#this is still not the bottom of the pit these two are a gift that never stops giving

[wtfsteveharrington]

after midnight pt 2 | carmen berzatto x reader

summary: you leave a surprise for carmen at work that lets him know he's been caught watching your content & the aftermath that follows. she/her pronouns used!

contents: perv!carmy, mentions of anxiety, mentions of filming sex tapes, dirty talk, fingering, hand job, oral f receiving, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, doesn't pull out (sorry he's possessive idk what to say). he also has this lil god complex over your other subscribers

word count: 4,587k

author notes: i had to cut a lil out bc otherwise this was getting lllooonngg. thank you for all the love on part one & i hope you enjoy this one too!! <33

part one

Carmen wonders what you think of this mysterious new account that keeps donating to you. Sending you small gifts. It's nothing too large - He's not trying to put himself into debt by any means. But it is his way of cosmically balancing the scale of viewing your content without you knowing.

Sometimes he lets his mind wonder and entertains the idea of filming with you. Letting all these losers who sit alone at night watching you get a glimpse of how good he could treat you. Your knees over his shoulders as he folds you in half, harsh and rough strokes pounding in and out of you. Sometimes you get smart with him - It's the nature of the kitchen. He thinks about you in that position whenever you pop off with some snarky remark. Pinned under him, two fingers in your mouth. "Put that pretty mouth to use for me. There you go, Baby." His fingers sliding in further, causing you to gag around them but you reach up to hold his wrist in place to let you know you're good. 

He’d fuck you until you can’t think straight, a moaning mess against his fingers as you’re reduced to coming around his cock with no warning. Orgasm shaking through your body and Carmen would just keep fucking into your sensitive body until he can’t take it anymore.

This becomes his new morning routine. Waking up 20 minutes earlier than he really needs to because he just knows he’ll be hard from dreams of you. It’s a bit of an obsession at this point in all honesty but he can’t help himself. He pictures you laid out against his bed sheets, sleepy and grabbing at any inch of him that you can. You’d just be able to relax and get fucked well to start the morning, he’d do all the work for the two of you. 

Any mental space not occupied by the restaurant is fully dedicated to you. 

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Carmen’s barely awake when he walks into the restaurant. His eyes still feel so heavy and there's a level of exhaustion that he just can't seem to shake in his bones. He's grunting acknowledgment at the team, doing a double take as he catches you grinning wickedly at the board in front of you. There’s a familiar pang of jealousy - What’s got you so entertained this year? He scoffs at his imaginary man he’s made up that’s vying for your attention as he heads into the office to work on this week’s orders. 

Except he’s stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of lingerie he just sent you last week folded neatly in the center of the desk. His heart drops to the bottom pit of his stomach as he steps closer and sees a packing order next to the set - His name and address under the billing information circled in a bright neon pink Sharpie. Carmen knows for a fact that he double, triple checked that this was supposed to be a gift and for his information to be excluded so what the fuck happened? 

He’s throwing his jacket over the desk just in case someone walks in before he can take care of this situation but he’s got to get a handle on you first. He’s embarrassed at getting caught. Imagining you must think the worst of him. Trying to justify it by at least he was sending you stuff, right? Cotton boy shorts he thought you’d look so delicate in and lacy pieces of barely there bodysuits he wanted to rip apart and leave stained with his cum. 

He's storming over to you now, ignoring the way Richie called out his name to join him for a smoke break. You hear him mutter out a "Okay then, Cousin. I'll just go fuck myself." That Carmen doesn't even acknowledge. All his attention fully focused on you. His words are coming off harsh as his body tries to process all the different emotions coursing through his veins.

"We gotta fuckin' talk."

The words hang heavy in the air and you find yourself entertained with how assertive he’s being. 

“Why’s that?” You’re looking up at him doe-eyed and innocent. There’s anxiety practically rolling off of Carmy’s body and you’re gonna get to soothing him in a minute but you’re letting him sweat it out first. You didn’t mind that he saw your videos but you were a little pissed he didn’t bring it up. Half because you could have been putting him knowing to use, half because it did feel a little taboo for your boss to be trying to anonymously send you lingerie. 

“Nah, don’t play that shit right now. You know why.” His voice is harsh but you know he’s not angry with you. You can smell the combination of cigarettes and spearmint gum on his tongue with how close he is. His cologne comes into the mix and it’s heavenly in all honesty. He’s embarrassed for getting caught, worried he’s gonna lose one of his best chefs, and worried he’s upset you. Someone’s yelling that they need Carmen to sign for a delivery and your time with him is coming to an end for now. 

Normally your hand never dips below his shoulders or the top of his chest. Always friendly, light touches. This time your hand comes up to rest flat against his heart and you can feel it quickly beating. “Carmy - Breathe.” Your eyes don’t leave his as your hand slides down his chest, fingers trailing along the soft cotton of his shirt. Stopping only once you can feel the dip of his hip. “We’re okay. Go handle your restaurant, I’ll talk with you tonight.” 

You pat the back of your hand against his hip he’s being called for again, feeling a little dizzy under the intensity of his stare. He’s still nervous, knuckles turning white as he keeps a death grip on the line. “Carmen Berzatto, you’re fine. We’re fine. I promise you, okay?” Finally taking pity on him you give a warm smile, stepping back and breaking eye contact. “Go sign for the clams before we have to change tonight’s special and Sydney kills us.”

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Everyone’s long gone by this point of the night. Tina tried to convince Carmen to go home and get some sleep about twenty minutes ago but he made some excuse about wanting to reorganize the walk-in before tomorrow’s service. Really he’s just counting down the minutes until the two of you are alone. You haven’t been able to talk today - Too many listening ears around for Carmen’s comfort. In your defense, you just minded your business and kept on top of your station. 

But God he can’t stop admiring you from across the room. There’s less shame to it now that you know. Still anxiety, yes. But your comforting earlier has him… Hopeful? Hopeful for what he’s not sure. 

You catch him staring at one point during dinner service, risking a glance around the kitchen and throwing him a wink before turning back to work and deliberately giving him a small shake of your ass. To anyone else it would probably look like you were just swaying mindlessly. Not to Carmen though. You’re teasing him and it’s working.

Tina’s finally shouting out goodbyes and Carmen’s eyes are trained on watching as you walk towards the office. Any pretend task he was doing is quickly forgotten as he intently follows you. He’s played this situation over in his head a dozen times, even burned himself on the cigarette he forgot he was holding earlier.

He finds you standing by the desk, running your fingers along the edge of it and grinning. “What happened to my present, Carmen?” 

“Chucked it in my locker. Couldn’t risk someone findin’ them, you know?” It’s embarrassing enough having to answer to you, he couldn’t imagine trying to explain to the staff (or God forbid his sister) why there’s lingerie with his name on the desk. Carmen’s face is overheated and his heart is pounding. For all the hours he’s spent fantasizing about you, he’s never really considered this conversation until today. Typically he skips right towards fucking you however you’ll let him. But now he’s stuck face to face and trying to figure out how to acknowledge his actions. 

"You know I, uh -..." He's sputtering out, trying to figure out just how to defend himself, "You're very, very pretty if that means anything. Fuckin' gorgeous, honestly."

"Did you get off watching me?"

There's no going back now.

"Yeah, I did."

You're grinning at him now, stepping closer and Carmen swears the temperature in the room just went up by ten degrees. He's got his eyes trained on your face for the second time tonight. Hunting out exactly how you're feeling. What he doesn't expect is to feel a feather light touch along the waistband of his pants, nails scratching along his skin as you slide two fingers under the fabric. "Did you think about fucking me? Or did you think about me getting on my knees for you more?"

Carmy's starting to wonder if this is real. Maybe another daydream? For the time being he decides to stay with it though. Trying with all his might to sound as confident as he's mentally done so many times having this part of conversation with you in his head before. "Fucking you. Always thought how much better I'd feel for you than those little toys you use. Sometimes -" He takes a deep breath, straightening his shoulders and trying to build up the confidence to keep this going. He's still not convinced he isn't in some sort of trouble with you. "Sometimes I'd watch you play with your clit. Watch you whine and just knew how badly you needed me to be there."

Your hand slides lower now, fingers pushing through the patch of hair at the base of his cock. Carmen's breathing stops at the touch and you can feel him getting hard under your touch. "Really?" You hum, flattening your hand out and running it down his length. His hips twitch involuntarily as you cup your hand over him, middle finger dragging along his tip. "I've thought about you too, you know? Sometimes you get so fucking pissed off during a rush. I think to myself 'God, he needs to take that anger out' and wonder if fucking me out back would help calm you down. Letting you use me. Sometimes I think you'd walk away after you finish but I know you'd never leave me there all needy and not taken care of, right Carmy?"

He's shaking his head, his heart pounding and he's pretty sure he has never breathed his hard in his life. Labored and uneven while his cock keeps getting hard under your hand. He wants to kiss you, drop to his knees and lick you until you forgive him or decide to take pity and let him fuck you. But instead he settles for showing his need by rocking his hips up against your hand, letting out a broken little groan. "Never would just leave you back there. All I wanna do is - fuck - treat you right. Every night I think about how pretty you must sound begging for me."

You wrap your hand around the base of Carmen's cock, giving him a pleased grin when he fucks himself into your dry fist instantly.

"Do you think you deserve my pussy, Carmy?"

Another jolt of his hips. "No, no I fucking don't."

You lean in, just barely ghosting your lips against his. Carmen has given up all control and allows himself to be fully at your mercy. Your hand pulls back from his cock, sliding out of his pants and he's whining. Shamelessly whining. You're kissing the corner of his mouth, lips traveling down his jaw while you make quick work of unbuttoning your jeans. You grab ahold of his hand, sliding it down the front of your pants and into your underwear. Keeping his hand flat along yours, you use your fingers to navigate his. Rewarding him with a quiet moan right in his ear as the two of you press down against your clit. "I'm so wet for you, Carmy. Been thinking about what you must feel like ever since I caught you watching me." Your hips are rolling down against your hands as you come back up to face him again, bumping your noses together and rewarding him with another moan when Carmen's hand starts to move on its own. Two rough fingers sliding down from your clit to between your folds.

"C'mon, Chef. Want you to fuck me just like you've been dreaming about. Can you be a good boy and do that for me, hmm?"

Something deep in Camren finally snaps and he’s ready to fully earn your praise. One hand comes up to cup the back of your neck and pull you into a deep kiss while the other hand focuses on teasing your clit. His tongue is licking into your mouth at the same time one of his fingers begins to push into you and the combination of sensations is heavenly. You’re moaning into the kiss, both of your hands coming to wrap around his chest so you can begin pressing your fingers into the muscles of his toned back.

He doesn’t let up - Tongue sliding along yours and his fingers messaging the back of your neck while his other hand pulls out of you. You’re whining at the loss as Carmy pulls back, his fingers coming up to lips as he licks you off of them. “Been dreaming about what you taste like.” He looks sinful - Blue eyes staring into your soul as he follows his early fantasy and pops his fingers out of his mouth. Index finger tracing over your bottom lip until you take the hint and let your jaw fall open. Carmen’s fingers slipping in and weighing heavy against your tongue. “Dream about you begging me to come all over this pretty face.”

You start to rub your thighs together as the heat builds in your core, finding yourself getting more desperate as time goes on. Carmen drops to his knees, making quick work of pulling down your jeans and helping you step out of them. He’s making sure you're balanced once again before looking up to realize you’re wearing a pair of the underwear he sent you. Carmy smirks to himself, realizing he’s played right into your little game.

You want to make some cocky remark but suddenly his face is between your thighs and you lose all train of thought. His nose bumps along your covered clit before he licks a strip up the soaked fabric. “Can’t believe how fuckin’ wet you are.” Carmy reaches up to slide the panties down your thighs, taking his time and keeping his eyes looking up at you while he does. You watch as the pair is stuffed into his back pocket and he begins to place open mouth kisses along your inner thigh. Lips exploring closer and closer but always just far enough away from where you need him.

Your hand comes down to lace in his hair, the other one reaching over to try and steady your shaky legs by gripping onto the desk. “Carmy please.” You give his hair a little tug, unsure of his pain tolerance but you’re rewarded with a guttural groan coming from below you.

“Fuck - Pull my hair again.”

So you do, getting a better grip at the base and giving his hair a good pull. You direct his head closer to your center and Carmen lets you until he finds himself buried into your pussy. His tongue lapping over your folds and completing a circuit around your clit before going back down to the base of your hole. He’s moaning your name into you, his hands coming up to grab ahold of your ass. Helping you stay balanced while making sure you can’t get too far away from him.

He’s pretty sure if you say his name again he’s going to come in his pants so he’s putting in as much effort as he can to keep you distracted. Delivered a sharp smack to your ass at the same time he sucks onto your clit. He brings his other hand back between your thighs, tongue still working against your clit while he traces you with his bare fingers. 

There’s a finger being pushed into you and you tug on Carmen’s hair once again as he quickly pushes another in, dragging them both along your walls and all he can think is how good you’re going to feel wrapped around his cock. “S’good, Carmy. So fucking good. Jesus Christ.”

Your thighs are clamping around Carmy's head and both of your hands fly to grab a hold of his hair as you feel your orgasm start to build up in your stomach. “Shit! Carmen please!” He doesn’t let up, sucking at your clit while his fingers continue to curl inside of you. No one has been able to make you finish like this before and you’re a mess of gasps and moans and hips jerking involuntarily. 

It only takes another minute of him stretching you out and licking you up for your orgasm to hit. A mess of curses and cries falling from your lips as the sensation falls over you. Your legs instantly go weak and Carmen’s quick to grab a hold of your hips to keep you upright. 

He’s helping you hop onto the ledge of the desk with a reassuring little “Relax, I got you.” Your thighs are shaking, whole body vibrating and you’re keeping your thighs apart to avoid any pressure on your overstimulated clit. Carmen’s so proud of himself at the sight of you trying to recover. He’s between your knees, pressing down his work pants and his boxers before haphazardly kicking them across the floor. Your eyes drag along his chest, over his tattoos, along the length of him that’s thick and beautiful and ready to be buried inside of you. 

His hands find the bottom hem of your shirt, grabbing ahold and pulling it over your head. Your bra follows suit next. Both of your clothing is covering the floor of the office and you can't help but giggle at the mess made in Carmen's otherwise prestigious space. He's letting out a hum of appreciation at the sight of your breasts. Cupping one in each hand and letting his thumb drag across your nipples. "Fuckin' gorgeous. Been wanting to do this for so long."

There's a mouth wrapped around your nipple now, Carmen making quick work of sucking at it. Flicking his tongue across the hard nub. He pulls back, blowing a stream of cool air against your wet skin before switching to your other breast and repeating the process. You get to sit there and savor the feeling, playing with his hair while Carmen takes his time exploring your breasts. When he thinks you're just blissed out enough, he kisses a path up to leave a small hickey onto your soft skin.

You notice, of course you do.

But you don't complain.

Carmen wonders if you'll let him mark you up before you film anymore content. Wonders how many men will realize they don't stand a chance with you anymore and that you belong to him already.

There's another nip being delivered to the skin of your breasts before he comes back up to give you a warm smile.

Carmen’s leaning in to grab ahold of your jaw, kissing you gently while you reach out to grab ahold of him and get rewarded with a moan. Rubbing your thumb across his tip to collect a bit of moisture and lazily jerk him off.  He’d be fine with this and nothing else for the rest of the night. Getting you off and finishing wherever you ask him to but he knows that won’t be enough for you. For now he enjoys exploring your mouth. Getting to taste you and he wonders if you’re tasting yourself on his tongue. 

You scoot towards the edge of the desk and wrap your free arm around Carmen’s neck. You’re both so hot to the touch. Hearts beating fast, breathing uneven. Needy and unashamed how obsessed with the other you both are. His hands start rubbing up and down your thighs as he gives you a second to recover from your orgasm. He’s got you smiling against his lips as you kiss him, giving a playful nip to his bottom lip. You can’t decide if you want him to use you while you’re still riding the aftershocks or obsessed with how he’s letting you savor the moment. 

Once your thighs stop shaking you wrap them around Carmen’s waist, dragging his body closer to yours. He’s chuckling at you, firm hands sliding down to grab at your hips and your ass, whatever he can get a hold of first. “Wanna watch you put me in. You do so good at fucking yourself in your videos, Baby. Wanna see you tease yourself with me instead of those fucking toys.” 

You drag the tip of him through your folds, teasing the both of you. Carmy’s giving up every ounce of control in this moment, all given to you. “So big. You’re gonna make me feel so good, Chef.” There’s a sound coming from deep in his chest, “Use my name.” Oh. You nod the best you can while being so close to him, giving a chaste kiss to his lips. “I’m so wet for you, Carmy.” 

You’re sliding the length of him between your folds again, tapping his head at your own clit before bringing him to settle right against your hole. Your hand comes around to press on his ass, directing him to push in. It’s hard to tell which sound is coming from who but soon the small office is filled with broken moans as he starts to stretch you out. 

His first stroke is slow, both of you adjusting to the sensation. He’s sinking in inch by inch, thinking of whatever bullshit nonsense he can to keep himself from instantly busting when he’s barely even inside of you. His brain is glitching, trying to hold onto this one time he walked in on Fak taking a bubble bath to keep his orgasm at bay but at the same time you’re moaning his name and playing with the hair on the nape of his neck and his balls feel so heavy and heavenly resting against you as he bottoms out and - 

“Carmen please, please.” Right, focus. 

He’s kissing you once again before rolling his hips. There’s his strong arms wrapping around your torso to keep you in place and you feel so warm and safe and full. You decide maybe Carmy deserves a little more shit soon for not burying himself inside of you the second he found your channel. “Gonna take care of you, Honey. Feel’s so good huh? Been dreaming of you wrapped around my cock and it’s so much better than I could have imagined.”

You nod and feel your body going limp, leaning your head down to rest your forehead on his shoulder while he starts to fuck into you. Each time you press a warm, open mouth kiss to his neck his speed picks up. The lewd slapping sound of his cock sliding into your wet pussy combined with his balls slapping against your ass filling the room. He’s bumping his shoulder up against your head, “Look at me? I wanna see your pretty face.” 

It takes all the strength left in your body to pick your head back up, “So much better than when I do it myself, Carm. Needed you so bad, so fucking bad.” He grunts, rewarding your praise with a sharp jerk of his hips as he brings his hand down to toy with your still sensitive clit. Your head falls back at the sensation so Carmen brings his free hand to grab your jaw, tilting your head back to look at him. “Eyes on me.” He wants to make some empty threat that he’ll stop fucking you if you look away again but he can’t even pretend to want to step away from this.

His thumb stays on your clit while we keeps fucking into you at a steady pace. His lips ghosting over yours as you both get closer to falling apart. “You can give me another, Baby. Wanna feel you come around me. You can do that for me, yeah? Wanna be good for me don’t you?” Your nails drag along his back and something about the hiss it draws from his lips and the way his pace sputters at the feeling. 

You’re a blubbering mess in all honesty. Any facade from your videos of being cool and collected is long gone as Carmen chases your orgasm. Just whimpering out his name and pleas to the best of your ability until there’s one fateful stroke combined with your clit being brushed against that has you coming undone. Nails dragging into his back and he keeps your head in place to watch as your orgasm plays over your features. 

Within seconds you feel him start to pull out of you, presumably for his own release. “Please, Carmy. Wanna feel you fill me up.” Remember how Carmen’s become more religious since he started falling for you? In this moment he truly thinks God made you special just for him. 

His lips are crashing into yours, sloppy kisses meant for nothing more than to convey need being shared until you feel his body go stiff. Hips jerking on instinct as he fills you deep with cum. One of the thrusts causes some of the liquid, a combination of the both of you, to push out around the base of his cock and he stores that feeling for later. “Fuck you feel so good like this.” 

Carmen’s sensitive and getting soft but he can’t help a few more thrusts into your sloppy pussy. Savoring the way he’s been able to claim you as his. There’s a stray thought that he really does want to film with you one night, keep the camera steady on your pretty body as he defiled it.

He stays buried in you, not quite ready to pull out. Carmen’s analyzing your features from this close - The curve of your nose, how well your lashes frame your eyes, the sleepy little content smile on your lips. He’s fascinated by you. The feeling is mutual as you trace over his tattoos, rolling your shoulders back to help relax your body. 

The two of you stay like that for a while, both just soaking the other in. You finally look up from his chest to give him a sheepish girl, leaning in to press a kiss against his lips. “So - Better than what you imagined?” 

Carmen’s laughing, the sound rumbling through his chest and warming up your heart. He looks lighter than he did when he confronted you this morning, a sparkle in his eye even. “Holy fuck, so much better.” You get another kiss from him after the admission, his hands coming down to grip at your ass. “Let's get you cleaned up and I’m bringing you back to my place for the night, yeah?” 

It’s your turn to grin, nodding enthusiastically and giving his bicep a squeeze. “Yes, Chef.”

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[pandoraslxna]

hi! first and foremost all of ur writing is GODSENT I’m hooked‼️ secondly, i saw ur requests were open and was wanting to see if you could write a neteyam smut where the reader is in heat and is completely insatiable so it leads to some thigh riding and it just isn’t making the cut so he just sits you on his face? and I love ur characterization so with lots of dialogue and him talking you through it pretty please🙏🏽 thank you for gifting us constantly !!

The heat that spreads

adult Neteyam x female avatar reader

Warnings: explicit smut, minors dni, thigh riding, oral, face sitting, praise kink, heat cycle

Words: 1.9k

Notes: thank you so much for your kind words they mean the world to me!! 😭🫶🏻 I had so much fun writing this skfjdks

Being a Na’vi had it’s perks.

The newly unlocked strength, heightened senses of smell, inhuman hearing and the agility of your avatar body— it was incredible! But there were still some things you had to get used to. One of these things being the monthly heat cycle every female Na’vi goes through, once their bodies are fully developed. It’s a blessing and a curse. You still haven’t figured out when exactly it happens, you just know that it’s not regular and therefore usually comes as a surprise. But you and your mate are trying to make the best out of it.

Right now, you’re sitting on Neteyam thigh, helping him braid his hair, when it suddenly hits you. It starts with a strange yet familiar feeling in your stomach, a warmth that spreads from your lower abdomen right into your lap. It tingles. Makes your head feel dizzy and clouded. You can feel your pupils dilate, senses on high alert as you inhale your mates scent. Neteyam smells like rain, fresh cut grass and tree bark. "What’s wrong?", he tilts his head, some of his braids lazily fall over his shoulder and you swallow thickly. He caresses your cheek with his big hand, thumb gently brushing over your bottom lip. "'Teyam", it comes out as a whine and you blush, "I- I think I‘m starting my…" Neteyams eyes widen. Has it been a month already? He thinks back to the last time with a smug grin on his face, when the two of you couldn’t leave the nest for nearly three days.

You try to clench your thighs together for some friction but it’s impossible with Neteyams leg inbetween them. You curse the position your in, but then he shifts under you, the muscle of his thigh brushes against your clit and you gasp.

You don’t even mean to, but your body has a mind of its own and you slowly start grinding yourself against his thigh. "Please", you beg for his touch, "C-Can we, uhm…" Your eyes point to the weaved sleeping matt, that you two share, across the marui pod. A contented purr of your name rumbles in his chest, your toes curling into the soles of your feet as your name drips from his tongue like warm honey. "Keep doing that", he chuckles and guides your hips to keep moving, "We‘ll get to mating soon, my sweet girl. Now I just want to help you get to your release. The first of many." His words aren’t just promises, they’re vows. He enjoys the days of your heat more than anything, willing to bend you in every possible position until you’re finally satisfied. His stamina seemingly increased during these times, thanks to a certain hormone only the female’s mate could smell.

You whimper softly, the tips of your ears burning with an intense heat as you stare up at your mate through lidded eyes. Neteyams words sent your heart a flutter, stomach bunching into a tight knot as your nerves tingle like a live wire.

You felt small sitting on his thigh, dwarfed by his much larger stature as you struggle to stay seated. You can feel the heat pooling rapidly in the pit of your stomach, heart beating hard against your ribs and pounding loudly in your ears as your breaths come out in short, rough pants. Your pussy clenches around nothing and it almost drives you insane. It hurts.

You experiment with different paces and pressures, trying to figure out the best way to get yourself off. It doesn’t take very long to find out what works best for you.

"You're dripping all over my thigh,” Neteyam notes amused. He’s mesmerized by the sight of you using him for your own pleasure.

You take a deep, shuddering breath, tongue darting over your dry lips as you swallow around the lump in your throat.

"'Teyam," you wail, voice turning into a whine laced with tiny hiccups. "It’s, fuck, it’s not enough… It hurts, I want to– need to cum so bad."

"I know, little one. You're doing so well for me", he praises, with his fingers digging into your hips he helps you move faster and cause more and more friction. Neteyam then tenses the muscles of his thigh, which completely changes the feeling. It’s so much harder now, the friction a lot more satisfying. "Better?"

You nod frantically, incapable of forming a coherent response.

Every rock of your hips is bringing you a jolt of pleasure. It feels so euphoric that you find yourself never wanting it to end. Everything‘s being stimulated with each buck of your hips and small shivers shot up your spine every time you brush your clit against his muscles.

You were growing wetter by the second, so much so that a wet patch was beginning to form on his skin. Which was making it easier and even more pleasurable for you to glide yourself up and down his thigh. When you brush your clit once more, you really couldn’t help the loud moan that left your lips.

"You’re close already, aren’t you? My sweet girl is going to cum just from grinding herself on my thigh", Neteyam chuckles teasingly and his intense eye contact is too much for you. You shy away from him but his free hand reaches for your face, thumb and forefinger digging into your jaw as he tilts your chin up. "No, you keep looking at me with those pretty eyes or I’ll stop." You can feel his hot breath against your skin, every hair on the nape of your neck standing up at his close proximity. "D-Don’t stop, please! Please I’m so– so close Neteyam!" Your breathing wavered, hot, burning coil in your stomach threatening to snap as you tremble. He‘s in complete control of your movements, strong hands digging at your hip so hard, you know it’s going to bruise tomorrow. He moves your body along to the rhythm that you desire. Your face twists with pleasure as you moan with complete abandon, his name like a prayer on your lips as your wet pussy slides across his thigh. Neteyam hums, voice deep and thick as he speaks to you in a hushed whisper. "It’s okay, little one. You can cum, let go for me."

You don’t hesitate to obey his command, the coil in your stomach shattering into a million pieces as your orgasm violently courses through you. Your body trembles and you scream your mates name with pure bliss, clinging to him like your life depends on it. Your movements falter, fingers numb as you hold tight onto his shoulders and what little sanity you had left. Neteyam forces you to ride out the waves of your pleasure high, pressing his leg hard against your clit until you beg for him to stop, crying that’s it’s too much but not enough at the same time. If he keeps that rhythm up, you’re sure you would immediately cum again.

Your legs are shaking and you pitch forward, burying your head against his board chest and seeking the warmth of his skin. His sturdy grip on you slowly eases, fingers gently threading through your braided hair and his other hand caressing your back to soothe the erratic beating of your heart. You hum with content as you press your ear against his chest, listening to his thundering heartbeat as you try to regain control of your breathing.

"How do you feel, my love?", he kisses the top of your head.

It doesn’t take long for the familiar heat to return to your core, spreading like a wild fire and you hide your blushing face in his chest. "Wasn’t enough", you mumble and it’s barely above a whisper. "Hm, I thought so", Neteyam grins, "my desperate little mate." You don’t even know what’s happening at first, as he maneuvers you into a new position. When your eyes fly open, you find your mate almost flat on the ground, laying right below you and with his head resting between your thighs. Your eyes widen when he playfully bites down onto the soft flesh of your thigh, careful not to actually hurt you with his canine. His hot breathe fans over the wet skin of your cunt and you shiver. "Neteyam, what are you–" He leans forward to place a sudden kiss right on your clit and you choke on your words. "Sit down", he demands and his words alone make you weak in the knees. One of his hands cups your ass and the other one your hip, with his three long fingers digging into your skin he supports you, pulls you down closer to where he licks his lips, ready to consume his favorite meal. You do as you’re told, carefully lowering yourself to sit on his face and immediately, his tongue darts out to lick a stripe from your dripping entrance to your clit.

He moans at your taste, at the way you fist your hands in his hair to anchor him so you can rut against his face. Against his nose and those puffy lips, so roughly that you can feel his head moving with the force of your hips. And yet he’s moaning uncontrollably, gasping and groaning your name and between slurps and sucks.

He’s a voracious pussy eater. Tireless, hungry, eager to please, but most of all responsive even though he’s nearly smothered under your weight as you ride his face.

"Holy shit— oh, fuck, 'Teyam you’re gonna make me cum again!"

His mouth and his tongue work overtime, swirling around your clit. Suckling on your lips. Sticking his tongue as far into you as he possibly can, ignoring his aching jaw to lick up every little drop of your delicious juices. Smothering himself and shortening his breath from stuffing his nose into your mound to reach as far into you as he can. And then– then, Neteyam does the one thing that he knows you absolutely love.

Taking a hand off your hip, he slips two of his fingers into your soaking wet cunt and curls them just right. Pairing powerful strokes of his hand with long sucks of his mouth, he coaxes you over the edge with such familiarity and such confidence that it takes your breath away. Literally.

"Neteyam!” You gasp, hands fisting in his hair and pulling as your thighs snap tight around his head. Your orgasm almost takes you out, it makes you shake like the leaves of a tree in a storm, your muscles jumping and spasming and making you twitch uncontrollably until it plateaus into complete, white-out inducing bliss. His fingers keep pumping in and out of you through the clamping of your walls, stretching out your orgasm until you’re slumping down ever so slowly, your body slowly going limp from the incredible pleasure.

With a gentle tap to your thigh, you untangle yourself from your mate, lifting your hips from his face. He’s glistening with your slickness and it makes you flustered. When he sits up, your eyes immediately fall on the outline of his hard and painfully neglected cock under his loincloth. It makes you swallow almost hungrily.

He grins at you, palming himself over the thin cloth as he repositions himself once again. With a hand flat on your chest he gently lays you down and then sits on his heels, right between your thighs. "Satisfied yet?", he tilts his head and licks his lips clean. You shake your head no and he chuckles. "What do you want? Talk to me, my sweet girl and I’ll do whatever you want."

"More. Please, I want… more."

#avatar 2 #neteyam #neteyam sully #avatar #avatar the way of water #neteyam x reader #neteyam x female reader #awow #avatar way of water #atwow #･ ｡ﾟ☆: *my works* :☆ﾟ.

[trashmouth-richie]

the boy is mine // ziggy’s version ♡

@carolmunson prompt

♡firstly, i’m so excited about this, for the unification this could have for all of us fandom wide— hopefully there are more ideas like this in the future 💕

tw: depictions of hard times, established relationship, blue collar (?) vibes, money troubles, but you’re in love so it’s a non issue. fluffy, illusions to smut but nothing mentioned.

1.3k

the scene: a romantic night in at the trailer.

props included/mentioned (in passing or can hold bigger meaning): a throw pillow, vanilla frosting, a small notebook.

dialogue included (can be manipulated slightly if needed, can be placed in any order):- "i ran out of like, nice cups, is this okay?" - "aw, don't be like that. that's not even true."- "and you like that?"- "if you don't stop, we're gonna have a problem."

Birthdays.

Something rarely celebrated between the two of you. Even though you both agree every year would be different, every new year’s resolution—sworn to do it, but always falling short.

Until this year.

It wasn’t a pony or a working television, and still with the daily struggle of bills piling up and work slowing down— Eddie promised himself, your day would be special.

He dipped into the ‘broken window’ fund— started when some little shits tossed rocks at the “freak’s house”. It consisted of an empty pickle jar that lived in the same dark bottom cabinet holding the potatoes.

Just a few bucks, that’s all he would need until payday on friday.

The shopping basket was nearly pathetic looking as he scoured aisles for a special treat, realizing he had come up short when he needed an extra few bucks for gas.

Putting back the cake mix, the card, and a pack of twizzlers—Eddie left the store with a single can of vanilla frosting, the off brand kind.

He rushed home, hoping to still have enough time to beat you there before your shift ended at work.

Scrounging for the small notebook you got him for christmas, he flipped through the pages filled with past conversations about the pros and cons of leaving the trailer park, a forgotten list for groceries, and an even shorter list of bills that could be pushed back a few days.

He finally finds a clean sheet, clear of pen marks and gets to work. His hands flew with D&D esque inspired calligraphy, scrawling “happy birthday baby!” with a tiny jagged heart at the bottom with his initials.

A car door slams on creaky hinges and he knew you were home before even hearing your soft footsteps on the worn concrete— giving him only seconds to do a quick sniff of his pits and rake through his hair with his fingers— rings getting stuck along the way.

Your keys jingle on your finger as you lug your purse by its strap, nearly to the ground like you were walking a dog on a leash.

“There she is,”

The same cheesy charmer line he had greeted you with since you were teens meeting between classes by your locker, faces wedged almost as one to kiss as much as you could before being late. Hormones on fire.

Eddie ‘benjamin button’ Munson aged backwards, you were sure of it. Where you looked exhausted at any given hour, Eddie's puppy dog eyes grew bigger every day, not a single wrinkle on his cherub face.

“Hey babe,” you yawned with a hand covering your mouth, “did’y have a good day?”

His smile, all dimples and porcelain teeth stretched a mile wide along with his arms as you walked into them, pressing your cheek to the middle of his chest, arms slung lazy on his hips.

“Always a good day babe, never bad. And..someone, not sure who, has a birthday.”

Lifting your head his chin is dipped to you, “someone doesn’t like their birthday, Eddie— it’s a waste.”

You never had, it was never happy before Eddie— stemming from divorced parents fighting about which one should pick up the cake, and who was buying the gifts because ‘I did it last year’ which ultimately dissolved into you telling them not to worry about it because it was just another day.

“Aw don’t be like that,” Eddie frowns, “that’s not even true.”

You grumble into his shirt tossing your head further into him inhaling his scent. He kisses your hairline and strokes your back before working to remove your coat.

“Five years we’ve been together, it’s time we celebrate shit, sweetheart.”

Mumbling a drawn out ‘fiiine’ into him he tips your chin, with a curl of his forefinger, a little smirk on his lips.

“You’re really cute when you pout y’know it?”

“and you like that?”

His lips slot against yours, and you hum with content, “oh darlin’” he says with a fake southern drawl, “I love it.”

-

The tub was filled with the warmest temperature the water heater would allow— which wasn’t a lot, but still, it felt nice on your sore muscles from your shift at the same plant both Eddie and Wayne worked at, opposite shifts from you.

Eddie’s rings clacked on the plastic edge as he slid his long legs around yours into the water, sitting on the other end of the tub. He had helped you undress, hanging your coat on the back of a chair, giving you the beautiful homemade card that made tears spring to your eyes.

He followed behind you into the bathroom, running the water and putting the drain stopper into the drain before he ran back out to the kitchen returning with arms filled with stuff that he kept hidden from you until you were comfortably sitting in the cramped bathtub.

He plugged in an emerald strand of colorful christmas lights that you didn’t even know you had. It filled the cluttered countertop, weaving around the bar of soap and kitchen cup designated for holding your toothbrushes, lighting the bathroom in a cozy Christmas ambience… in April.

“We ran out of like, nice cups— is this okay?” He asked before pouring a can of Busch light into two red cups that were nabbed from Benny’s before it shut down.

Scrunching your face you move your arms from the depths of the water to reach out for his extended offering of warm beer, “when have we ever had nice cups?”

He laughed shrugging, “yeah, you’re right.”

Sitting square in front of you, long legs bent and wide open, Eddie holds up his cup in a cheers, “to you, my love, my sweet beautiful hotter than hell girl who for some reason fell for my charm, happy birthday.”

Clinking a his cup with yours you both smile before taking a swig of the cheap warm beer.

“mm, that’s nice.. what year?” you tease, never even having wine in your life.

He plays along like he always does, swirling the cup and putting the tip of his nose to the rim, “ah yes, a refined 1989 I believe— a good year for Busch I've heard.”

You both laugh until your sides ache. This is why you adored him, making a normal day special by just being him—corny, cheesy, poor— and you had never been happier.

“Oh, wait!” he exclaimed, reaching out of the tub, ribs stretching taunt against his skin, soap sliding down them.

He grabs a lighter from the counter and opens the tub of frosting. Brandishing a white waxed candle tucked behind his ear with the flair of a magician, he plants it in the center before lighting the wick and sitting down roughly in the tub, water splashing onto the floor.

The flame lit up his features, his tongue poked out in concentration, the yellow light filling his dark pudding eyes with a boyish glee, and then they met yours.

“Should I sing?”

You shake your head, happy tears stinging your eyes, “no, this is perfect,”

“Well make a wish.”

You close your eyes tight not knowing what to wish for because all you’ve ever wanted is right in front of you. Blowing out the candle you lean forward and kiss him square on the mouth, hard and deep.

The beer tipped into the tub and was long forgotten as your lips worked down his neck, wet strands of hair curled around, his arms pulling you in, making you sit on his naked lap, the frosting birthday cake sitting on the floor.

You kiss for awhile, your chest pressed into his, his hands squeezing your ass, the heel of his foot knocking the plug from the drain.

“If you don’t stop,” you mutter between kisses, “we’re gonna have a problem.”

Eddie smirks, dimples poking out, stroking your cheek thumb sweeping your swollen bit lip, “throw pillow is already on the bed, besides, I’m not afraid of a little trouble baby.”

#carols prompts #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson blurb #eddie x you #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff

[thefallennightmare]

Just Pretend-fifteen

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader

Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.

Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.

Authors Note: it so mf late and I have to work tomorrow. so y'all better enjoy my loves!

Collaborating With: @thescarlettvvitch(better give her all the love as well)

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READER

My heart hammered in my chest as I took the next right, the familiar neighborhood coming into view. I peered to my right, making sure the gift basket was still buckled in place, and the excitement of seeing him again made my stomach flutter. My flight landed less than an hour ago but instead of going straight up, I loaded up my car with all of my bags and came straight to his house. The talk with my father was still loud in my mind.

My father and I had a long talk yesterday. He could sense something was causing my inner plagues. He caught on quickly; he knew the slightest changes in my demeanor.

Oie vie, that sounds familiar.

We discussed everything that happened, from top to bottom; even the veil of intimacy- I was modest, using a simple statement of course, this was my dad. But, I couldn’t lie to him- he put his hand on my shoulder and said.

“I’m sure you think that I don’t understand what you’re going through, but I do. It’s just that sometimes, our future is dictated by what we are in our most current state, as opposed to what we want and actually need.”

We talked more after that; it was opening the curtain that was in front of my eyes. The curtain of Noah and I- the one I only peeked through this whole time. The curtain needs to open.

“What are you going to do?” He asked, pulling back from a gracious hug. We were standing in the large airport, my flight minutes away from being called.

There was a long pause as I mewled the words over my tongue.

“I don’t know,” I finally answered.

We stood together for another minute, just holding each other.

“Follow your heart, Y/N. Break the chains that bind you.” My dad held my face with both of his hands and I could see his eyes glisten.

Was he emotional? I couldn’t be sure.

We hugged again, and I laughed. “Who knew you were a poet with words like that.”

He mocks gasped. “Where the hell do you think you get from?”

“True.”

Less than a block away, my phone buzzed and as I pulled up to the stop sign, I glanced down at the new message.

Chase: sweets, we need to talk to you. Call us when you can.

My heart dropped a little, worry filling me, but I didn’t want whatever he had to talk about ruining my plans so while still stopped, I quickly typed a reply.

ME: I have pretty shitty service where I’m at. What’s up?

As I drove again, my heart began beating loudly in my chest as his house came into view, his car sitting in the driveway.

He’s home.

Pulling to a slow, I reached for my phone ready to text him but the new message from Chase gave me immediate pause; my stomach dropping straight down to the pits of my stomach.

Chase: Noah went out on a date. He’s seeing someone.

My car idled in the middle of the road as I read the message repeatedly, the words like a dagger through my chest.

No, it can’t be true. Maybe it was a mistake, a misunderstanding.

Chase: sweets??

A loud horn jarred me from my froze state and with a choked sob, I pulled over the car to the side of the road, two houses down from his.

Tears burned in the corners of my eyes but they didn’t fall. My fingers hovered over his contact, debating whether I should call him. Maybe if I told him I was coming to see him, he would explain everything.

“Coming up next on Octane,” the loud voice from the speakers made me jump, heart still beating hard in my chest as my teary eyes stared at the radio on the dashboard. “A brand new single by Virginia native band Bad Omens. Here is Nowhere To Go.”

Fuck, I almost forgot about their new song.

“Why's this always gotta happen to me? I should have known. I never fail to never learn from mistakes, still throwing stones. Blood signed we made it a pact. Yours dried out, you took it back.”

I choked on a sob as Noah’s words dug the knife deeper into my chest. Tears still pooling in my eyes but not yet falling.

“Hear me out, I'm sorry, but I'm a little less than sold. I've been around, heard all the stories you said you never told. You're used to speaking in tongues to feel like you're in control. Now you've got nowhere to run, now you've got nowhere to go.”

The emotion in Noah’s voice made me rest my head against the cool window, letting it ease away the burning warmth that spread through my skin.

“Tell me what's mine and tell me what's yours. Why I never got a say, never got a choice? Tell me what's mine and tell me what's yours. Why I never got a say, never got a choice? Tell me what's mine and tell me what's yours. Why I never got a say, never got a choice? Tell me what's mine and tell me what's yours And why I never ever got a fucking say? Oh.”

Now the tears fell freely into my lap as my body shook with sobs, it falling silent against Noah’s strong voice, his emotion, hurt, and anger blasting through the speakers.

“Are you ready? I'm in the driver's seat now. Oh, oh.”

“Mother fucker,” I cursed myself through sobs as I smacked the steering wheel not once, not twice, but three times.

I never meant to not give him a say, I never meant to not allow him a chance, it was never the intention to blindside him; it was a shield, a mask I wore the night I left that hotel room, and clearly; one of the biggest mistakes of my life. Noah was right, I had nowhere to go. As I sat in the driver's seat, grieving over the consequences of my fearful and irrational actions, the song ended, and I sat in silence. I heard the air conditioner hum, the humming almost hid the sound of my beating and broken heart.

You did this, stupid girl.

While driving over to Noah’s, I didn’t know the outcome of what would happen as I practiced what I planned on telling him. But now, as the tears and makeup dried to my face, I knew only one thing; I fucking love Noah, and I waited too long.

Chase: Y/N, please let me know you’re okay.

With shaky hands, I clicked on Malcolm’s contact name, the ringing of the phone echoing throughout my small car.

“Buttercup, where are you?”

At hearing the sheer panic in his voice as he rushed out the words, I broke down in sobs yet again.

“I fucked up, guys,” I cried.

“No, sweets. You didn’t.” Chase sighed.

I nodded even though he couldn’t see me. “Yes, I did! Did you not hear their song? He’s seeing someone else!”

“Why are you there, Y/N? It’s only going to hurt you,” Malcolm said.

Through blurry vision, I stared up at Noah’s house as a light upstairs turned off and I couldn't help but wonder if that was his bedroom.

“I-I don’t know. I just thought that maybe,” the words came out in a jumbled mess and I did my best to compose myself with a deep breath.

“Come home, sweets. We miss you. We can sit on the couch in front of the fire and you can tell us about how the rest of your trip went. Salem misses you, he hasn’t stopped meowing at your door.” Chase suggested.

I peered over to the gift basket on my right. It was filled with a variety of gifts I brought back for Noah with a handwritten note taped to the front; one that will go unread now.

“Okay,” I said, defeated. “I’ll be there soon.”

After hanging up with them, I let out a few shaky breaths to compose myself as I stared at myself in the mirror, wiping away the tears.

Get your shit together.

With a longing glance toward Noah's house, I quickly typed out a message to the Hollow Omens group chat before pulling a U-turn and heading back home.

Me: The new song is amazing! I’m proud of you guys! Can’t wait to hear what else you have up your sleeves.

JOLLY

As I ascended the stairs, phone in my hand, I read the thread in the Hollow Omens group chat.

Malcolm: We’re throwing a welcome back bitch party at our place Friday night for Y/N. All you have to bring is yourselves. We’ll provide everything else.

Y/N: no, no party. Please.

Chase: too bad. It’s already been decided.

Folio: fuck yea, we’ll be there! Nick and I are flying in Thursday night.

Me: We missed you, Y/N. Can’t wait to hear all about your trip.

As I was passing by Noah’s shut door, his text popped up in the chat. He returned home from hanging out with Bailey a little while ago and immediately held up in his room.

Noah: bringing my date, that cool?

Y/N: 🆒

I ran a hand over my face at how stupid Noah was being. It was one thing to ask Malcolm or Chase separately, but asking in the group chat where he knew Y/N could see was a new low. Orie was passing by the hallway so I pulled him to a stop, filling him in on what happened.

“He’s a fucking idiot,” he shook his head

Still, in front of his door, I went to knock on the door but I froze; soft music playing through the wood.

“Is he listening to Cher again?” Orie wondered with pulled brows.

“He loves Cher,” I reminded him.

“Noah is playing back time on again.”

My head snapped towards Orie to correct him. “That's TURN BACK TIME. That’s the title.”

“Oh excuse me,” he held up his hands.

“You’re lucky I was the one to correct you and not him. Noah is serious about Cher.” I snorted before knocking on the door.

The music stopped. “Come in.”

Noah spun around in his computer chair and nodded towards us. “What’s up?”

“Have you lost your mind?” Orie asked.

“What are you talking about?” Noah shook his head, confused.

“How do you go from dumb to dumber this fast?”

Now he looked towards me. “Excuse me?”

“You could have texted Chase or Malcolm to ask about bringing a date. But in the group chat where Y/N could see, why the fuck would you do that?” I questioned.

“Why not?” Noah shrugged nonchalantly.

He’s your brother. You can’t hit him.

“I don’t know if you’re trying to make her jealous or what, but if this blows up in your face,” Orie shook his head while leaning against the wall.

“It won’t, like I told you guys before, I need to at least attempt to move on,” Noah turned back towards his computer, loading up Twitch.

“Okay but, I don’t think-,” I started.

“Let it go,” Noah spoke over his shoulder, not bothering to glance my way.

“This isn’t an attempt to move on. You’re doing this on purpose and it’s messy, Noah.” I examined.

“Dude- don’t, I don’t need a lecture. It’s just casual. Bailey and I are just hanging out-that’s it,” he explained before motioning towards his door. “Can you close the door behind you?”

With a long breath, Orie and I shared a look before retreating out of his room.

READER

The sudden commotion coming from down the hall gave me pause as I stared at myself in the mirror, wondering if it was worth walking through my door to socialize. I compiled a list of excuses to use to get out of this little welcome-back party tonight but every single one Chase and Malcolm saw right through.

“My painting class ran late. I might not make it.”

Malcolm was there at 6:30 to pick me up; right on time.

“I’m on my period and the pain is terrible.”

Chase snickered. “You had your period last week.”

“Salem isn’t feeling well, I should take him to the vet.”

As Salem was doing his usual evening zoomies around the house as he played with one of his many toys that littered the floor throughout the house.

In the end, my excuses did nothing to keep me from this party tonight so much to my dismay, I forced a fake smile on my face. It wasn’t going to be easy tonight knowing that not only would Noah be here, me seeing him for the first time in almost two weeks, but also knowing he wasn’t alone.

He brought a date.

Good for him, I told myself. He deserves to be happy.

But you wanted it to be with you.

Forcing the thought to the far depths of my mind, I took a deep breath to steady myself then left my room to follow the commotion of the noise.

Holy shit.

The living room was packed with more people than I expected, music playing in the background. Besides Chase, Malcolm, Byran, Matt, and the guys of Bad Omens, there were a few unfamiliar faces.

“What happened to a small party?” I teased Malcolm as I took a cup from him and took a small sip, the alcohol burning down my throat. “Oh, shit. What the fuck is this?”

The liquorice-tasting booze lingered on my tongue long after.

“Ouzo. Brought by Jesse Cash,” Malcolm nodded behind me.

My eyes widened as I turned around, eyes immediately connected with the guitarist and clean vocalist of Erra. My heart beat faster, my inner fangirl trying hard not to break free. I’d been a fan of theirs for years.

“Holy shit,” I stammered. “I’m not shitting on your alcohol choice. It’s great.”

Jesse smiled. “I hear you’re big into Greek mythology and thought it would fit to bring a popular Greek drink.”

I raised my cup to him in thanks before taking another small sip, this time the burning eased its way down my throat.

“So, you live with Noah and Jolly?” I asked Jesse.

“Yeah with Michael and Orie,” he answered just as two other unfamiliar faces appeared on either side of him.

I recognized Orie’s name as the one who directs their music videos the other I wasn’t completely familiar with. As we exchanged hello’s, Michael informed me he’d been a friend of Noah’s for a while and was in another band. After a while when Jolly and Nick joined the group, I began telling them about my trip to Japan until I felt a burning gaze to the side of my head.

My heart broke at the sight in front of me.

Noah was leaning against the wall, a small brunette standing up against his chest as her fingers played with the beads of his rosary, twirling it in her fingers. Whatever she was trying to talk to Noah fell on deaf ears as he bore his eyes straight down to his feet. Almost as if he knew I was watching, Noah gazed up towards me and when our eyes locked, he gently pried the rosary out of his date's hands, pushing her away slightly.

I coughed, embarrassed for being caught staring, and turned towards the couch sitting next to Chase.

“Are you okay?” He asked, ice-colored eyes peering over his cup towards Noah.

“She seems nice,” I spoke low while messing with a loose strand on the ripped part of my jeans.

Chase hummed low in his chest. “She’s practically throwing herself on him in front of everyone. It’s weird.”

Playfully, I smacked his chest then finished my drink with a wince, setting the empty cup on the table in front of me just as Michael sat on the other side of me.

“So, Hollow Souls in your band?”

I nodded with a small smile. “Yeah; me, Chase, and Malcolm.”

“I listened to your first two albums but can I say how excited I am for your new stuff,” Michael leaned against the couch, resting his arm across the back of it.

“We are too. There’s a new way we want to go, musically and lyrically, that’s going to differ from how we used to be.”

We continued to chat for a long while, Chase jumping in every once in a while, until someone sat on the couch across from me, his long legs stretching out to brush against my calf. Noah gave me a small smile.

“Hi,” he said.

I forced my best smile, ignoring the girl who sat next to him with her hand on his thigh.

“Hey.”

“You look good,” Noah nodded towards me. “Have a good trip?”

“Yeah. I love my dad and had a lot of fun but I was ready to come home.”

Noah's eyes glinted. “Missed us?”

I shrugged while crossing my legs over at the ankles as I leaned back against Chase. “I missed Chase terribly. I don’t know how I went on without him after he left.”

A rouse of laughter echoed throughout the living room but the girl next to Noah watched with curious eyes.

“Hi, I’m Bailey,” She sat forward while extending her hand towards me. “It’s lovely to finally meet you. I’m a huge fan. ”

Noah and my intense gaze never broke until the hand shook in front of me again, almost reminding me to shake it. Breaking away reluctantly, I smiled at Bailey.

“Oh, hi. Nice to meet you as well,” I carefully shook her hand.

The burning gaze drilled into me as I let go of Bailey’s hand, subconsciously rubbing my palm on my thigh. Noah watched the two of us with intense eyes, darting back and forth with such speed.

“This guy talks a lot about you,” Bailey squeezed Noah’s thigh, making him stiffen.

I cleared my throat, blood draining from my face. “H-he does?”

She nodded with a smile. “Noah is a huge fan of Hollow Souls. I saw you guys on this last tour and needless to say, I was jealous that I couldn’t see him fill in with you guys those last few nights. I bet it was amazing performing together, having Noah’s great vocals with you. I mean, not saying yours are bad. But Trey’s always overshadowed it with his lyrics.”

My shoulders went rigid for two reasons; Trey and his lyrics.

Chase clicked his tongue before drowning down the rest of his drink. Malcolm, who stood behind the couch, reached over and squeezed my shoulder, knowing how deep I was about to go with this conversation.

“I write all the lyrics for Hollow Souls,” I informed Bailey.

Her eyes widened, still not removing her hand from Noah’s thigh. “I didn’t-. I read things online that said it was all Trey.”

I bit my lip, knowing that it wasn't her fault and she shouldn’t face my wrath. But it could have been because Trey was still such a sore subject for me or the fact that her hand was now grazing up and down on Noah’s thigh. Dr. Poulos told me I was running, and even Noah told me subliminally I was running. They were right and now look where it got me. Me, staring at another woman touching what was rightfully mine.

It didn’t work because the words slipped through my lips before I could stop them.

“Do you believe everything you read online?” I raised a teasing brow.

The tension in the room was thick, something everyone but this poor girl picked up on.

“No. I’m really sorry if I offended you, Y/N. It wasn’t my intention. I’ve just been a fan for years and always thought Trey wrote the songs,” Bailey said.

My jaw clenched but before I could retort, my phone rang, silencing all my words.

“Hello?” I sighed into it.

“Hi dear. Why so somber?”

My face broke out in a large smile at hearing my dad's voice. “Hi, dad. How are you?”

“Good, just got back from a run and wanted to check in.”

Malcolm smacked my shoulder. “Put it on speaker. I want to say hi.”

Rolling my eyes, I clicked the speaker button. “Dad, Malcolm wants to say hi.”

As the two of them talked, I dared a glance over to Noah and Bailey, and my stomach drop at the sigh; they were having their own deep conversation, her hand still resting against his thigh. Blinking away the tears that stung, I let out a shaky breath as my dad’s voice caught my attention.

“Dear, how did things go with what’s his name? Did you tell him the truth? Oh fuck, I can’t remember his name. OH! No-?”

Quickly taking the call off the speaker, I jumped from the couch and darted into the kitchen.

NOAH

Everyone tensed as Y/N scurried out of the room with her phone pressed to her ear. Even though Bailey was rambling my ear off about some topic I wasn’t paying attention too, I missed why Y/N abruptly left the room.

“Where’s she going?” I nodded toward the spot where Y/N previously sat.

Nick cleared his throat. “Her dad was calling to check in.”

“Why are you just sitting and zoning out then?” Bailey giggled. “What’s with the tension?” 

Jolly shook his head with a smile. “There’s no tension. We’re all trying to figure out what song to listen to. Any requests?”

Something wasn’t adding up so after excusing myself to grab another drink, Bailey’s hand finally detached from my thigh. As I walked into the kitchen, I noticed Y/N was leaning against the counter, back to me and phone pressed to her ears. Her eyes were pinched closed by her fingers.

“No Dad, just leave it alone…. She seems nice, I can’t do that to him, it was a silly thing to even consider.” 

My brows furrowed as my heart beat rapidly in my chest, wondering who she was talking about. I shouldn't eavesdrop, the gods know how much I hate that shit, but I couldn’t move. My feet were frozen in place as I stuffed my hands deep into my pockets.

“Look it’s not worth it now. I waited too long.”

Waited too long? For what?

Y/N talked for another minute then hung up with a sad sigh, slowly turning around with a shocked expression as she noticed me standing there.

“Noah! Hey! How long have you been standing there?” She shifted on her feet.

“Just walked by,” I lied. “I needed another beer. Everything alright with your dad?”

“Oh yeah, totally.”

We stood there in an awkward silence; something that wasn’t common between us.

“What’s that?” I wondered while pointing behind her.

Y/N raised a brow as she peered over her shoulder to the dining room and let out a small chuckle; my heart coming to life at the sound.

“Chase’s fish tank. The thing is fucking huge and why does it need to be seen through, I don’t know. But it’s his hobby and I’m not one to make fun of someone's hobby,” she said while walking over to the large fish tank.

It was one of those that you could look through and see whatever or whoever was standing onto the other side. A variety of colors, sizes, and kinds of fish swam slowly back and forth. In the awkward silence, I stared at the mustache of the catfish my eyes gliding over the tank, looking at it instead of her. Peering back at me was a pair of the most exquisitely beautiful pair of eyes.

Those angelic eyes. I accidentally pushed my face closer to the glass, she chuckled a little. We were still silent, not sure what to say exactly. She was ethereal, truly, on the other side of the tank. We now realize it was just the two of us at this moment. It was then that I noticed the large basket on the table behind her; a piece of paper with my name tapped to the front.

“Is that for me?” I asked while standing straight.

Y/N followed my gaze, staring at the basket for a long moment before snatching the paper off of it.

“Yea. Just a few things you wanted me to bring back for you.”

Her eyes never met mind as she fiddled with the paper between her fingers. I never got the chance to ask what was so important about that flimsy paper because Bailey’s voice called out for me.

“Noah! Can you grab me a beer on your way back?”

JESSE

I had to admit, privately in the corners of myself of course- Y/N was absolutely stunning. Even I couldn’t deny that. The first few minutes of speaking with her, she definitely had an allure. I could see why Noah was so captivated at first.

But to say I was perplexed was an understatement.

I knew my friend; I knew his little quirks, habits, his way around words, and lack thereof. He knew how to get off scot easy. I observed Noah and Y/N, the awkward moments that only selected of us knew.

Fuck.

The elephant was only getting larger with one passing moment. I wanted to get up and start yelling “Cut the shit! You love each other!”

I hated this mess that was sitting on the left of me.

Noah’s actions were almost mirroring hers. It was painful to watch. The twitching, the shifting of eyes, the touching of hair. Noah’s hair was so long- he would touch the strands and twirl it and when she laughed too hard with Michael, I almost thought Noah was going to rip out a strand.

A few other things I noticed? Bailey filled up her drink twice. Y/n watched her like a hawk, and Noah watched her watch Bailey.

What a fucking hellhound of a night.

Bailey was a nice girl, but even I could see her head was too blown up into Noah land to realize she was a mere plot device, a way of distraction from the one across from her. Poor naïve thing.

Not being able to take it anymore I glanced at Noah intensely, taking off my glasses. He looked back; he knew what I was getting at. I shook my head, direction to the hallway “

We need to talk my eyes said.

Noah sighed before slipping away from Bailey, who was staring down at the contents of her drink, body swaying slightly. But when she noticed Noah was leaving, she grazed his back while he did. Noah froze for a moment before shrugged his shoulders, her touch falling from his back.

I quickly looked to Y/N and realized she was watching the two of them over the rim of her cup, usual bright eyes dulled from the alcohol and the sight of Noah with someone else. He never left her vision- even if she thought he did. And she was the same. That shrug was small, but it did its job.

Once out of earshot, I crossed my arm over my chest. “Noah-.”

“Jesse,” he cut me off with my name. “I can’t deal with any more bullshit lectures tonight. Seriously, I’m a grown man.”

“Are you?” I raised a brow while pointing back to the living room. “Because the shit is extremely uncomfortable for all of us. You’re acting like some teen throwing a toy around, waiting for a reaction.”

“That’s fucked up,” Noah’s eyes narrowed.

“Well, am I wrong?” I shot back.

He sighed and I could tell he was tired of it. He was tired of the constant telling him what to do, and what to say; from all of us, but he was so fucking stubborn. Noah had to have been one of the most intense friends I’ve ever encountered. I love him, but, this was even breaking me down mentally.

All I wanted was for my friend, and my new friend to wake the fuck up.

“Look dude,” I sighed while running a hand over my chin. “I won’t say anything. But this is just uncomfortable, please understand that?”

“I do, but it doesn’t have to be. I’m trying to test the waters. I’m sorry for dragging you all into this.”

I patted his shoulder. “We’re here for you man, we know what this is doing to you. We know Baley isn’t where your head’s at. But I have to ask; you already know about Y/N’s condition and why she walked away. What’s the point of this?”

Noah rested his hands on his hips as he stared down at his feet before lifting to meet my gaze. “She won’t talk to me. I mean Y/N talks to me- but she won’t let me in. She doesn’t trust me enough to tell me the truth. And that fucking hurts, Jesse.”

“This isn’t it brother, come on, you’re better than this,” I tried to reason.

“Am I?”

My shoulders fell at the Scorpio's stubbornness. “Yeah, you are and Y/N knows that. She’s distraught out there, Noah.”

“I just need her to tell me herself,” Noah opened his arms wide to the side before they fell, slapping his thighs. The sound bounced off the walls of the hallway. “I need her to need me.”

With a deep sigh, I eventually nodded before wrapping an arm around his shoulder, leading us back into the living room where Noah’s eyes immediately caught Michael and Y/N standing far off in the corner of the room, talking amongst themselves.

It was about to be a fucking zoo soon.

NOAH

I stared at the floor, my shoes, and anywhere that was avoidant to her gaze. I was avoidant of the woman in front of me. She was throwing herself at me, that much I could tell. Angel looked so beautiful, it’s all I could think of. Her beauty was unparalleled, it couldn’t be outshined by anyone.

She was glowing; the trip did wonders for her, and I was happy to see it. I wasn't, however, happy with the situation I was in, Bailey on my left- that was one thing. Michael was telling Y/N a joke, something about Japanese mice, I couldn’t fucking tell.

I was counting to 10, something my therapist, Dr. Poulos suggested I do when I find myself in situations I can't control.

“I don’t see what’s so funny,” I grumbled into the rim of my beer bottle.

“I didn’t say anything funny,” Bailey answered.

A low noise rumbled in my chest as I continued to watch Michael and Y/N. I wasn’t worried about Michael- so why my jaw clenched and my tongue kept moving I wasn’t sure.

No, I fucking knew. I wanted to stand across from her, encasing around her space. I wanted to be the one who told Y/N jokes.

I began twisting my hair with my fingers-a strand was sure to snap off if it didn’t already.

Michael chuckled while glancing at me, noticing my twisted expression. My beer was tight in my hands, I kept fiddling with the paper on the bottle; a distraction is what I kept running into- always a fucking distraction.

Michael lifted his arm to cough into it, a silent way of telling me he knew I knew.

It was innocent; I wasn’t even mad at him. I just yearned for the comfort of Y/N’s laughter directed at me. Bailey chuckled at something I said a little ago but it did nothing- not even an artery moved. I only felt one emotion; guilt.

I stood there thinking it didn’t matter. Y/N was the one I wanted, all I ever wanted but knew I need a fucking miracle.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Malcolm cheered while reading something on his phone, catching all of our attention. “My House is being released tomorrow!”

“Shut the fuck up, really?” Y/N quickly left Michael's side to jump over the couch in between Chase and Malcolm.

I couldn’t help but smile seeing Michael standing there alone.

“I thought the label wanted to wait at least another month,” Chase said.

Malcolm shrugged. “The email said that with the successes of Bad Omens new single, they wanted Hollow Souls to release one.”

“You’re welcome,” Folio raised his beer in the air.

“My House?” Bailey said. “I’m stoked you have a song ready to be released out into the wild already. Damn! What are the chances you and Noah’s band have songs out during the same time, it’s like you wrote it at the same time or something.”

Everyone in the room, besides Bailey, shifted uncomfortably, and I finished my beer in two long gulps.

“I like the title,” I said.

Y/N gave me a curt smile before giving her attention back to Malcolm, who had his phone poised ready to record a video.

“Hey everyone, it’s Malcolm from Hollow Souls. I’m here with some friends.”

He peered the phone towards Chase, who threw up a peace sign, then to Y/N who gave a small wave. “Hi! We just wanted to come on Instagram to let you all know that our new single My House will be released tomorrow night. It’s going to be different from things we’ve released in the past but we’re still so excited for you all to hear it!”

Chase was next to pull out his phone before Y/N’s electric voice began playing through the speaker.

I feel you in these walls. You're a cold air creeping in. Chill me to my bones and skinI heard you down the hall but it's vacant when I'm looking in. Who let you in?

Shit. My entire body and essence became electric upon hearing the new vocal range from Y/N. The rawness of her voice told us everything we needed to know.

“Alright, that’s all the sneak peek you guys get. Listen, tomorrow on Octane at eight to hear the whole thing,” Chase pointed to the screen.

Once they finished their video for Instagram, Bailey was on them before they even had the chance.

“I love the lyrics, Y/N. What’s the meaning behind them?”

I gently grabbed her hand, already having a feeling I knew what this new song was about. “They probably don’t want an interview right now, Bailey.”

“No,” Y/N spoke with confidence. “It’s fine. The song is about taking your life back. When something is toxic and hurting you, you need to let go of it, no matter how hard that can be. Almost like you’re not trapped under that person’s gaze anymore when they judge you when they tell you what you want or what you can and can’t do. It’s about kicking them out. I had help, but it’s been freeing.”

She rested her head against Malcolm's shoulder while linking fingers with Chase.

My eyes immediately locked with hers as I took a deep inhale and then a low exhale. You could almost hear a pin drop it was that quiet.

“Fuck, that’s so good, Y/N! I’m happy for you.”

My hands shook at my sides as Jolly turned his attention towards me, sporting his typical Dad Omens expression.

“Told you,” he mouthed.

Pushing off of the wall, I stalked into the kitchen for another beer; my third one in the last 3 hours. However, I walked right past the fridge to grip the sink, letting my head fall as I let out a shaky breath.

You’re such a dumbass. Always overthinking shit that has nothing to do with you.

I screwed my eyes shut tight, forcing the thoughts out of my mind before they burrowed themselves deep.

Soft footsteps echoed behind me as I felt her familiar presence at my back. “She’s really sweet.”

My face jerked as I winced, still facing the cabinet so she couldn’t see my face. The guilt for once again overthinking a situation that could have easily been fixed with a simple conversation.

“Yeah, she’s okay,” I admitted.

I sucked in a breath as I turned to face her, realizing how close she was. The familiar pull of the string that bound our hearts together glowed brightly. I felt it pulsating deep within my chest.

“Just okay? Where’d you meet her?” She wondered.

I cleared my throat. “The record shop.”

Y/N hummed while gazing up at me through lashes and I hoped she couldn’t hear how loud my heart paced against its cage in my chest.

“What did you think of Nowhere To Go?” I asked in a low voice, fingers itching to reach for her to pull her close, closing the last little of bit empty space between us.

Her jaw ticked, something I noticed right away. “It was fantastic.”

I raised a brow, testing the waters because I wanted to know how she truly felt. “Yeah?”

Y/N’s fingers played with the end of my rosary necklace and I shuddered a breath, not daring to let her know how bad her presence was affecting me.

“Noah, I need to-.”

“Y/N! Salem got stuck in the closet again!” Chase called from the living room causing her to jump back in surprise.

“Uh, shit. I should go,” She threw a thumb over a shoulder, a red hue covering her face.

I nodded. “Ye-yea. Sure.”

There was only one thing on my mind as I watched her retreat into the living room.

What the fuck was she going to say?

NOAH

We all piled into the studio, waiting patiently for eight pm. Orie, Michael, and Jolly were taking up space on the couch in the room while both Nicks sat on the floor, playing some card game. I was too preoccupied to care. Jesse sat with me at the computer, watching me as I almost counted down the minutes. My knee bounced with anticipation. We spent the entire day recording our next song, hoping to have it released within the next few months. My phone blew up with texts from Bailey but I ignored each one of them, not wanting the distraction.

Jesse smirked while eating a bag of chips. “Excited?”

I threw him a sideways glance. “Fuck off. Feelings aside for her, this is big for Hollow Souls. It's their first song without what’s his face. It could make or break them, but we know it’ll fucking make them.

“Shit, Noah!” Nick all but yelled. “It’s eight! Turn it on.”

Quickly turning to Octane, we heard the DJ’s voice blare through the speakers in the room.

“Alright, are you guys ready for some new music? This comes from LA’s own Hollow Souls; which became a three some recently. A lot of fans were upset with the departure of Trey but unlike those fans, I’m fucking stoked to hear this new direction they’re going. Here is My House!”

“I feel you in these walls. You're a cold air creeping in. Chill me to my bones and skin. I heard you down the hall. But it's vacant when I'm looking in. Who let you in?

Once again, Y/N’s voice brought chills all over my body and I leaned forward to rest my elbow on the desk in front of me.

“Never thought that I would feel like this. Such a mess when I'm in your presence. I've had enough, I think you've been making me sick. Gotta get you out of my system. It's my house and I think it's time to get out. It's my soul. It isn't yours anymore. It's my house and I think it's time to get out. Yeah, I think it's time to get out.”

I danced in my seat to the music; the drums resonating deep in my bones. I knew Hollow Souls were worried about the change in the band, instrumental-wise since Y/N was taking guitar lessons from their guitar tech. But since she wasn't quite ready for the release of this song, their guitar tech filled in. Regardless, it was fucking perfect.

“You walk around I can hear your pace. Circling my bed frame. Now we're face to face. Head on my pillowcase. But darling, you can't stay.”

“Don’t even try to overthink that line, Noah!” Jolly spoke from behind me. “It’s clearly about Trey.”

I flipped him the middle finger, not letting his words wipe the proud smile off my face.

“Haven't you heard? I'm not yours anymore. I'm not yours anymore. It's my soul, and I think it's time to get out. Haven't you heard? I'm not yours anymore. I'm not yours anymore. It’s my house.”

“That’s my angel,” I rested my chin in my palm, still sporting the brightest and widest smile.

I was so engrossed at the end of the song that I didn’t catch the shared look between Jolly and Jesse, them each sporting their own smiles.

My fingers worked fast to type out the new message.

ME: Hey, that song is great! angel, see!? What the hell were you even worried about. You are the heart of the band, I knew you and the guys would kill it!

Y/N's response was almost immediate, and I couldn't help but wonder if she was waiting for me to text her.

Angel 🪽: Thank you, mochi. That means a lot coming from you. 🖤

ME: Always.

For the next few minutes, I chatted with the guys as we thought about ways to make our next single a step head of Nowhere To Go. But I couldn't stop staring at my phone, needing to talk to her again.

ME: Hey again

Angel 🪽: lol hi again.

ME: Just really wanted to say I’m proud of you, Angel. I’m glad I saw you last night.

Angel 🪽: Thank you, mochi. Again! Truly. Always a pleasure seeing your face.

I stared at that reply for what felt like minutes. She was tiptoeing around me, and this time it was my fault. I think I’m fucking this up.

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian and reader #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian reader insert #noah sebastian smut #enemies to lovers #right person wrong time #starcrossed lovers

[denim-devil]

Valentine | S.H

Summary - You present a promiscuous gift as a thank you, for your first Valentines, Steve decides to use that very gift…

A/N - So like- a fleshlight inspired this fic, you are welcome- fr though please enjoy this fic, I totally think Steve would be into this and a sweetheart about it- BIG SOFITE- also this is for my boys who love boneless chicken cause-

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It’s the thought that count, right?

The same sentence replayed on your mind, watching Steve nibble away at one of the crispy chicken wings he brought along. His smile whilst chewing away distracted you from the growing butterflies that swarmed your stomach.

The flowers he purchased not long ago sat in a beautiful glass vase, the very dining room light above the two of you bouncing from every ridge it occupied. The roses were a vibrant red, almost reflecting the love that grew strong daily between the two of you.

“It’s finger lickin’ good-“ Steve mumbled encouraging a soft chuckle from you. Riddled with anxiety a soft red blossomed across your cheeks which in turn had Steve glaring at you whilst licking away at the loose chicken left in his mouth.

The red box placed beside one of your quaking legs left unopened, the same soft pastel maroon ribbon left knotted, secreting the inappropriate gift. For a first Valentines gift indeed it would seem to forward? Right?

“Are you okay, can’t help but notice the- uh” Steve pointed to his cheek bones, the soft red now turning vibrant, closer to a tomato. Knowing how shy you got when something was up Steve decided to question the timidness that now strained you from refraining the truth.

You nod with a smile, one that could seem un-phased by the very question that ran through the canyons of your ears, swallowed up by the rocky sea of regret swirling around your head.

“Are you sure? Is it the chicken- fuck, I shoulda bought boneless I know you’re not a fan of…all of that”

Again you chuckle to yourself, letting a huffy sigh pass your open lips. Steve was clueless but he was smart, he would easily catch on.

“I…bought you something”

Eagerly reaching down for the hefty box, you manage to place it down close toward Steve. With an eyebrow raise, he sets down the napkin he previously used to clean the shimmery grease from the tips of his fingers before reaching over for the box, curiosity taking over.

“So this is what has you blushing?…huh”

The bow was slowly untied, the thicker parts pulled until the knot unformed, breaking the secret that incased you in a casket of burden.

“I’m sure it’s gonna be amazing, whatever it is”

The anticipation kicked in, each heart beat gaining speed until you physically couldn’t look at him anymore. The light clack of the cardboard lid slipped from the bottom of the box, presenting the elongated tan silicone fake hole, wrapped in a thick black plastic encasing easier for leverage.

Each passing moment of realisation had you hiding away in your oversized hoodie, the butterflies that once settled in the pit of your stomach growing like a swarm which infested your gullet, forcing the little amount of food you had managed to sneak in before passing the box over.

“Baby…you bought me this?”

The heat that flooded you still leaked up into Steve’s own face, a light dusting of pink journeying into his cheeks once he picked up the card with his name eloquently written in cursive.

Flicking the neatly folded piece up, his eyes landed on the short message. It was quick, to quick, almost as if you had the same hurriedness you were now acquainted with writing it.

It wasn’t sloppy, infact it perfectly captured the thought behind the very object he now gripped onto, pulling it from the crinckly, cerise tissue paper. The silence was loud, loud enough to disrupt any singular thought that could possibly ruin any kind of forgiveness.

“I- If it’s not- I can take it back”

You mumbled innocently. But Steve, Steve couldn’t help but feel how he began to plump up in his denim pants, his boxer’s incredibly tight, tight enough for discomfort.

“Are you kidding, it’s perfect…”

To focused on the new addition to the bedroom to realise the change in your posture, your face visible to the slightly older boy. He was stunned for sure but in ways that had his temptation skyrocketing, every single improper thought plaguing his mind.

“But why would I need this, when I have you?”

It takes a couple of seconds for his words to settle in, once they do, you look over catching his eye. They had changed from a soft light hazel to a unfathomable darkness as if every ounce of innocence drained from his body, questioning your limits.

“I just thought, something new, I can still return it before it’s-“

He coughs forcing you to stumble into nothing but a slight murmur of your lips which contorted until falling flat once more.

“Maybe we can try it out-“

Gathering yourself together, watching as Steve stood practically looming over the oak-vanished tabled top, holding the foreign object in his hands.

Capturing the exact moment your eyes target the fully grown mound at the front of his jeans, a breathy chuckle breaks the spell he managed to put on you, your legs working somewhat normally pushing you upwards.

“C’mere”

His free hand flaps you over, following his signal you do just so, slotting into his side. Still the timidness was pungent, it invested in your veins at Steve’s new found immaculacy, the bulge he sported still strong.

Walking you both into his bedroom, he sits, in turn you follow like a lost puppy, watching as he shuffled back into the pillows, splaying his body out, in due time he set the toy aside gently before reaching into his bedside cabinet, fetching out the clear bottle containing copious amounts of lube, thick and clear.

You took it in, not just the way Steve seemed to eager to unravel the toys usage and what potentially caused you to buy it, but also the way he accepted it so quickly, as if he had been waiting for something new.

“Mind helping me out a little baby?”

The nickname helped force you back into the moment, forgetting the same thoughts which clogged up your already full head. You felt hazy but with the lack of judgement it was easy to forget just why you were so nervous to share the gift with him.

“Yeah- sure, sorry”

Immediately Steve pulled you in for a kiss helping you slump into his side, now laying beside one another, the tension grew thick, thicker then fabric keeping his thick appendage from sight.

Wondering hands soon find the cold metal of his golden zip, swiftly you make work of it, the soft purr rattled through the lewd smacking sounds your lips created, distracting you both if only for a mere second.

Success had arrived like a knight in shining armour once you managed to wriggle a hand in, fetching out the unmissable fully grown muscle he produced. Hissing, Steve broke the kiss, his cock laying flat against his abdomen with a heavy thud.

It was almost overbearing at first, the tip a pastel pink with a twinge of red which grew with each twitch, a girthy vein running along the underside which split into a fork-like shape, invading the pale skin.

The pop of the cap startled you enough to watch the clear jelly like substance fall into his palm. Using it to his advantage, he lathers it across the entirety of his girth, two strokes to full soak the skin.

A soft “Fuck-“ escapes his open mouth, head falling back into the plush pillows now supporting his neck. Sneakily, you replace his hand with your own, a desperately broken Steve reaches over for the toy placing the intruding hole at his tip.

“Gotta watch okay, you might need the next size up, if that’s a thing”

Agreeing with the jock, his girth with the added length, it almost looked impossible to fit. His confidence never seemed to phase you, generally speaking, it was a fact, one you had beared witness to a plethora of times.

Biting your lip his tip sinks past the tight ring of silicone, the lube helping with the pressure.

“Oh shit- fuck”

It felt fresh, like a field littered with flowers, light yet so fucking realistic, he couldn’t tell the difference it felt that good, almost too good.

His eyes close once you begin a gentle pace, the trudging of his cock with the suction of each ridge inside dragged against every single sensitive, pumped vein scurrying across the very muscle creating the slick lewd sounds that bounced from wall to wall.

Each tug yanked harsh groans from the occupied man, your pace matched his eagerness in ways he couldn’t explain which he accepted, greedily taking up your energy whilst sucking the life out of him.

“I…I didn’t think it would be so, fuck, keep going, like that”

It had been a while for Steve, between work and your clashing schedules, the lack of privacy each evening grew thin but tonight he was in your very hands, ones which worked him for everything he had to offer.

Even the silicone had taken notes of his size, not being able to swallow him whole like you could do so easily showed the limits of the toy proving Steve’s ideology, it was good, but it wasn’t you.

“I think it likes you Steve…”

Each remark slipping past your lips had the coil in his stomach rattle with urgency, he was close, each pull, from his angry tip to the vein residing at his base ushered that very same coil to snap simultaneously.

“Gonna cum- holy shit baby”

Watching closely, small beads of thick, white load began to spill from the hole he managed to stretch soaking the neatly trimmed patch of hair surrounding his novelty.

His thighs shook with each small thrust he had left in him. Quickly your pulled into a wet kiss full of tongue and saliva shushing his fastened pants, a wave of bliss controlling his eager movements.

As deep as the kiss intended to be, he shifted away, not much, his breath still fanning over your pink cheeks, eyes, doe-eyed once more still trained on your own

“You know, I’m starting to think you’re onto something…”

#male reader #x male reader #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x male reader #smut #fluff #valentines #HELP- #I- #writing this was so #scrummy

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Plant the flag: A story from the glorious adventures of the mixed species 17th Engineer Battalion

continuation of https://www.tumblr.com/niqhtlord01/651132984410456064/humans-are-weird-merging-multiple-species-into?source=share

“Here are the latest base reports, sir.”

Commander Zavar opened his eyes and saw the stack of files the clerk had laid on his desk. It was easily the length of his arm and contained every detail of events for the last week on his base. He sighed loudly and dismissed the clerk as he reached to the bottom drawer of his desk and pulled out a bottle of Nebulion liquor.

The bottle had been given to him by his then commander as a congratulation gift for being promoted to commander and given command over this military base. Zavar had told himself he would save it for a special occasion, but now with the bottle half empty it was the only thing keeping him sane these last few months.

It had been nearly two months since the “human” reinforcements had arrived to reinforce his base for the upcoming offensive. Before they had arrived his weekly reports could be summarized on a single page of paper. With the human mixed species battalion roaming his base the list of reports and incidents had grown to what he now saw dominating his desk.

He poured himself a glass and began to casually go through the reports; his glass needing refilling after making it every three or so reports in.

A report from the base head chef making complaints for the food requirements for the Drone warrior named “Dro”, with a citation of an incident were the head chef forgot to lock the meat locker and returned to find Dro devouring some twenty pound of frozen meat.

A report from the supply officer reporting an increase in missing equipment and supplies from the depot with a notation that they believe the Globnites are responsible. The supply officer entered the human contingent barracks and found several of the listed missing items, yet the human forces claim no knowledge as how they arrived there.

A report stating one of the unused training areas had been converted into a Combra battle pit and that several Combra soldiers held routine bouts against any challengers. Numerous humans have been seen congregating around the area and have begun placing bets on matches.

A report from the Valmorian medic requesting more medical supplies to treat the injuries from said battle pit fights.

A report comprised by several of his own officers refusing to deal with the Flinchestet communication specialist of the 17th citing numerous instances of unfruitful discussions that devolve into the Flinchestet mocking them for their “underdeveloped minds”.

Zavar read report after report after report, slowly chipping away at the contents of the bottle, until finally the bottle ran empty and the commander shoved the pile of reports off his desk in a loud clutter.

Ever since the human contingent of soldiers had come to his base it had been a never ending series of headaches. It was true that the engineers had expanded the base and reinforced it heavily with new perimeter walls, turrets, trenches, and automated drone alert systems; but for every improvement they made the battalion itself made two more problems. Worse still was the friction that they were creating with his forces. It was taking all of his command training to keep his own forces in line from turning their weapons on the human contingent.

The Galaxian’s were largely a conservative species preferring strict discipline within their military ranks. So being forced to operate alongside the mixed species battalion the humans had sent them, with their wildly different traditions and practices, they were put under a daily mental strain.

He had previously called in the human contingent’s leader, the Kliptec Lt. Colonel Reginal Seth, but their discussions over the matter were anything but fruitful.

“The human government has recognized all the traditions of its citizens,” the Lt. Colonel had begun when Zavar had called him into his office to discuss the seemingly out of control behavior of their allies, “regardless of if the genetics of said citizen.”

Zavar rubbed his eyes to ease the pain of remembering the meeting. It had been like talking to a brick wall.

“Your soldiers are out of control.” Zavar had stated bluntly. “Either you need to rein them in or I will be forced to do so.”

“You lack the authority to issue orders to me or my men.” The Lt. Colonel countered. “We may be allies here, but as I stated on the landing fields when we first arrived my battalion only takes orders directly from our government.”

The Kliptec could barely fit inside his office at the time. Though their upper humanoid body remained in front of his desk, Zavar had noted with mild interest that the lower reptilian portion of his body had continued to slide back and forth across the floor as if it couldn’t be bothered to hold still. It was frankly a disturbing and insulting.

“In the spirit of our alliance I will do better to, limit, my soldiers interactions with yours to prevent further conflict.” The Kliptec remarked dryly, “But understand that should you or one of your officers attempt to order them around I cannot guarantee that things will end well for you.”

He looked Zavar directly in the eye to show that he was deadly serious. “That drone that unnerved your men before, Dro, he in particular is not fond of strangers and I would hate for one of your men to be mistaken for lunch by him.”

That had been the last official face to face contact that Galaxian had held with the human contingent leader. True to their word the interactions between the human contingent and the Galaxian’s had diminished, but the friction was still there.

“Human contingent” Zavar thought to himself in disgust. What a confusing notion.

One would believe humans would use humans as their primary soldiers, and Zavar had heard many a tale about their professionalism. Yet when he was given reinforcements from humanity they turn out to be alien species that had settled in human territory and gained citizenship.

Instead of professionals he had been given squabbling children. Instead of discipline he had been given chaos in a bottle. Instead of-

“Commander Zavar, urgent message from Galaxian command.”

His clerk’s voice cut off the drunken spiral of depression and the base commander straightened up. “This late?” he asked as he pulled himself together and tried to shake off the grogginess.

The holographic projector built into his desk activated and commander Zavar listened with a dread he had not felt in some time. --------------------

The first signs Lt. Colonel Reginal Seth knew something was wrong was when he was awoken by the sounds of warning sirens going off around the base. The second and more obvious sign was when the door to his quarters was suddenly kicked in by his second in command.

“The Galaxians are up to something.” Colonel O’Brian stated as Reginal blinked his eyes clear. “They’ve not said anything to us but every one of them is assembling on the landing fields right now.”

Turning to see his clock listing it far too early in the morning Reginal let out a long sigh as he untangled himself and donned his uniform.

“I swear if this is another drill meant to show off Galaxian superiority I might just tell Dro to eat him.” This got a stifled chuckle out of O’Brian. He had served with the Lt. Colonel since the battalions founding back on earth and though he had been hesitant to take orders from a non-human the prejudice and suspicion gave way to trust and loyalty.

The pair left the officers barracks and went to the landing pads. Reginal was surprised to see O’Brian’s statement was far from an overstatement. Nearly every Galaxian on the base was seemingly standing at the ready on the landing pads while their commander Zavar was marshaling a series of ground transports loading up hardware.

Reginal tapped O’Brian on the shoulder and pointed towards the Galaxian commander and his second in command pulled the vehicle up alongside them.

“Commander” the Lt Colonel greeted as he exited the vehicle and snapped a quick salute. The Galaxian returned a quick salute but otherwise failed to respond in any other way.

“Would you mind telling me what is going on?” Reginal asked again, this time louder to be heard over the roaming transport vehicles passing by. Commander Zavar turned to Reginal, his face grim.

“Within the last hour I have just received intelligence that our enemies have broken through the front lines and are sending several military contingents to capture this base.”

Another transport drove by and Zavar waited before continuing. “I have been ordered to evacuate all military personnel and material to a safer location.”

“You do not intend to defend the base?” O’Brian asked. “What the hell was the point of our being here if not to hold this base?”

It looked like O’Brian was about to go into a further heated triad when Reginal forestalled him. “We have not received any such orders or intelligence with regards to these new developments.”

“Our intelligence network is superior.” The Galaxian commander stated much to the ire of everyone else present. “And since we do not share the same chain of command there was no need to share such information with you at this time.”

Reginal bit back a rather unbecoming remark at this.

Turning to O’Brian he gave the order for the entire battalion to assemble on the landing fields as well. ------------------------

Roughly two hours passed and both the Galaxian forces and the 17th Engineer Battalion were now both assembled on the landing pads within the base. Each eyed the other with a mixture of distaste but remained silent until Reginal stepped before his men.

“I imagine many of you are wondering why we are here right now.” The Lt. Colonel began as he addressed his men.

“Late last night Commander Zavar received a priority transmission stating that enemy forces had breached the frontline and were making for this base to capture it.”

This drew several murmurs within the 17th but Reginal held up for silence as he continued.

“In response to these recent developments Zavar has been ordered to abandon the base and retrieve as much military personnel and property as he can back to a safer location.”

It was here that the reptilian commander paused. He looked out over his men; soldiers he had known for some time now yet had never graced the fields of war in true fashion. Until now……

“We of the 17th will be staying.”

This drew several gasps from both contingents and Zavar made to step forward and openly question the Lt. Colonel’s decision but was blocked by a waiting O’Brian.

‘We have received no new orders from command, and so we shall continue with our original order to defend and hold this base until such a time as ordered otherwise.”

Reginal motioned to one of the soldiers in the front ranks holding the battalion colors. Zavar saw it was the Draxic who had originally been carrying the heavy weapons unit across his shoulders as easily as a child holding a frozen cone when the 17th had first arrived at the base.

The Lt. Colonel nodded to the Draxic who then took the flag pole, raised it high into the air, and then brought it down with such force that the pole broke through the landing pad concrete. The sounds of the impact made many of the Galaxian’s jolt in surprise while the 17th contingent looked on in silence as their commander spoke once more.

“There is a story of the first battle the 17thengineer battalion ever fought in that I wish to share with you.” Reginal started. “They had been surrounded and cut off from their allies. Their commander saw the shadow of defeat slowly creep in and so ordered their flag be planted into the ground that they stood upon.”

“He said to them “So long as this flag does not touch the ground we are not defeated. So long as this flag flies high our enemies will know the folly of their failure to think they could defeat us. I look out at you now and in every man here I see a hero ready to strike down a hundred men before they should fall and send the planet trembling with their passing.””

‘I look out to you all now and though many of us are not human I still see the heroes our forbearers spoke of within each of you. I see warriors gathered from across the stars from a dozen different worlds that can shatter mountains and move rivers with a brush of your arms. I see heroes ready to carve their names and deeds into the heart of the galaxy itself.”

“So we shall stay, we shall meet our enemy head on and not flee, we shall shatter them upon our defenses, and we shall emerge victorious and show them that the soldiers of the 17th Engineer Battalion are mother fuckers not to be messed with!”

A thunderous chorus of cheers came from the soldiers of the 17th. The Galaxians watched in disbelief as the voices of a dozen different languages cried out for the prospect of the coming annihilation as if it was the greatest moment in their lives.

Commander Zavar watched and grunted. The fools would be dead by weeks end.

#HUMANS ARE WEIRD #humans are insane #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #scifi #story #writing #original writing #niqhtlord01

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Past Due

💚 First Lin Beifong x reader fic y'all !!! 🧡

Slow burn! ❤️‍🔥

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Will eventually add on Ao3;

Warnings: Violence, little blood.

Chapter 1 Ch 2 - p.1 Ch 2 - p.2 Ch 2 - p. 3 Ch 2 - Part 4 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Y/N´s PoV

Ahhh, Republic City, first time I moved in here about 1 year ago I had a blast. I felt it was about time I got myself away from that hell hole I was supposed to call home…but we don’t talk about that. “Bills are catching up to me…and I´ve got nowhere to run.” I mumble beneath my breath, as I hold a bunch of letters on my hand. The large, thick, red letters with a prominent “Past Due” and “Final Demand” written on each one of them. I feel the unpleasant weight on the pit of my stomach and swallow dryly, shoving the letters aside with a loud exhale. Who knew it cost so much to make it to detective?! I mean, sure hands down it’s the fucking capital city of the United Republic Nations AND one of the largest and most modern cities in the world but Tui and La…ease on the prices!

I look up at the old clock, on the small entry hall of my apartment. “Fuck fuck, shit shit shit!!” I gasp, I am so going to be late to practice. I grab my black jacket, with the fire nation insignia on its back, and my dark matte helmet as I run out the door, down the old elevator, towards the garage. The loud and stressful squeaking of the elevator only heightens my already high cortisol levels. I swear to Raava, one day this shit is going to break down and take the building down with it! Once the old, loud, rusty metal doors of the elevator open I barge right out heading for my perfectly parked satocycle on its assigned place. A gift from Asami and Mr Sato for my hard work for the company. Shoving the helmet in my head, part of my dark messy curled hair hangs out on the bottom. I speed out of the garage, the bike taking off the ground slightly as I go over the bump on the entrance of the parking space, joining the satomobiles on the road with a loud squeak from the wheels of the bike, as I drift to the right.

I can´t be late again! Officer Wang will kill me and probably pull me out of the program, which is a big ass no no. I haven’t come this far just to fuck things up all over again.

Chief Beifong´s PoV

“Officer Song, didn´t I JUST tell you to take the route to Northern Avenue?!” I grumble between gritted teeth at the officer who´s driving. Guess I know who´s driving next time. I mean how much of an imbecile do you have to be to not follow simple orders?! Orders I JUST GAVE!!?? I look at the terrified officer, gripping the wheel of the satomobile as he mumbles and gags on his words. “I- uh- Ch-Chief I just I- I´m sorry I wasn´t paying attention.” He swallows. I remain unimpressed with the attempt of a shitty excuse that was made. “Well focus and listen. You´re not getting paid to sit around, mouth agape listening to the spirits.” I groan loudly at him.

Fear in his eyes officer Song nods his head up and down quickly and practically yells “Yes Chief!”. Just as I was about to tell him to tone it down the loud screech of wheels catches me off guard. Just as I look to my side, a black satocycle with a few red highlights speeds right past us. What the flame-o was that?! Swiftly making its way past traffic the motorcycle speeds away. “Officer Song, catch up to that satocycle, now!!” I practically scream at the officer as he presses the clutch, changes to 4th and speeds up.

Y/N´s PoV

Did I just fucking see what my eyes saw. Did I just speed through a police patrol satomobile?! The loud sirens catching up behind me answer my fears. Well, that´s it. I´m officially fucked. I´m done for life. I´m left with two choices, obey, pull over, pray it´s not the fucking Chief of Police, flirt my way out of this and definitely arrive late for class…or drop it, speed off like a demon, hopefully not get caught or die on the way and…still arrive a little late to class. I groan as my head drops in defeat.

I´m so done with my life.

I signal to the right as I slow down, pulling over. The blaring sirens emitting a last Woop before silencing, as the satomobile pulls right behind me. I turn the motor of the bike off, getting off and standing up, as I hear the doors of the car shutting behind me before a deep female voice sends a shiver down my spine. No, it can´t be. You can´t be serious right now. My eyes wide in fear as I slowly turn around to be met with the most beautiful yet lethal jade eyes I´d ever seen my entire life. Damn, hearing her voice back in headquarters from far away was already…something, but seeing her up close?! Not even The Avatar ,wherever they're at, can save me from this one. It´s the first time I get to see the Chief of Police personally. Sure I´m in the Detective´s Program but we rarely stay in the headquarters where she seemingly lives at. I am snapped back from my thoughts when her striking voice booms through my eardrums. Wait, was she talking? Shit I didn’t hear anything…

“I am talking to you. Take off your helmet, now! I asked you a question, better start speaking.” she says. I didn’t even realise my helmet was still on. I carefully take it off, still in shock at seeing THE Chief Lin Beifong in front of me. My messy, dark hair falls to my shoulders. The, once bright, blood red highlights shining on the sun. “I- uh” I try to speak but nothing comes out. My mouth feels dry, as I lick my lips. I look at the other officer behind her, he seems to be putting a strong façade, but I can see the nervousness behind his eyes. “Don’t stare at my officer! I asked you a question.”

Chief Beifong´s PoV

Oh for fuck sake, she´s slow…is she go- why is her hair painted? It´s not exactly unlikable. I think I´ve seen her, but I can´t recall where from. Why am I staring? WHY IS SHE STARING? “Don’t stare at my officer! I asked you a question.” Her mouth agape, my already visible frown deepens. She has three seconds to answer. 1…2..- “I- uh I´m sorry ma´am- uh Chief. Sorry, could you repeat the question? The uh…helmet was- I don’t think I heard.” I groan rather loudly as I exhale. I clench my jaw, as I breath in. “I asked. Do. You. Know how fast you were going?” I speak slowly and clearly as I cross my arms.

Y/N´s PoV

Spirits…and I thought I was stressed, this woman is going to explode! “I asked. Do. You. Know how fast you were going?” I hear her say loud and clear. So that´s the Beifong scowl people talk about. It´s cute. A little unnerving for those who can´t handle it. “Uh…not fast enough clearly!” I joke to get some tension off the air, but as I look at the Officer behind her, I only see his eyes widen beyond possible. I look back at the Chief and if looks could kill… “Is this a joke to you?! Is endangering other citizens lives a hobby for your entertainment? Clearly you seem to be asking for your license to be revoked.” Her stern voice makes straighten my back. It´s not that I´m afraid of her, but if I want my way out of this I might as well show some class. I clear my throat as I say “I apologize Chief, that was never my intention. I am pretty secure on my driving skills, and I am fully aware of the dangerous action I was doing. In my defence I am in a huge hurry. I´m in the Detective´s Program and I´m just trying to not get kicked out of there, this is my last chance…” I mumble that last part as I rub the back of my neck. Fuck it´s weird to be so verbally polite. I look back up at her to see what kind of reaction I got off of her only to be met with the exact same Beifong scowl as before. Well, that was worth shit. Her gaze is penetrating mine, almost as if she´s analysing me.

Chief Beifong´s PoV

That´s where I know her from. She´s in the Detective´s Program and sometimes wonders in the headquarters, she must be the firebender that Officer Wang told me. What was her name? Just as I am about to ask her, I am interrupted by the blaring sound coming off my radio. “Chief, come in. Over.” I groan in annoyance. Spirits, when do I ever catch a break? “I´m busy, what is it?” my stern and strong voice talks back to the radio. “Chief, we´ve got a Triple Threat Triad attack going on, over at the Eastern Market. We need your assistance. Over.” I look back at the young cadet with a scowl as she smiles back at me. Ugh, why is she smiling?

Y/N´s PoV

I just might make it out of here. I look at the Chief with a smile on my face as she stares back at me, the same Beifong scowl on her face but this time thicker, more prominent. I hear her exhale. “I catch you driving that thing over the speed one more time and I revoke your license and you better not drive it on my watch if you ever make it to detective, which hopefully, you won´t!” I hear her yell at me. Before I can even say anything back, she turns back around heading for the police satomobile. Well, isn´t she charming? Hot…and charming. “Song, move it! I drive.” I hear her yell at the officer. Poor guy, spirits. Though he is lucky he gets to be by her side. Hm, maybe I´ll be lucky enough for that once I´m a detective, which I want more than anything now that she seemed so annoyed by it. I smirk to myself as I think how it would be like to be next to this very angry yet stunning woman all day. Pushing her buttons does seem fun.

I put my helmet back on as I drive away towards the officers’ training site. I do my best to keep the speed on limit but as I look at the time on the satocycle I almost pass out. I am already 10 minutes late. FUCK. I groan loudly as I check my surroundings for any secret police satomobiles as I speed away. The faster I get there, the faster this is all over.

.- Later during practice -.

Y/N´s PoV

Fuck, I´m beat. Wang sure is getting his revenge for my late arrival. We are not many in the Detective´s Training Program and we´ll be even less given there are only two spots available. The majority of the class is all earthbenders, me being the only firebender. Which should make me feel perhaps uneasy or maybe a little scared, but honestly it just makes me feel like a total badass. I mean, hear me out, the only firebender in the troop and I get one of the Detective spots?! How crazy would that be? I´m quickly pulled from my thoughts when I hear that annoying voice once again. “So, Y/L/N, seems like you can give up already and give me my position as Detective.” The man says with a pleased smug on his face. “Why don’t you go bother someone else, Kang?” I groan annoyed as I take a sip from my water. “I´m just saying, as the only firebender you should at least make an effort to arrive in time don’t you think?” He scoffs loudly. I ignore his little stunts as I smirk to myself. “And you should make an effort on brushing your teeth. You got a little something there.” I scoff as I point to my own teeth with a disgusted face. I can visibly see him get red as a smirk makes its way on my lips.

“What´s going on over here? Y/L/N, Kang break is over. Get over here you two.” I hear Officer Wang´s voice yell from the other side of the field. Over? Spirits, I didn’t even have time to piss! I groan as I look at Kang´s smug little face. “Quit your whining and come prove your worth, princess.” I hear him chuckle. Did this cunt just call me, princess?! Now he better pray to Raava I won´t kill him. My blood boiling at the nickname I groan angrily. I have nothing to prove to you, cunt.

“Alright cadets, Y/L/N and Kang you two seemed to be having a nice chat back there. Get sparring, the others watch.” Wang´s voice echoes through the dusty field as I walk towards the centre, Kang right in front of me with that smug still plastered on his face. I scoff to myself.

I am going to wipe the fucking floor with you.

Once I see Officer Wang´s hand signal us to begin Kang wastes no time and throws a large piece of boulder at me, I swiftly avoid it, turning my body sideways and leaning slightly backwards. Just as quick as that boulder came at me I 360º my body, lowering myself to the dusty floor my right leg pushes forwards as a small wave of fire strikes all the dust away and forces Kang backwards. Before he can react, I get back up and briskly uppercut him in the jaw getting a loud grunt from him. How ´ s that for a princess? I don’t let my guard down knowing this isn´t over until Officer Wang decides. My arms close to my ribs and fists closed tightly near my face I watch Kang´s movements attentively, guessing his next move as he cracks his neck and smugly says “That all you got?” I roll my eyes as I stare at him through my eyebrows. Kang´s right leg rises and hits the ground, making it shake in an attempt to shake me off my feet. I use my fire propulsion to elevate myself from the ground slightly to lower the impact, flying over him and landing on the ground behind him. Before he has even time to acknowledge where I went, I lower kick his leg, spinning my body after the hit to gain power and land a higher kick to his arm which was protecting his ribs. I hear him grunt and groan in discomfort and anger as he throws a punch to my face. I quickly dodge downwards, pulling the same first move by pushing my leg outwards and kicking Kang´s body to the ground. He hits the ground with a loud thud, dust setting in the air around us, I look over at Office Wang to know if it was over yet, but Kang takes my short distraction as a chance. His body still on the floor, he raises his arm and the piece of boulder I was standing on goes flying with me in it. Throwing me through the air and across the field as I land on the ground, rolling over due to the speed I was thrown, getting a few scratches and dirt all over me. I breath loudly as the dust covers my sight, relying on my hearing I hear the rumbling sound of the earth beneath me as I look ahead and see a wave coming from the ground. I barely have time to react, my eyes widening, as I dodge to the right but not fast enough. My left shoulder caught on the edge of the rock-wave as I stumble backwards. I don’t fall, my feet sliding backwards with the dust as I grip my shoulder and wince in pain. Fuck! This bastard almost dislocated my shoulder. I sway my arms in the air and push them outwards as a thin wave of flames pushes the dust away, finally allowing me to see Kang. Does he ever stop smirking? I run towards him as he sends two fat boulders my way, I lower myself, dragging my body through the ground as I avoid the boulders. I get back up quickly and jump, using my fire propulsion to help me gain height. I see Kang´s eyes widen as I stretch my leg down, my foot coming at high speed in contact with his face. He barely has time to register what happened before his body jerks downwards with the force of the hit. Faceplanting on the floor with a loud thud and grunt he stays there, the dust on the ground escaping sideways from us. “Who´s the princess now Kang?” I whisper smugly on his ear as I stand up and hear Officer Wang´s annoyed voice “Alright that´s enough of it. Get here you two.” Is he mad that Kang didn’t beat my ass? Why is it that nobody wants me to succeed?! “You fucking bitch…” I hear Kang grunt between gritted teeth as he gets up. I smirk proudly to myself, “What´s wrong? Hurts much?”. I hear Kang scoff loudly, “Barely feel it.”, pfff yeah right.

We walk backwards towards Officer Wang and the rest of the trainees. “Alright, as you know our program is coming to an end. We have two detective positions open and there are ten of you. Being Detective is no easy job, that is why there is a final exam in five days. Me and Chief Beifong will be deciding on who gets the job positions and who goes out.” No. Fucking. Way. Now I know for sure I won´t make it to Detective! Beifong and I were already off to a bad start this morning! She said it herself; she doesn’t want me to make it to Detective! “…Final Exam will be set in two parts. In the morning you will have the written exam, to make sure you actually listened to what was taught these past few months, and, in the afternoon, it will be a competitive sparring. Just like Kang and Y/L/N did, except the first one to fall is automatically disqualified.” Written exam? What is this, fucking high school?! Ugh, I better not be paired with Kang. “That´s it for today cadets, see you tomorrow at 9am sharp.” Officer Wang glances at me sideways as I mouth a ´sorry` silently. “Y/L/N, hit the showers in the headquarters, your shoulder is bleeding.” Officer Wang says with a hint of despise on his tone. Spirits, sorry I´m not made of fucking metal. I didn’t even notice I was bleeding. I look at my shoulder and notice the few reddened scratches and a small trickle of blood coming out. I hear Kang snicker next to me. The fuck are you smirking about? “Your nose also looks like shit Kang, but I guess a shower can´t fix that for you.” I smirk as I grab my towel, shoving it over my shoulder and heading back inside the headquarters before he can say anything.

My body is covered in dust and sweat; my defined muscular arms filled with small little scratches from rolling on the ground. My once black tank top also covered in a light brownish dusty substance. Gosh do I need a shower…My body is killing me. I pass through the Officer I saw with the Chief in the morning. Shit, she´s probably close by. I rush my way to the showers as to avoid her. It´s not that I don’t want to see her. Spirits know how much I´d pay to see those penetrating jade eyes of hers. But I don’t want her to see me while I look like shit…and probably smell like one too.

Chief Beifong´s PoV

As I am filing down some more reports and going over them, I hear grunts and noises from outside. Annoyed at the disturbance I get up from my chair with a sigh as I look over the window. Must be Wang training the cadets. Seeing the training field, I stare at one of the male cadets throwing boulders and another one dodging them out. Trying to figure who the other one is, I squint my eyes. The amount of dust surrounding them makes it hard, but the worn-out red highlights and the distinctive fire coming from the body allows me to figure out who it is already. It´s that speeding satocycle cadet I caught this morning. I observe them as I see the male cadet shake the ground, a wave heading towards her. But there´s too much dust for her to see anything at all. Fuck even I am struggling to keep up with what is going on. She dodges it but seemingly not totally. “That’s a nasty hit…” I mumble to myself. But she does seem to handle it…quite nicely I must say. Spirits, I´m staring again. I shake my head and groan in annoyance but am quickly distracted by the fire coming off her feet. Fire propulsion, that’s useful. I stare as she lands a powerful hit on the male cadets’ face. That´s going to leave a mark. I guess…she´s not that…bad. Whatever. If she´s to make it to Detective she´s supposed to be, at least, useful. I turn away and decide to head downstairs to check how Song is getting along with the other files. He´s not in the Detective´s Program, but he has some…potential, I cannot deny that.

“Officer Song, how are those files coming along?” I see him tremble underneath his armour. “Uh- well, Chief. It seems that the Triple Threat Triads crimes are lowering in amount…” I scoff. Sure, but they are not getting any easier to deal with. Song continues talking but I barely catch what he is saying as I look over his shoulder and notice the firebender cadet. She´s all dirty. Bunch of scratches in her shoulder too…bummer. She can deal with it. I think to myself, but yet, I can´t seem to find an explanation as to why I feel so drawn towards her. I shake these thoughts away and refocus on Officer Song. “…So, I guess that is pretty good right, Chief?” What´s pretty good? Shit, I didn’t hear. “Uhm yes, yes, it is. Now, get back to work Officer.” I clear my throat as I make my way back to my office. Sitting down on my chair I exhale, looking up at the pile of files and papers to read and fill in. Spirits I´m exhausted. I get started against my will. It´s going to be a long night, I might as well get it over with. After some time of insufferable writing, scribbling, and scratching I hear a knock on the door. I look up from the papers as I catch a glimpse of the clock and then stare at the door. It´s 10pm who the fuck is still in here?

“Uh, Chief, can I come in?" Is that- What is she doing here?

#lin beifong #lin beifong x reader #avatar the last airbender #legend of korra #fanfic

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FUTURE RISE!LEO X READER

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Heyyyy-oooo it's me your guys favorite friendly pervy neighborhood consumer! Back with some more fics!

Yeaahh

Oh yeah I can totally sense your guys' excitement.

So this idea wasn't mine. I was lurking through the ROTTMNT fandom since recently I was too busy being dragged down the Record of Ragnarok fandom pit. It's like Hetalia all over again.

Anyways— I was lurking and came across one of my favorite creators ( @yanteetle ) that got a request for a fic. And like the idea was too good not to write a one-shot for it.

Like there was already a fic for it out there but, I thought I'd try my hand.

I really enjoyed writing this, I'll probably do another part except with the second idea with young Leo being little brother blocked by Casey Jr. cause Casey knows how Leo is with his future relationship with (y/n).

And maybe another one that has a different take on the first idea. But with a ✨ Age Gap✨. Cause man do I love myself a DILF.

Like brah there is no way you can't tell me future Leo isn't a DILF.

Anyways—

Enjoy the fic!

PICTURE NOT MINE! FOUND IT ON PINTEREST AND FELT LIKE IT WAS PERFECT-O

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Rushing water flooded the ancient channels that you were trudging through. The bottoms of your cargo pants were drenched despite being tucked into the openings of your pleather boots. Frigid rosey digits clung to the insides of the pockets to your cobalt colored coat. A shiver shot down your spine. Not from the chill of the down pour above you but rather, the ghost that didn't seem to want to leave you alone. Even now you were quite sure. Somewhere amongst the ruins of New York's sewer system, he was lurking. Never too far behind but, still too close for comfort.

You've been here for two years and five months in a few days according to the calendar that hung in your shared quarters. However you weren't planning on staying for the anniversary.

A brown satchel that hung from your shoulders carried all that you had for the perceived future until you could wrangle up some more scraps of rations from orphaned establishments on the road.

You weren't going back to the base. You refuse.

Onwards you marched. According to the directions Casey had given you it was just a little further until you reached a small opening that you would need to crawl through to get to the connecting manhole that would lead you straight out of the safe haven of the sewers and into the fry-pan of NYC city boundries. The teen even went as far as described an outpost just a couple miles Northwest towards New Jersey. Having scrambliled together a poorly drawn map of the terrain to gift you on your journey.

You and Casey both knew of the dangers there were trying to escape this place. Mutant or not. Though it didn't mean it was going to stop them from at least trying to free you from your gilded cage.

You had thanked the boy who had felt like a kid brother during your encampment at the base. Both shedding a tear for one another as you departed ways. Wishing the other luck as the world slowly continues to crumble around them. Unsure of the others fate.

The flashback helped to revitalize your will, spurring the need to flee as your pace began to pick up. Heart beat and foot falls mirroring another.

You didn't know how much longer you had before he caught up with you....

Speaking of the Devil.

A random splash not too far off sent you rocketing forward. Feet pounded through the stream of water lapping at your ankles. Unrelenting like the hunter that was behind you.

You didn't even want to look back. You feared if you did your knees would buckle at the very sight of his domineering form lunging for you.

Tokyo Drifting the corner, you spun to the left, a skirt of water splashing your legs once again, in further indirect efforts of creating a swimming pool in your boots.

He was fucking with you. You could tell.

If Leo was really being serious he would've captured you in his hold the moment he originally found you. Most likely had woken up due to the lack of your warm presence next to him in the cot you shared.

If you knew the red eared slider, which you felt at this point you did.

You knew he had been on your tail since the minute you left. Stepping foot outside the main body of the base.

°°°°°°°°°°°

"(Y/n)....? Honey...." Leo groaned half awake. It was the middle of the night and his body had suddenly woken him from the bliss of his dreams.

Tired olive hands searched the sheets for your figure...only to find the lack of it.

Dark eyes flew open.

You. Weren't. Here.

Out of the bed he sprung, eyes stabbed through the dark. Only to find the lack of you and your belongings that had been here when the two of you had gone to bed.

His mind flew into chaos at the realization however, unlike his adolescent self he was able to control his panic. He calmed his ragging breath remembering his father's sage advice to not let his feelings get the better of him. That it was unbecoming for a ninja and a leader.

Honestly Leo should've seen it coming.

He wasn't any genuis-boy Donnie by any means but, didn't mean Leo was a fool.

He had saw the signs for a while now.

Eagerly you'd volunteer for any job if it meant being at odd schedules with him. It didn't matter if it was patrol or scavenging, if it got you away from him, even for a little while, you did it.

When approached about it, you simply claimed that you wanted to be useful for The Resistance. Reassuring Leo that your desire for work came from your feelings of being needed rather than the lumbering turtle's overbearing presence being the cause behind your disappearing acts.

Leo being ever so observant would notice how your close comrades and Casey Jr. would also actively participate in these same runs with you.

Everytime.

Tigers gnawed at his stomach lining and baboons pounded in his chest when he thought about what they could be discussing. What they could be doing.

In the beginning you and Leo had been soooo close.

Since teenagers. He had known you even before you knew him.

He had saved you.

Him.

He was seventeen and feeling free. The Krrang hadn't attacked yet, he still had his arm, and Ralph wasn't dead.

You had been just another girl he came upon on a nightly patrol.

Beforehand he and Raph had gotten into another disagreement. Something stupid about him not being a team player and not listening to his comrades.

Whatever. Leo didn't care.

Leo was his own one-man show— he liked to believe. Although when the going got tough, he knew he had his brothers to fall back on. They relied on one another even if they didn't like to admit it all the time. They were children after all.

Squeaky sneakers and labored breaths filled the illuminated basketball court. Within the fenced primiters was a single girl shooting hoops. And not too badly for the self-proclaimed professional's standards if he did say so himself.

She kept herself grounded but, still agile. Launching the basketball from all the points lines, even the ones that have long since been faded by eroding weather and age. (h/l) (h/c) hair pulled back into a high poney tail that whipped around with her movements.

She was like a basketball ballerina dancing a Lebron James Swan Lake. It was ethereal.

Time passed like rain droplets down car windows. Before he knew it the similarly aged female was packing up getting ready to go. Obvious signs being the (2f/c)towel around her neck and the (f/c) sports jacket she threw on over her fitted tank top.

Alas Leo didn't have the right mojo to go pursue her. Nor the right disguise.

For the next few weeks(at least how long he felt it had been emotionally. He wasn't keeping track.) Leo would return to that same basketball court, eager to see the basketball ballerina again.

Sometimes she was there, sometimes not. When she was it typically was late, at least for human standards. And always alone. Leo felt for her but, didn't particularly mind since that meant there was no one to disturb the skilled performance.

The (y/c) haired girl would show up. Shoot some hoops for a while before walking away into the night.

Her (e/c) eyes always looked absent when she shot her baskets. Emotions didn't voice themselves on her neutral complexion. The only real thing that was direct about her was that she was focused with the task at hand. Which was shooting hoops.

Leo wasn't a hundred percent sure what led her to the rundown court almost every night but, he was grateful for the occurrence.

Until one night he wasn't.

Like the last few nights, the red eared slider teen came to the court to spectate his favorite four pointer dancer. Only to find a lack of her usual performance. Instead sat the empty eroding court.

It was two in the morning and his brothers would start wondering where he is soon.(Not that they weren't already curious where their blue bandana brother was going.) A light sprinkle had started to pick up overhead that pushed the olive turtle to call it night.

Standing up from the ledge the turtle was about to leap from his position but, only froze upon hearing laughter. Down below underneath the iridescent fluorescent lamps was you.

The obvious lack of your usual athletic attire suggested you weren't here to play basketball. Instead of a tank top with a pair of shorts; dark jeans hugged your hips complimented by a (2f/c) Lou Jitsu t-shirt and (f/c) sport jacket.

With said jacket you shielded yourself from the drizzle. The lighting made you look like you were glowing, the uncharacteristic smile on your face added to the image.

What broke the breath-taking view was by whom he assumed were your friends. The two of them ran after you into the court with their own grins plastered on their complexions.

The scene of the trio caused the red eared slider's stomach to bumble with jealousy. He wanted to be down there with you. The sound of your guys' conjoined laughter would make together would simply be the best. Leo didn't have a doubt about it.

If only.

For the next two hours the three humans ran through the city streets. Asphalt turned into water slides as they slid and skid. None of them aware of the mutant turtle following them from the rooftops.

By four, the other two humans who he learned names were Jonathan and Melissa(I know so unique) departed for the night.

(Y/n), as he overheard from your comrades, left to go your own way home.

Leo knew he shouldn't continue being out this late by himself. Especially without telling his brothers where. But, Leo couldn't pass up the chance to see where you lived.

By the time you got back to your apartment complex it was pushing five in the morning. Leo could make out from his spot hidden in the fire escape that you were an only child.

Apparent by the lack of anything in the unit. The only things that pointed towards any form of life were the pictures that hung on the plain beige walls.

Inside the cramped dingy apartment you procured yourself some top ramen before sitting on the old futon in the main room to watch some TV. Switching to a channel that played older movies.

Zapped onto the screen was an old Lou Jitsu film. The sight of the movie excited the red eared slider, hopeful thoughts of having similar interests made the monkey in his rib cage pound harder.

Before Leo knew it you were passed out with the remote in hand with the sun peeking out over the Manhattan bay.

Giving one last look towards you before retreating back into the sewers.

The following weeks passed by and Leo grew to like you more. Even if it's from a distance. Always excited when you appear whether it's on the court or in his dreams.

His heart was always so elated when he watched you perform. And the one time he's late of course some dumb delinquents want to mess up his usual date.

Upon arrival he could tell something was wrong right away. Your (f/c) bag sat on alone on the bench left halfway unzipped and abandoned. The ball you brought with you every time you came to the court was flattened and punctured.

Something was very wrong.

"Back off Creeps!"

It was your voice.

Leo not giving a moment's thought to the possibility of being seen by the public eye. Leapt from his perch down to the court.

Hidden off in the alleyway was you and a pair of petty thieves. One a mutant rooster the other just a normal ass-hat both dressed in stereotypical black attire.

"Shadap! If you'd just given us yer stupid wallet and phone from the start then we would've been gone already!" The rooster barked. His beak set in a displeased frown that matched his human accomplice's equally displeased sner.

Both were armed.

The human with a baseball bat, and the rooster with a small pocket knife.

Observing the scene, Leo quickly determined this would be a rather easy take down as long as he did it right.

"Stop the stallin' and give us yer cash!"

The rooster's feathers acting like fingers reached out for you. Instantly the rooster's right wing received a sudden shave.

"WTF!?" The avian mutant screeched using his left wing to clutch his clipped one to his chest.

Quick to defend from the unforeseen attack the human whipped around to swing his bat; .... only to find an empty space.

"What in the name of..."

"Aaghkk!" Straight in the face you had punched the rooster.

Leo swore his chest grew warmer at the action.

While Leo was temporarily distracted by your fists of fury, the ass-hat had swung at the olive-green turtle. Quickly the red eared slider dodged the attack to only return with his own. Easily slicing the bat into small unusable chunks.

Whilst Leo dealt with the ass-hat you fought the retaliating mutant chicken.

It was a somewhat fair fight considering the difference in DNA and physical capabilities.

You would've won too, had you not underestimated how strong a mutant chicken's punches were.

Next thing you knew you were K.O.ed. Your (H/c) head in a tizzy from bouncing your brain around in your cranium.

The blue bandana wearing turtle was not pleased by this.

The rooster gulped at the obvious displeasure emanating off the red eared slider. Not even having a chance to escape Leo swiftly knocked the chicken out before tying him up with his accomplice.

"Oh (Y/n).... I'm sorry I was late for the performance.." Leo apologized under his tired breath. Adoration gleamed in dark pools as he stared down at the object that plauged his dreams for last month.

Even with three digits per hand the sturdy turtle held you against his plastron securely as he returned you to your apartment.

The cold air whipped around the two of you as he sprinted across rooftops of Manhattan.

He was the happiest turtle alive having you in his arms. He never wanted to let you go.

But he did.

And how Leo missed you so dearly for the years that followed.

Not until he was pushing forty did he find you again.

New recruits weren't too much of an uncommon occurrence. However as leader it was his job to familiarize himself with his team to the best of his ability.

And when it came time to welcome in the greenhorns, there you were.

Despite the years that have added on your complexion you were still that beautiful basketball ballerina he found all those years ago.

His heart swelled.

Leo did his best to protect you better this time.

Even if, it meant keeping you here with him against your wishes.

Very quickly it was known amongst The Resistance how much you meant to the Commander.

Within six months he had you transferred under his supervision despite your skills aligning with General April's or even General Donnie's precincts.

It didn't matter.

Leo wanted you. And that was that.

There was no room to argue when it came to the leader's order.

Within the year, you were sharing quarters with the adult red eared slider and in the following months, his cot.

The few freedoms you found away from Leo were doing patrols or hanging with deceased General Cassandra's son.

Even then the interactions were limited.

It's hard to say no when the world around you is dying and you have no other choice in survival.

Which brings us back to the current present.

Racing like a bat out of hell you fleed your pursuer who was hot on your trail.

The basketball bunny runing from the hunter with a shell.

Oh God please! Please let me make this!

It was right in front of you.

Approximately two turns up ahead laid a small tunnel. It was a tight squeeze even for your stature but, if you could crawl far enough into there before Leo reached you. You'd make it.

You threw yourself into the stone wall. The rough texture scraped your palms but you didn't care. You kept running.

"(Y/n) please come back!" Leo hollered.

His voice was not far behind. He had to be literally on your tail.

This would be a miracle if you made this.

"(Y/n) wait! You can't leave!" Anger could be heard in his deep voice. The same tone he used when displeased with your behavior when socializing amongst your fellow comrades.

There it was!

Right there!

Not even thinking about it—

You dove for the small tunnel. Knees instantly bowed to the floor as you began crawling into the opening. The hole was disgusting but, you didn't mind that as you shuffled your body forwards.

" NO! " Leo growled.

A yelp escaped your throat. Clawing hands clasping around your ankle before attempting pull you back. Despite scraping at the edges of the rusted entrance. All it took was a single tug from the adult red eared slider to dragged you out of the small hideaway. Sadness and anger quick to take over his desperate senses.

"Why!? Why did you try to leave me!?" The mutant demanded.

You didn't know what to do. You were frozen. He caught you. You didn't plan for this. You hadn't really thought—

You really had hoped—

"(Y/n)! Answer me!"

"Is everything I do for you and your kind not enough? Why can't I have you?" Leo cried.

His aged but charming features stared you down with so much hurt. He loves you so much. Too much. So why would you go?

"I've always been there for you (Y/n)... my basketball ballerina...don't I...deserve you?" Leo reasoned. His voice displayed the hurt he felt as he reasoned with you.

Well more like manipulated.

"I love you so much.... I just can't lose you again."

Muscular arms pressed you against his plastron. Underneath it you could hear the bird fluttering in his ribs.

Your mind was running a mile a minute, terrified, flustered, unsure what comes next.

" I love you (y/n)...". Was the last thing your brain registered before feeling a pinch to the bundle of nerves in your neck. Falling limp like a ragdoll in the Commander's arms.

Releasing a sigh the tired adult red eared slider held you in the one-sided embrace for just a little longer. Relishing in the warmth from your body that wasn't accompanied by the small trembles from you.

The hug didn't last long before the mutant readjusted his hold on you so that you laid in his arms. Leo didn't mind doing this every once in awhile when the anniversary of your arrival came up. As long as you don't do it again for another year.

He would have to disperse that support group of yours....

Once back in the safe confinements of Resistance HQ; Leo made a B-line to your guys shared room. There he stripped you of your drenched coat and boots before tucking you back into the shared bed. In your spot next to him.

The blue bandana wearing turtle let out a tired yawn as he closed the door before crawling inside the sheets to lay besides you.

Leo was aware he was being selfish but, he just couldn't live without you. Not again. And certainly not in this cruel world that just wants to take away everything he holds dear.

Dark pools stared down at your resting face. His prosthetic hand lovingly caressed the soft skin of your face. Soothing both you and himself in the process.

Slipping away into the land of rest. Even while dreaming the Resistance Commander held on dearly to you.

Not allowing you the same chance to escape his embrace twice.

¶¶ Creator's Notes¶¶

Thank you for reading!

If you liked this part please enjoy part 2!

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Tomorrow’s promise

Paring: Shane Walsh x reader, Rick Grimes x sister reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood

Chapter: 2.01

You watch as Shane inspects a gun that belongs to Andrea, occasionally looking away from it to glance at Jace, who is secured to his chest. The thought of Jace so close to a weapon should make you unnerved, but because Shane was on the other end, it didn’t. It helped you sleep at night knowing your son had a dad and an uncle who’d do anything for him.

You bit your bottom lip so you wouldn’t wince when you shifted your leg, which was still painful from cutting it. You were sitting on a chair with your leg resting up on another, and despite your best efforts to hide the pain you were feeling, it hadn’t gone unnoticed. Daryl had given you a few painkillers from his brother's stash.

“Looks complicated,” Andrea says, watching him take the gun apart.

The interest in Shane’s eyes was obvious. “The trick is getting all these pieces back together the same way. I could clean yours, show you how. Oh yeah. It's a sweet piece.”

The blonde smiled. “It was a gift from my father. He gave it to me just before Amy and I took off on our road trip. He said two girls on their own should be able to defend themselves.”

“Your father is a wise man. Soon as Jacey here is old enough, I’m going to teach him how to defend himself, just like I taught his mama,” he says before gently kissing the top of your baby's head.

Andrea looks back at you, just as your eyes roll at the memory. “He taught you to defend yourself, that’s sweet.”

“It was our second date,” you laugh.

She looks back at Shane, who’s trying not to smirk. “You took someone you were trying to impress to a shooting range?”

“Yeah.”

She looks back at you. “I thought you would have known how anyway, since your brother was a sheriff.”

Shane ignores her and continues to talk about the gun. “Look, it's a limited capacity. See? only holds seven rounds.”

Suddenly, the RV comes to a halt. Both Dale and Glenn get out and take a look at the front of the vehicle. You get out of the RV last, and the moment you do, Carl runs to you with a cheeky smile on his face. He leans against you as you playfully ruffle his hair while looking around. The RV had broken down in what looked like a graveyard of abandoned vehicles.

“What’s going on?” You ask as Glenn and Dale look under the popped hood.

“Oh, just a small matter of being stuck in the middle of nowhere, with no hope of—” Dale says sarcastically before cutting himself off. “Okay, that was dumb.”

Shane takes a look and says, “I can’t find a radiator hose here.”

Daryl scoffs, “There’s a whole bunch of stuff we can’t find.”

It's been decided that your group will split up to look for supplies in the abandoned cars.

“Come on, y’all. Look around; gather what you can.” Shane says addressing everyone.

“Jace?”

“I’ve got him,” he says softly. He senses your hesitation and sighs, taking your hand in his. “He’s fine, I promise I won’t let anything happen to him. You just concentrate on not catching your limbs on anything sharp. Be safe, baby, and watch out for walkers.”

—

Searching abandoned cars and vans should have been easy, but of course, the process doesn't go as smoothly as you'd all hoped. As T-Dog places his hand on your back, quietly ushering you along as walkers slowly walk in your direction. Your stomach drops, forming a heavy pit as you think of Jace.

“Ahh shit,” he hissed.

You turn to see him slicing his arm on a broken window and bleeding profusely. You rip the bottom of your shirt and wrap it around his arm.

Delirious from the sight of his blood loss, you struggled to hold T-dog upright, but luckily, Daryl appeared beside you. “Quick, get under the car.”

You drop to the ground and roll under a car while Daryl places a dead body on top of T-Dog, then does the same to himself just in time as the dead walk by. You clamp your hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet. Your body shook with fear as you thought about your son. You internally prayed to God or whoever would listen that he was safe.

—

When the horde has passed, you get up and assist T-Dog to his feet. You put his good arm over your shoulder and said, “Let’s get you back to the others.”

You walked mainly in silence, watching Daryl curiously. His sleek movements while looking for danger made it seem like he’d been living in an apocalypse all his life.

“How does hiding under dead bodies keep walkers from noticing you?” You ask, distracting yourself from the fear of what you might find in a few moments time.

He looks over his shoulder at you, and he almost seems amused by your question. “The rotten bodies hide your scent.”

When you reach the RV, Andrea and Dale rush over to help T-Dog, who’s in bad shape, while Shane rushes to your side. You're relieved to see that he and Jace are both fine. His eyes widen with worry as they trace over you, soaking up the blood. “Lily,” he says in a low voice. “Are you hurt?”

“No, it's T-Dogs blood,” you say as you look around and notice your brother isn't there. “Where’s Rick?”

Shane clenches his jaw and says, “You should change your shirt.”

—

The last few hours had been tense as you waited for news on Sophia. Carol's daughter had gotten scared by the walker horde; your brother went after her but lost her while luring two walkers away. He came back to get help, and Shane, Glenn, and Daryl left to help him search for her. The only positive was that you managed to clean and cover up T-doggy cuts the best you could with what little medical supplies you had.

“He doesn’t cry much.”

You turn to see Dale standing behind you as you lay Jace down on some blankets inside the RV. “Oh, he does. Jace just likes to pick his moments.”

Dale nods his head, giving you a forced smile. “I know, I’ve heard him cry when he’s hungry, tierd or needing changed.”

“But?” You know by the look on his face that he’s holding back.

“I’ve noticed he doesn’t react much to loud noises.”

You frown and ask, “What are you getting at?”

Dale goes to answer you but closes his mouth again when he sees Glenn and Shane return through the small window. He leaves the vehicle just as Jace wakes up fussing, the noise he makes indicating he is hungry.

Dale doesn’t know what he's talking about.

—

You step out of the RV mid-conversation.

“It can't be soon enough for me,” Andrea says. “I'm still freaked out from that herd that passed us by, or whatever you'd call it.”

Glenn nods in agreement and says, “Yeah, what was that? All of them are just marching along like that.”

Shane steps closer to you and places his hand on your back before addressing the rest of the group. “A herd. That sounds about right. We've seen it. It's like the night camp got attacked. There are a few wandering packs. Okay. Come on, people. We still have a lot of work to do. Let's stay on it. Let's go, come on.”

Once everyone else had walked away, you turned to Shane and whispered. “What’s really going on?”

“You've got to keep them busy and focused on a task. Dale fixes the RV, we start moving these cars and clear a path.”

“You don't think we will find Sophia, do you?”

He shakes his head.

—

“Hey, I know what will make you feel better.”

Your brother sighs while rubbing at his forehead, “Yeah?”

You stretch out your arms, signaling for him to take the baby in your arms. Which he does happily, talking to him in a baby voice. “I remember when Carl was this size. He grew up so fast.”

Rick looked defeated when he returned without Sophia. He’d even cut open a walker to check its insides to see if it had eaten her; he blamed himself for what happened. You look in the opposite direction to see Lori trying to comfort Carl. Poor kid. He looked terrified. It was going to be a long night waiting till morning to resume searching for the young girl.

“I don’t know what’s going on between you and Lori, but I imagine things are going to get worse before they get better, and we are going to need each other.”

Again, you felt your heart harden with rage towards Shane and Lori, because you knew if your brother ever found out, it would tear him apart. With his free hand, Rick pulls a gun from his holster and hands it out to you. “This stays between us. I want to know you're safe at all times.”

You take it from him, nodding in thanks, knowing that if the others saw it, they wouldn’t be happy since Dale was keeping a hold of the guns. “Thank you,” you say as you double-check the safety before slipping it between your waistband and belt and hiding it beneath your long shirt. “Here’s hoping I never need to use it.”

—

You roll your eyes as Andrea argues with Dale about her not having a weapon. Personally, you thought she was far too emotional to handle it, but you remained silent, knowing that all the arguing was wasting time.

“Aunt Lily,” Carl gets your attention as you cross the barrier that heads toward the woods Sophia had run into.

“Yeah?”

“My dad says I can come too, so I need to stay close.”

“Well, I feel much better now that you're beside me, munchkin,” you say as you wrap your arm around his shoulder. “But you gotta stay beside your mom and dad so they don’t panic, okay?”

“I will,” he says, nodding. “Why isn’t Jace staying with T-Dog and Dale?”

“Because he’s safest with me, now let’s go. We don’t want to get left behind.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Daryl staring in your direction, but when you look at him, he quickly marches on ahead.

—

The group walks in single file through the woods, everyone keeping an eye out for any sign of the young girl. You notice Carl walking by you to talk to Shane, who was at the end of the line. “Look, Shane,” Carl says, holding up a pocket knife. “Dad said I could carry it, and mom said as long as I was—”

“Keep it down. We're looking for Sophia. You need to focus on the task,” he snaps, making the young boys' faces fall.

“Carl, go keep up with your mom,” you say as you place a hand on Shane's chest to block his path. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you today, but cut it out. He's just a kid.”

He shakes his head and says, “That kid? He needs to toughen up. I love him like our own, but it’s the truth.”

You shake your head, not wanting to hear whatever he is about to say. You continue to walk in silence until Rick signals to stop when he reaches a tent.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t inside. It was just the remains of a man who killed himself.

You try to comfort Carol as best you can; you've only been a mom for a short time, but you can’t imagine anything worse than losing your kid. “Did you hear that?”

“No, wha-” Glenn shakes his head.

“Shh,” you cut him off. “There it is again. It sounds like bells.”

“It’s church bells,” Andrea says, in agreement “It could be Sophia or someone who’s found her.”

—

Shane shakes his head as you walk out of the church. “I'm telling you, it's the wrong church. It's got no steeple, Rick. There's no steeple.”

There was no sign of Sophia inside the church, which only had walkers inside. Feeling the heat, you walk around to the other side of the church to stand in the shade. You stand observing your surroundings for a few moments before unintentionally listening in on a conversation. You slowly look around the edge of the church to see Lori following Shane.

“Are you really leaving?” she asks.

“Don't you think it's best for all of us?”

“I think it is. What made you decide?”

You blink a few times to make sure you aren’t hallucinating the sight in front of you. But it’s real, and you feel sick watching your fiancé talk to a woman who now makes your skin crawl.

“I'm just trying to be the good guy here, Lori, and I just want to do what’s best for my family. What happened between us was a mistake and never should have happened.”

She walks towards him, pointing her arm in the direction of the church. “You're just gonna disappear? You're not even gonna tell Rick?”

“He'd only try to stop me. No, that's on you. You tell him what you want. Or tell him nothing at all. You're his wife.”

“And Lily? She’s happy to go along with this idea.”

He rubs his chin and says, “She doesn’t know we’re leaving yet.”

“Are you insane?” She hisses. “You really think she’ll just take the baby and go with you? And what about Carl?”

“Don’t, I love Carl. I'm trying to put this behind me. I'm attempting to make our lives easier. This ain't easy on any of us, least of all me. I'm the one who loses his family when Rick finds out.”

“This isn’t just about you. Rick would-”

“Rick would forgive you!” He yells. Fortunately for him, no one else was outside to hear him. “Rick would forgive you, he’d do anything to keep you, Carl, and him together. But Lily? If Rick found out what we did, he wouldn’t be able to be around me, so she’d need to choose. And I doubt she'd choose me... which is why we need to leave before things get out of hand.”

Not wanting to hear anymore, you storm forward and grab Shane by the wrist, pulling him behind you and away from Lori. “Let me make one thing clear,we’re not leaving. I am not leaving my brother or nephew, and you are not leaving either.”

“Wait just a minute—”

“One of the reasons I fell in love with you is because of how protective you are, so I know you think you're doing what’s right.” You cup his face in your hands, “but you're wrong. I'm not leaving them, so if you really want to go, then it’s going to be on your own.”

He looks hurt by your words. “I’d never leave without you and Jace.”

Your conversation is cut short when the others join you. You watch nervously as Rick and Shane walk off to have a conversation in private. You assumed they would be talking about Sophia where her mom couldn’t hear.

—

Reluctantly, the group split into two. Shane and Rick kept searching for Sophia, and Carl went with them while the rest of you headed back to the RV.

The walk back was filled with uncomfortable sighs and glances, mainly from Andrea, who was walking ahead but kept glaring back at you and Lori. Finally you have enough and snap, “Whatever you want to say, just say it.”

Her response is immediate. “I think it’s bullshit that we can’t defend ourselves properly, especially since we’ve now got a ticking time bomb with us.”

You follow her line of sight to the baby strapped to your chest, and anger boils inside you. “Excuse me?”

“Keeping the kid with you is selfish. You should have left-”

“Knock it off!” Daryl barks at her. “Unlike you, the kid causes no problems and makes a helluva lot less noise. So I suggest you shut the hell up and keep walking.”

Andrea scoffs and walks on ahead. You supposed you could chalk all the dirty looks and comments down to the blonde having a genuine fear that a crying baby could possibly bring a horde, but you had a feeling there was more to her sudden issue with you.

“So this is it?" This is the whole plan?” Carol asks, sitting down on a fallen tree.

Daryl shrugs. “I guess the plan is to whittle us down into smaller and smaller groups.”

Andrea directs her gaze at Lori, “carrying knives and pointy sticks. I see you have a gun.”

“Why, you want it? Here, take it. I'm sick of the looks you're giving me.” She hands Andrea the gun before facing Carol. “Honey, I can't imagine what you're going through. and I would do anything to stop it. But you have got to stop blaming Rick. It is in your face every time you look at him. When Sophia ran, he didn't hesitate, did he? Not for a second. I don't know that any of us would have gone after her the way he did or made the hard decisions that he had to make, or that anybody could have done it any differently.” She takes a sip of her water before looking at the rest of the small group. “Anybody? Y'all look to him, and then you blame him when he's not perfect. If you think you can do this without him, go right ahead. Nobody is stopping you.”

Andrea hands the gun back to Lori and says, “We should keep moving.”

You walk at the back of the group alone until Daryl slows his pace and walks beside you, talking low enough that only you can hear him. “It’s probably best if you keep the fact that you have a gun to yourself.”

You look down to see your gun is still hidden by your clothing. “How did you know I have one?”

Daryl raises his brows and chews on what looks like a bug, then walks ahead without saying a word.

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[ludwig-holy-blade]

This Cursed City

Plot: Now living the viper's den called King's Landing Lord Y/N Royce's life becomes more complicated.

Daemon Targaryen & Rhea Royce!Son x Rhaenyra Targaryen:

Prince Daemon Targaryen, Master of Laws:

To call your father an enigma was something of an understatement. He was at once a warrior and commander you admired with superb skill at arms. A gifted dragon-rider who rode one of the most battle hardened dragons still alive. However, he was also a lout who took pleasure in violence, a regular attendant of the Street of Silk and worse, the rat pits. A supremacist who thought that not just Valyrian blood but Targaryen blood in particular made him and his family closer to gods than men. Worse yet he used said supposed superiority to justify his lack of faith to your mother. Over the initial days and weeks in King’s Landing you had come find your father as a respectable warrior but an honor-less man. 

Your first week there he had summoned you out of the Red Keep and brought you to his favorite pleasure house. To make a man of you he said.  He handed you a bag overflowing with gold and told you to have as many whores you wanted. You were awkward, sitting in a chair just watching the goings on. The girls were all nice and complimentary but it was all feigned, all a lie and you despised it all. The patrons lied to their spouses  and the whores to the patrons. In the end you parceled out the gold to random whores through out the building, an act of generosity rarely seen in Flea Bottom. When your father returned to the castle and found you had simply left without partaking he was disappointed. “I see your mother’s made you an honorable fool, like the rest of the Vale-men. Not much of dragon in you after all.” You said nothing and simply closed the door. 

Queen Aemma Arryn, The Queen Consort: 

Queen Aemma had to be one of your favorite new family members to have in King’s Landing. Not only was she of the Vale like you were and as such was unsurprised by your Royceish behavior. She often invited you to midday tea and would reminisce about home with you. It wasn’t much but it did go far in making you feel less alone in the foreign land of King’s Landing. The friendship between you only endeared you further to your uncle Viserys who found it heartwarming to see his nephew growing closer to his family. 

The Princess and the Lady: 

You were usually a calm and reasonable person that did not however, make you an agreeable person. After your father’s attempt at “bonding” with you failed you joined your mother amongst the objects of his ridicule. This only lead to further isolation from your peers. Once again you found solace in training. Now however you had the privilege of training against none other than Harrold Westerling, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.  During one of these training sessions was when you truly met your cousin and her lady in waiting. The two of them had been watching you train against Ser Westerling and through great effort, you still lost, you were only three-and-ten after all. To your surprise the Princess Rhaenyra and Lady Alicent were standing by the training yard watching, they cheered as you finished. They called you over to speak and you were awkward to say the least. Suffice to say social interaction was not one of your more well honed skills. 

Your polite manner was a joy to Lady Alicent, who was worried you might have been Daemon born again. To Princess Rhaenyra it immediately became her pleasure to tease you the moment she realized you could be flustered through a compliment. They decided they needed your help, Rhaenyra had a deep and intrinsic need for cake at that very moment and needed your help. She decided to steal it from the kitchens and needed you and Alicent to distract the kitchen staff so she could nab one. Why did she need to steal one? Because she wanted too that’s why. The plan went swimmingly, with Alicent feigning an argument with you in front of the kitchen staff. She slapped you for added dramatic effect, while Rhaenyra stole a cake. 

The rest of your day was spent with the two girls talking, joking and enjoying each other’s company whilst of course eating cake. The bonds of friendship between you grew with surprising ease. Rhaenyra made it a mission of hers to draw you out. Tried to make you enjoy things outside of hunting and training, she taught you cyvasse and often used you to cover for much of her mischief. Lady Alicent enjoyed teaching you the nuances of courtly skill, she taught you dancing, singing (though it pained both of you listen to that) and the playing of an instrument. Their friendship was unencumbered by the expectations heaped upon you by your mother and father, they wanted nothing from you but friendship in turn. You returned it with devoted love. You became their confidant, a constant companion and principle defender. You taught Rhaenyra how ride a horse with expert skill and began teaching her the basics of sword-craft. For Lady Alicent you forged for her a dagger so she could use for herself and brought her books on the history of the Vale. 

It was because of Rhaenyra and Alicent that you were given a very special gift for your four-and-tenth name day. Rhaenyra, with the support of Alicent was able to convince King Viserys to bring you to Dragonstone. It was high time you were given a dragon of your own. 

The Cannibal and the Prince: You were turning four-and-ten, a year had now passed and you were finally given the chance to get a dragon of your own. You went by ship to Dragonstone, accompanied by King Viserys and Queen Aemma. Your father and Rhaenyra traveled on dragon-back, beating you there. On Dragonstone you were introduced shocked to find not only were your aunt Lady Rhaenys and her husband Lord Corlys Velaryon there to see you claim a dragon but they had brought your mother from Runestone to witness this herself. There was no loving greeting or grand embrace, she said only one thing to you. “Only claim the greatest of them.” Your father said nothing at all. As you stood before the entrance to the Dragonstone caves King Viserys and Princess Rhaenyra cheered you on. You entered the caves and hours passed, day turned to night and still there was nothing. You had little hope entering the caves and there was almost none left when you heard it. A roar from deep within and against your better judgement you went deeper. 

You followed the noise and in time you found your way to a den. The den was littered with bones, broken dragon eggs and the decaying corpses of multiple small dragons. In the darkness of the cave you could barely make out the enormous coal black form of a dragon. It’s bright sickly green eyes following you through the darkness. The dragon was known as the Cannibal the oldest dragon on Dragonstone, or so the rumors said. He was wild and crazed prone to violence but he hadn’t moved yet. You had no idea how to claim a dragon much less one like Cannibal so you panicked and did something strange, you started to sing. You weren’t singing in common or valyrian however, you sang in the old tongue. As a child your mother did sing to you typically in the old tongue of the first men and you remembered one about the dragon Urrax. As you sung the great dragon roared in a strange semi-tune of his own and as the song came to it’s end the both of you fell into silence. 

The common folk of Dragonstone fled into their homes as the shadow of Cannibal flew over their towns but in the castle of Dragonstone you could hear nothing but cheering from King Viserys, Princess Rhaenyra and even your father of all people. All were silence by the cheers of praise announced by your mother, her voice drowning out all others. You brought Cannibal to back to land and could for the first time call yourself truly happy. It was truly as shame, that it was not to last. 

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[noodleblade]

Can I ask for 17. noticing their individual quirks from the blossoming romance prompt list with Simpatico? <3

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Perceptor narrowed his optics down at the pile of clutter before him. Clutter was a kind, professional, polite way of describing explosive havoc of disorder and chaos that made up the dimensions of Brainstorm’s desk. Disgusting was another word that came to mind. 

::How do you live like this?::  

::Oh please, let’s not exaggerate. It’s not that bad.:: came Brainstorm’s groan. 

It was not an exaggeration. If anything, it was an understatement. 

Perceptor’s internal processors had a difficult time distinguishing just what exactly he was looking at. The only way to actually piece through what was on the desk was to deconstruct it layer by layer. A cross-section analysis.

The bottom-most layer- the foundation, if you will -were dried dribbles of fuel intermingled with a noxious dusting of sentiment and dirt. One of Perceptor’s background scanners identified a cluster of granulated particles to be aged candied energon treat crumbs. An entire rust strick made the foundation brick, its sticky residue gluing it to the hard surface of the desk. Perceptor idly pondered if its removal would cause the entire system to fall apart. And while his internal protocols desperately would like the area cleaned, organized and sanitary, he was not willing to find out if his hypothesis was correct. 

Cemented to this foundational core layer was the secondary mantle layer. This, from what Perceptor could read, was a scattering of notes all in Brainstorm’s sloppy, near illegible scribble. Tattered napkin bits from Swerve’s and printed notices from Ultra Magnus acted as the canvas for dynamic invention designs, schematics and impossible (and implausible) equations with attached nonsensical theorems. Several datapads acted as structural weights. When flicked on, Perceptor wasn’t sure if he felt amusement, exasperation or a sickly, prickling bashfulness in seeing several of his academic research papers and studies riddled with extensive notes, doodles and elaborations from Brainstorm. 

It didn’t take away from the utter disaster that was Brainstorm’s work space but it did soften the blow. Still, Perceptor would prefer if his research wasn’t adding to the disgusting catastrophe that made up Brainstorm’s desk. Perhaps a bookshelf or three would greatly benefit organization.

Level three- the crust -was as troublesome as the other two layers of clutter, if not more prone to disaster by their fragile and incongruous shapes. Trinkets , Brainstorm affectionately called them. Garbage , Perceptor was more keen on describing. In truth, they probably served best as paperweights, however haphazardly placed they were. 

The sentimentality was not missed on Perceptor and a part of him could even find the collection charming. Endearing. 

Perceptor had bared witness to the slow accumulation over the course of the Lost Light’s journey but had never really taken the time to truly examine them. Now he did, his optics scanning over the seemingly random series of objects: little samples of rock, crystal, fossil collected on pit-stop planets, a Rodi-Star for Temporal Excellence half hanging off the desk, a cluster of thumb drive stocked with films, music, and other media either gifted or stolen from Rewind- Perceptor was still not sure. Little gadgets and doodles from Nautica were in abundance and horrible tiny contractions built by Whirl intermingled with them. There was even a small toy-like bauble on the corner of his desk from Chromedome, Perceptor had been present when the Mnemosurgeon had left it there and Brainstorm never moved it, simply fiddled with it absentmindedly while mulling over his work before throwing it back to the corner of his desk.

All these items, papers and dirt and yet Perceptor still did not actually find what he was looking for. 

With a heavy sign, Perceptor responded to the insisting ping in his comms. 

::How do you expect me to find anything on your desk?:: 

Brainstorm’s response was bitingly quick. ::What are you talking about? Everything is organized!::

::It’s garbage, Brainstorm.::

::Use that brilliant mind of yours and you’ll see everything has a purpose.::

::What purpose do Ultra Magnus’s cease orders from 28 cycles ago have?:: Perceptor didn’t dare touch the fragile, lopsided stack in fear of it tumbling down and only adding to the mess. 

::They are counterbalances. Don’t move them or the desk will collapse.:: Perceptor had no doubt in the truth of that statement even if its intent was a joke.

::We are cleaning this when you return to the ship.::

::It doesn’t need any cleaning! I know where everything is!:

Perceptor let out a derisive snort. He could picture perfectly the little fluttering of Brainstorm’s ailerons, his hands moving in frustration. 

::The tell me where your cathetometer is.::

It was the reason for this call in the first place. For rare occasion, Perceptor had the lab to himself with Brainstorm accompanying Rodimus’s small expedition team. It’s not Perceptor’s fault his colleague forgot his equipment but he was not about to be a complete aft in not assisting. He just wasn’t going to personally dig through Brainstorm’s garbage heap of a desk alone. 

::Hmm, if you don’t see it in top it’s probably in one of the drawers.::

Perceptor rounded the desk to see six drawers lining the sides of the desk with three on each side. 

::Which one?::

::The left side. I keep the important stuff there.::

Perceptor raised an optic ridge and couldn’t help but ask ::And what do you keep on the right?::

::Come on Percy, let me have a little mystery, a touch in intrigue.::

::Nevermind, I don’t want to know.::

Perceptor didn’t need to be present to know Brainstorm was pouting, blast mask intact or not. Even hundreds of meters between them and Perceptor knew a pouting, sulking Brainstorm anywhere. 

::You’re no fun.::

::Yes I am.:: Perceptor replied back as he started with the top drawer, pulling it open only to find it crammed to the brim with even more data pads. All of them pressed together to a block so not even a tiny piece of dust could enter. Perceptor slammed the drawer shut. ::How do you live like this?:: he found himself reiterating. 

::Oh, not fun loving Perceptor still complaining about my desk. Is that fun? Cleaning and organizing?::

::You’re a scientist. How do you find anything in this?::

::Tell me how you are fun in explicit detail and I’ll tell you my organizational strategies. We can make a date of it.::

Perceptor snorted as he opened the second drawer. This was filled with several instruments and after some careful digging, he found the cathetometer . ::We can clean your desk together.::

::You must be a hit at the club, Percy. Really. Absolute stud. What moves do you have? The pencil sharpener? The label maker? The file organizer? Actually, you can’t claim that one. Minimus invented and perfected that one. ::

Perceptor could have told Brainstorm at any moment that he had found what the other mech was looking for but, he held onto the tool for a moment, softly smiling to himself as Brainstorm rambled insults to him. It shouldn’t be charming, it shouldn’t be amusing, it shouldn’t bubble up any sort of affection. And yet. 

::I’ve seen you dance, Brainstorm. I wouldn’t speak so confidentially with what you’ve demonstrated.::

::Are you saying Minimus is a better dancer than me? Because you surely can be saying that you are a better dancer. I mean, I think you’ll fall apart if you stepped foot on the dance floor.::

::It hasn’t happened yet.::

::When have you been dancing at Swerve’s? Before or after you deep clean and detail your desk every day?::

::Funny.::

Without even thinking about it, Perceptor opened the third drawer. He stopped as it slid open, its few contents rocking in the sway. Recognition lit his processor in a warm, shy heat.

::I’m hilarious. So funny and smart and amazing and talented and resourceful. Speaking of resourceful…did you find the my cathetometer yet? I put googly eyes on it. For personality. Can’t miss it.::

Perceptor felt the warmth spread across his faceplates. ::I did.::

::Oh Percy, I could kiss you. Tailgate is almost back at the ship if you can give it to him. The mods to his hoverboard make him almost as fast as Rodimus. He’s pissed. Anyways I told you it would be easy to find. All my important stuff is.::

Perceptor barely heard a word of what Brainstorm said. Only sending back a short affirmative as he stared at the drawer. 

::Perceptor? You alright?::

With a sharp invent, Perceptor closed the drawer shut firmly. 

::Perfectly fine. I’ll be ready to pass it off to Tailgate. I’m clearing your schedule for the next cycle. We are cleaning your desk. I can’t work knowing you are working like this.::

::Percy! It’s fine. I don’t need your shitty excuse for a date-::

::It’s not a date.:: Perceptor swiftly cut off. ::This is a work hazard that is being remedied immediately.::

Brainstorm’s response was muted, delayed. ::Okay, okay. We’ll clean it up. I’m sure you’ll have a checklist and everything.::

Perceptor let a small smile come to his face even though he could hear the telltale rumbling of Tailgate’s juiced up hoverboard. ::Of course. You shouldn’t expect anything less from me. If you manage to get it done by shift’s end, I’ll buy you a drink. Maybe if you are lucky, we can dance.::

Brainstorm’s next several responses were streams of incoherent stutters that formed a very excitable agreement. Perceptor didn’t feel the need to continue the chatter as he passed over the tool to Tailgate who only gave him a slightly confused look at his smile. Perceptor didn’t care, not when he knew what lay at the bottom of Brainstorm’s important drawer. 

Sentimental fool.  

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[slutforsilverfoxes]

Part I

Double Duty (Part II)

You woke up the next morning and rolled over onto Jethro’s side of the bed, hoping for just a few more minutes of morning cuddles (or something more) but were disappointed to find his space empty. You buried your face into his pillow and inhaled that smell that you loved so much, then groaned audibly as you forced yourself up and out of bed.

You washed your face and brushed your teeth, then padded over to your closet to pull out a skirt and blouse for the day. Placing your choices on the bed, you moved to the dresser to get out your underwear and stopped short at the sight of a little gift-wrapped box. Grinning to yourself, you hurriedly untied the bow and slid the lid off, an involuntary shiver running down your spine at the lacy lingerie staring back at you. Wear this to work today, Jethro had written on a little card. You rolled your eyes and placed the card aside. As if you’d wear this to work of all places.

Taking the bra out to admire it closer, you spotted another little card underneath. Don’t roll your eyes- I’m serious.

Laughing in admiration at just how well your boyfriend knew your mind and your body, you slipped into the lacy set and hummed in satisfaction at the feeling of it on your skin. You ran your hands down your chest, squeezing your breasts the way Jethro would and finding yourself growing just a bit too excited for six in the morning. You finished getting dressed and threw your hair into a bun, slipping on some sensible heels that would still be comfortable at work while driving Gibbs wild. Something about you wearing high heels made him absolutely feral, although it wasn’t hard to impress a man who got turned on when you showed interest in his wood- his boat, of course.

You picked up two dozen donuts and enough coffee to fuel an army on your way to work, figuring that both your boys and the BAU team would need sugar and caffeine to make it through another day of this case. “I come bearing gifts!” you announced, your entrance to the conference room accompanied by cries of joy at the sight of your thoughtfulness. “And one black coffee in return for your gift,” you whispered to Jethro, simpering as his hand skimmed over the curve of your hip.

“You wearing it?” he asked quietly, an eyebrow raised as if he didn’t trust you to listen to him. You nodded obediently, heat pooling in the pit of your stomach at the sight of his tongue running over his bottom lip. God, you wanted that tongue in your-

“Okay!” Gibbs suddenly clapped, startling you out of your reverie. “Let’s get to work people. I want this son of a bitch in a cell tonight, are we clear?”

A chorus of “yes”es echoed around the room and a blush crept up your cheeks as you realized you had once again gotten lost in your raunchy thoughts. You needed to catch this guy and then you needed to get laid. Seriously.

You found yourself across the table from Hotch, bouncing ideas about the profile back and forth. This was your favorite part of the case, trying to get into the killer’s head- the unsub, as the BAU kept referring to him.

“So what is it that makes him attracted to these women specifically?” you asked Hotch, biting your lip with a furrowed brow as you looked over the wives’ pictures for the umpteenth time.

“It’s typically one of two options,” Hotch explained, his voice taking on an authoritative tone as he elucidated his profiling craft. “He’s either filled with rage because they represent someone whom he hates, or he’s infatuated with them because they represent someone he covets but can’t have.”

“So maybe this woman rejected his advances?” you offered, mind whirling.

“That’s certainly possible,” he nodded, encouraging you to follow this line of thinking.

“So given the time of day of the kills, plus the women’s daily schedules, he probably has a day job-“

“-if any,” Hotch jumped in.

“If any,” you conceded, getting up and beginning to pace. “What else do these women have in common besides their husbands being marines?” You stopped your movements and placed a hand on his shoulder to reach over and tap on the features as you pointed them out. “Dark hair, almost black. Brown eyes. High cheekbones. Button noses. They’re all conventionally beautiful.”

“They all look like you,” he added, the fact that his gaze was flicking between your eyes and lips not lost on you. A blush crept up your cheeks as you deciphered the indirect compliment.

“Oh, Hotch I- oh!” You cried out and clawed his shoulder at a sudden vibration between your legs. Clearing your throat and loosening your grip, you explained that you had a brilliant idea and needed to run it by Gibbs.

You moved stiffly over to where he sat at the other end of the conference room, delicately taking a seat next to your boyfriend and boss. “Gibbs?” you growled out.

“Y/L/N?” he answered in kind, not even deigning to look at you.

“May I speak with you a second? Sir?” you added as an afterthought, hoping to curry some favor. “It’s very important.” Your little gift is distracting me from my work, you thought, annoyed that he had cleverly tricked you into wearing what you considered to be a literal torture device.

“Mm… busy.” He slipped his hand into his pocket and the incessant vibration between your thighs mercifully stopped. Fine. Two can play at this game, mister.

Clearing your throat, you smoothed your hands over your skirt and returned to Hotch. “What was your thought?” he asked innocently upon your return.

“Oh nothing,” you laughed it off. “Gibbs was in the middle of something anyway. I wish he’d take more time to listen to his agents like you do,” you said softly, just barely running your hand over Hotch’s arm as you reached for the case file you were sharing. You looked up just as Gibbs returned to his file, hand sliding back into his pocket seconds before the vibration came back, more intense this time. You discreetly crossed your legs under the table, trying and failing to alleviate some of the pressure building. Gibbs knew your body, knew you wouldn’t be able to cum without his explicit permission to do so.

Your annoyance grew in kind when he looked up at you with a smirk, daring you to say something, anything, that would give him an excuse to torture you more. You smiled back and pursed your lips. Game on.

“Agent Hotchner, sir?” you called over to him at the table full of refreshments. Gibbs bristled at your use of the authoritative term and you mentally high-fived yourself. “Would you mind grabbing some extra napkins? My hand slipped and now I’m all wet,” you sighed, indicating the water bottle in your hand. In response, Gibbs turned the vibrator up another level. How fucking high did this thing go?

“Never mind, Hotch, thanks,” you rushed out, trying to hold back a whine. You ran down to the kitchen as fast as your legs would carry you, slumping over at a reprieve in the vibrations. You heard familiar footfalls approaching and whipped around with fire in your eyes, ready for a fight.

“I’ll take them off,” you threatened quietly, trying to keep your voice even to not betray your true thoughts. “I’ll walk around here with no panties on, daring you both to fuck me. Try me, Gibbs.”

He grabbed your chin forcefully, pulling you in close. Your breathing picked up immediately, his intoxicating smell and masculine presence forcing every coherent thought out of your mind. “No,” he whispered, “you won’t.” Your body involuntarily shivered at the gentleness of his voice juxtaposing his firm grip and dominance over you. God, you loved this man. “For someone with such a dirty mouth and mind, you’re a goddamn prude and we both know it.”

Your nostrils flared as you stared defiantly at him, and he licked his lips deliciously. He swiped his thumb over your bottom lip and you had to resist the urge to draw it into your mouth and toy with him as he was toying with you. “Now get your sweet little ass back to work and find me my killer, or I’ll deprive you of my cock and your job.”

His laugh echoed throughout the tiny kitchen as he strutted away from you, your mouth gaping open like a fish. “You can’t- you wouldn’t- Gibbs!”

You started to chase after him but stopped abruptly as you felt the now familiar buzzing between your legs. Gripping the nearest desk and crossing your legs together, you whipped your head over to where he was sitting and found that fucking smirk adorning his handsome face.

I hate you, you mouthed, pounding your fist on the desk as he turned it up a notch in retaliation, daring you to speak out of turn again.

He kept up his torturous game throughout the morning and into the afternoon, offering the tiniest bit of relief in the elevator as you went to retrieve the takeout your teams had ordered for lunch. Pressing you up against the wall, he forced his tongue past your lips and absolutely ravaged your mouth. You were completely helpless and your jellied legs would’ve betrayed you had his strong arms not been holding you up. Your little tryst was over as soon as the elevator doors opened downstairs, Gibbs stepping out to meet the delivery driver as you attempted to make yourself presentable for work once more. He ignored your advances on the way back up, simply chuckling at your desperation.

Having had enough of his wicked game, turning up the level of the vibrator every time he so much as caught you thinking about looking at Agent Hotchner, you opted to work at your desk rather than the conference room where no one would be able to bother you. Tony had already gone through the marines’ credit card transactions to look for any obvious overlaps, but you were all frustrated with your lack of leads and double-, even triple-checking possible avenues. So you sat down at your desk with stacks of boxes from evidence, beginning the painstaking grunt work of looking through files by hand.

Hours later, your work paid off.

“Gibbs!” You shot up from your desk, propelled by your excitement at the prospect of an actual lead. Without looking up, he held his hand out and you thrust the little yellow slip into his waiting palm.

“What am I looking at?” He raised an eyebrow at you, gently placing his reading glasses on the bridge of his nose.

“A laundromat receipt,” you rushed out, bouncing on the balls of your feet. “I thought I’d look through the evidence boxes collected from their desks at work since we didn’t-”

“Y/N,” he cut you off, impatient. You and Abby both had a habit of rambling when you got excited. Gibbs wouldn’t admit it, but he found it incredibly endearing- except when the clock was ticking on catching a serial murderer.

“Tony didn’t find a connection in their finances because they all paid in cash.”

“That’s my girl,” Gibbs said triumphantly, standing up and grabbing his coat off the back of his desk chair. After your constant back and forth today, you couldn’t help but beam at his praise, and he smiled softly at you. If you had a tail, it would be wagging right about now.

You trailed behind him as you explained your theory. The marines’ wives would drop off their uniforms for cleaning which is when the initial attraction occurred. He would stalk the women then, learning their daily routines and fueling his obsession. Eventually the marines or their wives would come in to collect their freshly dry cleaned uniforms, returning home with a tiny GPS tracker that they would never think to check their buttons for. Your joint task force wouldn’t have even known if Abby hadn’t requested to review all of the forensic evidence from the previous scenes, including what the victims were wearing.

The next day, the BAU would get the call about the body.

You and Tony sat in the bullpen anxiously, opting to stay behind for this takedown since the entirety of the BAU was available while you were down a man. It felt like hours had passed when the elevator doors slid open, Hotch and Gibbs guiding your suspect through to interrogation. Tony fist bumped you proudly as they passed, the two of you falling into step behind the teams’ leaders so you could watch them go to work.

And God did they go to work. The way that they interrogated the unsub was downright masterful, alternating between praising his intelligence and demeaning him about his inability to attract a woman. The back and forth seemed to be working well, but every time they showed him images of the marines’ wives, he would close off again, refusing to admit guilt. You saw the flash of a challenge in Gibbs’ eyes, and he stood abruptly, coming out to talk to you.

“I want you to come in with us.”

“Me? In interrogation? With you two?” You realized you must’ve sounded like an idiot, but the thought of being in the same room as those two men degrading someone in tandem might just destroy you. You wanted to be that someone.

“You don’t have to say anything. In fact, it’s better if you don’t,” Gibbs coached. “I want you to walk in calmly, hand me this file, kiss me, and then leave. Don’t make eye contact with the suspect, don’t speak to him, don’t acknowledge that he exists. Got it?”

“I’ll make you proud,” you nodded eagerly, excited to help close the case after breaking it wide open.

“Good girl,” he praised, running the backs of his knuckles along your cheek. Your breathing picked up at his praise and touch, but you came hurtling back to reality as Tony cleared his throat behind you. Case first, reward later.

Gibbs returned to his seat across from the suspect as Hotch leaned against the corner opposite the door. They started their line of questioning again, and Gibbs soon feigned forgetting the case file. He turned toward the one-way glass and beckoned you in with two fingers.

Doing as you were told, you entered the interrogation room with your head down to avoid making eye contact with the suspect. You heard him gasp as you approached, seemingly thinking that you looked like all those marines’ wives, the object of his desire. Gently placing the file into Gibbs’ hand, you bent down and kissed him passionately, releasing all of your pent up frustration over the day. Finally, you pulled away and asked him coyly, “Is that all, sir?”

“That’ll be all,” he grinned, inclining his head toward the exit. You had barely closed the door behind you before the suspect erupted in a fit of rage, calling you a slut and a whore for your overt behaviors and threatening to kill Gibbs like he had killed those other undeserving bastards.

“Game, set, match, baby,” you laughed as you high-fived Tony.

“Good job, kid. Wish he hadn’t used such choice words though,” Tony grimaced.

“Eh,” you shrugged. “I’m used to it.”

“You- what?” Tony squawked in surprise.

“I said,” you turned around with your hand on the door and threw a wink at him, “I’m used to it.”

Later that evening, with a majority of the paperwork filled out and evidence packed away, you gathered your belongings and began formulating a plan to get back at Gibbs after such a hellish day. You were sure he’d be in a good mood after catching this guy, and you hoped he’d be especially eager to please you after your work had solved the case. Plus, your little performance in interrogation had secured a confession.

Yeah, he owed you at least one orgasm tonight.

“What’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours?” Two strong arms slid around your waist, the enticing mix of coffee and sawdust flooding your senses.

You hummed in appreciation at his sudden display of affection, although it wasn’t rare once everyone else had gone home for the night. “Thinking about how to get you back,” you answered honestly, leaning your head against his shoulder and pressing a kiss to his neck.

Gibbs laughed out loud at your bold statement, making you grin in anticipation. He playfully swatted your ass as you stepped into the elevator, his hand coming to rest possessively on your neck as you stood in front of him. You sighed as his large hand began kneading your skin- you could never get enough of the feeling of your man’s hands on you. Just as the doors were beginning to close, that large hand with the silver watch you had been coveting for two days now slipped in between them, forcing the doors back open as he stepped in.

“Gibbs, Y/L/N.” He smiled at the two of you, moving to stand in the opposite corner of the elevator.

“Hotch,” you responded in kind, stepping forward to press “G”. As you snuggled back into your boyfriend for the ride downstairs, he slipped the right side of your blouse out of your skirt, running his thumb over your soft skin that had been revealed. You turned to him with a questioning look, wondering why he couldn’t just wait until you reached the car but ultimately deciding that you didn’t care because it felt so fucking good after his torture all day.

He kissed your temple with a soft smile, then moved his hand from your hip down into his pocket, your eyes widening as you realized what he was about to do. You snuck a glance over at Hotch who was now on his phone, shaking your head frantically as a smirk spread over Gibbs’ face.

You tried to hold in the moan threatening to fill the space of the four metal walls, but the combination of Gibbs’ dominant hand back on your skin, the vibrator at its maximum, and the fact that Hotch was standing right fucking there was too much for your overstimulated brain. You let out a keening whine that morphed into a moan that would surely give a pornstar a run for her money.

And Hotch didn’t so much as blink.

“You always let your girlfriend moan like a whore at work, Jethro?”

Your jaw dropped open at his nonchalance and- did he just call him Jethro?

“How- how long have you two known each other?” you asked between pants, trying to calm your breathing as Jethro turned the vibrator off.

“Oh sweetie,” Gibbs chided. “This is why you work for me and not him.”

“Fuck you!” you shot back as the two of them laughed at you. You wanted to be mad, but the sound of them laughing together at you was incredibly hot.

Hotch stared you down, eerily calm as the elevator came to a stop at the parking garage. “No, Y/N. We’re going to fuck you.”

Part III

#jethro gibbs #jethro gibbs x reader #ncis imagine #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds imagine #aaron hotchner imagine #jethro gibbs imagine #leroy jethro gibbs imagine #aaron hotchner smut #jethro gibbs smut #leroy jethro gibbs smut #hotchner x reader x gibbs

[pearlypairings]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEARLY!!! 🎉🎊🎂 the world is a better place because you’re in it.

Birthday prompt:

For the pairing - Jonathan and Chrissy 😜

Scene - baking a surprise birthday cake… but the two of them together, baking it for Joyce (instead of one surprising the other)

Dialogue - "put the icing DOWN."

jonathan x chrissy || fluff, comfort, group hugs || 704 words

A/N: losty! you're always so creative, thinking out of the box and it gave me one of my favorite photocheer hcs now🥰 hope you like this one! JOYCE BYERS, our beloved<3

yesterday's prompt

Chrissy’s face had three different colors of icing smeared from her cheeks up to her ears like a clown who couldn’t decide on a blush color and went with all of them. She’d been crouched at eye-level with the cake, three piping bags, and four icing spatulas for far too long. A bead of sweat threatened to blend the white, blue and purple icings together. Enough was enough, she was becoming obsessed. “Babe, babe.” Jonathan patted her shoulder gently. “Put the icing DOWN.” “One more minute, one-more-minute. I’m almost done with these peaks on the edge—they have to be perfect.” She pushed aside her frizzy bangs with her forearm, lowering the piping tip back to the top of the cake to finish the third decorative row. He helped her get those pesky hairs out of her vision, making sure to tuck the longer pieces behind her ears and smiling at how cute her forehead looked when she was focusing. Ever since she’d come up with the idea of surprising his mom with homemade birthday cake, Chrissy hadn’t stopped planning. Besides listing out ingredients and supplies to gather, there were at least half a dozen sketches she designed for the decorative top of the round cake. “She’s gonna love it no matter what, because we made it. No need to get stressed out over icing, that’s all. She wouldn’t want you losing your mind over something we’re all gonna be chewing up tonight.” Chrissy set down her tools finally and whirled around to look at him, exasperated. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip while she stretched, straightening her spine from the hunched position she worked under.  “No, I know your mom is so good. Good to you, good to Will…” she trailed off to look at the sink full of bowls and utensils stacked high. “And she’s been so good to me, even though I’m not even family.” Jonathan sighed quietly, bringing her hand to his lips to kiss the sugar-coated, tired knuckles with a certain tenderness. “So that’s what this is about? You think you need to give her something perfect to deserve her affection?” “Well, I don’t know, no—maybe, ugh. I don’t know. I just want her to know I appreciate her and love her too.” Chrissy moved toward him, shaking her head and chewing the inside of her cheek like gum. “I’m being silly, aren’t I?” “Maybe,” he said, taking her hand to pull her in close and wrap his arms over her shoulders and down her back. “Or, maybe, part of you still worries that you have to earn things in our family. But the best thing about the Byers is that once you’re in, you’re in. There’s no escaping us once we care about you, we’re like.... a bottomless pit of endless concern and questions and surprise gifts of your favorite gum from the checkout counter. No strings—or perfectly detailed icing—attached.” “God, how did I get so lucky?” Her chin pressed hard against his chest as she embraced him. He didn’t even care that her flour-ey, sugary apron would wreak havoc all over his Smiths' shirt. He could stay like this forever if she wanted. “How did we get so lucky?” His mom walked into the kitchen from her shift, hearing Chrissy’s last question and answering the same exact way Jonathan would have responded. She shrugged off her dark maroon coat, dropping the bag she brought back and forth to work, and hurried over to squeeze them both, planting loud kisses on the tops of their heads. A sudden grasp nearly pinched his shoulder right off when his mom peeked at the counter from around their group hug. “Don’t even tell me that beautiful cake is for me!” Her voice poured out fast and soaked in joy. “You guys are too cute, baking together and making something so sweet for this grateful, old mom.” “Oh, we have candles for when Will gets home later,” Chrissy gushed, slipping her fingers between Jonathan’s. “And extra sprinkles if you wanted more of those and—” And Jonathan couldn’t hear the rest. He just kept thinking about how amazing the two women in his life were. He was the only lucky one here.

#pearly birthday prompts #second prompt! #losty's imagination astounds me #photocheer #jonathan x chrissy #joyce byers #getting the cake and love she deserves #fluff #comfort #birthday cake! #stranger things ficlet #firefly graphics divider

[emilykaldwen]

The Maiden and the Drowning Boy | Aegon x OC | Chapter Six

Rating: Explicit Ships: Aegon II Targaryen x Abrogail Strong (Lyonel Strong's Daughter), Jacaerys Velaryon x Helaena Targaryen

Summary: As the kingdom teeters on the edge of chaos, Alicent Hightower swaps the pieces on the board: Aegon will marry Abrogail Strong, Larys’ younger sister and heir to Harrenhal. Caught in the web of intrigue and political machinations, the pair must figure out where their loyalties lie, and what they mean to one another.

Tropes: Childhood Sweethearts/Friends to Lovers, Generational Trauma and Cycles of Abuse, It's All About the Character Development, Unreliable Narrators, Multi-POV, Canon Divergent, Bisexual Aegon II Targaryen, Book/Show Mash Up, Fix-It Of Sorts, Stopping the Cycle of Abuse before it gets us all killed, Team Neutral, fairy tale vibes meets victorian medievalism meets grrm

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Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five

CHAPTER SIX - HERE WITH ME

Up here, Alicent Hightower did not seek to use her to control her son. Up here, Aegon did falter beneath the fate of his family’s choices. Up here, they could simply be; Aegon, Abby, and Sunfyre amongst the clouds, where nothing could ever hurt them.

The late morning sun was shining warm and bright, and the gravel courtyard outside the Dragonpit felt as if it was baking as Abby followed Aegon out of the carriage, taking his offered hand to help her down before he quickly dropped it. She fingered the golden buttons on the leather riding jacket the Queen had given her, the pad of her thumb dragging along the imprint of the high tower embossed on each one. The lining of the frock was a deep, verdant brocade, similar to the elegant pattern the Queen often wore at feasts and at court. Soft fleece lined the cuffs and the neck to keep the chill of the air at bay. It was an awkward fit, but not uncomfortable given that it was not made for her.

Helaena had brought up her lack of actual riding gear that was meant for her, and not modified hand me downs. “She’ll be the wife of a dragonrider and a princess. Abby should dress the part,” Helaena had said idly and the truth in the statement had rung clear in the room. The Queen had been reluctant to speak about why she had such a garment. The leathers had been neatly folded and wrapped in protective cloth at the bottom of a trunk and the melancholy look in her brown eyes had kept Abby from inquiring further as she accepted the gift.

The carriage left, Sers Arryk and Lorent remaining behind on their horses, who whickered and pawed uncomfortably on the ground when the dragon emerged from the pit.

Sunfyre was a breathtaking sight.

All dragons were, truthfully. Even growing up among the clutch, even having ridden them, they still astounded her. Sunfyre arched his neck, calling out a warbling greeting and shaking out his wings. She giggled as the beast almost trotted in the way Theraxis did when she called her cat sweet baby. Sunfyre’s purrs and chortles of glee were only matched by Aegon’s sullen quiet melting away as he rushed to close the distance with a loud whoop of greeting.

The dragon’s head bent down to knock into his rider and Aegon’s arms embraced his snout, rare Valyrian words flowing from him. Abby kept her distance until it was safe to come closer, her hands having finished buttoning up her coat and now folded in front of her. A surge of affection coursed through her at the bright sound of Aegon’s laughter, and when he looked at her over his shoulder, arm out to beckon her closer, she did not hesitate.

“Rytsas, Sunfyre,” Abby sang out in greeting and Aegon guided her hand to Sunfyre’s warm snout. It had been months since she’d been there, and her already awkward Valryian felt even more hesitant. “Olvie gevie iksā,” she said in crooning tones pulled sort of purring sound from Sunfyre that sent her giggling. She gently scratched at his scales the way Aegon showed her, right around the curve of his nostril. “I’ve missed you very much,” she said, and pressed a kiss against his nose, the scent of dragon musk filling her senses and the heat of him almost too much. “Thank you for letting me ride you today.” Aegon made a sound beside her, and she scoffed. “He doesn’t have to let me ride him, so of course I should thank him.”

“Do you thank everything that you ride?” he asked, innocence lacing his tone, and Abby glanced over at him in confusion.

“You mean like the horses? Of course I do! It’s called being polite,” she said primly. “You could stand to use your manners more.” Aegon’s lilac eyes flashed with amusement, mouth half curled up as if he was enjoying a joke she wasn’t in on. Abby pressed her lips together as the meaning dawned on her, which turned Aegon’s half curl into an impish grin. “You are utterly ridiculous.”

He tilted his head towards her and his hands moved closer to hers along Sunfyre’s snout, scratching and stroking. “I’m not the one calling Sunfyre a good and beautiful boy and speaking to him like a kitling.”

Abby rolled her eyes, unable to help the smile on her face. “But he is a good boy. And don’t think that just because I don’t speak much Valyrian that I don’t know that you are telling him the same thing. Jealous?” She cocked her head and reached up to stroke her fingers along Aegon’s jaw with a laugh. “Aegon, you’re such a good and beautiful boy. Thank you for taking me riding.” Not that he had given her much choice in the matter, but she didn’t really mind that much.

Aegon’s cheeks flushed a shade of pink to match his eyes and he made a noise in his throat. It was amusing to hear Sunfyre make another purring sound at the same time, a pleased kind of growling noise that Abby could feel vibrating through her. She quite enjoyed making Aegon blush, even if she wasn’t sure what caused it. Aegon’s hand snapped up to catch hers, thumb caressing her palm through her kidskin gloves and pressed her hand firmly back to Sunfyre’s snout.

“Umbagon,” he commanded, and Abby wracked her brain to remember what that meant while Aegon moved back towards Sunfyre’s gleaming saddle and went to work fiddling with the saddlebags.

Abby huffed and leaned in to Sunfyre, murmuring, “He was telling you to stay, not me, right? You know, he was very mean to me the other day.” She pressed closer, resting her cheek against the dragon’s scales as if it were Helaena she was whispering her woes and injustices to. “I know he was scared and upset and it wasn’t really about me, but it still hurt my feelings.” Sunfyre rumbled softly, as if he could truly understand her, and he turned his head to bump into her. She stumbled back but leaned in all the same to keep her balance, for it wasn’t the first time he had done this, and she pressed another kiss to his snout. “It’s okay, I forgive him.”

“Forgive who?” Aegon called as he climbed back down from the saddle. She startled at the fact that he might have heard her. “Māzigon,” he commanded her again, tugging at her hand as soon as she was within reach. “Up you get!” He gripped her waist to help her climb up onto the joint of Sunfyre’s wing. From there, it was a relatively simple feat to grab onto the side handles to boost herself into the saddle and situate herself. It really wasn’t unlike getting on a horse in that sense.

Sunfyre shifted beneath her and Abby grabbed the hand grips in front, her belly sloshing with nerves. Her thighs tensed along the saddle to keep her balance and the sound of buckles drew her gaze down to where Aegon was doing up the leg straps. He’d explained, once, that the reason he did not need them was because he didn’t have to worry about Sunfyre bucking him off. There were a set of leather straps with sturdy iron clasps on the ends to hook along one’s belt to keep from accidentally falling from the saddle.

A new rider would have to be quick, and Aegon and Sunfyre were of one soul it seemed. When Aegon rode Sunfyre it was like an extension of himself. Abby remembered his quiet practice on a spare dragon saddle set up in the stables to see how fast he could get those leg buckles done before his first flight. Like Aegon, Sunfyre was incandescent with joy and had shot off in eager excitement at the prospect of dancing with his rider. Aegon hadn’t even had time to fasten the belt hooks and had his grip not been so tight, he might have fallen. Now Sunfyre was patient enough to stay still (outside of rocking back and forth on his feet like an excited pup) while Aegon tethered Abby in.

‘You,’ he’d told her, with all the confidence of a boy five and ten as he did the straps up the first time. ‘Need to stay on at all costs. You could fall off at any moment.’

‘I’m not the one who tried to ride drunk yesterday,’ she’d countered and he’d nearly yanked her off the saddle and sent her on her way.

Now, Abby busied her hands with hooking herself onto the saddle while Aegon climbed swiftly up beside her. It was as if he simply floated up compared to her awkwardly hoisting and wriggling her way into the saddle. She instinctively shifted forward to make room, and as Aegon slid in behind her, Abby became distinctly aware of how little room there actually was for them both. A soft exhale escaped her. Aegon’s hands rested on her hips to pull her in closer - as if she wasn’t close enough already. Heat suffused her cheeks and she wished that she did not blush so easily. With her hair braided tightly back, there was no hiding behind her curls. In the saddle as they were there was no way to put any proper distance between them.

A part of her did not actually mind it. That part of her was a sleepy thing she was growing aware of, something that had been with her before but now stretched awake inside of her.

Sunfyre made a chirruping kind of sound like he was talking and the vibrations of it thrummed through her. Every shift of movement from the dragon made her aware of how close they were pressed against one another, from the way their legs were pressed together all the way up to how his cheek brushed against hers when he leaned over to tug at her waist straps.

“Good job,” he told her, his breath brushing against her ear. Abby swore her flush deepend and a sense of pride combined with that warm feeling from the closeness. “Ready?” Aegon leaned over, pressing her forward as he wrapped his black gloved fingers right over her own, still covered in verdant leather and resting on the handles.

Her belly swooped, from Sunfyre’s shifting or the way Aegon blanketed her was yet another mystery. “Can you ask him to go fast?” She asked softly as the dragon keepers backed away, Sunfyre’s wings spreading and flexing, his head turning to and fro to test the wind along his face. Aegon chuckled and his nose briefly nuzzled against her ear.

Abby was now certain of how crimson her face had gone.

“Ask him nicely,” he said, mouth close to her ear and she shivered instinctively. Amusement filled his voice and the dragon made his own warbling sound, as if he too knew what was going on.

Abby huffed, searching her mind for all the Valyrian she knew, and then decided it didn’t really matter. “Dear Sunfyre, would you pretty please fly fast the way I like? It would make me very happy if you did, because Aegon was mean to me the other day for no reason.”

Aegon made an indignant sound, and Sunfyre lifted his head, arching his golden, gleaming neck to let out a call toward the sky, wings extending before he started forward and took off.

Aegon whooped with glee and Abby screamed in fearful delight as Sunfyre left the ground, wings beating and steeply vertical. Her stomach could not make up its mind if it wanted to remain on the ground or up in the sky with her. Held steady by Aegon’s grip, Abby released the tension in her arms, letting his weight press into her and not fighting it. the pair leaning forward as one did a horse going uphill; the fastest, deadliest horse imaginable.

Aegon’s hollering and shouts of joy caught on the wind, and as the cold tore tears from her eyes, she grinned at the way his head was thrown back, joyously calling in time with Sunfyre. It was so different from the anger and fear that had coalesced inside him for the past fortnight. Never did Aegon look happier and freer than he did on dragonback.

“What?” he asked her after Sunfyre evened out, higher than the tallest towers of the Red Keep they lazily circled around, and Abby realized she was still watching him. Her face was warm, eyes red from the tears, but she could feel her smile breaking across her face and Aegon laughed. “What is it?” he asked, reaching up a gloved hand to brush her tears away, his own forgotten about.

She crinkled her nose, feeling shy with her encouragement and the feeling of being pressed so close to him. Aegon's eyes were bright, a half smile tugging on the corner of his mouth and dimpling his cheek.

“It’s just good to see you happy. You’ve been… very much not lately,” she said, and shifted against him, hips wiggling to find a different position.

Aegon shifted in turn, his hand falling from her cheek to grip her hip to still her. “Are you going to tattle about that too?” He didn’t sound angry or put out, his voice more an amused resignation.

“No,” she promised, sincere and mischievous all at once. “Just to the one who truly matters.” Abby leaned forward to scratch at Sunfyre’s neck just past the saddle horn.

“I’m going to wake up one morning to find you his new rider, and I’ll be the one needing to be buckled in.” His mock annoyance made her giggle. Aegon’s hand moved drag around her waist and haul her back and she settled with a soft sound. Not that she would complain much - even bundled up, it was chilly up here, and Aegon’s warmth could be felt through the layers between them.

“Stay,” he commanded again and she huffed. Sunfyre chittered and Valyrian flowed past Aegon’s lips, against her ear, and she couldn’t quite catch all that he said with how quickly it came. Sunfyre gave another chitter and she was given the distinct feeling that the pair were talking about her, no matter how foolish the idea might sound.

“I’m staying, I’m staying.” She almost teased him about needing a cuddle, but physical affection was never something she joked about amidst the clutch. Not when it was already so rarely given by their mother, and never from their father, or Uncle Otto. Abby would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy it, being tucked up against him. She could smell the scent of lavender and mint on his skin, the leather of his jacket and the smell of rain that clung to them both from the clouds. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t enjoying being cuddled into his arms, for she no longer received that kind of affection either. Always giving. Never receiving.

Except now, as Aegon held her to him like she might slip from the saddle if he didn’t.

It was comforting and familiar; even with being leagues in the sky, the warmth and scent of Aegon around her, and Sunfyre beneath her, made her feel safer than with both feet on the ground. Nothing could harm her up here. Nothing could steal her away from the people she loved and cared for. Aegon wouldn’t let anything happen to her, not when he took such care to make sure she stayed in the saddle. His arm tightened around her waist, head resting against hers while Sunfyre lazed about the sky like a seagull or a hawk, letting the currents carry them southeast and away from the city.

Time lost all meaning up in the sky with just the three of them. Abby leaned further back into Aegon, her head tilted back on his shoulder, and closed her eyes to let the sun kiss her cheeks, now growing chilled from the height.

Up here, Alicent Hightower did not seek to use her to control her son. Up here, Aegon did falter beneath the fate of his family’s choices. Up here, they could simply be; Aegon, Abby, and Sunfyre amongst the clouds, where nothing could ever hurt them.

“Where are we going?” she asked, feeling dreamy and so vibrantly awake all at the same time. She lifted her arms out as Sunfyre dipped, laughter bursting from her when her stomach swooped up to her throat at the sudden descent. Aegon’s laughter joined her, and he grasped her hands to get them back on the saddle horn. It was a lazy, gentle descent all things considered, but Sunfyre was playful in how he rose and fell in an ever tightening circle.

The Kingswood lay before them and eventually the dragon settled on the ground. It was a gentle landing, but it still rocked the pair of them. Aegon slid down first to release her leg straps and Abby took the time to unhook herself and let the nauseous feeling settle lest she vomit all over the poor dragon. It was always like that when coming back down for a ride. Once the nerves settled and the ground became a truth once more, everything wanted to come barrelling up. Abby carefully swung her leg over and made her way back down the same way she’d climbed up. Aegon’s arms enveloped her when she jumped from Sunfyre’s wing joint and she pressed her face against his shoulder as he gently swung her around and down.

“How’re your legs?” he asked, tugging at the tie that held his hair back from his face. Moonlit curls fell into his eyes, obscuring them somewhat and she nodded, reaching up to push his hair from his face.

“Good, just a little queasy is all.” Aegon nodded and lifted his fingers to his mouth, tugging his gloves off with his teeth and headed back to the saddle to retrieve whatever he’d stored in the bags. Abby licked at her lower lip, tilting her head to watch how his arms flexed when he climbed up. His jacket was a little too tight for him in the shoulders, and she could practically hear the creak of leather as he dug around the saddle bag to pull another satchel out.

They were betrothed.

He was going to drape her in the cloak of his house and kiss her in the sept.

Abby inhaled and pressed her gloved hands to her cheeks, as if that alone could stop the blushing. It wasn’t like she’d never kissed Aegon before. She’d kissed him on the cheek plenty of times. He’d even kissed her on the mouth, once, as children in the godswood, until they were caught by Septa Lyserra, who’d yanked her away and slapped her soundly for being wanton, for playing games they had no understanding of; how shameful it was when she was the princess’ companion.

She thought about the Queen’s disapproval, the look that she was leveled with, and the guilt when she slapped Aegon and then grabbed her and shook her until her teeth rattled in her head.

Aegon tossed his hair back from his eyes, the silver glinting gold in the afternoon light and hopped down in a smooth, practiced motion that had Abby’s eyes flitting down to the way his thighs flexed to absorb the impact.

“What is it?” He asked with a confused laugh when he caught sight of her, and she shook her head, wisps of hair that the flight had pulled from her braid catching about her cheeks.

“Nothing! Just worried when you jump down, that’s all.” She cleared her throat and gave him a smile, bringing her hands down from her face. “What do you have?”

“Lunch,” he said with a self-satisfied look. “I wanted to… ah.” He jostled the bag in his hands as he approached, a flash of uncertainty on his features while he tried to find whatever words currently escaped him. Sunfyre made a soft, purring sound behind them, moving further into the sunlit glen they’d landed in and contenting himself like a cat in the sun and flowers.

There was an urge to cut in, to smooth away the awkwardness that enveloped Aegon in the moment, but despite admiring the way his throat arched when he turned his head to avoid eye contact, she was still sore about the garden. It was frustratingly easy to forgive Aegon for all that he did, because there was no one else to do it. Truthfully, she did not mind it, for someone needed to be on his side; someone in Aegon’s life that did not feel the need to judge him, or condemn him, or hurt him.

Yet, Aegon had hurt her. Even if he hadn’t meant it. And though if he never really apologized for the hurtful things he did, he wasn’t the only one. Aemond and Helaena didn’t apologize either. Abby supposed it was something about being royal, and being a Targaryen.

The words tore at her throat, begging to be released. “It’s alright, Aegon, there’s nothing be sorry for.”

Abby pressed her mouth shut.

Aegon swiped another hand through his hair, then reached out for her gloved hand. But didn’t take it, not yet. She looked at it while her own fingers were folded demurely in front of her. His fingers twitched and she didn’t know if by not meeting his eyes, she was making it easier for him, or protecting herself.

Both, perhaps.

His fingers flexed in the air as if he could grasp her fingers by intent alone and he curled them into a fist, drawing back and letting out a long sigh.

“I didn’t think you were upset anymore,” he said with only a slightly sullen tone.

“Well, sometimes you don’t always think,” she replied and finally raised her eyes to peer at him and his taken aback expression. Aegon’s mouth opened and closed like a fish and she was tempted to laugh at the expression had the moment not been what it was.

“You aren’t going to make this easy, are you?” Sullen tones were replaced with a peevishness that was more suited to Aemond than Aegon, and that got a soft snort of amusement from her. She found she rather liked this change of not immediately comforting him and reassuring him that all was well and good between them. The Queen’s words still clung about her like a sticky film, and there was the lingering adrenaline from daring to speak her mind - carefully as she could - that made Abby think that maybe she enjoyed feeling this way. She tilted her head, chin up, and met Aegon’s gaze with her own calm and expectant expression.

Aegon arched a brow at her in return, curiosity lit in his lilac gaze, and Abby did everything she could to ignore the way her belly did the swooping thing it did while they rode Sunfyre. There was a streak of pink across his nose and the tops of his cheeks and it made his pale dusting of freckles stand out, as well as along his hairline from the bright sun. He didn’t burn as easily as Helaena or herself did.

“I wasn’t looking to hurt you that morning,” he finally said with a sigh and he shifted the picnic bag in front of him. “You were doing that thing with your smile that drives me mad and I needed to get you out of there.”

“What?” Confusion overtook the distraction of his freckles and she felt herself at a loss for words. “What on earth did I do? Does my smile upset you so much that you seek to deride me for it?”

“No! That’s not what I meant.” He took a step forward, his hand lifting and it hung there between them. “You do this thing where you’re upset and you just keep smiling and acting like everything is alright.”

Abby had no words, and it was her turn for her mouth to open and close like a guppy. Flustered and confused and not at all sure how she was even meant to respond to it. “But isn’t it alright?” she asked. Her voice had gone high pitched with her confusion. “We know each other! We do like each other, Aegon! There are worse situations for us to be in!”

“I know that! I just-”

“You could be married to Helaena! Then Aemond would have to become a kinslayer because he’d lose his mind!” She continued, ignoring him. She didn’t know why, and really, she was supposed to be giving Aegon room to apologize, but the idea that her smile upset him so much? It confused her. It irritated her. “I don’t want to go to Faircastle only to be attacked by a Greyjoy fleet and made into some thrall or salt wife, let alone be any closer to my sister! She despises me!” Of that, she was most certain of. “Or be married to Lord Tully’s grandson who's old enough to be my father!”

Aegon took a step forward and hooked his fingers in the black belt of her jacket. The smell of his soap, that soothing lavender and mint, and the scent of dragon filled her and she found herself momentarily helpless to deny him and bat his hand away.

“You wouldn’t be a salt wife,” he said in a still, quiet tone that she hadn’t heard before and it threw her, leaving her softly stuttering. His eyes were downcast, focused on the way his fingers held onto her. “Sunfyre and I would come and rescue you.”

Even at her indignation, even as his tone dipped in that low way, Abby couldn’t help the way her mouth twitched, amusement threatening, and something she tried to force away. The desire to ease the dragon claws that had descended, to soothe the sullen expression, was as instinctive to her as breathing.

“Four days at least to get a raven to King’s Landing. I’d be on a rocky outcrop in the Iron Islands by then,” she said in a gentler tone.

There was a soft creak of leather when Aegon’s fingers tightened around her belt and he sharply tugged her closer. Abby stiffened immediately, her heart kicking up and something knotting tight and low in her belly. They were close now, not as close as they were before, but this felt different and she tilted her head back to look at him. He watched her, eyes searching her face.

“You keep doing that,” she whispered.

“Doing what?” The low tone hadn’t changed and she felt the flush of her skin deepen as if she were pressed against Sunfyre’s scales.

“Looking at me for some answer. I don’t know what you’re asking of me, Aegon.” She swallowed, tongue darting out to wet her lips. Her mouth felt dry, and the forest around them felt muffled, and it seemed like the only thing she could hear was Aegon’s breathing.

He didn’t answer immediately, but she could see how his eyes were darting over every inch of her face - every freckle, every flushed bloom across her cheeks, the way the wind had chapped at the tip of her nose.

“Do you hate this?” he finally asked. “Do you really want to be- ,” Aegon stopped then, his own tongue licking along his mouth, and she could see how his lower lip trembled, and Abby’s heart was pulsing in her throat, blood rushing through her ears. “You don’t hate me for this? For upsetting you?”

There was a painful ache in her chest. He sounded so lost, so confused. She felt a nagging feeling that he was trying to manipulate her, but she couldn’t ignore the genuine pain in his voice, for she knew it as well as she knew her own.

“Just because you upset me doesn’t mean that erases everything between us. I don’t hate you. I could never hate you, Aegon.”

She swore that she heard him purr like Sunfyre when she said his name.

“You were terrified in there, and your smile was so convincing.” The quiet stillness remained, and he looked away from her eyes despite being the one to close the distance between them.

Abby blinked as the air left her lungs to join the observation that hung in the little space left between them. She couldn’t discern if it was because she hadn’t realized that was what she had been doing, or that he’d noticed at all.

Slowly, she reached into the minimal space between them to tug off her own gloves, and rested her hand along the back of his that held her belt hostage. The warmth of his fingers felt like a balm against the coolness of her own, but she focused on stroking his hand in reassurance, allowing the movement to soothe the confusion inside of her.

“So were you. That was a brave thing you did, standing up to Lord Otto and leaving… bringing me with you. I couldn’t have done it.” Even if it had ended in dismissive laughter and harsh words. She reached for his hand to deflect the attention from him. Maybe it was more than Aegon deserved, but that was who she was. Aegon’s gaze snapped to hers, then caught on her mouth. Abby was relieved; she didn’t think she could stand it if he met her eyes because she didn’t know what she might do.

“So you were upset with me, but now you’re not upset with me, and you don’t hate me,” he said, but the stillness had given way to something different. His voice had taken a deeper tone that made the knot low in her belly tighten further. “Don’t toy with me, Abby.”

Unlike everything else, his warning was unmistakable.

Abby was undeterred. “It doesn’t mean I’m not still upset, and that I’m not still hurt,” she said softly, still standing her ground on that. “But none of that changes how I care about you. I’ve always cared about you, you ridiculous boy, and I always will. I don’t know how to not do that, even against my own better judgment sometimes.”

He had grown taller than her now, the top of her head reaching his shoulder. She had to tilt her head back to look up at him and all she could do was watch him. Even when she caught him drifting closer, she didn’t move away. Aegon knocked his head into hers, rubbing a cheek fuzzy with stubble against her own; it reminded her of the way Theraxis would purr and rub his soft face against hers. A shiver of relief washed through her. She inhaled sharply and held it in before shutting her eyes and leaning her head against his. His hair tickled at her nose, and when she concentrated hard enough, she was certain she could hear his heartbeat echoing into her chest. His face pressed against her shoulder and Abby lifted her arms to wrap around his shoulders and hold him close.

The picnic bag protested at being squashed between them.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered against her jacket.

She made an annoyed and put upon sound, breath fluttering at his hair with the action. “Thank you, I accept your apology.”

The knots and swooping feeling in her belly felt heady at the closeness and she pressed a kiss to the side of his head. Aegon made a sound at that. His hand still gripped her belt, the other she felt brush against her hip before dropping limply to his side and Abby found how much she liked feeling Aegon pressed against her. He was so warm, and it made her feel dizzy and they were going to have a bedding ceremony and a wedding night-

“So you brought me out here for a picnic!” Her voice was too loud to her ears and Aegon startled, eyes blinking rapidly and his face flushed as red as her own. He stumbled back and she reached for the bag to take from him but he held tight to it. “Well? I’ll set things out. You rode us out here-”

“I’ve got it!” His cheeks were flushed and he held the bag to him like some sort of shield. Abby opened her mouth to say something else but Aegon was already traipsing through the high grass of the glen towards the tree line and into the cool shadows of the Kingswood. She followed, hopping through the grass to keep up and looked back over her shoulder. Sunfyre was rolling around on his back and scratching at the ground, breathing flame on it carefully for whatever nest he was making himself to laze about in.

“Where are we going?” she called after him. The birds had begun chirping once more now that the great predator in the glen no longer posed an immediate threat. She had not been out here for some time. The king was growing ever sicker and the last hunt held had been a year or more before he’d lost the remainder of his arm. While she enjoyed horseback riding, one did not have many riding companions when said companions were dragonriders. In fairness, she supposed a galloping horse was far more sedate than soaring through the clouds.

Abby caught up to Aegon and slipped her hand into his, natural as breathing. His fingers curled reflexively around hers and she hummed in contentment when she felt his fingers tap against her.

It’s okay, the tapping signal said, and she returned it. I’m okay too.

“I was thinking we could sit by the lake,” he said with a sideways glance.

She laughed. “Are you going to push me in again? I didn’t bring a change of clothes.” A smirk crossed Aegon’s face, and the mischievous gleam flickered back in his eyes. “Neither did you - I believe I pulled you in with me last time.”

“No, we most certainly did not bring any change of clothes…”

“And we can’t fly back drenched, we’ll catch our death,” she hummed. “I guess that means we’ll have to stay out here.”

Aegon chuckled and shook his head. “I can’t imagine the fort is still up. You’ll have to make us a new one.”

“Me? Why me!” She shoved at his arm gently in indignation.

“Because I’m the prince.” Nose tilted up, amusement gentling the haughty expression on his face.

Abby rolled her eyes. “Yes, but I’ll be a princess, and it’s only right that you do it then. Provide shelter for your princess to keep her warm during the night.” She bit her lip as her words hung in the air and she felt Aegon’s gaze drift over to her again. His thumb rubbed over the back of her hand and her teeth pressed down harder as if she might hide the shy smile that threatened.

“Aye, you will…” Aegon trailed off in agreement. A large log lay in the path and without hesitation, Aegon released her hand and grabbed her up by the waist to hoist her up and handed her the satchel before pulling himself up. She reached to help him and they did the same getting down.

“Thank you,” she said softly, smiling at him for his kindness when her feet touched the ground and her belly swooped again. The feel of his hands around her waist felt impossibly hot. It didn’t feel like she should feel the heat of him through the layers and she tried to tell herself that it was because Aegon always ran hot.

Yes, it was simply that and not the closeness. Not the way he gripped her with ease and the creak of leather as his upper arms flexed beneath the fabric. “I suppose Sunfyre can help keep things warm. You know, since our clothes will be too wet and the nights get cold,” he continued as if he was completely unaffected by the moment.

Perhaps he was.

“If our clothes are too wet, we’ll have nothing to wear,” she continued and took his hand again. The sound of the water birds was growing closer and she could glean the sapphire shimmer of the lake just up ahead. “I’ll have to figure out how to make our clothes out of leaves or something.”

“You know,” he drawled softly, inclining his head to hers like a secret and she tilted her own towards him. “We could just wait it out. No need for extra effort that could be spent doing something else.”

Abby’s mouth parted, words failing her. “What, you’d hunt for our supper naked?”

“Who said anything about hunting?” Aegon said innocently.

Abby thought about the tapestries that had been moved to the gallery hall, that Septa Lyserra’s scoldings had forbidden her and Helaena from observing and yet, the pair of them had done so anyway with stolen muffins in the middle of the night once.

“Well, I…” Words stuttered over her tongue but she thought it was to her great credit that she met his gaze.

“Oh! We’re here! Give me that!” Aegon interrupted, and yanked the satchel off over her head, not even apologizing when he caught the buckle on her hair, and hurried through the last row of bushes to set up whatever picnic surprise he had planned.

The lake, although Abby wanted to call it a pond, for when she thought of lakes, she thought of the endless vast reach of the God’s Eye, and everything but the ocean paled in comparison, was calm that day, with only the gentlest of waves along its glittering surface. Birds called and chased one another across the expanse of it and she sighed happily, undoing the buttons on her borrowed jacket, leaving her in the soft linen of her short sleeve shirt and her wool and leather-reinforced riding pants. It felt a bit odd to be in trousers, picnicking, but she didn’t hate it. It certainly made traipsing through the forest easier. Settling on the soft blanket spread out for them, she picked up one of the meat pies Aegon had packed. It was only barely warm, but just enough that it made for a pleasant meal.

The pair of them ate in companionable silence, looking out at the lake and pointing out the various birds and other animals they caught sight of. They sat close enough she could feel the heat of him, but just enough room that they did not bump one another. Eventually, Aegon stripped himself of his own jacket, tugging at the laces of his own unbleached linen shirt and getting comfortable. His hair fell in a gentle curl into his eyes, his features relaxed, and something that looked like contentment softened the square cut of his jaw. It was always clenched whenever she saw him in recent months, and for the first time she could truly appreciate how relaxed he looked.

She thought about the things the queen had said to her. She thought about how cruelly she’d painted Aegon, as if there was nothing about him that was endearing. Yet, the warmth in her chest settled into a comforting sort of glow. He drank, and went to brothels, he got handsy with the servants… things that Abby didn’t ignore and didn’t like. He made her laugh, which she did like. He brought her on surprise picnics and told her he was sorry and not only did he bring his favorite honey cakes, but he’d also packed her favorite strawberry tarts.

Abby wiped her hands on her trousers and took a sip of water from the skein. “No wine?” she teased and Aegon scoffed, pulling out the tart apple cider in its sweating brown bottle.

“I’m supposed to ‘dry out’,” he sniffed, and gripped the cork with his teeth to open it, spitting it out towards the water’s edge and let out a victory shout at the soft ‘plop!’ it made upon landing in the water “Too much drink and I’m liable to hurt someone.” He vaguely gestured to his face, and Abby made a soft ‘ah’ sound.

“Hey!” Aegon did not remove his lips from the bottle as he took greedy gulps, but he glanced her way. “Don’t drink all of it! I want some too!” His eyes widened and he sputtered and hurriedly tried to stop, wiping away the rivulets of cider coursing down his chin.

Abby burst into laughter when Aegon stopped gulping in an attempt to behave himself. She might have felt sorry for it if they hadn't known one another so well. She couldn't explain why it was so funny except that he'd looked so sheepish about it, as if she'd caught him trying to steal a sweet off her plate.

The surge of affection she felt for him was enough to make her blush and she ducked further into the basket to hide it from him as she giggled. She wondered if this was how Sunfyre felt before his throat glowed and he burst a stream of golden fire at whatever lovely treat Aegon brought for him. It made Abby want to push him to the ground and pepper kisses all over his cheeks. Perhaps then the sadness in his eyes could be chased away. What hubris she had, to think she could be sunlight for the falling star that was Aegon: brilliant and beautiful, streaking across the sky; burning incandescently towards whatever end was meant for him, and there she stood, her hands up, waiting to catch him.

"I shall tell you a secret," she said as she retrieved the honey cakes from the basket. Delicate fingers broke off a morsel and she lifted it to his mouth and popped it past his plush lips to feed him. A greedy touch that lingered only for a moment before she licked the honey and sought the remnants of his taste on her fingertips.

Aegon was watching her, cheeks puffed somewhat from the cake she’d pressed into his mouth, the sun turning the lilac of his eyes pink. He was terribly still and she cleared her throat, and kept going.

“I’d hoped that maybe, um… it’s terribly silly. I stole honey cakes from the kitchen the other day, thinking that maybe you’d find out that I had them. That they’d… they’d call you to me or something.” Abby broke off another morsel to feed him.

Aegon’s mouth opened automatically, her fingers catching on his lower lip. His eyes had gone heavy lidded, watching her in the way that sent fire scorching through her veins and a heated, syrupy sensation curled low inside of her.

She watched him in return, counting his freckles, pale as dusted sugar across his nose. It was intimate. She shouldn't be doing it, but she felt drunk and alive in his presence and so Abby didn't care. "I've missed you these past few months. It's like everything loses a bit of color when you're not around." The second bit was quieter - the true secret. Her face warmed and was flushing as dark as her hair so she popped a piece of Aegon's honey cake in her mouth to shut up.

Abby stilled when she felt Aegon’s calloused palm gently wrap around her bare arm. Breath caught in her throat when his thumb caressed gently - so achingly gentle - over the yellowing bruises of his fingers from the other day in the garden.

“I’m sorry for these,” Aegon whispered, and she could feel the warm, damp puff of his breath against her skin and she immediately burst into goosebumps. The shiver that raced down her spine could not be denied. Something tightened in her stomach.

Words escaped her before she could even think. The ache was growing inside of her faster than it had before. “You could kiss them better.” She swallowed harshly, eyes affixed on some sort of middle distance towards the water’s edge, when she felt the gentle caress of his mouth against one of the tender spots. Abby couldn’t breathe. Heat spread from the top of her strawberry curled hair to the tips of her toes and her mouth had gone dry, the honey cake in her hand all but forgotten. She turned to look at the top of his head while he kissed her only to find those lilac eyes gazing up at her from beneath his eyelashes.

The flash of the soft pink of his tongue, the feel of it as he carefully traced the thumb print on her skin.

“I’d rather leave these kinds of marks on you,” he teased, voice so low that she swore it vibrated through her.

“I’d rather you did too,” she replied, and her mouth was dry, and his mouth had felt so soft. Aegon’s head lifted, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “You could, if it pleased you.”

His other hand came up and took the tip of her chin between forefinger and thumb, tilting her head down more. “It would please me to please you,” he said in a faraway sort of voice and his gaze was arresting and she felt an ache in her breasts, the desire to press against him. His thumb moved up the little dip in her chin and pressed against her bottom lip. Instinctively, her lips parted only just to press her tongue against the tip.

Aegon’s eyes were black, the lilac only a thin rim of color, and she watched his own tongue darted out to wet his lips.

It was unclear who closed the distance first. Perhaps it was both of them at the same time. But one moment, Abby was drowning in his heavy lidded gaze, the next, their mouths were brushing against one another. Aegon’s tongue teased along the curve of her cupid’s bow, and she made a sound she had no idea she was capable of when she pressed her mouth to his.

Her toes curled in her boots and Abby did not know where to put her hands. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to bury them in his soft curls, or to cup his cheeks, or wrap her arms around his neck and haul him closer, haul herself into him.

Aegon’s lips were unbearably soft - she never thought his lips could feel so soft, but they didn’t yield to hers. Another soft sound - maybe an attempt at his name, Abby wasn’t sure - escaped her and was eagerly swallowed by him. He shifted against her and while he kept control of the tilt of her head, guiding her into the kiss, his other hand came up to tenderly cradle her head. His tongue licked along the seam of her mouth once more, unyielding to her touch and she gave way to him, lost in the taste and touch of Aegon. Following his lead, her fingers buried themselves into his hair with an eagerness to keep him close and she felt something rumble through him and in turn, it drew something more desperate sounding from her.

She felt dizzy with it all, the floating sensation pleasant, the aching buzz through her veins, exciting.

Aegon licked against her tongue, her teeth, the soft insides of her cheeks, guiding her through his gentle exploration before he broke away. Pink blossomed over his soft cheeks, his eyes still heavy lidded and unfocused as they darted over her face, her parted mouth, down the flushed column of her throat and resting along the slight opening of the loosened shirt laces. Words were a complete loss. Aegon made no move to say anything either.

His mouth was red and plush. Her own tingled.

The birds called across the water.

Abby wanted to close her eyes and lean into his taste again and find out what other sounds she could pull from him. The other part of her wanted to lean in, to see if she could melt inside of him and never come out. To feel him against her like a warm, soft star.

Fingers slowly drifted away from his hair and he made a mournful sound that reminded her so much of Sunfyre. She found herself smiling and Abby leaned in, mouth caressing the flushed curve of his cheek. His arms came around her then, gently guiding her forward as he lay back and she nestled against his chest, head resting over the pounding beating of his heart.

A long, relieved sigh escaped her, a dreamy sort of giggle filtering though and she felt his own answering laughter beneath her cheek.

[Chapter Seven]

#fic: the maiden and the drowning boy #aegon x abby #hotd fic #hotd fanfiction #hotd oc #house of the dragon #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii targaryen x oc #aegon targaryen #aegon targaryen x oc #aegon x oc #aegon ii targaryen fic #aegon ii targaryen fanfic

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hi sweet Daisie! anon who requested the Luke oneshot here... you have such a way with words. I appreciate you and your gift (gift as in your gorgeous, inimitable knack for writing, but a two-part oneshot? a two-shot?!?! christmas came EARLY) so much 🥺 you're hands down one of the best fic writers I've come across on here — and I've come across many. looking forward to part 2 whenever it comes x

Thank you once again for your kindness and your request, I hope you enjoy part 2, I actually condensed it a little and I think it's more effective this way.

Not Yours (Part 2)

A Luke Hemmings one shot (except not really)

18+, Smut, NSFW

Part 1, Part 2

Word Count: 2836

You have to cover your mouth to suppress the scream that threatened to escape it. Luke had dragged his aching cock through you wetness, hitting it against your clit more times than you could handle, and you honestly start to wonder if he’ll enter you at all. Ever the performer, he had to build it up, show you every trick in the book he had learned in hopes that one day he’d be able to give them to you. As you start to relax, tensions in your body lessening, Luke’s lips crash against yours catching your gasp as he slides inside you. You grip the sheets at the intrusion, although welcome and certainly invited, the burn from the size of him was something you weren’t equipped for. Sure, you’d been wet for him, relaxed enough to take most men, but Luke was built different. You needed to adjust.

He stills his hips, hands on either side of your face supporting his weight as not to push himself in any further until you were ready for it. His lips were pursed as if he were about to whistle or something but the only sound that did occur, was the soft puffs of air, the rapid breathing technique you’d seen him use to calm his nerves. He was extremely nervous after all. He also just needed to hide the panting. He couldn’t bear the thought of showing you how close his thread was to snapping. He needed to stay strong, what use was he if he lost his cool the second he felt your warmth engulfing him. “Are you nervous Lu?” Your little hands reach out to touch him, sliding over his shoulders, rubbing them encouragingly. Even the silky smoothness of your voice had him fighting to hold on.

“Of course, I’m fucking nervous.” He leans down to kiss you, hopefully to hide it, a smile forming on his lips the moment he reminds himself this is still happening and it’s not some dream of his. He’s actually allowed to kiss you now, any time he thought about it, he simply could. As he kisses you softly, a cool metal drags across your chest, chills climbing the length of your body in waves. His chain was dragging across you. Butterflies begin to erupt in your stomach, and he must feel them. He’s so deep, buried in the pits of your tummy that he must have known them, met them there. 

When he retracts his lips, you’re met with a look on his face that you’d never seen before, not in this context anyway. He was smiling, mouth wide, cheeks burning and bunching under his eyes, dimples sinking into his smile lines. “I finally got the girl.” You want to snort with laughter at the cheesiness of his remark, but it pleased such a sweet little portion of your mind that you couldn’t bear to mock him for it. You were glad it was a long time coming for the both of you.

“What are you going to do with your prize?” Your lips hover over his as you wait patiently for his turn. He’s sweating to death as he holds himself in place, he has to do something about that. “Fuck you silly.” He mutters with confidence before pushing his hips down to press right up against yours. “Shit, fuck Luke.” You can’t even begin to describe how full you had felt. When he finally bottomed out and his pelvis was flush against your own, that overflowing, full to the brim feeling made you want to cry. You might have cried. He’d felt thick and long in your mouth but in your cunt, even more so. His cock brushed up against something deep within you, pressing your nerves of pleasure, coaxing another orgasm out of you.

You felt so awful for Ashton in the room next door. There was no way he didn’t hear you gasping for air, gagging for the rough torture of your best friends hips ricocheting off yours. Luke knew he’d have some explaining to do the next morning but for now, he needed to make you his, really his. Your legs were wrapped so tightly around his waist that you clung to him, feet digging into his back to push him in deeper while also lifting your back from the ground. Your hips angle upwards when he urges the position switch, and you feel so euphoric you can scarcely breathe. “Feel you squeezing me again.” His nails are digging into the flesh of your hips, latching onto you with a strength that would bruise you for weeks. “Feel so fucking good.” He pecks your lips. “So good for me.” 

“Want you to forget bout her.” You whine into his ear. “No one can get you like this Luke, no one but me.” He whimpers at your words, nodding his head along with you but it’s not enough for you. “Tell me, you have to say it.” He looks you dead in the eyes, his hips rolling slowly into you as he holds you close, forehead resting against yours. “You were fucking made for me.” Considering how out of breath he’d been before; his words are steady and serious. “It’s always been you, only one for me.” You weren’t sure what you expected from him, but it certainly wasn’t that. You linger under his gaze just a few seconds longer before throwing your lips on his.

You kiss him more, chasing his mouth every time he dared to dodge you. He didn’t do it because he disliked kissing you or anything, it was quite the opposite. Your tongue stroking his, flicking inside his mouth, licking into it in the gentle but familiar way that only you could. With the additional taste of his cock still lingering on it, that would have him finished in seconds. He needed just a few moments longer. Just enough time to get you there first, he needed to feel you come on him this time. “How’s it feel?” He makes more forceful ruts against you, skin slapping hard. “So- so- fuck, so good, oh god.” He throws himself down, body draping over you but leaving enough room for him to continue his assault on your pussy, riding you for dear life.

He fucks into you so hard you squeak out in response. He’d knocked the air from your lungs. Filled you so good, tightly packed inside you, feeling so familiar and sweet, being welcomed home to where he belonged. Where he’d always belonged but just never known it for certain until this moment. “Luke, baby.” You cry with urgency, arms tightening around his shoulders while he fucked up into you enough to destroy any innocence you’d ever had or may have again.

“Baby I’m-“ He keeps his pace, nodding in acknowledgement of your warning. “Cum for me, cum again baby, let me feel you.” Your head rolls back while you feel yourself constricting around him. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, Luke.” Your eyes snap shut, mouth contorting, widening with wonder. “That’s it, let it go.” He’s pecking kisses over your cheeks an exacts juxtaposition to the way his thrusts never faltered their pace. He’s never felt anything like this before. He felt weightless, free, he felt all the positive emotions someone could feel. The feeling of you releasing around him had rendered him invincible.

You tried your hardest to focus on him as he chased his own finish. Considering you’d edged him along nicely earlier, he’d certainty put that in the past, no longer affected by the deprivation of his orgasm, just powering through as if he’d never been at his limit at all. You on the other hand were so dead set on getting him where he needed to be, feeling so much sympathy at his lack of and ending that you tried everything to help him, determined still to be the best he’d ever had. Even if he had absolutely no doubt in his mind already that you were exactly that.

“Do me a favour?” He stared at you in disbelief, unsure if he could trust what his ears had heard. “Now? Can’t it wait?” He says attempting to stop gritting his teeth. You kissed him briefly before shaking your head, teeth sinking into your bottom lip for just a second while you attempted to phrase your next sentence. “Want you to take me from behind Luke.” He blinks rapidly a few times, just to make sure he’s actually heard that. Not because he’s shocked by the request, he’d always loved that position, loved you begging for it even more so. He just honestly didn’t think you could get any more perfect for him, and then you did. “Use me, please Luke please.” You started pleading for his sake, never imagining it would be the push he needed to dissipate the loving side of him and bring out the feral. 

He pulled out, groaning at the loss and the effort it took to flip you over. You go to set yourself on all fours to offer yourself back to him. Your back arched with your ass sticking out, your front half leaning on your hands. Luke decides he didn’t need you on all fours, he just pushes you back down, face first into the cushions, your pelvis and legs flattening down too. You were lay on your stomach, Luke not giving a damn if you could breathe or not. You can breathe when he’s done, even if you feel you may never breathe again because you’d surely died and gone to heaven. You feel your whole body tingling with anticipation. You already missed his fullness, first fearing to take it now dreading being without. You try to encourage his return, reaching behind you to lift your cheeks, spreading them and your thighs a little beneath him. You put on a show for him. Showed him how needy you still were, even after he’d wrecked you.

Luke’s legs are situated on either side of yours, his front lowered to encase you, necklace once again dangling against your dampened skin but this time on your back. He spreads your ass himself, batting your hands away. He creates enough of a gap to slip down into you again, this time you felt unbelievable, even more so than the last time. You were so fucking tight he may as well have been getting suctioned into you. “So, fucking big.” You cry when he moves, rocking carefully into you for both your sakes. He knew the angle could damage you if he weren’t careful, but you were so irresistible. Such a sweet, wet little hole for him. “You can move, don’t be shy, I can take it.” He arches his brow, not quite believing you since the shakiness in your voice was hard to ignore but he needed to move. He had to or else he’d wreck himself prematurely in this new position. 

He pushes in and out of you, gradually gaining speed, hands both finding their way to grip your hips, pulling you to meet his thrusts but also bleeding you dry as he clawed at your delicate skin. “Fuck, fuck.” You are so broken, voice fading, words starting to lack sense. You made so much noise it was impossible to tell if you’d had a coherent thought at all in the last 20 minutes. He’s not giving up though, his cock was almost there, twitching from the base, balls ready to drain into you. “Baby.” He tried to catch your attention, you’re so fucked out, he’s treating you like a rag-doll, ramming himself into you so hard you might never walk again. “Baby, need you with me.” He’s being vulnerable, he needs to reach you, wants to hear your sweet voice, needs your kindness, needs your love. As nice as it was to have his way with you, reducing you to a moaning mess beneath him, he needed a stronger connection to send him over the edge. 

“I’m here, right here.” You lift your head the best you can, turning your head back to catch his eyes. His hair was so sweaty, his curls had slicked back flat. His cheeks, whole face and even his chest was rose tinted. His eyes found yours with a kindness you wanted to smother yourself in. “So close.” He softens his words, his thrusts too, not enough to let you catch a break but enough to show it wasn’t just fucking anymore. It was much more than that.

“Let go for me.” You encourage. He’s whimpering, hands kneading your skin, hips rocking, breath catching, cock pulsing and throbbing against your walls. “Fuck I’m done, I’m cumming, oh my god.” He brings a fist up to his mouth for him to bite down onto for the sake of the other guests in the hotel as he fucked himself into the strongest orgasm he’d ever known. He repeats your name over and over like a sacred prayer under his breath and you melt at the melody of it. “Feel fucking amazing, fuck.” The warm spurts of his cum within you are a welcome sensation, it made you his, well and truly. You didn’t want him to pull away, wanted to revel in the feeling of him stilling inside you, even as he curses while catching his breath.

He goes to pull himself away, stroking over your back to brace you both but you stop him, covering his hand with your own the best you could. “Baby I’m so spent.” He tries to argue, knowing there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d get hard enough for another round anytime soon. “Shh, sh just stay here a little while.” It soon registers in his head what your request actually meant. You just wanted to feel him, have the closeness without it being all the way sexual. His heart warmed at your neediness to continue feeling full of him.

“Can we lie together first?” He tries to persuade you, his body so achy and tired, he’d love nothing more than to curl up with you for hours. You allow him to remove himself, his cock dragging free from the warmth of your pussy, his finish leaking from you messily. You whine at the loss of him that you’d now grown accustomed to, but you enjoy the slow drip of his cum that begins to trickle from your entrance. You beg him to hurry, to scoop you up in his arms and return to you, laying beside you, his chest against your back, arms tight around your waist.

He falls into the position of big spoon, brushing your hair across your neck allowing him to press sweet kisses along your newly exposed shoulder. You sink down onto his softening length and feel satisfied with the knowledge that he was still larger than average even then. “Feel so right for me.” You start your journey, letting your hand run across your own hips, walking them down until you met his own hand, linking your fingers immediately, sighing with relief that you were connected there, as if you could never have enough contact with him.

“Told you.” He whispers against your ear, a hot flush spreading from the area like a rash. “You’re gonna need me all the time now, you know why?” You’re too sleepy to make the guesses he wants you to, but you indulge him in the small ways you can manage. “Why?” You fight a yawn after asking, he finds it adorable. His lips press into your shoulder once more and you feel his lips switching from a smile to a smirk before he grazes you playfully with his teeth. You wish he’d lose the busy of energy he suddenly gained, he was getting too confident again, needed knocking down a peg or two, even if you knew you were the cause of his happiness, it was ridiculous that he wasn’t tired.

“Told you your pussy was mine.” His hot breath accompanying the filthy words he’d spoken, had your cunt fluttering around him the moment he referred to it. “Knows who it belongs to now, never yours again babe.” You saw no sense in arguing with him, not when there was absolutely no word of a lie in the things he said. You start squirming around, but he holds you tight, nowhere to escape, leaving you to lie there and accept it. He was so correct. So right, you’d say he’d been made for you from day one. No one else could compare. No one else could make you wait so long only to feel so fucking impeccable the moment you finally had him. There was absolutely no slither of doubt in your mind, your pussy was never yours, it was always meant to be his. It didn’t matter that anyone else came before you, you were it from now on, his only one. And you’d have no problem reminding him of that as soon as you had some rest.

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[soft-bellied-tannies]

Date Night Debauchery

The first post of Chubtober is a gift for my lovely friend, Cherry.

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“Hey Hobs, do you want to go out with us tonight? You can bring Yoongi, we would love to see him again. It’s been so long!” Jimin asked with a hopeful expression. 

His co-teacher at the dance academy rarely went out with them and they had only ever met Hoseok’s partner, Yoongi, a handful of times. The last time they saw Yoongi was nearly two years ago when Hoseok had started at the academy and the pair accepted invitations to welcome dinners.  

Jimin was very understanding and kind every time Hoseok mentioned that Yoongi was quite introverted and didn’t enjoy going out much. He would simply say that his partner, Jungkook, was similar and he hoped the couple knew that the invitation was always still there if they wanted to accept. 

Hoseok shook his head and honestly did look a little dejected. Jimin was a difficult person to say no to considering how genuine he always was.  “Sorry, Min-ah, you know Friday night is date night. Maybe another time!”

“Okay, have a good night! We’ll have a drink for you!” 

Sending them a parting wave, Hoseok hightailed it to his car. He had a few errands to run before he went home including picking up dinner. Making quick work of his pit stops, he was pulling into their driveway just thirty minutes later. 

Although he sometimes thought about taking Jimin up on the offer to go out, Friday nights with Yoongi were not something Hoseok ever wanted to give up. Uninterrupted time with his partner was always a priority, but over the past two years, the activities they partook in on date night had changed for the better in both their opinions.

“Yoon! I’m home!” Hoseok called out, waiting to see if he would get an answer. When he didn’t, he smiled and carried his bags into the kitchen. Yoongi loved a good nap after work so Hoseok never really questioned if he was taking a nap, just where he had ended up dozing off. 

After putting his haul away and separating their takeout into portions, Hoseok walked into the living room to find his partner just waking up from his sprawl on the couch as expected. Yoongi’s comfortable work-from-home outfit left little to the imagination, not that Hoseok minded the opportunity to ogle his partner’s evergrowing soft frame.

Hoseok knelt beside the couch and placed a hand on Yoongi’s plump cheek. He moved his thumb back and forth for a moment, excited for what the rest of the night held for them. “Hi, baby.” 

“Hey, how was your day?” Yoongi asked as he struggled a bit to sit up. He tugged his shirt down that had ridden up during his nap, a small strip of skin still visible at the bottom even after his adjustment. 

“Great, my seniors finally hit their routine and Jiminie and I came up with cool choreography for our new group. How about yours?” Hoseok replied, running a hand up and down Yoongi’s soft thigh - squeezing every now and then because he couldn’t resist sinking his fingers into his boyfriend’s skin. 

Yoongi shrugged and pouted his lips for a kiss before answering. “It was fine. Got a new set of lyrics finished with Joon and I picked up a new project from a group that is trying a new dark concept that I’m really into. Also, we need more peanut butter and ice cream sandwiches.” 

Hoseok nodded with a laugh. “Got it, I’ll add it to the grocery list. Ready for dinner?” 

“Absolutely, I’m starving,” Yoongi answered, patting his stomach and looking up at Hoseok who was now standing. “Did you get extra cheese?” 

“Of course, babe, I know your order by heart,” Hoseok said before heading to the kitchen, collecting the pizza boxes and extra add-ons like his salad and Yoongi’s cinnamon sticks. “You want beer or coke?” 

Yoongi gave him a little shy smile as he accepted one of the pizza boxes. “Both, please.” 

Hoseok kissed his forehead, watching as Yoongi grabbed the first slice and the edge of the box rested on the top of his stomach. His boyfriend was already to the crust when he got back with their drink selections. “Want any of my salad, Yoon?” 

Letting out an amused laugh, Yoongi shook his head while his mouth was full of the majority of his second slice. “I’m good, Hoba.” 

Cracking open one of the Coke cans, Hoseok handed it to Yoongi and warned him, “Here, babe, make sure you don’t choke.” 

Yoongi accepted the drink, chugging down half before going right back into his pizza. The box was now beside him on the couch, pizza in one hand and Coke in the other while they both rested on his stomach. “They kind of skimped on the bacon this time.”

Hoseok leaned over to inspect the pizza and he did have to agree, they went a little light on the toppings. “Yeah, they did, that’s annoying. Want me to go grab some of ours?” 

“Yes, please,” Yoongi responded with another sweet smile that had Hoseok ready to give him anything he ever wanted. He watched as his boyfriend let two handfuls of bacon bits rain down on what was left of his pizza before thanking him. “Mmm, much better. Thanks, jagi.” 

Hoseok then let Yoongi work on his pizza while he ate his salad and found something to watch. His boyfriend was starting on slice number six by the time Hoseok opened his pizza box which he knew would become Yoongi’s soon anyway. 

One pizza was nothing for him these days so Hoseok grabbed two slices for himself and put the box next to Yoongi so he could move seamlessly onto the next pizza once he finished his own. 

“Hey, babe, can I get another drink?” Yoongi asked after draining the can of Coke. Hoseok immediately had a can of beer open for him and, without missing a beat, he opened another as he knew that Yoongi always chugged the first beer in one go no matter how far in they were. 

Letting out a belch after downing his beer, Yoongi excused himself and accepted the second can. He kissed Hoseok on the cheek and absent-mindedly rubbed the top of his stomach for a brief moment, taking a quick measure of how full he was and determining that he had plenty of room left. 

Hoseok smirked when he noticed Yoongi spread his legs a bit and recline into the cushions. If he was getting comfortable on the couch, that meant he was planning on really going for it - ready to be stuck for a while instead of keeping it light enough to waddle off to bed when they were done. 

Reaching over to give Yoongi’s stomach a gentle prod, Hoseok followed it with a few encouraging smacks. “Come on, Yoon, it’s going to start getting cold soon. You hate cold pizza.”

Yoongi sighed, knowing that his boyfriend was right, and dug back in. He handed his beer to Hoseok and grabbed two slices, stacking them on top of each other and getting them down in what felt like seconds. After picking up the last slice of his pizza, he tossed the empty box onto the coffee table and pulled Hoseok’s closer to him. 

“Good job, baby,” Hoseok whispered, followed by a firm squeeze to Yoongi’s still-soft underbelly. “You have more after the pizza and I’m feeling a little impatient tonight. I might have to start feeding you myself soon.” 

If anything, that was more encouragement to slow down because Yoongi loved it when Hoseok fed him, but he, at least, needed to finish the pizza before handing over his control. He started in on his boyfriend’s pizza, realizing it would be easier to get down since it was simple pepperoni instead of the meat lovers he had just put away. 

Hosoek wondered if Yoongi had taken it easy during the day because he was actually maintaining a quick pace, going against the persistent teasing that had been happening. As he thought about it, he concluded that he couldn’t have gone that easy because there were at least four ice cream sandwiches left when he grabbed ice from the freezer that morning and now they were gone. 

By the time Hoseok had finished his salad and a couple of slices, Yoongi only had two left from the second pizza and his clothes were starting to look a little uncomfortable. “Finish that pizza, Yoon, and then I’ll help.” 

Yoongi simply nodded and continued powering through, grabbing the last two slices and wolfing them down as fast as possible. The waistband of his sweatpants was cutting into him and he wanted Hoseok to take over - reaching a level of feeding fatigue even if he definitely had room left to eat more. 

Slipping one hand beneath the tight band, Hoseok pulled it below Yoongi’s heavy belly. He moved his hands under the tight t-shirt to travel up from the soft underside across his midsection until he reached the crest of his now taut stomach, giving it an inquisitive press that brought a rumbling moan from his boyfriend’s chest. 

“There you go, baby. Much more comfortable, you just need more room, right?” Hoseok said teasingly, watching as Yoongi’s belly spread into his lap when he finally removed his hands. 

With that, Yoongi’s reprieve had ended as he watched Hoseok grab a bag from the restaurant and turn it over to dump out the contents. He wasn’t even sure how his boyfriend managed to get a bag full of icing cups for one order, but he would never complain about it. 

There was clearly enough to have one cup with each cinnamon stick which is exactly how Hoseok fed it to him. It was sickly sweet, but Yoongi couldn’t say no to the indulgent dessert. Part of him wished they saved a bit of the savory stuff to alternate bites, although Hoseok’s pace didn’t really allow for breaks anyway. 

After the fourth one, Yoongi simply gave into his partner’s control. He opened his mouth and ate what he was given without hesitation - reclined heavily into the couch cushions with his hands on his very full stomach until the dessert box was empty and it felt like every inch of his stomach was lined with cream cheese icing. 

Yoongi hadn’t even realized the steady stream of cinnamon and sugar stopped until Hoseok’s prodding hand was back on his stomach, finding very little give in his taut skin. He always ate a lot, especially at his boyfriend’s hand, but Yoongi felt absolutely beached tonight - dough and cheese with a bunch of sugar on top filling his stomach to the brim. 

“You okay, babe? You’re looking rather full,” Hoseok asked quietly as he continued his gentle massage of Yoongi’s bloated stomach. He knew Yoongi would answer with moans and groans for a little while, digesting his massive meal. 

This was Hoseok’s favorite part. That pride in seeing his handiwork on Yoongi’s frame, feeding his boyfriend into temporary immobile bliss. They could gladly spend hours this way - Hoseok manhandling and teasing Yoongi while he just let all the sensations overwhelm him. 

“Jiminie asked me to go out for drinks again. I keep telling him Fridays are date nights and he always offers for you to come, to see everyone again.” 

Yoongi made a small sound of embarrassment for two reasons. One, knowing where this conversation was headed, and two, from the gurgling sound of his stomach every time Hoseok pressed on a sensitive area.  

“Imagine what they would think of you now, baby. They haven’t seen you since I joined the studio and they see all those college pictures on the wall in my office. Remember how much smaller you were back then? Would they even recognize you? What happened to my little college basketball player, hmm?”

The moan Yoongi let out was his only answer, throwing his head back against the couch as Hoseok moved to straddle him - fighting his distended middle for space. The arousal overpowered the shame from his partner’s humiliating words. He could only imagine the look on Hoseok’s coworkers’ faces if they saw him again, especially Jimin whom Yoongi matched in stature two years and many, many pounds ago. 

Hoseok’s hands continued their caress of Yoongi’s belly as he placed random kisses on his partner’s exposed neck. He leaned forward slightly to rest more of his much slighter weight on Yoongi’s middle, bringing yet another guttural moan out of the bigger man. 

“You finished everything so fast, ate like a starving man when we both know you are never starving these days. I wonder how many snacks you pack away while I’m gone. Seems like there is something new on the grocery list every day.”

Yoongi was a non-verbal mess as he often became under his partner’s attention. He was convinced that Hoseok had the ability to cast some sort of spell over him, convincing him to melt under dedicated hands and intense words. 

“We still have time to go meet up with them, could get all dressed up and go out, but we both know that’s not happening since you wouldn’t be able to get off the couch by yourself. You can’t even fit this gut in your sweatpants right now. Putting jeans on would be a nightmare.” 

Hoseok was excitedly anticipating Yoongi’s response as it normally went one of two ways on nights like this. He would either completely agree and let Hoseok have his way with him or he would find a little resolve to argue back. Hoseok loved when Yoongi argued back. 

“I can get up just fine, thank you very much,” Yoongi mumbled, cheeks pink from both the heat of the moment and his partner’s endless teasing. 

With a raised brow, Hoseok climbed off Yoongi’s lap and he let out a disbelieving laugh. “Alright, big guy, let’s see it then.” 

Yoongi huffed in response to the nickname and the demand. He knew better than to challenge Hoseok and based on how much effort it took to attempt the first scooch forward, this was going to be a difficult attempt. All that food was heavy in his stomach, pushing both up and out in a way that made breathing a little tough and bending forward impossible. 

Rocking back and forth a few times, Yoongi stood slowly while using the little bit of momentum he built up. It took all of his strength to push past the wave of heartburn that rippled up his throat as he stood, a deep belch being forced out from the pressure on his middle. He let out a low breath, trying to hide the amount of effort it took. 

“See, per…perfectly fine,” Yoongi huffed, trying to act naturally as if his body was begging for him to collapse back into the cushions. He tugged his shirt back down around his distended middle as far as it would reach and rested his hands on his hips, pretending that his stomach didn’t feel like a lead weight hanging off of him. 

The necessary arch of Yoongi’s back to support his overfilled belly only pushed it farther forward, testing the limits of his already snug shirt. After a few more heaving breaths, he felt balanced enough to stay standing, but Yoongi knew that anything more than that would require assistance and at least another hour of digestion time.

Hoseok laughed and palmed the underside of Yoongi’s bloated stomach, giving it a gentle shake. “Well, clearly I haven’t fed you enough if you are ‘perfectly fine’. Sit down, baby, I’ll be back, and don’t even think about touching yourself.” 

Yoongi’s eyes widened as he heard the no-nonsense tone from Hoseok. He already felt ready to burst and he made the mistake of mouthing off to his partner. Tonight was far from over now. 

Part of Yoongi wanted to push it even more, maybe taking off his shirt or refusing to sit down, but he was already in for a little pain before his pleasure and that was enough for him. He fell back onto the couch with a heavy thud, groaning at the poor choice on his part - a sudden hit of nausea overcoming him with the jostling of his full stomach. 

Yoongi closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, resetting himself and preparing for the next round of food as if he hadn’t just put away eighty percent of their takeout order himself. Friday nights were always interesting, but he loved when Hoseok got a little mean, giving up all his control to his typically sunshiny partner. 

When Hoseok walked back into the living room with the unopened quart of vanilla ice cream and a bag of honey butter chips, Yoongi was confused. This was not a normal choice for his partner - ice cream obviously, but what was the point of the chips? 

Hoseok set the container of ice cream on the coffee table out of Yoongi’s reach and held out the bag of chips for the other to take. As he took the bag from his partner’s hand, Yoongi realized that there was a certain item missing from Hoseok’s haul - a spoon. 

Before Yoongi could ask any questions, he was given new instructions that made his eyes widen. Hoseok was full of surprises apparently. 

“Okay, big man, since you are feeling so confident tonight, you earned a little prize for yourself. You are going to eat those chips, keep yourself nice and full until this ice cream melts and once it’s ready, you are going to drink the whole thing, got it?” Hoseok explained as he stood in front of the couch, hands on his hips with a look of absolute seriousness on his face. 

Yoongi felt a shiver run down his spine at the tone of his partner’s voice. It had been a while since they had a night like this and thankfully he was sitting because this side of Hoseok always made him weak in the knees. 

“Yeah, got it.” 

“Mhmm, what was that?” Hoseok asked with a smirk.

“Yes, sir, I understand.” 

“Good boy.” 

Yoongi did everything he could to hold back the moan threatening to fall from his lips. The ask alone made him motivated, but the tone of Hoseok’s voice was nearly enough to send him over the edge untouched. 

Without further hesitation, Yoongi opened the bag of chips and put three in his mouth, ready to work through the bag like it was his job. He had to ignore the fact that his stomach was not on the same page as his mind. His body was screaming at him to be done with sweetened carbs for the night, but Yoongi had certainly trained his stomach at this point to persevere. 

He was desperate to have Hoseok’s hands back on him, but Yoongi knew that he wouldn’t get that until the ice cream was gone. That was the trade-off for being mouthy even if it was incredibly worth it in the end. 

Yoongi couldn’t help but smirk at Hoseok looking as if he could barely restrain himself from jumping back into Yoongi’s lap - well, whatever room was left for him. He simply continued pushing through the bags of chips, focusing on following all of Hoseok’s rules. 

Completely unaware of how much time had passed, Yoongi startled when his hand met the bottom of the now-empty chip bag. He looked up to find Hoseok’s amused expression looking back at him. 

“So greedy you didn’t even realize you ate the whole bag,” Hoseok teased while taking the empty bag out of his hand. “I gave you enough time to pace yourself for the ice cream to melt and yet you just can’t help yourself.”

Yoongi felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment before it shifted to a bit of discomfort. It was like the entire bag of chips hit his stomach all at once since he had zoned out through tearing through it. 

Letting out an involuntary groan, Yoongi leaned back and his hands found his stomach - his incredibly tight stomach. The pure amount of cheese, sugar, and grease fighting for room would be concerning if he didn’t absolutely love how full and fattening it felt. 

“So full…” Yoongi groaned as if he had any chance of stopping Hoseok’s plans. He was the one who brought this on himself and the pain of pushing through was always worth the reward in the end. 

Hoseok dropped onto his knees beside Yoongi considering his lap especially was lacking room for him to take his usual spot. He ran his hand up from Yoongi’s soft hip until he drummed his fingers across the taut crest of his partner’s overly full stomach. 

“I bet your ice cream is all melted now, baby.”

Yoongi felt packed so full that the thought of ice cream, melted or not, on top of everything else made him a bit nauseous, but the arousal of knowing that he could be more full with Hoseok’s hands all over him outweighed any feeling of sickness. 

“Can you do it?” Yoongi asked, certain that Hoseok would be nothing but excited at the request. 

Hoseok grabbed the container with a smile and carefully removed the lid, not wanting to spill a drop. “With pleasure, darling.” 

The anticipation sent a low heat through Yoongi’s groin, hoping that Hoseok would be ready to do all the work considering he felt glued to the couch before the ice cream that was about to sit at the top of his stomach. 

Yoongi felt the cold condensation on his bottom lip as Hoseok held the container up to his mouth. He was the farthest thing from hungry, but his mouth still watered like he hadn’t eaten in days. 

Although it was melted, the ice cream was still thick and cold as he started to drink - no reprieve from Hoseok as he held the container at a steady angle. The chilled liquid relieved some of the pain in his stomach at first until chugging reminded him just how little room he had left. 

The sugar-filled cream quite literally had nowhere to go except sit directly on top of his stomach. Every swallow felt like it was pushing Yoongi’s stomach farther than it had ever been pushed before. He was familiar with the feeling of going over his limit, but it had been quite a while since he felt that pinch in his side telling him to stop. 

Hoseok, ever observant, seemed to notice and gave him a little break - eyeing the bit of cream that dribbled down Yoongi’s chin as he did. He leaned in to lick it up slowly, enjoying the intimate taste of his partner. “Almost as sweet as you, sugar.” 

That sent Yoongi right back into a state of nonverbal mess, just able to moan in response as he was desperate for more. More of what? He didn’t even know. Possibly Hoseok’s touch, but now, Yoongi wanted nothing more than to prove how good he was even if his body disagreed.

At the moment though, he genuinely needed a break. The pinch in his side was slowly becoming a cramp. His breathing was felt quicker simply because he feared a deep breath may cause him to pop. 

Hoseok noticed Yoongi’s intentional breaths and smirked, wondering if he needed a little help digesting. He palmed Yoongi’s swollen belly and jostled it side to side. Yoongi immediately grabbed his partner’s hand in a tight grip, giving a silent signal that he could not handle the movement.

The last thing Yoongi wanted was to tap out and shaking his stomach would certainly make that happen. Seeing the way Yoongi’s eyes were closed as he breathed through the moment, Hoseok instantly got the hint and started running his fingers through his partner’s hair - peppering Yoongi’s face with soft kisses. 

Yoongi couldn’t help the relieved and endeared feeling that filled his chest as Hoseok was fully in tune with him, switching his touches to tender caresses. They may both love the intensity and teasing, but respect and care for each other were always going to be the priority. 

Hoseok brought his lips to Yoongi’s ear, kissing his neck just below and whispering, “Tell me what’s going on, baby.” 

“Just needed a break, I promise.” 

“You sure?” 

Yoongi started nodding, not wanting to lose the incredible direction of their “date night” as he had looked forward to Friday nights every single week. “Want to finish…please.” 

Hoseok smirked once again, leaning back and holding Yoongi’s plump cheeks in his hands. “My good boy, such good manners.” 

Yoongi involuntarily moaned in response to the praise, always reaching a point of uncontrollable desperation at this point of the night. He would be embarrassed if Hoseok didn’t love it. His moan, however, was cut off by the container once again finding his lips. 

Opening his mouth and leaning his head back against the couch, Yoongi watched in satisfaction as Hoseok’s eyes lit up. The container was tilting up in an instant, now angled higher as the cold yet melted cream poured into his mouth at a much higher pace. 

Yoongi never knew how Hoseok was capable of pushing his body past what he thought were his limits. It’s as if Hoseok’s praise and touch alone increased his stomach capacity. 

Seeming to go into another place mentally, Yoongi ignored everything except Hoseok’s warm hand on his belly and gentle praises in his ear. The second half of the pint was gone faster than the first, but it made itself just as well known. 

When Hoseok pulled the contained away, he saw every bit of Yoongi’s pleasure and pain - well aware that they had gone farther tonight than they had since close to the beginning. He didn’t know why since it was just a normal Friday night for them, but something was in the air that night.

Yoongi finally opened his eyes as he was missing Hoseok’s touch, confused as to the long pause. Usually, his partner would have been back on his lap and starting to get into his pants by now. 

To Yoongi’s surprise, Hoseok was in front of him with his phone out, apparently taking photos. The blush once again returned to Yoongi’s cheeks when he saw the pride on Hoseok’s face which was honestly deserved considering the work his partner had put into feeding him up. 

Without another warning, the photos were the farthest thing from Yoongi’s mind as Hoseok dropped to his knees in front of the couch and pulled the offensively tight fabric from Yoongi’s torso. 

After his shirt was pushed up to his chest, Yoongi expected Hoseok to move on to fight with the tight waistband of his sweatpants, but he was surprised by the warm sensation of Hoseok’s lips on the sensitive skin of his belly. 

Yoongi felt heat rise through his body when Hoseok dedicated himself to worshipping the angry pink lines across Yoongi’s pale middle. As if he weren’t covered in enough marks, Yoongi knew that his belly would be covered in a spread of sweet purple love bites to accompany his variety of old and new stretchmarks. 

Between the sudden nips from Hoseok’s teeth followed by the soothing open-mouth kisses, Yoongi could form no words. He sat heavily, melting into the couch cushions as he panted through the barrage of sensations from his partner. 

Yoongi’s hand found Hoseok’s hair and grabbed a handful, tugging slightly in a nonverbal attempt at reprieve. Before pulling away, Hoseok spent another ten seconds on the same spot he had been focused on, ensuring that a dark bruise would be left behind. 

Hoseok couldn’t help the smirk that formed on his face when he saw the absolute deshelved state of his partner. Yoongi was clearly trying and failing to keep it together and Hoseok loved being the one to cause that. 

“What’s wrong, my love?” Hoseok asked so sweetly as if he wasn’t just ravishing Yoongi’s array of stretch marks. 

Yoongi huffed and let his head fall back against the couch again to continue trying to collect himself. “Babe, if you keep going, I’m going to cum in pants like a teenager.” 

Hoseok laughed brightly, not expecting that response before bringing his expression back to an even more mischievous smirk. “Well, Yoon, that sounds like I’m doing my job correctly.” 

It seemed that Yoongi’s break was over as Hoseok’s hands sunk into his still taut belly and his lips found a new mark to focus on. He was immediately worked back to the edge of release as if they hadn’t taken a break at all. 

At that point, Yoongi knew better than to fight it and let himself fall into the bliss of Hoseok’s affection. He let the moans reverberate through his chest freely and melted into the soft couch. His hands found Hoseok’s hair once again, but this time in an encouraging, loving touch rather than a resistant one. 

Hoseok’s teeth scraped against Yoongi’s skin once again sending a shiver up his spine. His soft thighs instinctively tightened around his partner’s body that was still knelt between his legs. Hoseok blew a soft, cool breath across Yoongi’s flushed, warm skin spreading chills across his body. 

Pleasure was not a new sensation to Yoongi, but he certainly loved when Hoseok got creative in how to give it to him. Another strong grip of his thick sides was followed by a strong bite to one of his newer stretchmarks, the skin incredibly sensitive to the touch. 

Yoongi barely registered any pain at this point, just the hefty weight of his middle becoming less and less apparent with the impending release of the tension between them. He turned his face to the side and buried his chin into the cushion, finding a place to muffle his growing whines that accompanied his strung-together moans. 

Hoseok’s hand suddenly gripped his plump chin and brought their lips together as his other hand trailed down Yoongi’s belly, fighting slightly with his stretched-thin waistband until he could finish what he started. 

All that could be heard throughout their open living room was a final sobbing groan from Yoongi before labored breathing and Hoseok’s gentle whispers of praise were left. Neither knew how much time had passed when they finally separated enough to finally look at each other, and then promptly burst into laughter. 

“Well, this night has gone better than I even planned,” Hoseok said lightly, following it with a much sweeter kiss than his previous. 

Yoongi simply nodded and let his head fall back to his partner’s shoulder. “God, I’m exhausted.”

Hoseok chuckled again as he nodded. “I can imagine. You have a lot of calories and a good orgasm working against you.”

It was Yoongi’s turn to laugh since he really couldn’t disagree. What he could disagree with was the fact that Hoseok held his hands out to offer Yoongi help up as if that was something possible at the moment. 

“Hoba…jagiya, if you think I’m getting up any time soon, you are mistaken.” 

Hoseok did laugh, but Yoongi also saw the challenging look in his partner’s eye. “You need to get out of those pants at the very least, but we both could use a shower before bed.” 

Yoongi continued to look at Hoseok as if he were insane until he let out a deep sigh and finally brought his shirt back down to a slightly more acceptable place than bunched up under his arms. Although, his still very full belly made it more of a crop top than a full shirt. 

“15 minutes?” Yoongi asked, knowing he didn’t stand a chance bargaining against Hoseok. 

“Oh, sure, I can get you a little snack for your break too,” Hoseok responded, pointing over his shoulder to the kitchen. 

Yoongi groaned and held out his hands with an almost pitiful look on his face, knowing that was not an empty threat from his partner. “You are such a menace.” 

Hoseok could only laugh once more as he grabbed Yoongi’s hands and braced himself to help his heavy partner off the couch. He watched fondly as Yoongi wiggled to the edge of the couch cushion, mumbling about how he was going to be so bloated in the morning - as if that was a new thing for Saturday mornings. 

Once he was up, Yoongi felt Hoseok’s hands immediately wrapping around him from the back as his partner started to direct them down the hall to their bedroom. The walk was slow and slightly embarrassing as Hoseok commented on Yoongi’s ambling waddle to accommodate his stuffed belly. 

Yoongi couldn’t bring himself to actually feel any shame when all the comments were followed by the gentlest kisses to his neck and cheeks just as they were every time they made that walk from the living room to the bedroom. 

No matter how far Hoseok pushed him, Yoongi always loved date night.

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