking. It was hard to talk and the only thing he knew to say was to reassure the other that he was there this time.

The hacker continued to caress the other’s hair gently and from time to time repeating he was there. This seemed to calm the younger twin after a while, his body starting to relax. Unfortunately the moment didn’t last. When Saeran opened his eyes, he looked up to see who was there. Saeyou…Seven. The hatred was so deep buried inside him that he just couldn’t control himself. Not after having that nightmare again. ,,YOU! YOU TRAITOR! I HATE YOU! YOU LEFT ME! DIE! JUST GO AND DIE! I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!” With tears rolling down its face, he started throw weak punches at the older male. He was weak. He couldn’t eat, sleep or rest at all. He was tired.

Saeyoung was already broken himself, but seeing his brother hating him so much it was destroying him. ,,I am sorry…I know I failed you. You have the right to hate me…but I do love you. You are my sweet little brother and no one can change this. I would give my life for yours. If I could change the past I would do it. I would happily stay with you and find another solution to escape mom. But this time together. But I can’t. I can only try to regain your trust and give you the life I always wanted to. I am lame, a weirdo, stupid, all you might think of. I know it. I deserve all the hatred, but you don’t deserve to suffer anymore. Please…let me help you…” With hesitation at first, he slowly wrapped his arms around the other male’s small body. God, he was so skinny. ,,I am so sorry…” They both were crying so hard; two messes.

After a few minutes of continuous crying, Saeran was the one that talked first. ,,You destroyed my shirt with your tears…and I hope it was only this…” Saeyoung laughed hearing that, still sniffing. ,,I am sorry, I am sorry. I will buy you a new one.”

,,And ice cream…”

,,Huh?”

,,I said ice cream too! What? Are you deaf now too? Stupid and deaf. What a brother.”

,,Hey! You hurt my feelings, brother. Little Seveny is soooooo saddy now.”

,,Can you please stop talking like this…?…nevermind…just leave me alone…”

Seven could only look confuse. He thought Saeran was feeling better but maybe he crossed the line a bit too much.

,,Look, I am really sorry. I thought…well…I thought you might not want to talk about what happened…this is all. You know, I have nightmares too. My worst nightmare is when I lose you. Since I work as a secret agent I am not allowed to have a family or people close to me. So…in that dream the agency finds about you and…send someone to take you away from me. I struggle but without result. I am captured as well and forced to watch as they torture and then…kill you. The worst part is that I pull the trigger. They drug me and I somehow lose the control over my body. Like I am so kind of robot. But I still have all the memories intact and the feelings…yet I can’t control myself. It’s my worst fear…to lose you…”

For a few moments there was only silence until Saeran decide to break it.

,,You will never do it. I know it…you abandoned me but you never did something to me yourself, with your hands. So…I expect to put someone else to do it. Plus, your are so weird that it will take too much time for them to control you. I think they will just give up.”

,,Haha…you are right…” He tried to laugh it off but his laugh was weird. He knew what his twin was trying to do. And it was admirable. ,,Thank you.”

,,For?” The white haired boy raised an eyebrow to the other male in confuse. He sighed tired of more conversation then forced himself to lift up from the ground but his legs didn’t cooperate. His brother caught him before to injure himself. ,,You okay? Here, let me help.” And without waiting for a reply, he just helped him get on the bed. Saeyoung was looking at his brother. He surely was too skinny.

,,I…thank you, but I could have done it by myself. I just needed some time.”

,,I know. My brother is really strong. You grew up into a strong man. I am so happy. But neglecting yourself won’t help. I am sorry…I will go back to work if you don’t like me here…” He tried to go away for Saeran’s sake, but before to be able to do so, the other male grabbed a part of his jacket. ,,Stay…please…” He wasn’t looking into his eyes, but down, at the bed. The red haired male understood and just nodded, taking a sit beside the other. ,,Okay. I will stay.”

Saeran wasn’t used to open up, but for the first time in so long he felt the need of his twin’s presence. Whenever he was there, he felt safe, at peace. He never hated him for real, but hated himself for being so weak, he blamed himself for being abandoned by his half. Now, he knew the truth. This didn’t erased the pain or the past but helped him heal.

,,Why did you told me about your nightmares?…I didn’t asked for…” His voice was so small, like he was scared to talk too loud.

,,Well…to be honest I thought it will help you feel less alone. I know we didn’t went through the same things but I know how it is to suffer because of the past and how it is to not be able to sleep because of the nightmares, how it is to be scared. You are not alone in this, you don’t need to be.”

,,How did you manage to get over your nightmares?” He just ignored what the other said.

,,I…didn’t. I still have them. But what helps me now is your presence. Whenever I feel anxious I come and check on you. If I can see you then I am okay. Before to find you I had a photo of yours smiling. I always had it on my desk and looked at it. It helped me whenever I felt depressed or like giving up. You made me continue going on. You were my reason to live.”

,,Please don’t tell me you love me now. Don’t transform this into a cheap drama.”

,,Hey, I wouldn’t do that, but I do love you. You are my little brother.”

,,Hmph…I don’t love you. I prefer girls.”

,,Meanie…”

,,Weirdo.” After a small pause he continued. ,,I don’t have a reason to go on. It keeps haunting me…every night is the same. Mom…Rika…you…everyone is laughing at me or hurt me. I want to make it stop but I am too weak. I don’t know what to do. I am just an unwanted, weak little boy. I want to make it stop…but you are never there to help me. I am scared…I want to believe you will be here for me but I can’t. I am scared…that you will disappear again. That you will leave me behind again…”

Saeyoung didn’t let his twin finish the sentence and just hugged him tight. ,,I am so sorry I was a brother like that. But I promise that I will always be here from now on. I will never leave you alone again. If mom or Rika comes back I will fight them and not let them touch you. I will come into your dreams and make them run away. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

This time, Saeran returned the hug. It was nice to be hugged so tight. He could feel the warmth of the other. It was calming. ,,Thank you…Saeyoung. Umm…then can I ask you something?”

,,Sure. Whatever you want, little brother.”

,,Don’t call me little…I am an adult now. But…can you stay here tonight? I don’t want to be alone…”

,,Of course. I will stay here. So please, try to rest, you need some sleep.”

,,You too…you worked the whole week…without rest…” He spoke with pause between some words, tired, his eyes barely staying open. But he wasn’t the only one in that situation. Seven wasn’t far away from passing out too.

Breaking the hug, the males made themselves comfortable on the bed. Good that there was enough space for them. Saeran was the first that fell asleep. Saeyoung patted his head and gave him a kiss on the forehead. This was something he would do as a kid. Saeran was so happy back then…they were inseparable. ,,Goodnight, little brother. Don’t worry. I will be right here so no one will come for you tonight. You sleep and I will protect you.” With these being said, he closed his eyes and fell asleep almost instantly. After so many years apart they were sleeping together again, like when they were kids. They were a family again, and this time no one could separate them again.

#mystic messenger #mm #saeran #saeyoung #choi twins #nightmares

[a-gay-bloodmage]

My first Aelon fic!! This was so fun to write!!

For the wonderful @thedisc0panda!

5. Soft kisses on the neck that make you giggle and Person A kisses you more on the neck just to hear you laugh

((From this post!))

—He Knew He Liked It —

Pairing: Dorian Pavus x Male Lavellan

Pairing Type: M/M

Words: 1,571

Warnings: It might seem a lil NSFW but it’s really not, Someone’s Ticklish and Not Happy About It, But It’s Very Cute, I’m Not One-Hundred Percent Set on How to Write Aelon but I Liked This, He’s a Cutie Patootie, My Angry Scotty Boy and His Weirdo Roman Boyfriend 

Dorian peered over the edge of his book, squinting to see what his love was doing across the room. Lavellan was bent over a rarely-used desk, freckled face pressed against the wood as he attempted to get a paperweight aligned just right with the others. Dorian felt a smile creep onto his face as he watched the elf's backside wiggle in concentration over his little task. As annoying as it could be sometimes, his little Lavellan's obsession with perfection was endearing and downright adorable at times like these.

He placed his book on the side table beside the armchair he'd claimed as his own, and kept his steps light as he walked over to where Lavellan worked. Well, Dorian wanted to call Lavellan Aelon, but the Inquisitor was insistent that his last name be exclusively what he was called. Apparently Aelon wasn't a very pretty name in elven. Dorian didn't speak much elven. He just found it cute. Especially when Lavellan said it in his cute little northern Dalish accent.

"How are the paperweights treating you?" Dorian whispered into Lavellan's ear.

"Dorian!" Aelon hissed, turning his head back to look at the Vint. "Stop sneakin' up on me while I'm fixin' things!" Dorian smiled. He couldn't help how cute he found the Inquisitor when he got all bristled up over touches. His dark green eyes sparkled in the low, orange light of the library.

"You've been fixing that desk for half an hour," Dorian chuckled, pressing his hips against Lavellan's, his hands gently gripping the elf's slender waist.

"It's been five minutes!"

"And how could I have read two entire chapters in five minutes, amatus?" Lavellan blew a small huff out his flat elven nose, ginger eyebrows creasing together.

"Fine. I'm done. That weight was just botherin' me," he mumbled. "It was too far to the left."

"Mhmm," Dorian hummed, one hand moving to play with the elf's ginger hair, finger carefully twirling around a large silver lock. "I believe you."

"Good. Now get off ma ass," he groaned. "You know I don't like that, Dorian."

"It's such a shame," Dorian sighed, slowly folding his body over the elf's. "You have a wonderful little behind." Lavellan was a short man—even by elven standards—and Dorian loved it. Even if it meant he was sometimes yanked down by his shoulders when a disgruntled elf wanted a kiss.

"Dorian..."

"Have you ever noticed how good my name sounds in your accent?" Dorian grinned, kissing the back of Lavellan's ear. "Doooorian."

"Why you-! Y-you little-! Dorian!" Lavellan squirmed under the kisses, his lean hips wiggling against Dorian's. "Not the ears!" Even in his protests, Dorian knew that Lavellan wasn't exactly against whatever the Vint did. Affection was still such a foreign concept to him. To both of them.

"Not ears," Dorian said in an amused whisper. "Of course, amatus." His hand moved from the top of Lavellan's head to the messy ends of his hair, brushing it out of the way to expose his neck. An obvious shiver ran down Lavellan's spine as Dorian's fingers brushed over his mess of freckles. He leaned the rest of the way over, pressing his lips against warm skin.

It was a different kind of squirming this time.

Lavellan gripped the edge of the desk as he shivered, lean muscles twitching underneath Dorian's hands. A high, strained sound was drawn through tightly shut lips.

"Are you... ticklish?" Dorian asked, pausing his soft kisses.

"No!" The way the elf's floppy ears twitched made it obvious he was lying. That was the best part about having an elf as a lover. Lying was never their strong suit once you secretly learned to read them. And Lavellan was an open book.

Of course, Dorian Pavus was well aware of what some might assume if they looked over to see a Tevinter mage bent over a squirming elf and grinning like a maniac.

But he didn't particularly care right now.

"Dorian!" Lavellan hissed, his lips quirking up in a shaky smile. "You bastard!" Kiss after kiss was placed on the back of his freckled neck. "I'm- I'm gonna mess up the desk!"

"Half an hour of work," Dorian chuckled, kissing Lavellan again. "I'm quite aware!"

"Fuckin'- Dorian!" The library was thankfully—though only mostly—empty this late at night, so hardly a soul's research was interrupted by the high and choppy elven laughter coming from the second floor. Warm brown hands creeped underneath Lavellan's loose shirt, making him dissolve into giggles as soon as fingers brushed against his stomach. "I hate you!"

"No you don't," Dorian sang, teeth flashing in his wide smile. The rarity of Lavellan's smile was what made it so precious, though Dorian surely wouldn't complain if he saw it more often. It was adorable—slightly crooked teeth framed by full, pink lips.

"Oh, I will if you don't- don't stop that!" He choked out through laughter. "Dorian Pavus, you- you fuckin' asshole!"

"Alright, alright, I concede," Dorian laughed, raising his hands up after kissing Lavellan one last time.

"Stupid bastard," Lavellan said, his breathing heavy. "Tickle me again and I'll chop your offensive little hands off."

"Oh please, you love my hands. They're perfect."

Lavellan huffed. Dorian's hands were too symmetrical for the perfectionist to ever even think of destroying. "I'm mad at you."

"No you're not," Dorian said, smiling as he sat back down in his armchair.

"Yes I am. I don't like ticklin'." He was still bent over the desk, exhausted from laughing. Dorian was sure his jaw was killing him. The elf wasn't exactly known for practicing his smile in the mirror.

"Do you want to sit down?" Dorian patted his lap. "Come on. It's comfy over here."

"You'll tickle me again. You shems are all selfish, evil liars."

"There's a nice warm breeze blowing in from the window at a forty-five degree angle."

Lavellan was on his lap in seconds, curled up and looking delightfully content as the soft wind blew down his freckled nose. "Keep your hands to yourself," he said, adjusting his legs to the optimal angle over the arm of the chair. "An' scoot back an inch into the chair." Dorian smiled as he adjusted himself, resting his chin on Lavellan's shoulder. "Okay. Now sit still."

"Mhmm," Dorian hummed. One hand rested lightly on Lavellan's thigh, the other stationed on the free arm of the armchair.

The silver-streaked ginger hair blew gently in the breeze, tickling at Dorian's face.

"Hey. Shem," he whispered, voice slightly obscured by a yawn.

"Yes, amatus?"

"I'll get you back later. That's a threat. When y'er least expectin' it."

"Oh, how I do adore your threats, my dear," Dorian smiled, looking up at Lavellan's dark, pine green eyes.

"It's all fun an' games until I-" He interrupted himself with a yawn. "Until I get'cha."

"I eagerly await my getting, then," Dorian smiled.

"Knew you'd say that," he mumbled. "Smug... bastard."

Dorian was content to let Lavellan fall asleep in his lap, even as his legs went numb. He ran his hands through Lavellan's silky hair, smirking to himself as the elf wiggled in his sleep as fingers brushed against the back of his sensitive neck. He smelled like pine and static electricity. A strange combination, but Dorian liked it nonetheless.

After a while of nothingness, Dorian decided that since Lavellan wasn't going to wake within the hour, he'd just carry him up to bed. Thankfully, the elf weighed next to nothing.

"Sleep well, amatus," he whispered, brushing a stray lock of silver hair from his freckled forehead. He smiled, leaning down to press a light kiss to the side of Lavellan's neck.

"Fuck you," Lavellan whispered, sleepily opening his eyes a sliver.

"I can't believe I carried you up five flights of stairs while you were awake."

"You love me, stupid."

"So unfortunately true," Dorian smiled, shaking his head. He began to strip himself of clothing. "I get to sleep here now as repayment."

"No-" Lavellan stopped himself. "That's fair." Dorian carefully folded his clothing and placed it next to the bedside table, just as Lavellan liked it. He didn't mind the little extra things he had to do if it made his Inquisitor happy. He motioned to wrap his arms around the elf only to get soft hands sleepily—but certainly insistently—push him to face the other way.

"I am far too tall for this," Dorian chuckled as Lavellan pressed his lithe body against Dorian's back.

"I like holdin' you," he muttered against Dorian's bare skin. Warm, dark hands wrapped around the cold, freckled ones on his chest, holding him close.

"Oh, I don't mind," he smiled, his eyes gently falling closed. "Though you are quite cold."

"You're too warm."

"Perhaps we'll equal out in a few minutes," Dorian laughed quietly, pressing back slightly against Lavellan's body. "Only time will tell."

"Just hush up," Lavellan whispered, obviously not actually annoyed. "I'm tryin' to fall asleep."

"Of course." His foot gently ran along Lavellan's calf, making the elf shiver. "Goodnight, Aelon."

Lavellan was quiet for a second. "Night, Dorian."

Sometimes, Dorian found their quiet moments the best of them all. It wasn't a chaotic battle full of magic and the clanging of swords, nor did it leave him weak-kneed and slick with passionate sweat, but it made his heart race just as fast.

And he knew he liked it.

#original content #aelon lavellan #dorian pavus #dorian x inquisitor #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #fanfiction #this was fun!! i like writing ael but he's tooough to write #i'm not perfect with writing neurodivergent people like him so feel free to tell me if i'm doing anything wrong! #he's pretty ocd and anxious and has quite a few anger issues but i'm trying not to play into sterotypes toooo much #he's obsessively organized and even if it's a ''stereotypical'' trait he does have it and i'm trying not to make it all he is #because i know a lot of people with ''ocd'' characters just make them super organized and obsessive with perfection #tell me if i can do anything better! i am super willing to take constructive criticism! #and dorian def doesn't find it annoying like fuck that he loves his bf ocd and anxiety and anger included because that's who he is #he is a sweet bf willing to go along with whatever makes ael comfortable #also: the reason ael hates his name is because it means ''less than good/less good'' in elven ((ael means ''less'' and ''on'' means good)) #his name aids in making him insecure so he's not a fan of it at all #dorian doesn't know this and it's not like ael will tell him why ((he's afraid of looking like an idiot...)) #man i went on for a while in the tags...... whoops #anyway thank you for the request!! i loved writing ael's first fic!!

[beatricebmorgan]

“Breakfast is ready!”

Astrid woke up with a start and instinctively reached for her axe, snuggly and safety kept under her pillow – but her hand met the cool underside. Where was her –

Oh. Right.

“Astrid, darling, get a move on it,” came her mother’s voice from the door. “Breakfast won’t be on the table for long, not the way your father eats.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”

Her mother retreated downstairs, leaving the bedroom door open. Astrid sighed and pulled her legs from the blanket. Her rolled her neck around her shoulders.

The burned remains of her favorite, most trusted weapon leaned against the opposite wall. She had brought it back with her to Berk. When she’d been packing for the Edge – what felt a lifetime ago – her axe had been the first thing on her list. She should have left it on the Edge, but she couldn’t fathom parting with it. Not after all she’d gone through.

Sure, it was just a sooty piece of wood now, but… she couldn’t let it go. Not yet. Not for a long while.

Down below, her father let out a loud belch.

Astrid groaned under her breath. She pulled on her boots and headed downstairs to fend for herself something to eat.

“What’s on your agenda today, Astrid?” asked her father as she tore a chunk of bread off the loaf.

“Thought I might take a ride around Berk, get readjusted to being back.” Truthfully, she didn’t know, but her parents didn’t argue with her.

She’d had more chores on the Edge. Fish to catch, water to clean, defenses to secure, sectors to patrol, dragons to care for – but on Berk, she didn’t have nearly the same amount of things to do. It felt… like she didn’t have anything to do. The more she thought about it, the more that flight around the island sounded better.

 …

 “Come on, girl,” Astrid cooed to Stormfly. She shook out her wings and stepped out of the stable. She let out a short, distressed warble. “I know. I didn’t sleep that well last night either.”

“Are you okay?”

Astrid turned just in time to see Toothless land, Hiccup sitting on his saddle. Those green eyes of his were pinned on her, and just like always, her heart jumped into her throat.

“I was just about to take a flight around Berk,” Astrid said to him, mounting up.

“That’s funny,” Hiccup said, grinning. His eyes flickered upward. “I was thinking the same thing.”

Without another word, the two of them took off into the skies above Berk. Below, the village she knew better than any other was waking up. Another day. Agnes was sweeping out her house; Sven was feeding his sheep; Gobber already had a line of dragons at his shop. As they flew over Goober’s shop, she heard him singing.

They flew higher. Berk became a dusting of dots on the green island.

“It’s weird being back,” Hiccup said. “I mean, it’s weird that we’re not going back to the Edge.”

“I know what you mean,” Astrid said. “I got used to having my own place. I love my parents, but… it was nice to wake up without hearing my dad belch.”

Hiccup laughed. “Tell me about it. My dad woke me up this morning by yelling up the stairs. I mean, it’s not completely unlike getting woken up by the twins blowing something up or by smelling smoke because something is on fire.”

It was her turn to laugh. “Still, I’ll miss having my own hut the most. I mean, I can’t exactly invite boys over at night when my parents are downstairs.”

Despite it just being Hiccup, her cheeks burned. She dared a glance at Hiccup. The early morning light brightened his face, and she saw the unmistakable blush on his face, too. He caught her stare, and a wide grin stretched his face.

He let out a nervous chuckle. “Yeah, I don’t see your dad being happy about that.”

Below, the forest where Tuffnut had nearly been burned in that wildfire passed, when they had met the grown-up Torch. If she looked close enough, she could spot the slight mounds where the Whispering Death had gone after Toothless. The mounds had worn down with time, and grass had grown over them. In a few years, they would be unrecognizable.

Astrid glanced over at Hiccup. His eyes were elsewhere, but not anywhere particular. She knew that face.

“What are you think about?” she asked.

His shoulders rose and fell. “A bit of everything.”

She kept her eyes on him – she knew that tone, or she thought she did. He was either troubled by something he couldn’t control, or something was bothering him that he could control, and he didn’t want to confront it. It was hard to tell the two apart sometimes.

“Want to talk about it?”

Hiccup inhaled, met her gaze with one of determination that warmed her blood, and said, “Yes. Let’s head down. The cove isn’t that far away.”

 …

 Astrid landed a second before Hiccup. She slid off the saddle and onto the smooth, rocky ground.

“Gods, it feels like forever since we’ve been here.” Astrid took in the familiar sights, the waterfalls, the towering pines, the chirping birds, the shimmering pool. Stormfly trotted to the water for a drink, and Toothless joined her. That’s when she noticed it. A thing wrapped in wool on the back of Toothless’s saddle.

“It has, in a way,” Hiccup said. He walked to where Toothless knelt for a drink and unstrapped the thing. He held it in front of him, gently, like… something. Whatever it was, it sent little pricks all along Astrid’s spine.

“What’s that?”

Hiccup looked at the thin in his hands, then at Astrid. “Just a little something. A project I’ve been working on the past few days.”

Oh, it could be anything. A flight suit upgrade he wanted to show her? The latest model of his dragon blade? He’d been talking about upgrading his foot to make flying easier. Regardless, Astrid held her attention on him.

“Whatever could it be?”

Hiccup grinned and walked the thing to her. He stood for a moment looking at her, his fingers twitching along the thick wool blanket, and then he held it out to her.

She blinked at him.

“It’s for you.”

Her heart stopped, then fell into her stomach. “For me? Hiccup, you didn’t have to.”

“You don’t know that yet.” He wiggled it closer to her. “Take a look. Then tell me what you think.”

That smile of his! Gods, she could stare at him for ages.

She gingerly took the thing out of his hands. It had some weight to it. She undid the leather strings holding on the wool and pushed it off –

She gasped.

The wool fell to the ground, and in her hands was an axe. The blade was new – Gronkle Iron. Supple leather wound the sturdy handle. The pommel had been carved with lines, and in the center was a Deadly Nadder. Two strands of leather, one dyed blue, the other pink, wound up the iron wood handle and secured around the head.

Hiccup came back into focus, watching her expression.

“You made this?”

He nodded.

“For me?” She clutched the axe. “It’s… amazing.” She grazed her thumb against the blade. “And sharp.”

“I wanted to finish it before you got another one,” Hiccup said, hand on his neck. “It took a few all-nighters, but for you, Astrid, I’d do anything.”

She felt tears gathering behind her eyes. With a single blink, they eased onto her bottom lids. “Hiccup,” she started, but bit her lip. She couldn’t continue without one of those tears sliding out.

Hiccup closed to space between them and set a sturdy hand on her waist. “That bad, huh? I knew I should have went with the willow bark.”

“Hiccup, I love it,” she said, closing off that line of his thinking. He gave her a gentle smile – he’d known. She clutched the new axe to her chest, then held it out. She wrapped her arm around Hiccup’s neck.

He pulled her closer, and she pulled him closer in response.

Gods, this boy of hers – what power did he hold over her that turned her into such a weak-kneed girl?

“Too bad I can’t invite you back to my hut,” Astrid whispered, although she doubted anyone was listening – one this she’d discovered about Berk that she hadn’t before realized was how nosy everyone was, especially regarding her betrothal to Hiccup. Apparently, being engaged to the future chief was something to gossip about over the washing. Or so said her mother.

Hiccup smiled and pulled her a little closer. “We’re far enough out, and we’ve got dragons trained to alert us if anyone comes close enough.”

Astrid bit her lip. “They would let us know if anyone came remotely close. They would smell them before they’d see us.”

With a short whistle to gain Toothless’s attention and a following hand signal to watch the perimeter, Hiccup pulled Astrid toward the shadowed side of the cove. If anyone came from Berk or on dragon, they wouldn’t immediately see the two in the cove.

Astrid set her axe against the mossy stone. Before her hand had left the supple leather hilt, Hiccup’s hands unlatched and slid the pauldrons from her shoulders. They hit the ground with a soft metal thud. Hiccup pulled her against him, and her back met his chest – he’d already removed his leathers.

She pushed her backside into his hips with a purposeful sway and earned a deep growl from the back of his throat.

Oh, how she had craved him – since that first night in her hut, she had thought about his hands, his skin, his mouth. With each joining, they had gotten better, quicker, and with a little guidance, Hiccup’s nimble fingers knew where and how.

She didn’t have to speak – his lips tugged on her ear, and his hands roamed her waist, her ribs, her chest.

Clearly, he wasn’t in a hurry.

Gods, she loved those joinings the most. The ones where Hiccup took his time, touched her slowly, reminded her of his love.

She leaned her head back onto his shoulder and gave him full access to her neck, and he took it. His lips, his tongue, and his teeth grazed along her skin, gently tugging, nipping, and kissing. He circled that spot just underneath her ear, teasing her, before he sank his mouth onto it.

Astrid let out a soft moan – involuntarily, but she’d found that Hiccup could pull out all manner of sounds from her.

While occupying her neck, his hands worked her skirt loose, and by extension, the hem of her shirt. When his callused fingers met her bare stomach, a shiver wound up her spine and to her chest. Her breasts peaked; they pushed against the fabric of her bindings.

And Hiccup, the little shit, knew it. He smiled against her neck – she felt it. His hands made no move farther than her waist. His fingers traced slow circled on her skin inching upward agonizingly slow.

Pressure was building between her legs, and she felt Hiccup’s own desire against her backside. Still, he made no move to hurry things along. He made love to her neck while his hands tortured her.

“Hiccup,” she pleaded, her voice a gasp.

“Hmm?” he hummed against her neck. He nipped her skin then lifted his mouth to her ear. “Need something?”

She grabbed hold of his hand, and his fingers flattened against her stomach. “Touch me.”

“I am.”

She pushed her backside into his front, earning herself a gruff laugh from him.

“Hiccup!”

“Where?” he whispered in her ear, and she wanted to scream. She both loved and hated the games he played. She hadn’t anticipated this side of Hiccup Haddock, but each time, he’d left her panting and with wobbly legs.

She pulled her shirt farther up, and Hiccup traced his palms along the skin she revealed. Up and up, until Hiccup pulled back to give her room to pull her shirt over her head. He returned his hands to her waist, then slid them up to her bindings. He knew exactly how – a few blinks and rapid heartbeats, and her bindings had joined her shirt on the ground.

Hiccup’s arms came around her, and no sooner had the crisp air hugged her breasts than his hands form around them. He pulled her back into him, and he pulled out another round of sounds she hadn’t formerly known she could even make, all with his hands on her breasts and his mouth on her neck.

With his arms around her, hers had little place to go, and her hands fists in the fabric of his tunic. It took some carefully finagling, but she managed to reach the ties on his pants. Pulling them loose, Hiccup pinched her nipples in response.

She jumped and spun to face him and grabbed onto the ties. Hiccup pulled his tunic over his head and she loosened his pants further, enough to free his erect self. She ran her fingernail along his length, earning herself a shudder from him.

Hiccup captured her mouth for a tender kiss, and then in a few rapid heartbeats, their boots and pants joined the rest of their discarded clothing.

Astrid pulled Hiccup to her, and he positioned himself on top of her. He kissed her tenderly, and she slid her leg along his, urging him on. They’d gotten better at positioning themselves, too. the first few times had been more experimenting than lovemaking.

A guttural moan escaped Hiccup’s throat as he slowly slid inside of her. She clutched at his shoulders, his hair, anything she could reach. In to the hips, then out again, and in – each thrust gaining in speed and power, each thrust pushing her closer toward that illusive white-hot edge of pleasure.

She’d heard that a man could get a woman there with just his manhood, but Hiccup had so far been unsuccessful in that endeavor. He’d done well with his hands (after considerable instruction and guidance from her) and done even better with his mouth. With most of their lovemaking, after he tumbled over the edge, he bought her to it however he could, mouth, teeth, tongue, hands – whatever it took.

With their experience, she knew what that edge felt like – as with his thrust, she felt it. Burning at the edge of her awareness, but there. She reached for that edge, the burning white-hot abyss, and it listened to her command.

Hiccup grunted in time with his thrusts, faster and faster, his taut body working up a sweat. She latched onto his shoulders as that edge came closer, closer, closer.

Astrid cried out, or she might have – she didn’t know. The world beyond her and Hiccup faded as she fell over that white-hot edge, pleasure sweeping through her nerves and bones and whatever else. Her nails dug into his skin, and Hiccup grunted as he, too, fell over the edge.

Hiccup collapsed on the ground beside her.

“Gods,” Astrid gasped. “Hiccup…”

“We should get married.”

She glanced at him. “Right now?”

He met her eyes, pleasure warm and sleepy. “I want to do that more often, and not in the cove.”

She smiled. “Where?”

“A bed, the floor, the hearth, my worktable. Everywhere.”

She smiled and let out a small laugh.

“What?”

“I’m glad I’m not the only one who’s thought about having wild sex on your worktable.”

Hiccup chuckled. “We can save that for a special occasion.”

She found his hand and laced her fingers with his. A caw came from nearby – Stormfly’s first warning.

Wordlessly, Hiccup and Astrid scrambled for their clothes. They were pulling on their boots when their heard the voices over the side of the cove. The twins, by the sounds, and Snotlout. Fully dresses, Astrid reached for her new axe.

“Well, Hiccup,” she said, turning to him. He was fastening his leather around his middle. “What do you say to some good old target practice?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

#hiccstrid #rtte #rtte spoilers #wtf am i supposed to do with my life now?