#I've never done this before so sorry if something goes wrong

[nanaslutt]

Just a funny thought that since Choso can control his blood or whatever, what if he can control his boners…😭

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I've been inspired ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

ʚ cont: fem reader, kinda sub choso, oral(m!r), edging, dirty talk, teasing, body worship(?)

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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"Do you really have to look at me like this? It's so embarrassing." Choso complained, holding his t-shirt over his crotch as he averted his eyes. You kicked your legs behind your body as you laid on your stomach on top of your bed, Choso standing in front of you. "Well I wanna get a good view of it don't I?" You teased, reaching out your hand and caressing his upper thigh, just under where his hands were blocking.

"Don't…" Choso whispered, feeling his face heat up at the sudden attention. "If it goes up just make the blood go somewhere else." You teased, laying your head down on your arm, your eyes staying locked on Choso's large hands that blocked his crotch. "It's hard to do that," Choso whined, gripping your wrist and pushing it back toward your body.

You retracted your arm, crossing it under your head with the other one as you laid on them. "How so?" You asked, your eyes finding his. Choso's gulp was almost audible. Your eyes looked so pretty and wide when you looked up at him from this angle. "I want to be aroused when you touch me like that… so forcing the blood away is kinda like edging myself," Choso explained, making a small smile creep onto your face.

"You're so cute Choso." You praised, watching how your words made his cheeks turn pink. "Fine, I won't touch you anymore, I'll just watch." You said, smiling up at him. Choso averted his eyes when he couldn't take your sultry stare anymore, his eyes dropping to his hands over his crotch. "You've obviously done this before, so how did you find out you could do it?" You asked, watching as Choso let his t-shirt drop to the floor as he began slowly working on his belt.

Choso's blush grew deeper at your question as he pulled the belt out from the loops in his pants. "Sometimes I'll wake up and my…" Choso cleared his throat, his eyes darting around the room, "It'll also be up… down there. It's easier to just force it down like that rather than touching myself." He explained, sliding his pants down his thighs. You listened to his words carefully as he slid his pants off his legs, his porcelain skin getting revealed to your eyes.

"Next time it's like that when you wake up just wake me up Cho, I'll take care of it." You said, slightly teasing him but you were serious with your words. Choso's eyes found yours as he stared at you pointedly, almost pouting. "Sorry sorry," You laughed, forgetting Choso was already having enough time keeping his boner down as is.

Choso hesitated before pulling down his pants, his thumbs just resting under the band of his boxers. "What's wrong? Did ur' hands stop working? Need some help?" You offered, picking your head up and resting it in your hands, elbows perched on the bed. "You've… never seen my dick soft before," Choso said, his face scrunching a bit in embarrassment as he tried to cover his crotch with his fingers while keeping his thumbs under his boxers.

You smiled before finding his eyes, waiting till he looked at you before you spoke. "I have. When you were really sick and I had to bathe you remember? I saw it then and it was perfect." You said, reassuring him. Choso looked like he wanted to say something in response, but he just pressed his lips together in a pout and looked down at himself, at the bulge in his boxers from his soft cock.

You don't know why Choso was so nervous, his cock was huge even when it was soft. He took a deep breath before sliding his boxers down, the short black hairs on his pelvis being revealed slowly, making you subtly press your thighs together. Your mouth started watering when the base of Choso's dick was revealed, he was moving too slowly for your liking, but he was extremely nervous so you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Once Choso had completely stepped out of his boxers, he stood in front of you awkwardly, hands clenching and unclenching by his sides. "Choso." You said softly, raking your eyes down the expanse of his body before they landed on his face. "Come closer, don't have to be so nervous baby." You teased, taking his soft thigh back in your hand again once his feet met the edge of the bed, his cock now level with your face and very close to it.

Choso caressed the side of your face, the once teasing touch on his thigh now welcoming and comforting. You leaned into his touch and kept your eyes on his, wanting him to calm down a bit before you gave any instruction. Once Choso's heartbeat had slowed, and his breathing was steady, you looked down at his cock, noticing how it twitched softly every so often, most likely from Choso trying to keep his boner down.

You smiled nice and big for him when you were ready, finding his eyes for a moment before looking back down, focusing on his cock. "Ok, lemme see it." You said. Choso released a shaky breath as he shook his head. Goosebumps ran down his back as you caressed his inner thighs, your soft, cool hands feeling calming against his burning skin. Your mouth fell open in a small O as Choso let the blood slowly flood back to his cock.

His dick was at full hardness in under ten seconds. It rested only inches from your face, twitching strongly as you oggled it. Choso watched you watch him grow hard, fighting the urge to not cover his face in embarrassment as his face flushed furiously, feeling like heat was radiating from it. Choso's hand shook against your cheek, his whole body vibrating with nervousness.

You looked back up at him sweetly, smiling as innocently as possible. Choso looked like he was holding back, but he also looked very vulnerable, making your heart swell tenfold. Maintaining eye contact with him, you leaned forward and stuck out your tongue, finding his cock with the hot appendage using your peripherals. Choso's jaw fell open as he sucked in a shaky breath when your tongue met with his hot cock, his eyes staying locked on yours as they fluttered in his head.

You giggled almost inaudibly before you wrapped your lips around his cock and licked your tongue around his soft tip, the taste of his pre-cum immediately flooding your tastebuds as he dripped into your mouth. Choso gasped quietly as you bobbed your head slowly down on his cock, taking it deeper and deeper, little bit by little bit. His eyes fluttered when you moaned around him, the sound vibrating around his cock.

You focused on sucking air in through your nose when your lips hit the base of his cock, his dick snugly in your throat. Choso weakly kept his hand on the top of your head, his body shaking as he took in how warm and tight your throat felt. Choso finally broke eye contact when you swallowed around him, your throat contracting around his cock.

His head tipped back as his jaw fell open in a groan, his eyes falling shut. You giggled around him as you bobbed your mouth on his cock hands-free a few more times, taking him into your throat each time, making his hand curl against your head, his nails raking over your scalp softly. You hummed around his base for a moment, leaving his hard cock snug in your throat for as long as you could before you needed air before you pulled back entirely, a string of saliva connecting you to the tip of his cock.

Choso's head tipped back down to look at you, your lips swollen and wet from just throating his dick. You looked up at him with a dopey smile, one full of mischievous. Choso kept his hand on your head as he waited for you to continue, only you didn't, speaking instead, "Make it go back down now." Choso swore his heart shattered in that moment as he tried to make sense of your words in his pleasure-riddled brain. "Huh?" He asked softly, his eyes half-lidded with lust.

"Your cock, make it go soft again." You instructed, nodding your head at him. Choso bit his lip between his teeth as he fought with himself internally. He didn't want to do that, at all actually, but the thought of saying no to you sounded just as bad. With a small sigh, Choso looked away and let the blood run back into his body, away from his cock.

His dick softened in front of your eyes, slower than it had gotten hard the first time. When he was fully soft, he looked back down at you, gauging your reaction. "Good boy." You praised, looking back up at him through your lashes. Leaning forward you pressed your still wet lips against his soft cock, the skin feeling much softer than before. "Thank you Choso, that's all. You can put your clothes back on now." You instructed, smiling at him innocently.

You watched the gears try to turn in Choso's head as you sat up and grabbed his face, pecking him on the lips before you slid off the bed and reached down to pick up his clothes, pressing them against his chest once you gathered them. "I'll give you some privacy to change." You said. Standing on your tiptoes you pressed a kiss to his hot cheeks before walking past him and out the door, shutting it quietly behind you.

Choso stayed still and unmoving in your bedroom for a good minute or so as he waited for his brain to catch up with what had just happened. With a sigh and a pout he started putting his clothes back on, he knew you would never leave him unsatisfied like this, he figured you had something bigger planned, a reward maybe, if he listened. So Choso did just that, keeping his boner down as he clothed himself before leaving the room to join you in the living area.

[strangersteddierthings]

"Look, Steve, I don't have any bad feelings towards you," Eddie says, has been saying, talking nonsense, like he and Steve weren't anything more than fuckbuddies, like he isn't breaking Steve's heart. "I used you too, y'know?"

It's then Steve rears back like he been slapped. Or punched. It feels more like a gutting. Joke's on him, he supposes. Once again, he wants more than the other person. He wanted a boyfriend, Eddie'd wanted sex. Why does he keep trying? When Steve finds his voice to speak, it comes out flat and dead and not really like a question at all. "Used me. Like you think I've used you?"

Eddie shrugs, looking for all the world like he's not bothered by that statement. "We had fun, right? So it's all fine in the end."

"Fine," Steve repeats, hollow. They're in his house but Steve feels the need to leave, to run before the reality of how unlovable he truly is sticks inside him forever.

"But I think we should stop while we're ahead," Eddie continues and Steve wonders if Eddie is listening to him at all, or just saying his piece before he goes. Can he not hear Steve's heart breaking? "I want to... I want to find someone to love."

If Eddie's previous words felt like being gutted, these ones feel like cement. Heavy and solidifying. Trapping in the truth of Ever Unlovable Steve. He doesn't even feel heartbroken anymore. Just numb. Dead inside. He should say something encouraging. Let Eddie know that all he's wanted was for Eddie to be happy and loved. But words seem impossible, so he gives one jerky nod of his head. An understanding.

"Right," Eddie says, returning the nod before turning away, towards the door, "I'll just go now. Umm, see ya later, Harrington."

Facing the horrors of the Upside Down should feel like the scariest thing he's ever done but it doesn't. Watching Eddie walk away does. Steve should be able to hold it together long enough for Eddie to leave. He's the tough one. He can hold himself together no problem-

"Why can't you love me?"

Eddie whips back around, an expression on his face like confusion and anger mixed.

It's only then that Steve realizes he spoke. He hasn't meant to. He was going to let Eddie walk away but now his voice has been freed from the cement. His heart has shut down his brain it seems because he just keeps talking, voice flat and hollow, "why can't you love me the way I love you? What is so broken and wrong within me that no one loves me back? My parents, Nancy, now you. Why can't- I thought that we were- where did I go wrong?"

"What?" Eddie asks, and the anger is gone from his face but now he just looks horrified. Which is understandable. It's horrifying to be loved by Steve Harrington. "What did you think we were?"

Boyfriends. Together. Going steady. At the very least, dating without labels. But none of those very reasonable, normal answers come out of Steve's treacherous mouth. Because Steve can't seem to be a reasonable, normal person. He's got to be too much, too soon, too clingy. So, instead, he says, "In love."

Eddie looks like he's just received the worst news of his life. In fact, he looks a little sick. "Oh fuck. Jesus Christ. I can't- I thought- Fuck!"

Steve just nods along. He hadn't actually said I love you to Nancy that night at Tina's Halloween party, but he imagines if he had, the beginning of the bullshit conversation would have sounded much the same as Eddie does now; like anger and regret, the starts and stops. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have- if you want to go, you should go."

Eddie crosses the room back to Steve in half the steps he took when he first walked away, hands reaching to grab Steve's face between them. He speaks quickly and sounds panicked now. "No, no no no. I fucked up, misunderstood. I don't know how I got it so wrong. I don't want to go. I never did."

"What?"

"I am in love with you, sweetheart. I just- I didn't know you loved me back. I thought you didn't- that we weren't..."

"I thought we were boyfriends."

"Jesus, please let me fix this. Let me stay and make it up to you. I'll be the best fucking boyfriend you've ever had."

Steve thinks if he had any shred of self-worth he might step back, make Eddie explain himself, but as it is, he steps into Eddie's space and kisses him, hands pulling him as close as he can get. He doesn't want to think about the cruel things Eddie's said, about using each other. Maybe one day they'll have to hash that out, have that conversation, but Eddie says he loves him too, and that's all Steve's wanted.

[steddieas-shegoes]

i love you enough

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'roadtrip/vacation' rated m wc: 995 cw: nightmare, implied sexual content tags: friends to lovers, getting together, love confessions, first kiss, loosest way to reference vacation is staying in a hotel

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"Steve...Steve!"

His eyes opened wide as Eddie's hands shook him awake.

"Jesus Christ, man. I thought I'd have to push you off the bed," Eddie sighed, his hold on Steve's shoulders loosening but not going away.

"Sorry," Steve gasped, his breath caught in his chest like he was about to have a panic attack.

This nightmare had been different.

Instead of Robin dying under the mall, it was Eddie. Instead of Steve being able to convince the Russians that he should be taken, Eddie convinced them he knew all they needed to know.

It was the exact type of falling on the sword Eddie would do.

Steve's eyes landed on Eddie, who was watching him silently, looking like he was doing his best not to cry.

"Eds? You okay?" Steve's voice cracked.

"Shit, are you?" Eddie asked back, letting out a disbelieving laugh.

"Yeah, sorry I woke you up."

"You're kidding, right?"

Eddie looked mad. He sounded mad.

"No, I'm really sorry. I know you don't sleep so great, either, so," Steve shrugged. "I wouldn't blame you if you wanna go down the hall to the girls' room."

Eddie blinked at him, silence making the air feel thick with an awkwardness they hadn't had between them in months.

And then Eddie's hands were cupping his face, almost lovingly.

"Do you ever think about how other people care about you?" Eddie asked, barely more than a whisper. "Or how seeing you suffer and then apologize for it breaks our hearts?"

Steve's mouth was opening and closing like a fish, searching Eddie's eyes for the answer he wanted.

"You have no idea how much people love you, do you?" Eddie's forehead rested against Steve's.

"I-"

"Stevie. I need you to listen to me." Eddie breathed out slowly. "I can't imagine how much you've seen. I know you've told me, and I've seen some of it myself, but half of the shit you've done? Just to keep everyone safe? And you keep seeing it in nightmares all the time. It never goes away. You're so strong. You get up every day and go to work, and cart the kids around, and bring me to appointments, and cook dinner for me and Wayne, and help Robin with her girl problems, and then you go to bed and have to worry about what monsters will be waiting for you. And then you wake up the next day and pretend it didn't happen, but we all know it did. I know it did."

Steve sniffled.

"And here I am, shaking in the corner of my bed because I think I hear a noise outside my window one time." They both let out a laugh, but Eddie continued before Steve could interrupt. "I was scared. I tried waking you up when you first started making noises. You sounded like you were hurt. And then you said Dustin's name and I could feel you shaking. And then-"

"And then I said your name."

Eddie nodded.

Steve placed his hands at Eddie's neck, almost mirroring Eddie.

"You died. But it was the Russians. You convinced them you knew something to distract them from me and the kids, but you didn't so they just kept...they-" He let out a sob as tears fell down his cheeks. "They did to you what they were gonna do to me."

"Oh, sweetheart."

Eddie's lips were on his.

It shouldn't be happening like this, a part of Steve thought.

It should be romantic and sweet, maybe after a date where Steve used all the charm he's been saving just for Eddie, maybe when the reason for the wetness against their cheeks was because of rain instead of tears.

But in a way, it was always going to be like this: admitting too much at the wrong time, saving each other from pain.

Regardless of all the ways it should be and all the ways he wished for it to be, it was perfect.

When Eddie pulled away, he let out a small laugh.

"Robin said this would happen as soon as I said I was staying in your room."

"She said I would have a nightmare that left us both crying and kissing in a bed that is definitely big enough for us to not be cuddling, but we definitely were?" Steve asked with a smirk. "She's good, but I don't think she's that good."

"Oh, shut up," Eddie lightly smacked his shoulder. "You know what I meant."

He did. She'd said the same to him.

"Well, maybe if you hold my hand, I'll be able to fall back asleep?" Steve suggested.

"Yeah, I could do that. Or..."

"Or?"

"Or I could..."

"You could?"

Eddie nipped his bottom lip.

"I could kiss you in...other places..."

"Eds, just say what you wanna do," Steve giggled.

"Fine! I could suck you off so you can sleep!" Eddie laughed.

"You could do that, yeah," Steve nodded, pretending that wasn't enough to rile him up.

"I could. If you want."

"Is it just to help me fall asleep?" Steve asked, suddenly nervous that this wasn't anything more than helping out a friend.

"If I wasn't completely clear before: I love you. I love you enough to sacrifice myself in your nightmares, I love you enough to do stupid physical therapy sessions that I hate because you get sad when I don't go, I love you enough to make Robin take a room with Nancy and Jonathan so I could stay right here with you, and I love you enough to suck your dick to help you sleep."

Steve snorted.

"Be my guest, then," he gestured down at his lap, watching Eddie literally lick his lips.

Just when Eddie was breathing against his stomach, ready to move further down, Steve stopped him.

"Wait!" Eddie looked up at him, eyes wide. "I love you, too. Need you to know that."

Fondness poured from Eddie as he pressed a kiss to Steve's stomach.

"I know, sweetheart."

[sapphicsentbycyberlife]

Okay so, I LOVE making scenarios in my head and building a relationship with the characters of some series I'm watching or something like that and recently I've been thinking a lot about some scenario where Abby has recently broken up with Owen for different reasons and is on doubt about her sexuality and whether she likes her best friend or not(in this case, the reader), and meanwhile the reader has been desperate for a while because she has always liked Abby romantically but never had the courage to talk about it because she is her best friend and every time she saw Abby and Owen in a more intimate moment, her heart sank and she didn't know what to do, because things like this happen in life and sometimes there's no way to do something(lol something very similar to this happened to me in the last few months😭).

And there is also more because the reader thinks that Abby is straight and that even if she break up with Owen she would never have a chance with her and, honestly, Abby never realized that the reader likes her.

Soooo, could you do a scenario/fanfic/drabble(whatever you want), with angst and fluff at the end, about Abby still a little shaken by her recent breakup and very confused about her sexuality and then, while she is talking about the problems she had with Owen she notices something insecure in the reader, so she insists that she talk about what is happening and then the reader breaks down about all this confusion that goes through her head that she never told anyone and in the end Abby kisses her and they make out in a very gentle and domestic way?

I could even say that Owen never liked the reader much and because of that they ended up fighting and almost punching each other (and that would be one of the reasons why Abby broke up with him), but honestly I've barely started to see any gameplay of Tlou 2(even though I received a lot of spoilers) so I don't know much about Owen's personality, BUT, if you want to include that part too, feel free 💪

[Im sorry if i wrote too much but im so desperate for someone do a fanfic about that 🤭 and English is not mt first language and I used the translator, but sometimes the words end up being translated wrong so I'm sorry if something was confusing]

Volcanic Hearts

SUB!ABBY ANDERSON X FEM!READER

Word Count: 8.2K

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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A/N- Okay, this went too far. And maybe it wasn't in the plan to write smut for it, but I mean... it was right there and the opportunity presented itself and I ran with it. If you wish to avoid it, I will add a content warning before the actual 18+ content begins! ANYWAAAAYS, enjoy!

WARNINGS: Swearing, canon-typical violence, mentions of Abby x Owen (gross), gunshot wounds, medical tools, submissive Abby, NSFW content which includes heavy make-out sessions, eating pussy (r!giving), fingering (r!giving), slight overstimulation (r!giving), confessions of love

SYNOPSIS: You never liked Owen. You thought he was the worst and hated that he had someone as wonderful as Abby... Well one day, you get your wish, but there's just one problem: Abby is straight. Or so you thought.

ALL BANNERS CREDITED TO @cafekitsune

“When I make love to you, I try, with each stroke of my tongue, to say, ‘I love you’. To tease ‘I love you’. To hammer ‘I love you’. To melt ‘I love you’. And your sounds drift down ‘Oh god! Oh Jesus!’ and I think- here it is, some dude’s getting credit for what a woman has done, again.”

The book screamed, taunted, almost laughed in your face as you wrestled to not snap the spine in half within your tensed fingers. Dread, thick as tar fell upon your aching soul as you folded the cover closed and looked upon the semi-desolate library… What was once a safe haven has become a not-so-silent silent prison.

“He hates you,” Says the voice inside of your head. You twitch. “He comes here with her because he knows you are in here.”

“Shut up,” You hiss, reeling back from audibly voicing your discontent with the demon behind the bars of your heart. How could you release the gates? How could you ever face that… that monster with claws? Teeth that gnashed and tore the flesh of the architect of your suffering. Her name, carved into your soul with her sultry voice and formidable words.

A glance from behind the bookshelf and you saw what you wished to avoid.

“You know we aren’t alone in here, right?” Her voice… Your friend. Sweet, beautiful, and everything you wished you could hear against your skin in the middle of the night instead of seeing the end of your bruised knuckles hammering away at a punching bag.

“That’s half the fun, Abby,” And then… there was him.

“Fuck you, Owen,” Said the demon as you stared him down. He knew you were there, and he was counting on it. His stupid pretty-boy attitude that got him everything he wanted, including HER. A goddess he does not deserve to look at, let alone touch in such a carnal manner that it made you sick to even gaze upon. “Fuck you, Owen Moore. I hope you lose your dick on the battlefield.”

The demon was angry, and you didn’t wish to be in here any longer. Your prison was now suffocating, and you wanted to breathe. Escaping the encompassment with the book still in your grasp, you just knew that Owen was smirking as you slammed the library door behind you, much to Abby’s terror that they had been caught.

The halls were a welcome sight… Unfamiliar to everyone as you walked by, blending in with other soldiers that had just started, even if you had been here for three years. It wasn’t hard to let your mind wander, but as it did, you wished it hadn’t.

You remember the night that you came here, helpless and afraid with your friends that were on the verge of death when standing at the precipice of salvation which was the WLF stadium. You surrendered your life to the way of the wolves, and in return for your salvation, you gave up hidden FEDRA soldiers that your family had harbored for months. It was an easy decision: life, or death.

Seattle streets were untamed, and you would rather be within the safety of the WLF than at the merciless teeth of the other demons that haunt the shadows. At least infected were anticipated; all that changed with them was how much fungus covered their body and how they went from human to a creature with a living exoskeleton leeched with spores and growth.

Your family never cared for you, anyway. You felt nothing when you handed Isaac Dixon the address of their safehouse. You did not cry when you saw their bodies in bags; you merely flinched when you caught your mother’s wedding ring glint in the light of the moon as she was tossed into a hole with the rest of the corpses, lit on fire and served as a warning to other FEDRA that still hid in the city.

You never told anybody that. Not even Abby knew what you had done to gain Isaac’s favor. The secret was between you and him, and you would take it with you to the grave if you must. No one could know just how heartless you had become when you believed you would die with your friends at those gates.

Said friends were long gone. Casualties of the war between the Wolves and the Scars. It hurt, but you got over it. For some reason, it was easier to move on from seeing your friend being buried than seeing some worthless tool flirt with the woman you wanted more than you were willing to say to anybody, ever.

How pathetic was that? You fumed on sight at seeing Owen Moore’s stupid face and how you wished to rearrange his nose, but you never got this angry when charged with taking down a Scar in the field… Something was seriously broken with you.

You had been walking for what felt like seconds, but it had turned into an hour. Before you knew it, you were across the stadium and outside on the outskirts of the railing. You would come here to breathe… and it was just you and the stars.

The stars didn’t judge you, like some omniscient being might have judged you, if you believed in that sort of thing. No, the stars were quiet, serene, and listened to your calls of agony, for no one else could hear the words more clearly than when you stared up at the sky and pleaded for your demons to finally silence.

The book in your hands felt like a cinderblock and you looked down at the dusty cover. Pat Parker, Pit Stop. Even in times as early as 1974, your pain was illustrated upon paper. Parker had a key against your caged heart and she could see the demon within, cowering at the light.

“Monster,” It wailed. You gripped the book tighter. “Monster. Monster. MONSTER.”

You let out a shout of rage, lifting your arm and staring off into the darkness, poised to release the leatherbound literature into the woods… but you halted and looked back down…

Perhaps… you needed this? You needed brutality, and the reality that even though Abby Anderson holds your heart, you might never hold hers. And for one painful, grueling reason…

Abby Anderson did not like girls.

“Where is she?”

Your eyes tore away from the semi-dirty sheets of the medical bed you were sitting on. Tweezers were buried inside of a bullet wound on your arm that hadn’t passed through all of the way and you were trying so hard not to scream bloody murder whenever you twitched, and Mel touched the muscle surrounding the wound.

It was Abby, and she was looking for you. Your hands curled into fists on your thighs as you kept yourself from looking at the entrance of the medical tent where all of the wounded from your convoy were sitting. Some were worse than others; you had gotten a huge gash on your cheek, and a bullet to the arm, but your teammate had been the victim of an arrow to the chest, and it pierced his lung.

“Oh, my god,” Her voice was clear now, and you had no choice but to look up, seeing Abby jump right in front of you with her eyes full of terror as she pressed both hands to your face. “Oh, you’re okay… you- oh, that looks bad.”

She ran her thumb across the tape on your cheek that covered your new stitches. It sent tingles throughout your body, and it made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside… you didn’t like that feeling and ended up jerking your head out of her hands. “Abby, I’m fine.”

“Stop making her move, Abby,” Mel demanded, the tweezers closing around the bullet inside of your flesh and making you let out a heartbreaking sob. Abby held you still and the metal was pulled from your skin, dropping it into a metal dish and reaching for a bottle of alcohol. “She said that she’s fine.”

“Well, I wasn’t asking you, Mel,” Abby snapped, narrowing her eyes at the medic who shot a glare so fiery that your amazed the blonde didn’t burst into flames. “Here, I’ll do it—”

 “Don’t—stop touching my stuff! You’re not a medic—” Mel started.

“Neither are you! You’re just on rotation!” Abby bit back.

“I’m better than you are at treating a bullet wound!”

“She’s my friend, and I can—”

“Oh, shut up, both of you!” You jumped off of the bed and yanked the bottle of alcohol from Mel’s hand, dumping half of the contents on your wound and tossing it onto the bed. The two women stood there, staring as you reached for the suture kit and walked away. “I’m gonna find someone else to do my damn stitches. Clearly, you two would rather fight.”

As you walked away, Abby heard your words, and it made her heart sink. “As if Owen is fuckin’ worth fighting over.”

The wound was still fresh in her heart. Owen Moore had very clearly cheated on Abby, and only when he was caught did he break it off with her and declare that he was now with Mel. Abby and Mel used to get along once, back when things were civil… But now, Abby and Mel couldn’t even be in the same room without finding something to fight about.

Ever since then, you had been on edge and finding ways to escape her. It hurt Abby more than she wanted to let on. She was hoping that as her friend, you would be willing to help her through this hard time and be there for her, but it seemed like this was harder on you than her.

Abby wanted her friend back. Why were you acting like this? And… why was she having such a hard time with you not being around anymore?

It felt like something shifted that day. Something inside of Abby that she wasn’t aware of. Something she never knew was there before.

Abby knew you hated Owen from the very beginning. She could see it in your eyes whenever he entered a room. You would grow quiet, and your hands would twitch on top of whatever surface they were laying on. She saw a fire behind your eyes that she could never sway to be put out. She never understood why, though. What had Owen done?

Or maybe you saw things that she couldn’t see. The gossip around the WLF stadium was loud that day; the day that someone close to her found out that Owen was seeing someone else.

Someone else, Abby thought bitterly. It was not just someone else; Mel was not just someone else. They used to be friends, and then she betrayed her trust like the years before meant absolutely nothing to her.

Owen chose Mel. And Abby was left alone… without you. Why did that bother her so much? Why were you not over the moon that Owen had finally left Abby’s side? She thought that if anybody had been overjoyed and kept her company after the separation, you would have been right there to make her happy, like you usually do when things don’t go her way.

But you were cold. You were distant, like when she had first met you during your training. Fresh meat, right off the streets of Seattle after winning Isaac’s favor doing God only knows what. She never asked, and you never told her. You had a mutual understanding that your past stay in your past and you focus on the present.

Abby liked how you lived in the moment. How you were an unwavering force of power that was always by her side when she needed you. If you ever had a free moment, you gave it to her. You were there for Abby, like no one else ever had been. She would stay up late with you on her off days, looking up at the stars and listening to you make up nonsense stories about things you read in books.

The library used to be a place where you two would sit in each other’s company for hours, just reading about anything and everything that you could get your hands on. You had a personal favorite that you always crawled back to in the worst of times.

Abby found herself looking at the book inside of the library now. Her fingers danced across the cover of the book, the dark and worn surface eating away at her soul like it was nothing but painful to see the dreary blood red lettering. “Edgar Allen Poe… Why do you like poetry so much?”

She was impartial to fiction novels; she wanted things to be like they used to. What was the world like without the constant threat of death looming over someone’s shoulder? What was it like to imagine a different kind of life?

Abby has read The Giver from cover to cover, at least fifty times. The idea of a utopian society where there are no lies, no heartbreak, no conflict? It was intriguing at first. Every time, she was sucked into the world of the book and as the tale unfolds, she realizes just how horrible a society of perfection sounded. Never making a choice on her own? Forever seeing the world in black and white? It was a living nightmare.

She always did things her way, and she was nothing if not living in the color of the world. Abby would close the book and think “It could be worse” and then she remembers the horrors outside of the stadium walls and thinks “It is worse.”

And then there was you. Losing yourself in twisted words and convoluted sentences that she struggled to grasp on her brightest days. She must have read The Telltale Heart a thousand times for you and still she could not understand what was so fascinating about it!

You explained it, but she still didn’t understand.

“You see, he killed the man; not because it was some righteous form of self-defense… but because he was afraid of what he didn’t understand. And eventually, that fear caught up with him and he could not bear to shoulder that guilt any longer. It literally drove him mad.”

What the hell did you even mean?! Who cares about those things now? The world is in literal apocalypse and you were dreaming about things that didn’t matter anymore. When would it make a difference in her life? She wasn’t afraid of what she didn’t understand—

Then why are you hiding from your feelings?

Abby gripped the book tighter in her palm. The voice was louder this time… angry even. It was beating at her, and she just wanted to shut it up. Her feelings didn’t matter; nothing in this stupid world mattered. All that mattered was that she lived to see another sunrise. She had things in this stupid world that had to be done— people that had to die.

And yet, in that moment, all she could think of… was you.

She remembers the gentle caress of your hands on her shoulder when she would dose off at one of the tables. She remembers your voice and how you pointed up at the sky on the clearest summer nights. She remembers the warmth you gave her when the power was out one day and she was in her room, freezing and shivering… She remembers the way you used to smile at her. And it made her heart tremble.

Abby didn’t realize she was walking away from the library until she was inside the mess hall. And what was in her hands?

Maybe if she concentrated hard enough… she could smell you on the book.  

Or, perhaps, if she had just turned around, she would see you sitting by yourself, staring down at the food in front of you that you had literally no appetite for. It was insulting how this had worked you up into such a frenzy that it drove your hunger away. Embarrassing, even…

So engrossed within your own thoughts, the shift of the table down the line made you tense up and look over to see… oh, for fuck’s sake, why were they here?

“I’m telling you, something’s wrong with her,” Said Manny, Abby’s bestest friend and roommate. “She doesn’t act like this.”

Owen shrugged, taking a long drink of water and leaning back until his spine hit the wall. “Just an off-season. She’ll be fine, she’s Abby.”

You scowled, looking at your hands and feeling them curl into fists on the surface. You should have kept your mouth shut, but the words were bubbling up so fast that you couldn’t fight back to keep them down. They tasted like vinegar. “Maybe she doesn’t like being cheated on.”

They heard you, and their conversation stopped immediately. “I’m sorry, were we talking to you?”

“Talking around me, that’s the same thing,” You barked, standing from your chair and stepping forward until you were about a foot away from Owen. He turned to completely face you, giving you all of his attention and waiting for what you had to say. “See, call me crazy but… wouldn’t you be upset if someone dumped you without warning?”

“I don’t know what you’ve heard, but the break-up was mutual,” Owen defended.

You laughed, and it was dark. “Oh, really? Abby mutually agreed to walk in on you fucking someone else? There was a mutual understanding for you to break her heart like that?”

Manny looked uncomfortable as he rose from his own seat and put a hand on your shoulder. “Mi amiga, you should let it go—”

“No! No, Manny, this is bullshit!” You shook him off. People were beginning to stare at you as you slammed your hand down next to Owen’s food, making the man jump slightly and you weren’t sure what he was thinking, but it wasn’t good. “You don’t get to get away with this, you know? Hurting her like she’s not worth it—”

“You have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about,” Owen was now on his feet and Manny was stepping back. You stepped even closer, ready to do whatever you had to.

“I know that if I had her, I wouldn’t treat her as shitty as you fucking did. What kind of a man are you—”

You aren’t sure who hit who first, but it only took a few seconds for you to end up on the floor, throwing punches left and right and hitting any part of Owen that you could. He placed a well-calculated hit to your jaw, and you knew one of your back teeth was knocked out, but in return, you held him down and your fist connected with his nose, shattering the bone easily.

From the dumb teen movies you have seen in your life (only a few), it felt like this would be a high school moment. You were giving as good as you could give, hitting Owen as hard as nature intended, and soon a crowd was surrounding both of you, shouting FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! Over and over again. It was pathetic, but also such a good feeling.

You’ve been waiting to hit this bastard for years.

At some point during said fight, you had swung too hard, and Owen moved out of the path of your fist just in time for it to hit the ground. You growled aggressively as Owen grabbed your hair and slammed you to the floor, jumping on top of you and wrapping his hands around your neck.

His nose was dripping with blood and there were bruises forming on his face as he held you down onto the floor, choking you and making you claw his arms to try and get him off of you. The oxygen was starting to get cut off from your brain, causing your face to turn a hideous shade of purple.

The fight went from a simple brawl in the mess hall, to Owen attempting to put you in the medbay. You had clearly struck a nerve, and he was out for blood. The red that was dripping from your lips and onto his hands wasn’t enough for him; he wanted to see you hurt.

It was only a few seconds, but it felt like a few days with him strangling you. His hands were now torn apart, scratches covering his skin as he held you down… and just like that, it was over. You saw Manny finally breaking up the fight, grabbing Owen and pulling him off of you.

For too many seconds, you didn’t do anything except lay there and gasp like a fish finally returning to the water. You just breathed, closing your eyes and letting out strangled gasps as the oxygen finally came back to you and it became easier to breathe.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” Oh no… Not now…

A hand wrapped around your arm, and you began coughing hard, patting against your chest and letting out the most distressed sound of your life. The architect of your suffering was rubbing your back, and glaring as hard as possible at the person who just rocked your shit.

Abby was pissed, and the only thing on her mind now was getting you out of there. “Come on, let’s go… Get your fucking act together, Owen.” Was the last thing she said before she was practically carrying you out of the mess hall and toward the exit. You weren’t sure where you two were heading but the sound of a door slamming shut behind you two had you blinking aggressively.

The lights were off, but you recognized her room. Abby sat you down on the staircase and immediately began to inspect your face like it was her life’s purpose. Your lip was split, and there was a massive bruise on your cheekbone, and marks forming on your neck in the shape of Owen’s hands. You didn’t show that it was hurting; you were too proud of yourself to be in pain.

“Stay here, I’ll go get a medkit,” Abby jumped up and went to Manny’s side of the room, grabbing the medical box under his bed and cracking the cover open. She returned with a bottle of alcohol, bandages, and a salve for your neck. She wordlessly began to work on you, carefully removing the bandage from your cheek and seeing that Owen had ripped the stitches. “Goddammit.”

“Rip ‘em open?” You laughed, showing your bloody teeth. “That’s a shame.”

“Stop moving,” Abby snapped, dumping some alcohol on a clean rag and wiping your face near the stitches. “Need to redo them. Do you trust me?”

“With my life,” You agreed like it was the most obvious answer.

Abby let out a shaky breath, biting her lip at your words before she began to clean up the wound on your cheek and pulling out a suture kit. Her hands were tough and calloused, not like Mel’s… But you preferred them that way. You weren’t fragile.

She carefully stitched your face back up, trying not to look at your eyes that refused to leave her face. Abby looked angry, like she had something she wanted to say but didn’t have the strength to actually say it to you. “Abby, just say it—”

“Why did you pick a fight with him?” Abby finally said, pausing and looking down in your eyes. You tried not to flinch at her words; she was very upset. “He isn’t worth it.”

“You are,” You said. Maybe it was the possible concussion talking, or the lack of oxygen getting to your brain, but you couldn’t keep the words down even if you wanted to. “He doesn’t get to get away with what he did to you.”

“What do you care?” Abby finished your stitches, putting a patch over your cheek. Her hands were shaking, and she resisted the urge to wipe them on her pants.

Before Abby could turn away, you grabbed at her hand, not caring about the red that stained her flesh and you looked up at her dark eyes, almost like you wanted to dive in and drown in her soul. She was so vulnerable now, almost like she was about to start crying. But that didn’t happen; Abby didn’t cry.

“I care about you, Abby,” You breathed through the pain in your chest. “I can’t stand knowing that he hurt you like that. You don’t deserve that kind of shit, and he did not deserve you.”

A tense few moments passed as she stared down at your hand and how it was holding onto her own. It would have been so easy to pull Abby in and finally show her how you felt, and how badly you were wishing that you could have her finally after so long… but that wasn’t fair to her. She had just gone through some hard shit, and she deserved better than someone who took advantage of her vulnerability.

Abby pulled her hand free and reached for the salve, removing a small amount from the cannister and tilting your head up. “Try not to talk.”

“Convenient timing,” You scowled. “Just want me to shut up.”

“Yeah, actually,” Abby said, gently rubbing the salve into your neck. You shuddered, the shivers of pleasure from her touch going down your spine and making you lean forward a little more into her grasp like she was a livewire. She definitely noticed, because her breath caught in her throat as she finished rubbing in the salve and tried not to think about things that she had no right to think about.

Fuck, she was so pretty that it hurt you… What the fuck was Owen thinking? How did he ever let this woman slip through his grasp? Why was he so brainless that he couldn’t see how perfect she was in every sense of the word?

The sweet moment didn’t last though. Abby pulled her hands back and stood up. “You’re all set.”

Wow, she really wanted you gone, huh?

Wordlessly, you stood up from the floor and went to her kitchen sink, cupping your hands under the faucet and washing the blood out of your mouth. Abby saw you wipe your mouth with your sleeve, and you just began walking for the exit of the room, ready to leave and not look back… But then, Abby grabbed your wrist and halted her movements.

“I miss you,” Abby admitted, her face falling with disdain. “I miss my best friend…”

The words stung more than you wished they did.

Best friend. That’s all you’d ever be to her, and all she saw you as. You were stupid for thinking that she would ever see you as more than that or give you a chance beyond such a thing. You wanted her to know everything. You wanted her to know the real reason that you tried to punch Owen’s entire nose off. You wanted her to know why you had been avoiding her… But what could you tell her?

Stop being a fucking coward, It was back. The demon. Tell her everything. It’s now or never.

But how could you? How could you ever look at her again if she rejected you? How could you ever face the world if the only person you’ve wanted decides that she hates you, and wants nothing to do with you, ever again? You would rather pretend to only feel friend feelings for her than admit how you truly felt inside. So, you forced a smile and shoved your feelings back down.

Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul,

“I missed you too, Abs.”

And sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all.

The days passed, and the weather began to grow colder with each passing sunset. The attacks on the WLF from Scars were becoming more bold and far more aggressive. The wolves were facing heavy losses, and everything was getting harder for Abby.

Things were changing, but she had you… she did have you, right?

Word was getting around about you. Abby heard the whispers among her friends and how you were beginning to get a name for yourself and what you were doing to other women. Abby tried not to listen too hard when someone talked about you, but it was impossible to ignore.

“She made me cum in like… five minutes! You know how hard that is?”

“Everyone here knew she knows how to eat a girl out, come on! She eats pussy like she means it!”

Fuck.

Abby felt something twist in her stomach as she thought about what you did with her fellow soldiers. Shit, how many girls have you been with? It seemed like every woman had something to say about you! Her heart hammered whenever she saw you walk up to some girl in the mess hall, and you gently grabbed her chin and pressed a kiss on her cheek.

What was happening in her head?

She thought for a brief second what it would feel like if your lips would be touching her skin… Which is not something a person like her would think. It was making her feel weird, and Abby did not like this feeling. Her hands were shaking, her heart was racing, there was this stirring feeling in her stomach, and she felt like breath was harder to come by. What was this feeling? Had she ever experienced it before?

Yes, she has… when she had a crush on Owen a long time ago.

It was one of the darkest nights she had seen in a long time. The moon wasn’t out tonight, and stars were hidden behind snow clouds, blanketing the Seattle landscape in a soft white. The air was cold and bitter… but she remembered how it felt when you sat here with her. How you were always willing to hold her…

Abby kept the book in her hands, looking at the frayed pages on the inside and hating how it made her feel inside and out. It was a ditch effort to feel close to you once again; Abby read the book cover to cover. She still didn’t understand most of Poe’s stories, but she gave it the best chance possible, for you.

Her heart was beating, and she could feel her adrenaline rushing, even within the coldest grasp of winter. She had so much to say… and it felt like she had no time to say it. She couldn’t keep this down any longer. All of the signs were there; you liked Abby. And she was finally seeing through the haze of her self-deception. The book felt like a brick in her hands and without hesitation, she dropped the leather bound literature in the snow before sprinting off to your room.

The book’s pages turned in the wind… A single sentence was highlighted.

“Years of love have been forgot, in the hatred of a minute.”

The run to your room felt like an eternity. Abby began to aggressively rasp on your door, shouting your name in the hallway. “Come on, I know you’re in there!” She saw the lights under your door and how you were moving around inside the room. Her heart raced with aggression, and she was clearly growing more impatient the longer you ignored her.

“I need to talk to you! It’s important, please—” You opened the door, and Abby had to step back in order to fully see you. The first thing she noticed was how your hair was damp; evidence of a shower taken recently. Your breath smelled like toothpaste, and your clothes were sticking to your slightly glistening skin. You must have rushed to put clothes on.

“What’s so damn important?” You said, clearly unamused by her fervor to speak with you. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”

Abby wasn’t having it. She grabbed you by the front of your shirt and shoved you into your room, slamming the door shut and looking at you like she wanted to either kick your ass, or eat you alive. Her veins flexed in her arms as she bristled with hostility. “We need to talk. Now.”

“This couldn’t wait until—”

“No! We need to talk now!” Abby grabbed at your shirt again and before you could argue, she was shoving you down onto your mattress and standing over you. For a second, you looked like you wanted something from her, but then Abby started pacing and her eyes had to look away from you. “What are you doing?”

“Sorry?” You leaned forward, arms resting on your elbows as you started manspreading again. Abby paused, glancing at you for a second and trying not to stare at how your quads tensed, bared by your shorts. “I’m not doing anything, you came in here—”

“No, that’s not what I mean,” Abby said, far angrier than you expected, judging by the look on your face. “You… Do you just… fuck anything with a pulse?”

“Excuse me?” You stood up immediately and Abby was painfully reminded of the height difference between you two. And the age difference… There was something that was taunting her. You were a few inches taller than Abby, and you had a few years on her. She was barely 21, and you were standing at 27… Abby may have had more muscles than you, but you were clearly the one that was on top here.

“It is none of your business who I spend my time with—”

“But it’s your business who I spend my time with?” Abby stepped closer. “You never liked Owen—”

“Oh, come on, this shit again?” You rolled your eyes, which pissed Abby off even more. “No one liked Owen! He’s not good enough for you—”

“And who is?” Abby shoved you down again, your head almost hitting the wall. “You? You think you’re better than him?”

“From what I’ve heard, and you’ve fucking heard?” You stood up again, this time, grabbing Abby by the front of her shirt and shoving her down on your bed. She attempted to fight back, but you were very quick to climb on top of her, grabbing her wrists and holding her down. “I’m not afraid to actually eat you out. Heard he never fucking did that, huh?”

“Get… off of—”

“Fucking say it,” You growled. Abby felt cornered… This was not her friend in front of her right now. You weren’t acting like yourself, and she was scared, elated, but more than anything? Abby was aroused. She hasn’t seen this dominant side of you like this and she liked it, a lot. “Say that he wasn’t worth it.”

“You don’t know what you—”

“Abigail,” You used her full name, and she lost her breath at feeling you gently grip her jaw, forcing her to look into your eyes. Your brows were pulled down, and you had a slight curl on your lips as you searched her face. The sudden aggression was fading, and you could feel her muscles relaxing under your other hand. “Look at me… and say it.”

You had hypnotized her, almost to a painful threshold. Pupils dilated, and heart racing, Abby wasn’t sure what drove her to the final move. One hand reached up and she grabbed the back of your head, staring in your eyes and then drifting to your lips that parted slightly as you licked them and breathed slowly. Your breath tickled her cheek, ruffling the stray hairs on her face that were free from her blonde braid.

With one final breath, the veil that was constructed so high, so strong, and so very protective… was shattered like crystal glass upon the concrete. “He wasn’t worth it.”

The distance was finally closed. You groaned, dropping down and grabbing at her face with both hands. Your lips met Abby’s in a fury of desperation as she responded with equal fervor of her own. The flame had been lit, and you were fanning the fire to life. Abby breathed like she had never breathed before.

Emotions were running wild with every aching second as the two of you tangled within each other’s arms. Abby’s fingers curled in the damp hair on the nape of your neck as she pulled you ever closer, heart pounding in her chest as you reached for the hem of her shirt and began tugging it upward.

Abby was on a high, sitting up quickly and making you lean back just enough so she could quickly pull off the shirt on her body. You followed not far behind with removing your own, shoving her back down on the bed and immediately caressing her body with your hands. You met her lips again, drowning in the taste of her and feeling every single crease upon her muscles like you were drawing a map of her skin with your fingertips.

“Abby,” You sighed, lips trailing from her mouth and down over the length of her neck. The blonde whimpered, her eyes squeezing shut as her head tilted up towards the ceiling. You don’t know what you wanted to say right now… what could you say? You feared that if you tried to say anything, Abby would realize what was happening and she would turn tail and run. What could you do? All you did was whisper on her skin as your lips followed a slow trail across her jutting out collarbone. “My sweet, beautiful Abby…”

The noise she made was pathetic, and you wanted more.

Praise didn’t cease for a single second as your mouth created a hot trail of kisses across her chest and between the small swell of her breasts confined in her bra. Abby’s self-consciousness was beginning to take over as you reached for the strap on her shoulder and slowly slid it down. What was going through your mind? Was she not enough? Was her body a turn-off for you? Her lack of femininity wasn’t a problem ever before, but in this moment… Abby was terrified.

“Abby,” You reached for one of her hands, slowly threading your fingers between her own and leaning back enough to fully breathe her in. You pulled down the fabric of her bra even more and watched her chest rise and fall viciously. This was uncharted territory for her. She was scared, and you are now realizing that this would be the biggest step Abby’s ever taken. “You’re perfect. Absolutely… perfect…”

Your mouth trailed across her skin as you spoke, pausing to leave open mouthed kisses on her hot skin and feeling her heart against your tongue as you licked a soft stripe on her sternum. Another noise rumbled out of her mouth, so sweet and so vulnerable that you were spinning. Her body lifted up a bit more, and you took this chance to unhook the bra on her body, stripping it away from her chest and tossing it on the floor.

The more skin that was revealed, the more you were drowning in her. It felt like a rolling wave of lava was covering your body, hot and smoldering, completely unabating from the speed of time and space. Your temperature rose and you took your sweet time admiring every single fucking inch of her, until every last stitch of clothing was removed from her skin.

“Oh my god,” Your voice wavered, bringing a noise from Abby. And that made you shake from the tips of your fingers to the soles of your feet. “Oh, Abby…”

“Stop it,” Abby practically sobbed, pushing the heels of her hands into her eyes and avoiding your gaze like you were pouring hot embers on her flesh. “Stop saying that, stop looking at me like that, just fucking…”

You frowned. “What are you— What’s wrong?”

“You don’t have to say that shit,” Abby sat up on her elbows, and you could see something in her eyes… she looked close to fucking tears. “I’m already naked in your bed, you don’t have to say unnecessary shit like that—”

You bent forward and captured her lips in a kiss to stop her words. It was breaking your heart… Is this how it was with him every time? Did his words of affirmation cease as soon as she was on the bed and bare for him? How could he do that to her? How could he use her in such a vile, selfish way? Abby deserved more than that; more than him.

Fingers slid down across your back and very cautiously, Abby gripped your ass with both hands. You shuddered, feeling her nails dig into your flesh as you bit her lip and traced your fingers across her torso. Very slowly, she realized what you were doing, and her legs began to spread apart. Your fingertips followed the trail of hair down her stomach and between her thighs where you slowly carded your fingers through the softness of fluff over her cunt.

You caught her off-guard. She was a whiny mess on your mouth as your tongue began slipping through her lips and tasting the deepest parts of her mouth. The tip of your tongue ran over her teeth and across the roof of her mouth, almost like you were attempting to caress literally every part of her. Abby didn’t know what to do… no one has touched her with such gentleness and has taken her in with as much hunger as you have.

“Oh, fuck,” Abby gasped against your mouth. Your fingers made that final touch, and her heart began racing. Your digits felt so soft and gentle between her legs, slowly rubbing and tracing between her slick folds. Her thighs threatened to close, trapping your arm there, but you weren’t having it. You broke the kiss and slid down her body until you were getting on your knees between her legs, holding her left thigh with your hand. You took your sweet time, rubbing all over her wetness and seeing how she was trembling in front of you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

“God, you’re so wet,” You spoke with bated breath. Abby sat up on her elbows, looking down and wondering if that was a problem or not. But her question was soon answered when you leaned forward and kissed over her inner thigh and listened to the vulgar slick sounds her pussy was making on your fingers. “Abby, can I taste you—”

“Please,” She cried, her head falling back for a second as she felt like she was losing her mind. “Oh please, please put your tongue on me…”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You removed your hands from her and pressed both palms to her thighs, diving down and licking from her opening, up to her clit. It was hard, and slow, and the way you flicked your tongue up against her bud had Abby gasping and curling her fists into the bed sheets.

The wet slapping noise you made as you pressed kisses to her delicate folds had her mind racing. How had she lived without this for so fucking long? How had she gone without your mouth on her? Sparks were flying behind her eyes that rolled into the back of her head, basking in the caress of your tongue and how you kneaded the muscles in her legs.

Abby cried out with every move of your tongue, how it would trace a small little circle around her opening before trailing back up and paying attention to her clit like it was your fucking birthright to eat her out. She held onto the sheets, almost like she was scared to touch you… You eliminated her fear and grabbed at her right hand.

For a second, Abby didn’t understand. But when you placed it on the back of your head, she fell into the boiling hot sensation of pleasure. Her strong hands threaded and curled into knots on your head, tugging the hair on your scalp and making you groan with slight anguish. But you didn’t stop her or let up for a second. You kept going, and Abby kept shaking.

“That’s it, baby,” You whispered into her pussy, the vibrations of your voice making Abby whine like a wounded dog. “Just hold me… that feel good? Yeah, you like that?”

Words were failing her. Abby was trembling against you as your voice was doing the most sinful things to her body and she had no choice but to hold on and drown in the magma. She never wanted to go without this again… Never in her life had she been brought to such delicious ecstasy so quickly. How did you do it?

“Ohh! Oh fuck…” Abby gasped, looking down to stare at you as you closed your eyes and feasted on her pussy with reckless abandon. You followed her words, and when your eyelids lifted just enough to meet her gaze, Abby gripped your head and kept you still. “R-Right there… please, please don’t stop…”

You could take a hint. Normally, this would be when the person would speed up, or get more aggressive with it to try and push Abby closer to orgasm faster. You knew better. When a girl begged for you not to stop, and to stay right in place, you kept your pace. “Gonna cum for me, Abby?”

The way you said her name in her cunt made her shake. Abby yanked on your hair and bit her lip, trying to keep her moans and huffs of pleasure in as you were now laser focused on nothing but licking her clit at just the right angle that she could feel her pleasure building with every passing second.

“Cum for me, baby… make a mess on my face,” You cooed softly, your nostrils flaring with aggressive breath that you seemed to be struggling with grasping. Abby was worried you couldn’t breathe, but you didn’t seem to care. All you wanted was to feel her shake in your mouth…

“Oh my god, oh my god, Ohmygoood,” Abby immediately used her free hand to cover her mouth, falling backwards on the bed as she reached her crescendo. Her thighs squeezed around your head as you wrapped both arms around her legs, not stopping your tongue’s movements for even a second and riding out her orgasm and letting her feel more pleasure than she’s felt in her life before.

You smirked, seeing that her toes were curled up in her dirt-stained white socks as you dug your nails into her thighs. Abby was crying, fully teared and shaking as you assaulted her pussy with your mouth. You didn’t stop, and she was starting to panic.

She was sensitive, and it felt almost like it was too much for her, but you were relentless. “W-What are y-you d—AHH!”

The shriek that escaped Abby made you giggle. Without warning, you slipped two of your fingers inside of her clenching walls, basking in how her warmth surrounded the digits and how you didn’t break off from her cunt even for a second. Abby was almost trying to crawl away. She was too sensitive, and if you kept this up, she was worried her heart might stop. Her noises were pathetic, high pitched, and so whiny that you needed to look up every few seconds, reminding yourself that yes… this was Abby Anderson.

“One more,” You mumbled. “Cum one more time, baby… You can do it for me.”

“T-Too much,” Abby sobbed, tears tracking her face. “It’s too much… fuck, please, please, pleaseplease…” You weren’t sure what she was begging for. To stop? To keep going? To change something?

Your fingers curled and you felt her walls clench down around your digits, her back arching off the bed in the most delicious action you had ever seen. Fuck, you were losing your mind. You needed her to cum again, she has to cum again. You began fucking your fingers into her harder, making stars shine behind her eyes as the natural disaster bubbled behind her ribcage.

I have never seen "Volcanoes" —But, when Travellers tell,

“Don’t stop, please… Ohgod, s-so c…close—” Abby whined. You smirked and angled your fingers just right that it sent her hurdling towards the edge. She had no chance to even grab the ledge before the fall into the bubbling heat. “Nnnnnn! G-Gonna c-cuuum…”

You whispered sweet words into her pussy, making her shake in your grasp.

How those old — phlegmatic mountains, usually so still — Bear within — appalling Ordnance, fire, and smoke, and gun—

The blonde couldn’t keep her cries of pleasure at bay this time. You reached up with your free hand and did what she didn’t expect… your fingers curled and threaded with her own as her climax washed over her and she saw fireworks and burning embers in her vision. It was so intense that Abby couldn’t breathe, like smog had filled her lungs and possessed her very soul.

Taking Villages for breakfast, and appalling Men —

Momentary lapse in judgement as you broke off from her core, licking your lips and with your fingers still plunged inside of her, you fell forward and captured Abby’s bruising lips with another kiss that felt like fire in her soul. Abby grabbed your face, fingers rubbing over the sweat on your forehead as you allowed her to taste herself on your tongue.

You whispered. “I love you, Abby…”

Years of hatred had been forgot, within the seconds of love shared… Prove her wrong.

Abby fought her demons and won. “I love you too.”

Poets quoted: Pat Parker, Edgar Allan Poe, Emily Dickinson

[shuhwaa]

Aespa Reaction | You asking them to teach you how to kiss

Aespa all members x gn!reader genre: fluff, reaction warnings: none

Karina:

internal panic as soon as she processes your question

has no idea how to react but she doesn't want to make you feel bad by taking too long to come up with an answer either

"Are you sure?" is what eventually comes out of her mouth, and when you say yes she panics some more

not that she doesn't like the idea of kissing you - quite the opposite, actually - but she's scared she's going to ruin your first kiss for you

"But... don't you want it to be with someone you love?"

you tell her it's just practice and that you don't want to fuck it up when things are coming down to it

so she hesitantly agrees, drawing near and pressing her lips against yours

however, once she can feel you kissing her back, her worries fade and she simply goes for it

"That wasn't your first kiss just now..." she mutters, and when you assure that it was, she adds, "Wanna keep going?"

and how could you say no to that when her lips seem to melt so perfectly against yours...?

Giselle:

thinks she heard you wrong when you ask her to teach you how to kiss

you definitely feel just slightly humiliated when you have to repeat yourself, and now she feels sorry, seeing you in such a state

"Sure, but... are you sure you want me to be your first kiss?"

you argue that it technically doesn't count if it's for practice, and well, now you've made her lowkey want to prove you wrong...

so she puts aside whatever she's been doing and walks up to you confidently, capturing your chin between her thumb and index finger

the way she stares at your mouth and parts her lips slightly alone makes your heart race

"Here I go, then," she mutters, and next thing you know she's leaning in

needless to say her kiss leaves you breathless, and when she sees you all flustered it only makes her want to keep going

she WILL tease you about how much you're enjoying this, and when she hears you mumble something about how maybe it does count, you can feel her smirk into the kiss before she deepens it

Winter:

"You've... never kissed anyone?"

she's surprised to say the least, but when you react to her question strongly due to your embarrassment she immediately apologizes

"Oh, no, I didn't mean it like that..."

says that you're just so pretty, she didn't think there's never been a person who wanted to kiss you?

and then she blushes hard because when she realizes what she just said jdhsjdjsjxjx

will agree eventually and be a nervous wreck about it herself

but she'll pull herself together for your sake

tells you to just close your eyes and then warns you again before she leans in slowly, pressing a feathery light kiss to your lips

sends you the sweetest smile when you open your eyes and she asks you if you liked it (how are you supposed to not fall in love with her on the spot????)

keeps going if you ask her to, until eventually you're making out slowly, arms wrapped around the other while you're exploring each other's lips

Ningning:

"What? You want me to teach you how to kiss?" 

repeats your question with an amused expression on her face and then invites you to sit next to her on the sofa

beams with confidence as she agrees, and then:

"I've never done this either though..."

????

suggests that you're just gonna have to figure things out together, and also she's kinda glad you asked cause she's been curious what it feels like too

she WILL start giggling uncontrollably when your lips meet somewhat clumsily and your noses almost crash into each other on first try djbdnd

but once she's collected herself she tells you to just stay still, and this time she kisses you properly

her lips linger on yours before she pulls back, and when you look at each other you both know you want more

"I think we need a lot of practice..." she mutters, and with her hand cupping your face she leans back in

[wandanatsbaby]

Cheater

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader, Elizabeth olsen x readed

Warnings: angst, cheating

Italics is what happened irl

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You Walked into yours and Wanda's shared room excited to finally get to be in your girlfriend's arms but stop once you see what's happening in front of you. Right there in your bed is your girlfriend of three years cheating on you with the red android. You feel frozen to your spot, unable to move as tears start streaming down your face.

“What are you talking about y/n?” your friend asks you as you explain the situation to her.

“She’s just been distant. Do you think I've done something wrong?”

Finally your legs allow you to move and you're quick to run out of the room and slam the door catching Wanda’s attention.

“Hey! Your back! I missed you so much!” You state excitedly as you give your girlfriend a hug but she just brushes you off and goes to the bedroom slamming the door.

Wanda runs out of the room with random clothes thrown on and grabs your wrist.

“Detka please it wasn’t what it looks like.” She begs. You shake your head and rip your hand out of her grasp.

“I just saw you and you're still going to lie? How could you!” She looks down in shame, not even being able to meet your eyes.

“Have you seen Lizzie today?” you ask scarlett.

“No, I haven't seen her in weeks hun. Why is everything okay?”

“I'm so sorry please. I didn’t mean it. None of it meant nothing!” Wanda shouts as she tries to pull you into her but you just rip yourself out of her grasp.

“How long?” She looks anywhere but you which starts to make you angry. “How long Wanda!”

“5 months,” Wanda says quietly, still looking at the floor. You let out a choked sob.

“When did I become not good enough for you?” The question seems to stun Wanda as she just finally looks at you staring wildly.

“When did I become not good enough for you?” You ask Lizzie as she just looks at you. You had just caught your fiance in bed with none other than Robbie Arnet after coming home from a long day at work. “When?”

“Y/n I'm so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen. It was a drunken mistake that just kept happening and eventually I fell in love with him. I'm so sorry. It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

You feel your heart shatter at her words. “How long.”

“I fell out of love with you a year ago”

“I fell out of love with you a year ago.” Wanda says as she looks at you sadly. As your about to say something the toaster oven steps out of your room and looks at both of you before walking up behind Wanda and putting an arm around her waist. You scoff and make your way to the elevator and watch as the pair share a small kiss.

“Cut!” the director yells, causing all of you to relax a little. “Listen girls, I loved the improve you did. I could really feel the emotions of the situation. This shot was amazing.” You gave them a smile before walking off stage to head back to your trailer.

Lizzie watches you leave with a frown on her face knowing that you weren’t acting. She hates what she did to you. She hates how she made you feel. But most importantly she hates that she lied to you all those nights ago. She never fell out of love with you. Her managers had made her get with Robbie because they believed he was a better match for her and that she would gain more publicity for it. She hates that she listened to them. She just wants you back.

[padfootreggie]

Nemesis

Luke Castellan x OC

Warnings: daughter of Athena reader, smut, enemies with benefits, threats, hickeys, rough sex, makeouts

Summary: Valerie was practicing her archery until a boy decides to flirt with Luke's girl.

I whine finally sitting up, my sister had woken me up for breakfast. Quickly I grab my orange camp half-blood shirt but its shrunk in the dryer "fuck- Annabeth do you have an extra shirt?"

Annabeth sighs "you got paint on the last shirt I gave you Val, I don't really want to" I groan "I'm sorry again, please pleaseee"

She ignores me, I groan putting on the shirt. It's actually kinda cute. Then I change into my last pair of pajama shorts and sandals.

I start running to get some food. Hopefully they didn't finish me. I sit at my cabins table grabbing some grapes.

Some people stare at my outfit, sure it's a bit tight but what can I do? Oh well, I'll do laundry later. I can feel some special person staring deeply into my soul, of course it's stupid Luke

He glared at me angrily, staring me up and down before going back to his happy facade. I yawn finishing my breakfast.

Soon I walk off to the place I love most, the archery field. I grab a bow and arrow, and start shooting. I'm wrather good at archery now.

I practiced a lot over the years I'm been here, I've been here since I was 15, now I'm 18. Luke decided to walk over with that annoying smirk on his face.

Sure Luke is attractive, but something about him just gets on my nerves. He's so talkative and looves to annoy me.

I work on my practice, trying to find what's wrong with my form. Until I hear this grating voice "Hey princess" a boy from Ares says.

He's been trying to get with me for a month. He's a know player, but he's so pretty. I force a smile on my face batting my eyes "hey, Christian" my voice suggestive and innocent.

Christian smirks watching my body "so how's everything going?" I turn my body away trying to focus on practice I mutter "alls fine, and you?"

He goes closer and closer until our bodies mesh together. I notice Luke glaring, I smirk making eye contact as I slightly grind against the boy.

Christian moans in my ear. I feel so icky, but if it gets on Luke's nerves I'll do anything. Luke walks over intimidating Christian with Luke looking furious despite his usual bubbly facade.

The boy who was practically needy for me becomes distant. Luke smiled "you mind if I take Valerie for a second Christian?"

Christian scoffs but nods, obviously disappointed that Luke came. Luke practically drags me away to Hermes cabin.

I huff "Luke where are you taking me? Let me go!" Trying to act like I'm mad but I'm enjoying this. Luke is extremely possessive over me.

Since I'm 'his girl' all we do is hook up though, can never actually be together...right? The cabin is empty, still messy and cluttered.

Luke pushes me onto his bed grunting "why was Christian practically fucking you out there?!" I whine being pushed down.

"He went to me, Luke it's not my fault!" I pout, yelping when he pulls down my small shorts.

He whispered "and wearing this shit? Your begging for me baby you know how I hate others seeing what's mine!"

I cackle "I'm 'yours?' You can't even be near me in public!!" He huffs "you know what I fucking mean Val"

Luke rubs my clothed clit, my purple panties drenched in arousal. I whine as my puffy pussy is rubbed by Luke.

Pulling down my panties he stares at my shirt angrily "fucking gods such a small shirt, baby it's like your trying to make me fuck you on the tables out there. I bet you'd like that huh? Letting everyone know who you belong to?"

I bite my lower lip whining, he unzips his jeans just enough to take out his dick. I moan at the sight, he's so needy. His tip a pretty pink.

Pre-cum leaks down his cock. It's been so long since we've done this. He pushes into me, not caring if I'm hurt or not.

Moaning my back arches, he fills me up so goodly, it's like he's made for me. His hips piston into my throbbing pussy.

Luke breathes out "been a long time so fucking tight for me babe." My back arches, and my toes curl. Sweat drips down my forehead.

It never takes him long to make me cum, it's been such a long time without cock I could cum in seconds I swear.

A tight feeling forms in my stomach, I'm so close. Luke fists my curls, pulling tightly. I moan and whine louder, showing him I'm close.

He goes faster if that's possible he growls "would he ever fuck you like this Val? Huh?" Me being fucked dumb I can't answer.

I shake my head no, a whimpering mess. My pussy tightens around his veiny dick. Making me cry out, Luke bites my shoulder.

He groans going harder, I love his sounds. They make him seem more human as he pounds into my dripping pussy.

I whine, back arching. I cry into his neck. "L-Luke I'm sorry! I won't talk to him ev-er again I swear I swear!!"

Luke only laughs feeling my squirt on his cock, he covers my mouth with his large hand "Quiet Val, don't want a camper to hear you hm?"

Lewd moans, and big slaps fill the cabin. After maybe 45 minutes I'm pretty sure I came 4 times, I'm so overwhelmed with pleasure.

I cry out "Luke I'm so-sory ple- n'more!!" I'm just mumbling words, stuttering and whining. Yet he keeps going. Luke whimpers "who do you belong to baby?"

Mumbling and crying I finally answer "you!! Luke C-Castellan I be-brlobg to you!!" He groans Cumming on my stomach, it's drooping down my sides from how long he's held in.

He lays his body on mine groaning. He kisses my cheeks, and neck for a while. We fall asleep both knowing we'll hate each other again in the morning...

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A/n: I hoped you liked this! It's so fun writing stuff like this bc sometimes I get butterflies from my own writing😭 who wants more Valerie?

[sebastianstanisahotmf]

Never alone

Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N This is a part of my 100 followers celebration. I'm sorry I'm posting these so late at night but it's the only time I've got to post them. I wrote this on my phone so there might be more mistakes. Also, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated.

THIS IS NOT AN 18+ FIC BUT I STILL FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH MINORS READING MY FICS SO PLEASE DNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR

Summary You get back from a mission and Bucky isn't in a good state.

DO NOT REPOST ON ANY OTHER APPS/WEBSITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.

Warnings Fluff, angst, crying, mentions of depression/ptsd

It was inevitable that Bucky was going to have good and bad days but today was worse than bad. He had never felt so alone.

You had been on a mission for 1 month now and Bucky was missing you a lot. You had called him the night before to tell him that you were only gonna be 2 more days but that didn't help. The constant nightmares made him feel so tired and depressed.

Bucky was halfway through making himself a cup of coffee when he heard the door open to your shared apartment. Before he could turn around, you were wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing kisses to his back.

"I missed you so much babe," you told him.

Bucky turned to face you, "I missed you too doll."

Bucky opened his arms and you hugged him. He buried his nose in your hair. You stood like that for a couple of minutes before you felt something wet on your hair and Bucky’s body tremble. You pulled back to see him crying.

"what's wrong babe?" you asked, cradling his face between your hands.

"I-I felt so alone while you were gone doll. I feel so stupid but the nightmares came back," Bucky sobbed.

You jumped up onto the nearest counter and opened your arms. Bucky walked over to you and rested his forehead under your chin while you rubbed his back.

The counter helped you be higher than Bucky so you could properly comfort him.

"shhh, you're not alone anymore and you're definitely not stupid. Your feelings are valid and you are allowed to cry babe," you whispered into his ear.

Bucky continued to sob into your chest for some time before the sobs turned into small sniffles and hiccups.

"I'm sorry doll for doing this to you. You're probably tired and me crying is the last thing you need right now," Bucky said looking down.

You put your hand under his chin to get him to look at you.

"I told you it's ok. The last thing you need to do is worry about me."

Bucky lifted you up and walked intp your shared bedroom. He placed you gently onto the bed and went into the closet to get a pair of boxers and a worn t-shirt . He knew how much you love wearing his clothes to bed.

You got changed and joined Bucky under the covers of your bed. You laid down with your arm out so Bucky could lay with his head on your breast.

"I thought you were gonna be a couple more days."

"Me to, but we got things done quickly. I'm sorry for not telling you, I just wanted it to be a surprise."

"it's thd best surprise I could ask for doll," Bucky looked up at you "when did you shower because you don't look like you've just come off a mission."

"I used one of the showers in the compound so I would be ready to go to bed as soon as I got here," you explained.

"I love you doll, so much, more than I could ever tell or show you," Bucky said, looking at you.

He leaned up to press a chased kiss to your lips.

"The same goes for you baby, I love you so much and I want you to know that you're never alone. I'm always a phone call away and if not I can promise you that I'll call you back as soon as I can."

"You're my world doll," Bucky mumbled with a smile in his face.

His eyes were getting heavy and he was welcoming the sleep which was something he hadn't done in a month. He knew that whenever you were there he was never alone and safe from the nightmares.

With that, he fell asleep, forgetting the coffee he was making himself in a pointless attempt to keep him from sleeping. Only thinking about how happy he was to have you home.

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[angelltheninth]

Can I ask some Octavinelle x gn!reader?

It can be whatever u want! Angst, fluffy, yandere, smut… I just want some Octavinelle, if you do, thank you in advance <3

I don't think I've done yandere for them before, I'll go with that.

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech x Reader

Tags: yandere behavior, forceful kissing, tracking, love bombing, emotional manipulation, cuddles, gaslighting, texting, stalking, love letters

A/N: Yandere goes so well with these three, a match made under the sea. And appropriate for MerMay.

YANDERE!AZUL

Doesn't threaten you nor is he violent with you, or anyone else for that matter

He doesn't need to be, he will wear you down slowly, sending you lots of love letters every day in fact

Always sitting next to you in class, paying more attention to you then to the professor and passing you more cute love notes

Insistent that you go to the upcoming dance with him, he even makes a contract for you to sign, which you find odd because you know what kind of deals Azul usually makes

It's not something to be taken lightly

When he sees how hesitant you are he asks you if anyone else asked you yet, knowing that they didn't, they'd signed his contracts long before

Because no one else asked you, because no one wanted to he tried to tell you that its because all of them know that they're not good enough for you, but he is, he has always been the perfect gentleman for you hasn't he? Yes, he has, he's been there for you every day

When you agree to go with him, he gives you the contract again, and you not realizing that you were signing your company to him, not just for the dance but for the rest of your life, sign it

YANDERE!JADE

Is an absolute sweetheart to you

You can't pinpoint why others are weary of him, he's always smiling at you, complimenting you and helping you out when you need it

Which somehow happens to be just when he's around. Something that he always attributes to his good timing, you can see him be cool

He always calls you to tell you good night and is clingy first thing in the morning, slinging his arm around you and kissing your cheek as a greeting

Not shy about PDA at all, he seems to rather enjoy when others see how in love the two of you are, almost as if he always plans it

Kissing you in the hallway, right before class begins, during gym class and holding your hand during lunch break

Constantly compliments you, he has a seeming endless amount of praise for you that he will throw at you whenever he feels like you're not giving him enough attention and then suddenly he will stop

He will never call it punishment but the silent treatment after so much loving words always feels you empty on the inside and you know you did something wrong and running to him to say you're sorry

YANDERE!FLOYD

Very heavy on the stalking and memorizing your scheduele

He always offers to walk you back to your dorm, just to make sure that no one weird follows you home, you know, other then him... that was a joke, you're supposed to laugh

Weather you want to kiss him or not you'll find his lips on yours, his tongue coaxing out a moan from you

Frequently takes you out on dates even when you're tired, always carrying you back to his bed and cuddling with you until morning

Pretty insistent on having dates at least twice a week but his favorite time if when school's out on Saturdays and Sundays so he can have you all to himself

Gaslights you quite a bit when you complain, saying how he feels hurt that you don't want to spend time with your boyfriend, even though he brushes off both his brother and his best friend to spend time with you

Its not like he's asking you to never go out with your friends, just let him know where you are

If that doesn't work and you don't call him he will find you pretty easily by tracking you through the shell necklace he bought you for your anniversary

[leohamatoblog]

More Headcanons: Personality Quirks

Leo:

• calm and collected but also very stubborn. it's his way or the high way until you prove him otherwise

• feelings aren't foreign but definitely aren't something he's particularly good at. he's guarded when he's confronted with someone who's heart is on their sleeve

• feelings, that being said, aren't a sign of weakness in his eyes. go ahead, be angry or be sad, but get it together cause shit needs done

• only truly comforting if you're full blown sobbing, and depending on your relationship, big bro leo or soft boyfriend leo come out

• best at de-escalation unless he's the one fighting with the other person

• hates, hates, hates being wrong (i don't make the rules) but weirdly not afraid to apologize for being wrong, in his own way of course

• he hates the word sorry and believes it's just a word. since he's a man of few words, he prefers to show he's sorry. (i've mentioned it before and i'll die on this hill, king of acts of service)

• can dish advice like it's candy but for the life of him can't take his own advice

• the patience of an absolute saint, unless you're one of his brothers

• confrontation is his middle name

• sarcastic but very thoughtful and very appreciative

• besides mikey, he gets the most depressed because he feels like his only identity is a leader at times

• he strikes me as the kind of guy that just comes up out of nowhere and says "need some help with that?"

• willing to try anything once, open minded to an extent if it's not dangerous

• extremely trustworthy and loyal

Raph:

• hothead but the most sensitive out of all the brothers. very quick to cry

• feelings, like mikey, are shown on his sleeve. he makes it everyone's problem

• bad at communication...that's all i gotta say on that

• unhealthy projector of feelings but is willing to hear tips on how to do better

• the type to start crying if you start crying

• not the most patient in the world but if you're new something he tries (keyword: tries) to be as patient as possible

• he gets awkward if he knows he hurt someone's feelings and has to apologize. very bad at words and not the best at showing he's truly sorry

• horrible at advice

• chronic gaslighter in some situations (i don't make the rules)

• he truly does try to better himself if you call him out on his bs, he's able to hold himself accountable..in his own way

• even though he's a hothead, once you start crying, immediately he stops. the first sight of your lip quivering and he's shut up cause he crossed the line and he knows it

• doesn't mind confrontation

• loyal, loyal, loyal

• type to hold a grudge forever and never forget

• the "where's my hug at" guy

Donnie:

• his intelligence is his strongest suite but sometimes it goes to his head...literally

• very awkward with feelings and has no idea what to do in situations that call for comfort

• unless he's very comfortable with you, he will send you to someone else if you're upset so he doesn't upset you more

• not emotional but also not not emotional

• doesn't like confrontation at all unless you're nice about it

• best at communication out of all the guys because if he's bothered, he makes it very known

• besides mikey, he's very easily manipulated

• chronic overthinker

• very insecure in his abilities as a ninja

• hates to talk about his feelings and bottles them up until he explodes

• not one to get angry but he is the passive aggressive king

• germaphobe (no elabortion...he just is)

• he's very kind and very helpful when the situation calls for it

• he's the most gentle of all the guys

• definitely on the spectrum (not sure which, but he's definitely on one)

Mikey:

• number one most emotional out of all the brothers and doesn't show it

• jokester but is able to have meaningful and deep conversations the best

• most empathetic and compassionate but too quick to trust

• explosive temper that only comes out when his family or friends are in life threatening danger

• feelings are worn on his sleeve and he isn't ashamed to show them

• boundaries are an extreme work in progress (do with that what you will)

• sometimes is unable to decifer when not to make a joke

• will take jokes as far as they'll go to the point where the offense level is very questionable

• apologizes until it gets incredibly annoying

• will never be afraid to share his opinion but will always be quick to point out the good

• he cries all the time with no shame

• actually a very analytical and extreme outside the box thinker

• the "i had him/her first" friend if you get into a relationship

• very good listener when needed, but selective hearing most of the time

• he has adhd. nothing further needed.

[stars-and-inkpots]

Ok- sorry I’ve never done this before. But I was wondering if you could do a Gale fic/ oneshot where tav/reader somehow finds a way to like remove his orb but instead of getting rid of it all together it goes to them? Like now they have the orb in their chest and they have like all the pain and the possibility of going boom? If not that’s completely fine- I just had that idea and I felt you’d be amazing for it! I hope you have an amazing day!<3

OKAY! I know I've been gone for like five months, but I finally got motivated again! (Those new patches have thrown me right back into my hyperfixation) I know this is so very very late, but I hope you enjoy! I really liked this idea, and it honestly might end of a part of a multi-chapter thing if I get around to it. This is set before the events of the game.

(p.s. it's 3 am and I haven't really read through this, so I'm sorry if there are some mistakes that I won't catch till I've slept)

What's Yours is Mine | Gale x Reader

After months of research, you finally find a way to get rid of the volatile orb in Gale's chest. Of course, things don't work out exactly the way you intend them to.

Pairing: Gale/Reader

Tags: hurt/comfort, angst, brief allusion to suicide(kinda?)

Ao3 Link: Baldur's Gate 3 Requests

Word Count: 1249

You know it isn’t going to be easy. It’s taken months of research, and even now as you look through the large practically ancient book, you aren’t entirely sure that this is going to work. Gale is sceptical too, he doesn’t want to get his hopes up. He also knows that when it comes to old magic like this, there is always the chance of something going wrong. It wasn’t like this was simple magic either. The nature of his condition is complicated and volatile, and this could easily cause problems.  

Gale sits in the centre of the chalk circle while you finish drawing the runes around it. 

“Are you sure about this, my love?” 

You’ve been talking in circles like this for the past twenty minutes while you’ve been preparing for the actual ritual. 

“Yes, Gale. We’re so close to a solution now.” You draw the final line of a rune and walk over to kneel in front of him. “I’m sure. If there’s a chance to help you, I want to take it.” You kiss his forehead and he gives you a small smile. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” 

“I’m sure,” he answers, and kisses you quickly before you stand again. 

With the circle of runes finished, you move to grab the book. The page you need is bookmarked, and you flip to it to study the words on the page once more. Between the lines are notes and annotations in both Gale’s and your own writing. You added reminders on how to pronounce some of the words, and Gale had marked the translation. You look at Gale once more, and he gives you a reassuring nod. 

You start reciting the lines from the book. Immediately, you can feel the air begin to buzz with magic. Three lines in, and you can taste copper, which is a common side-effect when it comes to older magic like this so it’s not too concerning yet. What is a little worrying, is the sheer amount of power you can feel moving through your body while you speak, and the slight purple glow that is spreading across your arms and steadily growing brighter. You chance a glance at Gale and notice that he too seems to be feeling the same effects. There’s a growing apprehension in both of you as you continue to speak the words on the page. By the time you reach the final line, the feeling is almost unbearable. It’s like the pressure in the room has increased tenfold, like a weight has been dropped on your shoulders and bears down on your lungs.

Once you utter the final word, everything seems to slow for a moment. 

Then you feel it. 

A horrible pain wracks through your body. You let out a scream. It feels like something is tearing open your chest- or is it clawing its way in? You can’t tell; you can’t think. Your vision is dark, and you aren’t sure if it’s because you’ve blacked out or because pain has forced your eyes shut. Everything feels cold, far, far too cold, but also so terribly hot. 

Finally, the pain lessens enough that you can take a full breath, though it is interrupted by a sputtering cough. When you eventually open your eyes again, you realise that at some point you must have fallen to the floor. You can feel Gale’s arms around you, he is shaking. 

“Did it work?” You ask, despite how much it hurts to speak. The burning feeling in your chest hasn’t entirely left yet. 

“That doesn’t matter. Are you okay?” 

You try to sit up and wince with the effort. Gods, your chest hurts. 

“I’ll be alright. Gale, did it work?” You ask again, looking for the tell-tale mark on his chest and neck. You find the scar still, skin sunken in some parts and raised in others, but it is no longer the usual, shimmering purple. Now, it just looks like a normal (save for the shape) scar. You smile, because at least the spell did its job. Then you see a look of horror cross Gale’s face. 

“No, gods no,” he whispers, tentatively brushing his fingers along your collarbone. You hiss in pain. It feels like he’s brushed his hands across a fresh burn. 

You bring your own hand up to feel the centre of your chest, and your stomach drops. You know the shape, having memorised it from the number of times you ran your hands across Gale’s scar. This spell worked, but not in the way it should have. 

“We have to do it again,” Gale stands, pushing a still shaky hand through his messy hair. He stares at the special candles that have already burnt far too low to make it through the ritual a second time, and lets himself believe that they will be enough. “I am not going to let you carry my burden like this. Get in the circle and I can start the ritual again.”

“You know that won’t work. The candles are out, and all the herbs and incense are burnt, not to mention the crystals. It will take ages to find those again.” You don’t blame him for this, no matter how much he might blame himself and how much he might want you to blame him. “I’ll be fine, Gale. You managed it for so long, and now it’s my turn. We’ll figure it out.” A part of you remembers what Gale said of his power and how the orb drained it, but you quickly silence those thoughts before you can worry too much about your own magic. 

“No. This wretched thing is the consequence of my mistake. I will not let you suffer through it. I can’t.” He’s kneeling in front of you again, cradling your face in his hands. “What if it becomes unstable? I can’t-” Gale tries and fails to keep his voice steady. “That cannot happen to you.” 

“And it would be better if it were to happen to you? It is fine for you to die with it?” You return, perhaps too harshly, but surely now he might understand how it felt to hear him say such things when it was him with the magic bomb in his chest. 

“I’m sorry,” is all he answers after a few moments of silence. You aren’t sure what exactly he’s apologising for, but you wrap your arms around him and rest your head on his shoulder. 

“We’ll figure this out. We always do. I promise.” The pain still hasn’t subsided completely. You can’t imagine how Gale has managed to grit his teeth and bear it on his worst days if this is how the orb feels when it is, more or less, stable. You feel him press a kiss to the crown of your head. “It’s like we always say, remember? What’s yours is mine.” The phrase was common between you two. It was one of the first things Gale had said when you moved into the tower with him. ‘What’s mine is yours,’ he had said with a grand sweeping gesture. Since then it has been used whenever either of you had to borrow something from the other, anything from books to warm wool sweaters you had no intention of returning anytime soon. It seems strange to say it now, but you hope it gets your point across regardless; by the slight shake of Gale’s chest as he laughs softly, you figure it has. 

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Could you do—Garten of Banban Characters reacting to WereGator!Reader going through the games events to find their nieces? (Same principle as a Werewolf, just with them being able to turn into an alligator. They can semi-shift sharper claws or more menacing eyes.)

Monsters are secretly intermingled with normal society. They just tend to stay out of sight or hide their otherness to blend in. Cause humans are crazy population wise to them, seriously eight billion?! No lone species wants to get that many humans ticked off/scared of them. Reader was really wary of letting their sister-in-law leave her daughters at the daycare. Sure, it catered to monster kids but something was always a bit off… Weregators have strong nurturing instincts when it comes to their or any family member’s kids. The worry was just brushed away as that being in overdrive…

Reader goes through the various puzzles a bit aggressively (never destroying anything outright but Banban can see them barely controlling their strength/shifts).

Oh I love this!! I'll just be doing 4 characters

.......

Banban

You had your suspicions about letting your nieces get dropped off at the kindergarten during "Bring-A-Friend Day".

Your sister-in-law didn't see the problem. Sure, the place was apparently creating living, breathing mascots and likely violating all moral/ethical codes in doing so...but she thought it was fine.

Lab-bred monsters interacting with the natural monsterkind living quietly in the outside world? Surely nothing could go wrong...

Until it did and you found yourself going to this place to find your two nieces.

They weren't even your own children, though as a weregator your nurturing instincts went into overdrive the moment you heard of their disappearance.

And it's for that reason you'd be....quite aggressive and direct in how you solved the strange puzzles throughout the facility.

Nothing pissed you off more than the drone--as sometimes it refused to cooperate.

You came close to smashing the controller numerous times.

You meet Banban after he tries knocking you out, but he's stunned when you barely flinch and tackle him, eyes turning reptilian, alligator claws growing on your hands, and patches of your skin turning to scales.

And you growl angrily, threatening his very existence.

But since he shares Untham's fascination with monsterkind, he just stares at you like you're some spectacle, totally fearless.

"My, what big claws you have....sorry, bad joke-"

"Shut it, "Banban"." You snarl. "Where are my nieces?! I swear if you did anything to them-"

"I've done nothing to them. In fact, I feel terrible about what's been going on here. And that's why I want to help you find them."

"You do..?" You blink. "Then why did you attack me?"

"It's hard to explain. Sometimes I lose control over myself...I truly am sorry about that. Now could you let me go? I think doing that will benefit both of us."

"...how?"

"I promise I'll help you the whole way. Believe me, I've tried helping others before you, but...they were humans. Held back by fear and lack of physical endurance. You, however, stand a chance. But you'll need some guidance. This place is huge, after all."

You were surprised by his offer, albeit cautious of his intentions.

In the end, you let him go as killing him wasn't gonna bring you anywhere closer to your nieces.

He oversees your journey and helps where he can, although he cringes when you damn near shatter the glass panels when solving certain puzzles or fully shift into your gator form when you're trying to fight of Nabnab....

Or when Banban turns into his "hellish" form and tries attacking you, with you leaving some pretty deep scratches on his skin.

Once he snaps out of it, he's like "omg you're just like me fr, we both have trouble taming the beasts within ourselves-"

You take full offense to that and remind him that you're both nothing alike.

Opila Bird Up

She basically fucked around and found out when she first confronted you.

Her screeches of intimidation turned to shrieks of fear the second you shifted into your gator form, causing her to stumble and fall into the abyss where the ball pit once was.

So for the most part..she left you alone after that.

Even Banban was impressed.

When you put her babies back into their nest, she's at first terrified that you were going to eat them....yet you had no intentions of doing so as you calmly greet her before leaving.

Even though she's been aggressive and instigated your transformation in the first place, you saw her younglings as you would your own.

You'd never think to harm them even though everything here so far has tried to harm you.

And soon a shaky alliance was formed, but only because you two shared the common instinct to protect your kin.

The turning point was when you saved Tarta and Opila from being crushed by Jumbo Josh--you literally held up his fist in your gator form so the couple could flee the fight.

Even he was shocked

That's when Opila knew you were someone who could be trusted to the fullest.

Ya'll know how some species of wading birds have gators as their "bodyguards"?

This is where you and her family are at right now. You'll fight tooth and nail to defend them.

She trusts you with her chicks and knows they're in good hands (or claws, rather).

Your end goal was still finding your nieces, but you'll save whatever children you could along the way. Human or monster or both.

Banbaleena

You weren't inclined to sit in some uncomfortable plastic chair and get schooled by this "teacher".

First she saved you from Opila Bird and now she's basically holding you hostage, confiscating your drone.

At this point you're over it. You're wasting precious time here when your nieces could be in serious trouble.

When Banbaleena threatened to tear you into pieces the next time you're "late", you snap right back at her with "how about I tear you into pieces instead?"

As you say this, you show your claws, scales, and reptilian eyes so she knew exactly what she was dealing with.

Suddenly her strict demeanor goes away and she puts you at the "mean kids" table right away.

You suspected her donor feared monsterkind, a trait that was transferred directly to her, as she keeps stuttering when giving the next lesson and deciding you're correct even if you pressed the "wrong" answer.

She can't even look you in the eye and shakily asks you to be gentle with the tape recorders.

Yet she still calls you a "bad student" for leaving and attempts to give chase, but it doesn't last long and she gives up rather quickly.

She hasn't dealt with anyone who stood up to her and lived to tell the tale.

Especially a weregator.

Bittergiggle

He's not intimidated by you in the slightest.

You could partially-shift or even fully shift into your weregator form and this jester will find ways to make jokes out of it.

Besides stopping you from interfering with his plans to make the queen laugh, his goal is to make you laugh, too.

He knows killing you by himself is no longer feasible so he's gonna be an annoying mf who stalls you with bad jokes.

"What do you call an alligator examining a crime scene? An investi-gator!!"

"What's the difference between a crocodile and an alligator? You'll see one in a while, and you'll see the other later!"

When you don't laugh, it just irritates him a lot and he storms away.

He sets Kittysaurus upon you and is shocked when you manage to subdue her with ease.

Not by letting her ram into the walls over and over, but by throwing her into those walls/buttons yourself.

Never did you think you'd wind up in this situation when all you wanted was answers as to where your nieces went....

But you'll be damned if you let some clown and dino-cat hybrid stop you from finding them.

It's actually quite funny when you come back to the kingdom's throne room and see Bittergiggle throwing an absolute FIT because you once again stopped him from telling his joke to the queen.

And I mean stomping, waving his arms, hitting the floor, etc. Just a full-blown tantrum.

"Wow, even my nieces are more mature than you smh"

[be-lovas]

Serendipity- part 2

How can I apologize for these months of inactivity??? omg guys i'm SO sorry....... I spent the whole summer working on my master thesis so I got carried away from this but I am back now!!! I've tried to tag everyone who asked me to do so, tell me if something's wrong with the tags &lt;;33

Warnings: some men being dicks (but what's new), loose proofreading (I really suck at this I'm sorry), reader's bit sad, helaena being a sweetie

(Flashbacks are in italics) previous part - next part

"Tell me it is a farce, Aemond. I beg of you."

Alicent is on the verge of tears: she thinks of Rhaenyra and how she must be feeling. The loss of a child. She also feels sad for the boy himself, because although he was a bastard, he was merely a child. A feeling of regrets washes over her as she recalls that night in Driftmark, when she wanted to claim his eye for Aemond's lost one.

Aemond does not say a word. He does not feel the courage to do so. He never killed someone before. He has always thought that killing someone wouldn't do anything to him. Yet, to take someone's life,despite the someone being the boy who took his eye, procures him no satisfaction and no sense of justice. All he can think of is his nephew's body hurtling into the sea foam.

Aemond solely waits for everyone's anger, but not everybody seems angry. His mother definitely is, but his Grandfather and Aegon do not seem furious. Otto Hightower seems worried, because he has known Daemon for a long time, and he knows having him against you is not a luxury. Aegon is simply trying to supress a smile at the corner of his lips.

"Well done, brother," he comments.

"We need to secure Aegon's position," Otto eventually says, ignoring Aegon's comment.

Alicent lets out a histerical laugh, unable to control her nerves. "I believe Aemond just did that by killing one of Rhaenyra's heirs, Father."

"By marrying Aemond and Daeron off to great houses from the Realm."

"I chose Floris Baratheon," Aemond intervenes. "I intend to perform my duty."

He does not want to marry her, but he always promised himself to do his duty regarding his family. He has always seen Aegon minimizing his and wandering around the Silk Streets as he has always had the heavy duty of potentially becoming King someday. Aemond hates the fact that his brother tarnishes this honor, and he does not intend to do the same.

"We must find someone else," explains Otto.

"Perhaps the Dornish Princess? They might send troops in exchange," Alicent offers.

"They would rather die than openly take part in this war," Ser Criston comments, stepping up into the conversation for the first time since they entered the Great Hall.

"The Lannisters do not have any female child. Same goes for House Tyrell."

"What of the North?" Aegon suggests, and everyone goes quiet.

The North is ostracised. Its people may be a part of the Realm, but they do not identify as the rest of the Country. Otto Hightower has always seen them as a group of savages that attempt to appear civilized while hiding their gods in forests. However, Otto Hightower has always granted them their blinded loyalty towards each other and their considerable army.

"Rickon Stark swore loyalty to Rhaenyra," Alicent hastens to say. "He would never break his oath."

Her voice is unequivocal. She does not appear to acknowledge what she just suggested, but Otto does and gives Ser Criston a sidelong look.

"Rickon Stark is dead, My Queen."

-

You slowly emerge from sleep and keep your eyes closed, afraid not to recognise the ceiling of your chambers in Winterfell and to have the confirmation that you are indeed into your personal purgatory. You're feeling uncomfortable, and you remember that you're still wearing your wedding gown from yesterday. Worse, you realise you are alive. You thought that you would be dead by sunrise, but your husband finds it was not an express necessity to get you executed for mocking him.

A soft knock on your door startles you, and as if you were scared to be caught doing something wrong, you quickly get off your bed. You allow them entering and when the door opens, you are relieved to see that it is just a young servant.

"Good morning, my Lady. Queen Helaena and the Dowager Queen would like you to join them for tea," she indicates.

You rub your hands on your gown, looking at your dress before glancing back at her. None of you says anything, but you are positive that she has definitely understood your husband and you did not fulfill your marital duties last night.

"I will fetch a maid to help you get dressed, my Lady," she bows and leaves without expecting a reply, and you feel sick at the hearing of the way she adresses you.

-

As your feet obediently follow the maid who came to wake you up this morning through the dungeon's hallways, you gradually realise where you have been taken: in some of the books of the Winterfell library, the fortress is described as being so high that not even the three original dragons could penetrate the walls. The stone that built the tower was more refined than the stone of Winterfell's walls: in the North, everything is more raw. Here, everything seems shaped and moulded.

Your feet mechanically come to a full stop when your eyes spot something very familiar: an heart tree. You think of the leaf your brother gave you before leaving Kings Landing, claiming that the gods will travel South in order to protect you. For the first time since you got here, you somehow still feel close to home.

Just as you were expecting to have tea in the Dowager Queen's chamber (which you know too little about), Anna, Queen Alicent's servant, takes you to the court garden, which you did not know existed until now. When you arrived, you thought you would have to live within four walls and never see vegetation as far as the eye can see again. To your great surprise, you find the garden delightful and it is, in your eyes, a breath of fresh air in this fortress that seems far too anxiety-provoking.

When you see the Queen and her mother sitting at the table among the flowers, you force yourself to smile and slowly approach, a servant pulling the chair out for you to sit on. Before doing so, you make a brief curtsy to greet them.

"Good morrow, goodsister," Helaena is the first to greet you.

If you have prejudices about all of Aemond's family and Aemond himself, you have none about his sister. On the contrary, she seems very kind and gentle. It doesn't surprise you that you've heard that she is very popular with the people of Kings Landing.

"Your graces," you reply, verbally greeting Alicent simulteanously.

On her lap sits a small boy with silver hair. The child is eating a sweet without caring about what is going on around him.

"Did you sleep well?" Alicent asks, and you see her eyes drift to her maid for half a second.

Anna must surely have told her that she found you in the same dress as yesterday when she came into your room this morning. If she hasn't already, she's probably giving her a little nod, letting Alicent know that things didn't go as planned.

"Uh, I—"

"I was told you bled last night. Do not worry, it is completely normal. It means the wedding has been accepted and granted by the gods," she smiles, cutting you off. "You were saying?"

Words struggle to come out of your mouth. No one has checked your sheets because the only people who have been in your room have guessed that you were not deflowered by your husband last night. Or maybe it's just a set-up by the Queen Mother so that people around can witness her words, and thus seal this marriage. Whatever it is, you don't stand in her way.

"I slept well, thank you," you evasively reply while nodding your head.

"I have not yet seen Aemond. He usually stops by to greet the children before starting the day. Do you happen to know where he has gone?" Helaena asks you, wiping off some crumbs from the boy's mouth. "Maelor has been asking for his uncle since he woke up."

In all honesty, you do not care about Aemond's whereabouts. You'd rather not have to see him. Given the short but heated exchange the two of you had last night, you feel it would be better for both of you if you two come across each other as little as possible, it will make this marriage easier to bear.

"He has not spoken to me about it. I—"

Maelor's voice prevents you from finishing your sentence. The little boy flaps around on his grandmother's lap while babbling words you don't understand.

"Aemond!" Helaena stands up quickly, almost running towards her brother. "Where have you been?"

If Helaena looks excited to see her brother, the Queen Mother's features cannot say the same thing. Sitting across from you, you see the Queen's features harden, which tingles and causes you to turn around to see what could the cause of such a change in Alicent's humour.

Opposite you is Aemond accompanied by a woman. Not a young woman like you. A mature woman.

You analyse her without shame: slender, with hair as black as berries and an unmatched beauty. She is incredibly beautiful. You feel her gaze on you with an air of competitiveness, as if she is trying to challenge you.

Then it strikes you, and you find yourself wanting to laugh, feeling foolish for not understanding Aemond's words last night.

My heart will never be yours.

It can never be yours because it belongs to someone else.

Somehow, you find the empathy to feel bad for him. You did not want this union because your heart did not choose it and it was forced on you. Aemond did not want this union, or the union originally planned with one of Borros Baratheon's 4 daughters, because his heart belongs to her and as strong as his words were towards you yesterday, you feel some semblance of sorrow for him.

"Mother," Aemond greeted his mother with a nod. Then, just like a child afraid to be grounded, he glances at you. "Wife."

It still sounds off to hear this word. It still seems odd to consider yourself married, you do not really feel married. But that is only because all your life, you've pictured marriage in a very different way.

"Husband," you mutter as you swivel around on your chair to get back into your original position.

Facing you, Alicent's features harden even more as she keeps her eyes on her son, who sits silently at the table. The mysterious lover imitates him, searching for the Queen Mother with her eyes.

"Would you have the decency to tell me who this woman is?" Alicent's tone is cold and firm, and she doesn't bother to address the main interested party.

Alicent Hightower is known as far north as Westeros for her dexterity in matters of good behaviour. She didn't experience love during her marriage, but she always put on a good show. Inviting a lover to the royal table does not seem to be a decision she considers wise.

"This is Lady Alys Rivers," Aemond introduces, Alys reacts with a gentle smile. He's now playing with Maelor on his lap, the boy running to his uncle as soon as he saw him.

You level up your eyebrows at the mention of her name. Rivers. A bastard of House Strong. You exchange glance with Helaena, not that she realises the gravity of her brother's action, but she seems as uncomfortable as you are, and it selfishly soothes you.

Then all eyes set on Alicent as she lets out uncotrollable giggles, which makes her grandson laugh. "Lady Alys Rivers," she says, more to herself than anyone else.

"It is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, your Grace."

Her voice is smooth and seductive. If Aemond wasn't a Prince, you would have wondered how she could have laid an eye on him: not that Aemond is a bad-looking person, but his personnality is not attractive at all. He is not a talkative person and does make you feel uncomfortable if your presence is not wanted. While Alys Rivers seems to be a very seductive woman, both with men and women.

She knows she does not fit in whatever plan the Queen Mother has planned for her son, but she tries her best to earn the lesser part of respect Alicent could someday accord her.

Alicent forces a thin smile before adressing Aemond once again: "may I speak to you?"

Not waiting for Aemond's answer, she immediately gets up and vaguely excuses herself, Aemond on her footsteps.

The life that has forced itself to you does not seem real. You feel like you are watching a play where the plot evolves around people close to you, but you do not intervene in any part of this plot.

"Aemond spoke a lot about you, your Grace," Alys tries to reach Helaena, who is far away in her thoughts. In fact, she simply reacts by smiling slightly, her eyes focused on the lemon cake displayed on the table.

Maelor, who seems to feel his mother's anxiety, surprisingly reaches out for you and for a moment, you do not really understand how the boy has grown fond of you, but you eventually let him sit on your lap, whispering some words to his ear.

"The whole North heaps praise on your beauty, and I now see why," she says, and you do not look up right away, focused on Maelor's babbling and truthfully thinking that the compliment was meant for Helaena. But when you do, you see that she is staring at you.

You do not really how to respond. Should you compliment her as well? Strike up a conversation? Ask her why is she complimenting the wife of her lover?

"Thank you," you timidly say, not really comfortable with the situation. The only thing that makes your anxiety lessen is Maelor, not having any idea of what is going on right now and eating his lemon cake slice.

-

You feel imprisoned in the middle of a play. Someone else's play.

Your days are very similar to one another: you get up, get dressed, join Queen Alicent and Helaena in the gardens where you eat, you wander in the gardens for the whole afternoon and spend some time near the heart tree before getting supper, where Aemond and his lover sometimes grant you the privilege to eat with them, before going back to your chambers.

Not that your days in Winterfell were very special, but it is home. Was home.

Your mother and brother are still not back in Winterfell. The trip is difficult and long, but your mother keeps you informed whenever they stop by in a place that she considers safe for them.

The rare moments when you have to get out of your chambers, you do your very best to avoid everyone from the Greens, except for Helaena and her children. Helaena is very often lost in her own thoughts, but she is very nice to you when she tries to have a conversation. As for the children, you appreciate their unawareness and their innocence as you watch them play together.

Maelor has turned out to be your favorite one out of the three children: not that she intends to, but Helaena's favors for the twins is undeniable, and the youngest Prince seems almost naturally to seek comfort in your presence. In truth, you somehow seek comfort in the boy's company, too: you've grown fond of him, and he is now following you for the most part of the day, for the greatest pleasure of Alicent.

Alicent has been plotting to remove Alys from the court since the day she arrived, but it does not seem to be effective. Whenever she leaves, Aemond leaves with her. Your relationship with Aemond consists of avoiding each other, and greeting the other by a timid nod when the encounter becomes inevitable.

But now, as you are wandering in the streets of Kings Landing hiding your clothes under a cloak and you just happened to chance upon your dear husband, he too hidden under a cloak but easily recognizable with his eyepatch, you are both surprised to meet the other one in such a place.

"My Prince," you eventually say, growing uncomfortable with the heavy silence between you. You discreetly hide the ink you just bought below your cloak.

This is the first time you go outside the walls of the Red Keep. You have grown curious about the City after watching it from your window and just as you wanted to send a letter to your brother in all discretion, you have decided to take the plunge.

"What are you doing here?"

The bluntness of his question catches you offguard. You let out a humourless laugh.

"I could ask you the very same question."

You do not consider yourself arrogant, not at all. You would rather say confident. But Aemond carries a certain look on his face that irritates you as soon as he lands his eye on you.

You expect him to answer with a vile comment about whatever thing he can hurt your feelings with, but he simply replies: "I live here. This is merely a morning walk."

Your eyebrows raise at the reply, noting that Aemond does not even try to sound convincing. He simply does not wish you to know about his whereabouts around the streets of Kings Landing.

"Is there a piece of advice you would give to someone who has never been to Kings Landing before?" You ask him, feigning innocence, too.

Around you, people cross the street without even giving a second glance to the two of you, too busy in trying to find the suitable item among the many street merchants.

"Avoid Flea Bottom at all cost," he tells you, "unless you wish to end up dead or raped."

"I meant advice about the shops," you specify, remembering you were speaking to Aemond Targaryen.

"I think you do not need my advice, as you already found what you were looking for," he nods at your cloak, and you cannot help but frown. You quickly try to hide your ink more astutely under your cloth, hoping that he is bluffing and that he hasn't seen the item like he pretends.

"There is no need. I saw you coming out of that bookseller, and a book wouldn't have fit under that cloak," he points out, attempting to soothe the smirk forming on his lips without much success.

You think of something to say to persuade him this isn't what he thinks it is, but quickly surrender when you spot the way his lips twitch into a smirk.

"Are you following me?" You ask, struggling to hide your growing anger.

"I wasn't, but the gods seem to be protective over some Northern newcomers."

You snort slightly, doing your best not to roll your eyes. His gods would certainly not protect you. On the opposite, they would gladly send you to their supposedly hells: you wonder which one you would belong to.

"By sending you?" You raise your brows, displaying your doubts.

This is the longest exchange your husband and yourself have done since the two of you were married, and Aemond's clenching jaw and your growing impatience for his lack of response show how you aren't a matching pair: you're asking too many questions and his answers are to evasive.

"My Mother would like to speak with you," he announces, stepping forward and you stumble lightly at the move. "I shall make sure you join her in the Sept."

The second you were told that you would marry him and therefore move to Kings Landing, you knew your beliefs would be jeopardized. Indeed, the folk on the southern part of Westeros isn't fond of the old gods, especially with a Dowager Queen who venerates the newly seven. You knew your love for the old gods wouldn't be welcomed here, but you still kept them close to your heart by paying a visit to the weirwood tree in the fortress.

"The Sept?"

Aemond stops in his tracks as he hears the sound of your voice, and even though he is standing with his back to you, you can see the top of his body slowly rise and fall, probably because he is sighing.

"Come," he simply tells you, though it is rather a command.

You reluctantly follow him through the crowd piled up in the different streets of the city. He seems to know it like the back of his hand, and you wonder how many times he wandered throughout it for him to know every single corner of every single street.

Aemond does not need to inform you that you have reached the Sept when you are in front of it, as the tall and imposing building speaks for itself.

You wonder why Alicent wishes to see you, and especially why it cannot wait until she's finished praying to her gods. Will she force you to pray with her? Does she want you to admit that you do not believe in the same gods as herself and her son?

As Aemond grips the door handle of the Sept, the movement allows you to have a glimpse of the underside of his cloak and you notice some sort of herb sachets underneath. Yet, you make no comment and enter the building silently, your husband holding the door for you.

"Lady Stark," your hear Alicent's voice echo through the sept, and you spot where she is knealing. She is in front of an imposant statue where candles are lit all around. You would lie if you say that there isn't something comforting in the silence emaning from the Sept. Outside of these walls, Kings Landing seems to never be quiet: including when you couldn't sleep during the hours of the night, you could hear the wandering guards trying to speak lowly outside of your doors.

You carefully walk towards the Dowager Queen as you see she does not move, waiting for you to come over.

"Your Grace," you slightly bow your head, hands clasped in one another.

"Join me, please," she smiles at you, and you see her hand patting the empty space next to her.

You attempt to hide the discomfort you feel towards her invitation: you do not wish to get on your knees to pray the Seven, but this is clearly an invitation in order to test the waters.

Having her on your side is essential if you consider leaving this place someday: from what you have understood since you arrived here, she is Aemond's safeguard from madness. She would be the one reasoning him if he tries to put your life at risk, not because she is a decent person that took a liking of you, but because she is a good manners woman.

You reluctantly kneel beside her, your eyes wandering around the ceiling before staring at your knees.

"Do you often pray, my dear?" She asks, handing you a votive candle that isn't yet lit up.

"I do, your Grace," you respond, moving the candle nearer the fire of those already burning. Once your candle catches fire, you delicately set it down next to the others. As you catch Alicent setting her gaze on you, you do your best to keep your composure and to prevent your hands from shaking.

Then she lets out a sigh. "I've always wondered about the religious habits of people from the North. It is said that many still believe in the old gods."

You're tempted to say something, but the end of her sentence does not sound as the end of a speech, so you let your sentence die and keep silent.

You see her smile, but the smile doesn't reach her eyes. "They are proud and loyal people. Loyal to their roots and to their oaths."

"Indeed," you answer, not sure where she wants to lead this conversation.

"You see, I fear for those people," she lets out a sigh. "Have you heard of the Shepherd?"

You say no with your head. "See, this man is out there, trying to persuade the people of Kings Landing that the King does not represent the Faith of the Seven."

You listen carefully. Aegon is indeed not a very accurate representation of the Faith: marrying his sister and therefore breeding incestuous children is a sin, whether in the Faith of the Seven as in the eyes of the Old Gods. You also learned that he was very often visiting the most luxurious brothels of Kings Landing: his bastards must be running freely around the streets of the city.

"He is setting the common folk against its ruler," you comment, getting where she wants to lead you.

"It is our duty, I as the Dowager Queen and you as the King's good sister to show the people our devotion to our gods."

This is why she wanted me here, you think. So that you could be seen entering the Sept.

"People are everywhere. Around the streets, outside the gates but also within the Keep," she explains, and you understand her innuendo.

No more visit to the heart tree.

"We must be irreproachable. You must seem beyond reproach," she cautiously says, softly gripping your arm. You glance at her hand on your arm, and all you can see is her bitten and chapped fingers. "Do you understand, my dear?"

The Targaryens are in danger, but so are you. You're all threats in the eyes of this Shepherd.

"I do, Your Grace."

-

Since the Queen Dowager has expressly asked you to be convincing in your role as follower of the new gods, you thought you'd start by paying homage to the Mother, reason why you're currently heading to the Tower of the Hand to discuss the idea with the man.

However, your good brother has decided otherwise as he comes the other way, flashing a smile as he takes you in.

"Lady Stark," he calls out. "We haven't got the time to discuss yet."

"Your Grace," you bow, returning a shy smile. "Sadly we have not."

You would have been happy not to change the course of things, but you've noticed that Aegon likes annoying people and does not prevent himself.

Aegon Targaryen is a strange man. You sometimes see him wandering through the halls of Maegor's Holdfast struggling to walk straight, a cup of wine in one hand. He is not the man crafted to be King, you would even say that the crown he is wearing does not even fit around his many white curls.

"Is Kings Landing to your liking?" He asks.

"Though it is not very similar to Winterfell, I find myself liking it, Your Grace," you lie.

"I am content you're happy here," he says, dismissing his guards by a handwave. You look at the two guards retreating, leaving you and the King alone. You instinctively look down, somehow uncomfortable with the mere thought of you two alone.

"What of my brother?" Aegon questions and you look up to find him taking two steps forward.

You do not really know how you should respond: given the undeniable satisfaction your marriage to Aemond gave to Aegon, the two brothers do not seem to get along.

"What of your brother, Your Grace?"

"Is he kind to you? Is he treating you well?"

"He is, Your Grace," you lie. "We are getting a-"

"Do not lie to me, goodsister," he interrupts, his eyes boring into yours as you feel his hand grazing the skin of your cheek. "Lying to a king is not a wise thing. Don't you think?

You feel your face flashing red. He can sense your uncomfort, but does not seem to care.

He wants to make you feel uncomfortable. He wants you to know he has the upper hand and could do anything he wishes to you.

"There is no need to be ashamed, Lady Stark. Perhaps I could show you how-"

"Your Grace."

The voice calling out Aegon instinctively makes you close your eyes, relief invading your whole being as you hear footsteps approaching.

"Brother," Aegon's hand beats a hasty retreat from your face and he smiles, but his smile does not reach his eyes. "I was just discussing with your dear wife."

"The Lord Hand is waiting for Lady Stark and myself in his study."

Not without some courage, you slowly step backwards until you are nearly standing next to Aemond. He does not look at you, he is staring at his brother in silence. You could almost find the silence uncomfortable: turns out you're to stunned to notice the uncomfort of the scene.

"Of course, he probably wishes to speak to you about Casterly Rock," Aegon explains and you furrow your brows, displaying your ignorance. What is it to know about the Lannisters' home?

"Please do give Daeron my regards, will you?" Aegon says to his brother.

Aemond does not make any comment but simply bows and you imitate him, a breath you didn't know you were holding escaping your lips when you see Aegon going backwards and eventually turning around.

Aemond seems to finally notice your presence and turns to you. His eye is scanning your face, searching for any trace of harm Aegon might have left. Only when he hears you sighing of relief do his features slightly soften.

Then, without being aware of the words leaving your lips, you whisper: "I am sorry."

You do not really comprehend the reason of your apologises. Perhaps it is for your recklessness. Perhaps for his affair with Alys Rivers that will never flower the way he wants it to do so, or even for your mere and arranged marriage. You do not actually know, but you feel the need to say so.

Nodding his head, he simply responds: "come, my Grandsire wishes to speak to us."

You have quickly noticed that he isn't a very talkative person, so you aren't surprised when you don't receive a formal reply. But for the first time since your marriage, you almost feel at ease standing next to him.

-

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[kaminocasey]

Joyride Part 2

Summary: Can you talk your way out of trouble or are you going to go head to head with Cad Bane? Will you get that shower with Hunter that he promised???

Pairing: Hunter x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Smut, Angst, Unprotected P in V (wrap it up friends), shower sex, Fluff AND Smut AT THE SAME TIME???? Romantic!Hunter.

WC: 4.5K

A/N: Sorry this took a hot ass minute. I hope I made up for it though. I've been thinking about this man literally NONSTOP.

Part One │ Taglist Form

Six months ago.

“Kriff… There’s no way out…” Hunter grunts, shining his flashlight throughout the room.

You put your hand up to shield your eyes as he shines it in your direction, turning around and then notice something you’d all missed.

“If there’s no way out of this building, then where are they headed?” You ask Hunter as you nod toward the large womp rats scurrying through the room behind some crates.

You quickly walk over and start pushing them out of the way, Wrecker quickly coming to move the heavier ones for you. You smile up at the large man, pleased, when you find a large enough opening that’s definitely going to be your way out. 

“What, do you want a cookie?” Hunter asks and you shoot him a glare. 

“Asshole.” You mumble under your breath, knowing he can hear you anyway.

“Ignoring that.” He whispers in your ear, as he walks past to inspect the opening. 

You ignore the slight warmth that runs from head to toe from his low, gruff voice. Ugh. Hunter truly irritates you so much, it's a wonder either of you get anything done.

“Let’s get moving.” Hunter tells the group and once everyone goes through the opening down into some sort of sewer system, Hunter offers his hand to help you down, tilting his helmet at you. 

You bat his hand away and jump. But you can’t help but wonder what his hand would feel like in yours.

Present, Lower Levels of Coruscant

“If you touch her, I will rip your throat out.” Hunter’s voice brings you back to the present. You’re still on the garage floor, you realize, your muscles still not strong enough to pull you up just yet. When you try to open your eyes, you feel a cool finger trace down your bare neck and you understand now that Hunter was speaking to whoever the owner of the finger was. 

“I told you, one wrong move and I’ll blast her, didn’t I?” A low drawled voice speaks, evenly and calmly. “Now, you’re going to tell me where Cid is and I’m gonna let this pretty little thing go and then you two can be on your way.” 

You know that voice… And with knowing that voice, you know you’ve met your match. 

Cad Bane… Of course. Why not make your life harder? Maker, you really hate being stunned. 

“Nevarro.” You finally open your eyes, looking up at him. “She’s on Nevarro.” 

“Ah, little lady’s awake.” Cad Bane pulls you up by your dress strap and Hunter struggles against the two men holding him back. 

“Relax.” You whisper quiet enough that Cad can’t hear you but you know that Hunter can.

He stops struggling and settles, looking at you with an expression of concern. 

“Proof?” Cad asks.

“She’s making a trade deal with Arua Stullie. Something about Imperial weaponry.” You lie as coolly as you can. 

“And what does Arua Stullie want with Imperial weapons?” Cad holds the blaster to your neck and Hunter looks like he’s seriously about to run for Bane and rip his teeth out. 

You’ve never seen Hunter look so furious. Hunter isn’t a good liar though. It’s definitely one of his biggest flaws. In fact, none of the Batch are good at lying. Almost humorously so. Except right now. 

Lucky for you, Cid taught you how to lie, steal, cheat, gamble, etc. Basically anything that a morally good person wouldn’t do, you were taught the opposite.

“Arua’s planning an attack on some Imperial vessel. Cid came into the weapons yesterday from some rogue Mandos. Don’t know much more than that.” You shrug, keeping your voice steady.

“That true, handsome?” Cad asks Hunter.

Hunter nods, still glaring, and Cad’s quiet for a moment before letting your dress strap go and dropping you to the floor. 

“Alright. I believe you.” Cad sighs. “You can go.” 

“Wow, thanks so much for your incredible hospitality.” You glare up at him as Hunter rushes to you.

“Next time you plan on crossing my path, don’t.” Cad warns you.

It’s not that you’re necessarily afraid of Cad Bane. He’s just serious about his money and you probably should count yourself lucky that he let you go. 

“Yeah, no worries.” You grunt. 

Cad and whoever these thugs are make out like bandits and Hunter looks at you for a moment, searching your eyes as he gently cups your face. His hands are so warm against your skin. Or maybe your cheeks are warm from the way he’s looking at you so softly right now. 

“Are you alright?” He whispers.

You nod. “I’m fine.” 

“You ever lie to me like that?” He smirks. “You’re scarily good at it.” 

“Not necessarily.” You grin and he rests his forehead against yours. “I have no reason to lie to you, sarge.”

When he stands up, he helps you up and then leads you into the Marauder, shutting the hatch and locking it. You look at him curiously as he guides you back toward the shower. 

“You’re so brave, it never ceases to amaze me.” He pushes you up against the durasteel wall next to the fresher, nuzzling his nose against your neck, breathing you in.

Your breath hitches in your throat as he places a soft kiss to your neck and he lets out a breathy laugh, smiling. 

“Can I admit something?” He asks, quietly.

“Of course.” You whisper, afraid if you move, this moment will go away.

“When we’re in tough… or scary… spots on missions, I listen to your heartbeat to calm myself. It’s rarely ever above 65 beats per minute… You’re always so calm in tricky situations.” He admits, pulling away to look at you.

That’s funny because you feel like your heart is beating right out of your chest. “And now?”

You place his hand over your heart and he kisses you. You rest your hand on his neck, pulling him closer as his free hand grips your hip.

“One-ten.” He smiles against your lips.

“Yeah, that checks out.” You laugh.

Hunter grins and then opens the fresher door, pulling you inside. 

“Permission to take this off?” He whispers, trailing his fingers down the silk material. 

You nod, looking up into his warm brown eyes. “Please.” 

He smiles and then turns you around so you’re facing the sink, looking at yourself in the mirror with him behind you. 

“Pretty dress, by the way. I regret not telling you that before the casino mishap.” He smirks at you in the reflection of the mirror. “You look absolutely beautiful.”

“Thanks.” You feel yourself go warm in the face. “Earlier… my dress slid up my thigh a little bit and you walked away.”

“Yeah, I got fucking hard and thought I was gonna lose it…” He whispers in your ear, kissing just below it.

Goosebumps trail down your entire body as his fingers slide your zipper down. He notices as he runs his fingers down your bare back and a full shudder ripples through your body.

“Nervous?” He murmurs. His eyes stare into yours in the mirror.

You shake your head and he lets the fabric fall to the floor. 

“And here I was thinking you were a good liar.” He turns you around and lifts you up, sitting you on the sink. 

“You caught me.” You whisper, smiling softly.

His lips capture yours again and you moan against his. Hunter’s hands grip your thighs in the most delicious way and you find yourself never wanting him to let go of you. 

“Don’t be nervous, cyar’ika. I’ve got you.” He promises you, softly.

“I trust you.” You promise him back.

Trust is a big thing for you. You think he knows that. 

“You’re too clothed.” You murmur against his lips. “You’re right.” He agrees, pulling away to unbutton his shirt, revealing his gold chain and the continued skeleton tattoo that travels down his torso, disappearing into his pants. 

You gulp loudly, even to your own ears and judging by his smirk as he looks down while undressing, you know he heard it too.

“I knew it.” You gasp when he starts to pull his pants down, revealing the femur tattoo that descends into a fibula tattoo and down to his foot. 

“Knew what?” He looks up at you finally, his brown eyes making you go hot all over.

“That the skull tattoo wasn’t just a skull. I figured that it probably-” You start babbling but he cuts you off by crushing his lips to yours. 

You moan softly against his lips and he starts to pull your underwear down. The moment they hit the floor, he inhales and grips your thighs roughly.

Oh… he smells you, doesn’t he? Fuck… why is that so hot?

Oh fuck, can he always smell you when you’re-

“You have no idea what you do to me…” His lips find your neck, breaking you out of your thoughts, and then your shoulder, and then he’s pushing you back slightly so his lips can latch onto your pert nipples, begging for attention. 

With one hand still gripping your thigh, he reaches into the shower and starts the water. Honestly, you didn’t know the man could multitask so well. The thought makes you chuckle and he lets go of your nipple with a ‘pop’ and looks down at you with a quirked eyebrow.

“What’s funny?” 

“Nothing.” 

He nods, clearly unconvinced, with a mischievous look in his eyes. “Right.”

His hand that was gripping your thigh moves over slightly, down toward your bare warmth and your breath hitches again. 

“Hunter.” 

“Mmhm?” His fingers slide further down and his eyes are still watchful of yours.

“What are you doing?” You smile softly.

“Tell me what’s funny.” His fingers slide slowly over your wet folds, barely entering you, but enough to make you clench around nothing.

“It was nothing.” You try to tell him, knowing if you tell him the truth, he very well might stop. 

“Suddenly… You’re a very,” His finger grazes your clit. “bad liar.” 

You whimper, biting your lip, trying to hold out. For what, at this point, you don’t know. What’s he going to give you for telling the truth? 

“I was just entertained by your ability to multitask.” You gasp when his thumb presses against your clit harder. “W-with turning on the shower while-”

“Oh.” He chuckles, his eyes darkening. “I can show you other ways I can multitask, cyar’ika.”

Before you can ask him what he means, he pulls you up against him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he picks you up and pulls you into the shower, pushing you against the wall as the water falls over the both of you. 

“How about this…” He smiles with a knowing look. “I’m gonna fuck you while I wash your hair and clean you up, so that what happened earlier is out of both of our minds for what I have to show you later.” 

“Ah, yes. The surprise.” You smile. 

He captures your lips softly this time. “How does that sound?” 

“Pretty good, honestly.” You shrug, nonchalantly, making him let out a genuine laugh. 

Hunter’s laugh does something catastrophic to both your heart and your core. Have you always been this attracted to him? Suddenly, you find yourself needing to know what his hands feel like while they wash your hair. What his face looks like when he’s caring for you. 

Why did you waste so much time arguing and fighting when you could’ve had this the whole time? 

Hunter reaches around you, lining himself up with you before pushing in, making you gasp against his lips, loudly. He groans just as loud, if not louder, and you’re suddenly so fucking thankful you’re planets away from the rest of the Batch. 

“I want to be buried in you every day.” Hunter admits, his voice full of need and desperation. 

To be the cause of that desperation is such a satisfying feeling, you can’t help but smirk, looking down between the two of you where your hips meet.

“Whenever you want it, let me know.” You kiss him again and a low rumble in his throat pulls your attention to his face. 

“You can’t just say things like that to me unless you mean it.” He rests his forehead against yours. 

“I do mean it, though.” You whisper. “Pull me into this fresher whenever you want and fuck me like you can’t live without this.” You clench around him and his grip on your ass tightens.

“Cyar’ika…” He pulls out slightly only to slam back into you. “That’ll be every day.”

“Then let it be every day. Every night. Every hour. Whenever.” You promise him. 

With a final groan, he starts thrusting into you and you swear that you see past all of the stars in the Galaxy. This angle is something else entirely, something you’ve never had and don’t think you can live without ever again. 

“So fucking good.” You whisper between pants and whimpers, the sound of skin against skin filling the small fresher so much it’s making you wetter than before. 

When his hips slow against yours, you look at him, confused, and he chuckles, pulling your shampoo down out of the net that everyone keeps their shower stuff in so that it doesn’t get thrown around while on intense missions. 

“Oh, you were serious.” You laugh.

“Dead serious.” Hunter keeps one hand ahold of you, and you genuinely didn’t know he was so strong. 

He flips up the cap and pours the shampoo over your head a bit, the aroma of fresh fruit filling both of your noses. He closes his eyes, clearly enjoying the scent as he caps the bottle shut and puts it back. When he opens his eyes, he starts gently thrusting while simultaneously massaging the shampoo into your hair.

“This… is new.” You smile, softly.

“Good new?” 

“Mmhm. You do this with all your partners?” You chuckle.

“Only you.” He admits, while still soaping up your hair, making sure to get all of it. “I’ve never been this… personal with any other… partners. In fact… It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone.”

“Since before Omega?” You guess.

He nods, pulling you under the water to rinse out your hair, still massaging your head. It feels incredible. You’ve never been given this much attention before, though, so you’re almost not sure what else to say. 

He stills, still inside you, and you look at him softly.

“There was just never… time, I suppose? No one ever caught my eye either.” He explains, his voice so soft, so gentle that you feel like you’re almost in a trance. “Until we met you.” 

Your cheeks go warm under his stare as you realize the weight of what he’s telling you. 

“Anyway.” He clears his throat, awkwardly, as he reaches up for your conditioner. 

You watch each other as he conditions your hair, smiling ever so slightly at the understanding between the two of you. You’re it, for each other. There’s no one else.

When he finishes conditioning your hair, he rinses it out just as he did before. And then, you reach up for his shampoo, pouring a bit into your hand, rubbing it between your hands before reaching up into his locks. He groans at the feel of your fingers against his scalp. 

“I swear I can feel how tense you are just in your scalp.” You smile, making him laugh.

As you get his hair nice and soapy, you can feel his cock grow harder inside of you, you think. When you tug slightly on his hair, his eyes flutter shut and he groans, pushing further into you. 

“You like that?” You murmur, seductively.

He nods, lips parted. “Yeah.”

You guide him under the water a bit and let it run through the soap and your fingers, making it travel down both your bodies, and you realize his shampoo doesn’t have a scent to it. 

“It doesn’t smell like anything.” You murmur.

He nods again. “A lot of scents are overwhelming.”

“Oh… I’m sorry if mine-”

“No. It’s just me, being stuck with my own hair 24/7, you know? I love the way you smell. My favorite smell.” He assures you, grinning. “In fact… you’re my favorite everything to my senses… My favorite smell, my favorite taste.” He kisses you. “My favorite touch.” He runs his hand up to cup your jaw. “My favorite sight.” His eyes run down your body and a shiver runs up your spine. “And your laugh is genuinely my favorite sound. I’d do anything to hear it for the rest of my life.”

“Oh… Hunter.” You get an unfamiliar lump in your throat and you struggle to look him in the face, but he pulls your face back toward his. 

“I love you. You definitely don't have to say it back. I just want you to know.” He rests his forehead against yours again. “I’m so sorry I ever made you feel like I hated you.” 

It’s right this very second that it’s obvious to you. Why it wasn’t obvious to you before, you don’t know… 

“I love you too.”  You grin. 

His eyes widen for a fraction of a second, clearly surprised that you said it back. But then his lips find yours and you're pressed back up against the cool wall. Both yours and Hunter’s hands are in each other’s hair and something changes between you two. Something passionate and all consuming. 

This is only the second time fucking but it feels like the hundredth or more. It’s obvious that the two of you are more than whatever this is the start of. Is there a word for something more than a partner? 

Hunter’s cock pushes into you repeatedly, coaxing the most perfect moans from your lips. It’s obvious that the desperation between you is bubbling up, threatening to push you over your edge. You reach down and rub your clit, wanting so badly to cum for him again. 

How is he reaching into you like this? How does he already know your body so well?

“Fuck…” You groan, your head resting back against the wall and Hunter’s eyes never leave your fingers between the two of you.

“That feel good?” He whispers and you can only nod, your words failing you. “You gonna cum on my cock, mesh’la?”

You whimper and nod, pathetically. 

“Atta girl. Cum for me.” Hunter breathes and you curse again, loudly this time, as you clench around him, cumming even harder than earlier and you bury your face in his neck. 

His grip on you tightens as your pussy coaxes his own release from him, filling you up so full that his cum slides back out over his cock and down into the floor of the shower. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this.” He kisses your neck. “In fact, I know I won’t.”

“You say that now. Just wait til we get into our first real argument as a couple.” You tease.

“Oh, is that what we are?” He teases back and you playfully swat him, making him laugh. “So Cid was right, I guess…”

He said your laugh was his favorite sound but you’re pretty sure that his laugh is the best sound in the Galaxy. It’s so strange that this is how your night ended. But you’re definitely not complaining. 

“We don’t have to put a label on it if you don’t want to...” You tell him, brushing your fingers across his cheek.

“Well, I’m all yours and I’d prefer it if you were all mine.” He smiles.

Your heart does an entire flip at his confession. You’d prefer it that way, too. 

“Couple just seems so… I don’t know. Small? We’ve been through so much together… And your family feels like my own…” You babble slightly, unsure if you even make any sense.

“We clones have a word like that… that’s more than a ‘couple’. Riduur. It’s like a partner or spouse. But it means more.” He explains. “You mean more…”

You grin up at him as he pulls out of you and puts you down gently, still holding onto you. The both of you stay in comfortable silence, between kisses, as you wash each other’s bodies. Your eyes continuously roam over his tattoos and he smirks down at you as he notices. 

“I like you like this.” You shrug. 

He hums, caging you against the shower wall. “I bet you do. Once we get back to Ord Mantell, I’ll show you just how much I like having you like this too.”

Hunter’s lips brush against yours and then all of sudden, he’s guiding you out of the shower and wrapping a towel around your shoulders.

“So, what’s the surprise?” You ask him.

“You’ll see.” He winks, drying off quickly to go grab a pair of fresh clothes. 

You do the same, settling on a sweater and leggings, going for comfort. He looks at you the same way he looked at you in that dress earlier and the realization that he truly does love you, sets in and you know right this very second, you couldn’t go back to what you were before even if you wanted to. 

“Mesh’la.” He kisses you on the forehead before settling into the pilot’s seat. 

You settle into the co-pilot seat next to him as he starts up the ship flying it out of the garage and up the tubal fly lane back to the surface. When he reaches over to take your hand, you look between the two of you at your intertwined hands. 

“I could get used to this.” He squeezes your hand.

“Too bad Tech would never let you.” You chuckle. 

He chuckles and leans over to kiss your hand. “I just meant this… You know? Us.”

When he reaches the hyper lanes, he takes off toward the west. You look at him curiously and he winks. You’re still not a fan of surprises, but you don’t say anything. You just continue to smile at the handsome sergeant. 

“I can feel the tension in your neck from here.” He teases you.

Within ten minutes, you see a mountainous region next to a giant body of water. 

“Is that an ocean?” You let go of his hand to lean forward, looking out of the window. 

He chuckles. “It is.” 

“I didn’t know Coruscant had anything other than cities…” You tell him, amazed. 

He brings the ship down onto the beach, and offers his hand to you when he stands up. Smiling up at him, you take it and he leads you to the hatch, opening it. As soon as it comes down, your mouth drops. You’ve never seen an ocean before. 

Hunter leads you down the steps of the Marauder and you step into the sand. It’s squishier than you imagined it would be. You’re tempted to take your shoes off, but you know that with this job, there’s always the threat of some sort of danger. So you keep your shoes on for now. 

Looking out at the sea, you breathe in the salty air, feeling at peace, the threat of earlier long gone from your mind.

“I overheard you talking to Echo once about how you’d never seen an ocean before.” Hunter tells you. “Once we got on the ship, I knew it’d be a perfect opportunity.” 

You look at him. “Earlier back at Cid’s… you seemed like you didn’t want to go on this job with me.”

“I was just nervous, mesh’la. That’s all.” He kisses your forehead and then leans down in front of you.

Curiously, you watch him as he unlaces your boots and then slides them off your feet, sitting them on the steps of the hatch. The cool sand seeps between your toes and you can’t help but laugh. 

“Feel funny?” He asks and you look up at him, nodding. 

“In a good way.” You shrug. 

He leads you toward the water and you look out at the sun starting to rise. It’s so beautiful here. A little piece of peace in a hellscape. You know right away, you’d like to come back here.

“How’d you find this place?” You ask him. 

“Tech mentioned it during a mission here a while back. After Echo left the squad, I brought Omega here before we went back to Ord Mantell,” he tells you.

He wraps his arms around you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder. It feels so natural like this. So easy.

You rest your hands over his. “I don’t remember that.”

“This was before you came back to Ord Mantell yourself.” He tells you. “I like it here. It’s… different from Kamino’s raging seas… It’s calmer…” Hunter murmurs, looking out at the sea at the rising sun.

“I’m sorry I was such a raging sea in your life before…” You take his hand and bring it to your lips.

“You weren’t a raging sea.” He chuckles, his voice low and calming as you both watch the sunset. “You’re the sunrise. Fiery, bright, beautiful… and something to look forward to seeing every morning.” 

Your chest tightens at his sweet words. You didn’t know before today how much of a romantic Hunter is. You love it, though.

“That was really cheesy.” You laugh, pulling away so you can wrap your arms around his waist and look up at him.

“Doesn’t make it less true.” He kisses you.

The sun glows against his tan skin and you can’t help but be even more enamored. How did you not allow yourself to appreciate his beauty before? How did you not allow yourself to just fall in love sooner?

“Do you want to camp out here today?” He offers. 

“Really?” You ask, softly, with hope. 

“Yeah. I’ll send a transmission to the others and update them about Cad Bane and tell them we’re just exhausted from running into trouble.” He smirks. 

“They’re definitely going to be suspicious.” You smirk back.

“Just Echo.” He shrugs, with a chuckle. 

That’s true. But you think Echo already knew about your feelings before you did. 

“When I get back, we’ll set up camp. I’ll make you something to eat and then we’ll take a nap. And maybe when we wake up, I’ll take you swimming.” He promises, letting go of you with one last kiss. “Don’t go anywhere.”

You sit down in the sand. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

He takes one last look at you in the glow of the sunrise and he nearly says “Fuck it.” and just let the squad figure it out on their own. Except he knows Omega will be worried, so he tears his eyes off of you to go send a transmission to them. You sit and bite your lip, trying to keep the excited giggle inside as you think about what a future with Hunter could be like. It’s still crazy to think that you started off the night by arguing with him… and now… you’re on some sort of date. And… you’ve figured out you’re in love. What a wild turn of events.

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a/n a fever dream of an idea but when it hits you it does. This is a song I suggest you play for reference. So enjoy this little something something. ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

summary: just what happens when an innocent night at the pleasure house leads to something much bigger, making two lost soles collide.

warning: suggestive content, pleasure house, mention of sexual interactions, nudity, alcohol.

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"You bunch are no fun", Mor huffed over her fifth glass of wine. She's been trying to drag the whole family to the pleasure house at the side of Velaris ever since her wild night out with Emerie. And don't get me wrong, it was something they used to do. Some nights at Rita's were even wilder than what any pleasure house could provide, and yet the hesitation lingered.

"I have a set of breasts to look at already", Cassian slurred, his hand reaching for Nesta's chest, but she swiftly slapped his fingers away, glaring at him. "You are not getting the point", Mor sighed. "I'm not dragging you there for a gang bang or to look for someone to drag into your bed", she was perfectly aware that everyone in the family had settled. Solid relationships all around. Well, except for Azriel. Yet that was a whole different story. So Azriel, for that matter, might take full advantage of the place while at it.

"Quite frankly, I doubt anyone who goes there on a Tuesday night is there for a fuck", Mor swirls the red substance in her glass, earning a nod from Emerie, "It's like nothing I've seen before", the female breathed. "We've been trying to figure out what and how they do it, but...", and they had returned with big eyes, disbelief, and satisfaction lingering all over. Did it fuel others' curiosity? Yes. Just to be honest, no one believed it could be anything that could beat one of the sultry numbers in Rita's.

"Fine", Rhys states after silence falls, "Let's go, get this done and over with". Both Nesta and Feyre jump up, going straight for Mor, squealing in excitement. "Darling, if you were that desperate, you should have said", the high lord crossed his arms over his chest with a smirk, but Feyre only shrugged, "We would have gone with or without you boys, sorry". Cassian lets out a grumble as he too gets up from the comfy sofa, "If my head and nuts ain't blown away by the end of this...", Everyone chuckles, even Nesta has a smirk on her face. It's Azriel who has a tight frown on his, however. "Prepare for disappointment, brother", the shadow singer says, downing his glass of whiskey swiftly. "If you'll be a grumpy ass, don't bother going, Azriel", Mor stated firmly. Azriel knew that no one could come between her and her night. That was a well tested fact. He felt Elain reaching for his hand, and a part of him wanted to drop it because it just didn't feel right tonight. But he didn't, because being the only one without someone to return home to was painful enough.

When they finally got there the place was jam-packed. Azriel unleashed his shadows. Doing a quick safety check never hurts. After all, the whole family was here. So he had to make sure there was no harm around the corner. To his surprise, his shadows recognized a lot of noble members of Velaris. Scratch that there were day court and autumn males here. The back table was occupied by Helion. "Rhys", Azriel said directly through his high lord's mental shields. Azriel could tell that Rhys too had clocked on to the fact that this was attracting too much attention. Attention they didn't know was brewing here. "Listen around; count the names", The order was clear enough, so Azriel did just that. How long did Mor knew about all of this and said nothing? Fucking Mor, Azriel grumbled in his head.

Just before Azriel could unleash yet another set of his shadows, the place fell into complete darkness. Some squeals of surprise echoed around the room, followed by laughter and murmuring. The cool mist started streaming from the platform right in front of the tables. The first sounds of the music silenced everyone. A huge moon light up the place, dashing the yellow gleam all over, and the silhouettes of what Azriel assumed were the females who performed here come into view.

"You are so beautiful to me", the most velvet voice sang out, and Azriel's heart stopped for a second. His whole attention was now on the stage. The black fabrics fall from the ceiling, and bodies dressed in deep satin lingerie twist around them. Ahs and ohs fall from the people watching, but Azriel's eyes are not leaving the figure in the middle. "You are so beautiful to me. Can't you see?", it lulls. The anticipation of seeing the face behind the voice was so intense that it nearly drove Azriel out of his seat. He's so lost in it that voice he doesn't even notice that the female is the one twirling her hands and sending ripples of mist to swirl around almost everyone in the room. The gleam caresses people's faces, twirling their hair.

"You're everything I hoped for", nor does Azriel feel the same mist crawling up his arms. Slowly. Soothingly. "You're everything I need". His breath hitches in his throat as he feels the softest fingers touching his jaw. "You are so beautiful timo me" Because the smallest of stars start falling across the room, and it's enough to cast a spell of light over your face. The deep blue eyes looking straight at him. The deepest blue he had ever seen, and what a blue it was. And your hair is so wavy and long. Ocean green dances there. Hints of the deep purple of the waves But are you looking at him? Is that your finger touching him? There's no one else in the room. Azriel sees no one all of a sudden. It's just you and him. And you're singing. Singing so beautifully that he's ready to rip his heart out of his chest and serve it on a platter for you.

And then it all ends with the booming sound of music. His eyes follow your twirling body, dancing among the other females. One minute you're there, and then you're gone. Azriel jumps up from his chair before his vision becomes clear again, and he's back in the room full of people. The fact that he had just jumped up like that made a wave of embarrassment wash over him. He turns his head to the side, where Elain is pressing tissues to her dress, and sees a fallen glass right by the edge of the table. He must have knocked it over.

"Yep, I came internally", Cassian states and that's when Azriel's eyes fall over his family. Everyone's eyes are hazy. As if all they had done all night was smoke hallucinogenic herbs. It's Rhys, though, whose eyes are sharp as he catches Azriel's gaze. "Fucking told you", Mor is leaning against her hand, looking at the stage longingly. "Fucking told you". 

Get them out and back to the house. Meet me here in twenty. Back door. No weapons. Rhysand's voice pierces Azriel's mind, and all he can do is nod before his high lord turns to his mate. Brushing a strand of hair from her face. He leans in to kiss her, and Azriel quickly lowers his eyes. And then Rhys is up. His darkness wrapped tightly around him as he moved through the crowd.

Azriel winnows back to the pleasure house after what feels like a good long while. Making sure everyone was safe and sound was harder than he had imagined. Rhys is not by the backside. But his shadows quickly informed him of the path to the basement steps. Basement. A shiver ripples down his back, but he still steps forward until he can hear Rhy's voice loud and clear.

"We paid our taxes", a female voice rings out. Azriel can't see her yet, but from her tone, he's sure that she's smiling. "You and I both know it's not about the money", Rhys says calmly as Azriel slips through the shadows on the back wall.

"I'm glad to see you here finally, though", the lady purrs, her long gray hair twisted into a big braid, resting neatly against her chest. "I thought you were too ashamed". Azriel can feel a wave of tension rising in the room. "Myriam, don't push my buttons", Rhys warns her, but she only smirks. "Or what? You'll get me close?" Azriel is about to step into the room, but Rhys mentally tells him off. "Where's the girl?", he pushes, but Myriam continues as if she hadn't even heard him, "You do know that any other court will welcome me and my girls with open arms?".

Azriel lets his shadows swirl through the cracks in the room. Trying to scan through the rooms behind the lady's back. But he doesn't get far. Most of them are so deeply drenched in magic that Azriel doesn't recognize. The shadow singer frowns, watching his shadows struggle. Leaping away from the door as if whatever that was there hurt them.

Rhys lets out a deep sigh, "You're right," and Azriel's head jerks to his high lord instantly. What the hell was Rhys agreeing to all of a sudden? "I apologize, but you have to understand that I wasn't informed that we had such beauty in my city", Rhys steps closer to the table. Reaching for the bottle placed there. "I'm a jealous man; what can I say", he states, refilling Myriam's glass before taking a swing straight from the bottle himself. "Rhys, you know I'm willing to share. But it was you who dismissed me the first time", the woman says, and now Azriel's head is turning once again. First time? Dismissed her? What in the love of a mother was going on here?

"It's late now, but let's set a date for a meeting. I want to revisit this", Rhys says, smiling at Myriam, and she instantly returns the smirk. Hand reaching to play with the collar of Rhysand's shirt, "I knew that you would come to your senses", lifting her glass closer to her lips she settles on watched Rhys for a moment, "Just remember that I'm the one who has the wining card here".

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[hearted-anon]

Hello, I know you had like a lot of lee!changbin fics but I think you could create like a lee!Minho and ler!bangchan. Maybe Lee know could get a lee mood that progressively gets worse. And then goes to chan and like acts bratty to get like a punishment. I don't know honestly. I've never written so idk how hard it is. Good luck.

Here kitty kitty~

Words: 2k Note: AHH my first inbox! Sorry this took so long.. and lee know always looks so done with Chan.. cuties T/w: Use of tools, restraints, begging Lee: know Ler: Channie

Lee Know absolutely hated this feeling. The feeling of butterflies swarming his tummy, the way he would stamp his feet and giggle like a female high-schooler in those retro movies when he watched clips of him being tickled, seeing his bright smile that he was always quick to hide, he hated it.

And to say he absolutely despised lee moods were an understatement.

It started off as a weird tingling feeling on his body, not enough to hinder his performance but enough to make itself known. Then it progressively made its way basically everywhere, including his soul. It was tearing him apart, mentally and physically, jumping at every small touch his members would give, and scowling right after before storming off.

Worried the members tried their very best to reach out to no avail, only earning very harsh words that spewed from the bunny's mouth, telling them that it wasn't their business. It wasn't, but concerned frowns were all over their faces as Lee Know grew more secluded and solemn, as if he had made a cat den in his room at that point.

He scoured through the internet in his best attempts to find what kept him so flustered and so up at night, tired of ignoring his members as he didn't want to be so open about this weird new experience, and his eyes finally landed on exactly what he wanted. His heart dropped and his eyes widened, refreshing the page over and over again to clear his doubts as the words stared right back at him.

A lee mood..? Wanting to be tickled? That was ridiculous!

His thoughts were interrupted by a soft knocking on his door, making him groan to his absolute dismay. Flinging open the door in his frustration, he was met with none other than Chan, who wore concern as if it was his clothing around him, a bag of something in his hands. He looked him up and done as if a judge, before letting the leader inside with no questions asked. The kangaroo gave a small but warm smile, melting the bunny's interior in less than a second.

"What's wrong? You've been quite moody recently..." The older started off hesitantly, waddling towards the dancer to cuddle him when he noticed that Minho curled towards himself in bed with a very obvious pout. The younger let out a shriek of surprise, only heightening his mood more as an more obvious flush than his pout made its way to his face.

When the bunny didn't respond, Chan only spiralled deeper into worry, searching his bag to pull out what looked like a cat toy. It had a feather attached at the end, making Minho wonder in confusion, and more of the other one where it made his mind turn to mush.

"I heard this is good for gentle therapy, or something, but please?" The oldest pleaded with what could be considered the cutest little puppy face Lee Know had ever seen, making him babble in protest before ultimately giving in, by that it meant lasting for ten seconds. He was too cute; and it was a terrifying weapon towards the members at times, most likely also not knowing what he was even talking about.

With consent finally in place, the younger shuddered when he felt the fluffy item run gently under his chin, making him bit his lip to hold down his giggles. He must've made quite the scene, as Chan soon enough let up when it barely hit the minute mark, staring at the dancer's cheeks in mischievousness that bloomed behind his worried expression.

"Lee Minho, does it perhaps...tickle to you?" Chan chuckled lowly, the Australian accent prominent through his soft laughter as his fingers that once wrapped the younger in a comforting embrace curled into his side, the other hand toying with the feather item right in front of his eyes. The oldest finally caught the gist of what was happening, and was going to finally lure the cat out of its den.

"S-Shut up, old man." Minho internally cursed himself for stammering, squeaking when he felt fingers press into his side. He curled himself into the leader, wanting to crawl back into his den after just gaining a sliver of hope dangled above him that his stupid mood would finally be solved. But when it was someone that teasing, someone who was going to do this to him? He would rather dig his own grave.

"Nah ah~ Not how you talk to your elders, and I think you need a little lesson, hm?" Chan tutted at the dancer's predicament, giggling along with him when he noticed the flustered smile plastered on his face when he brought the toy closer. Of course he never touched the dancer, he wanted him to beg, beg for his reward that wasn't going to come unfairly to him.

"That's why you're so old." The cat hissed, his scowl returning to hide the swarms of butterflies that made his tummy feel like he was going to ascend. The leader might've been his only hyung, but he was really going to risk it all before admitting that he wanted to be tickled silly. Unfortunately or fortunately, Chan took it as his last straw, pinning the bunny's wrists high above his head and tying it down with his belt, the leather surface against his wrists so it wouldn't hurt.

The cat, now forced to leave its shelter had his eyes widened, crumbling before Bangchan's eyes while his knees were turning to jelly. He tugged and pulled at the belt that restrained his arm, finally realising the consequences of his bratty behaviour. No matter to Chan, he was going to make him pay with laughter soon enough. The younger squealed again when the same cat toy made its comeback down his arms, curse himself for wearing a tank top today in courtesy of his mood.

He clamped down his lips hard enough to bleed, whimpering when the feather went a little bit too close to his armpit before trailing back up, shaking his head in the light, ticklish torture that he was forced to endure.

"Here kitty kitty~ Are you going to tell me what you want?" The older cooed sweetly, earning a not so very nice snap of insults through held back giggles from the dancer. The leader heaved a disappointed sigh, when would Minho realise that it wasn't wrong to feel this way? It'll be fine, he'll ensure that that's the only thing he'll remember by the end of this.

"ARGH! Hyuhuhung stop it!" Minho shrieked when his other arm was tortured with Chan's nails, manicured to perfection that trailed down his smooth skin slowly and delicately, making it tickle much more than it should've. Out came no response, only the soft trailing of the feather and his nails that always went to dip near his armpits just to leave. Eventually the older got bored, although the younger was practically writhing in agony of anticipation, he wanted more.

Lifting up the dancer's shirt, the trailed the toy around his belly button, his nails now drawing tiny hearts around the area with a knowing smirk on his face, awaiting the crack he was wanting the dancer to finally have.

"NO! P-Plehehease not this!" Minho begs, just wanting the stupid toy to finally dip into his navel, but nothing happened, and neither did Chan say anything. He just continued lazily tracing around his navel, leaving Lee Know to suffer in the anticipation that he brought upon himself.

"Fine! I'll beheheg! T...Tickle mehehe!" He finally caves, unable to take the gentle tracing anymore when they neared too close to his ribs, then down to his hips, then around his sides, but all of it was futile when his hands refused to move anywhere near the certain area, only focusing back onto his stomach eventually.

"The cat finally comes out of its den, how cute~" Chan taunts relentlessly, before putting the cat toy aside to rummage through his bag again. He came out with what looked like a hair brush, with the softest bristles ever. Minho gulped, he was so dead, he hoped his members had prepared his coffin in advance as the brush hovered over his tummy.

"I was going to brush your hair with this, but maybe I could give that stomach a cute little hairdo!" Obviously he was joking, it'd be another world if his tummy could grow hair. Lee Know shook his head, stamping his feet onto the bed as if it would save him from the leader's fingers. He squeezed his eyes shut, preparing in advance for the brush to finally torture his waist.

However, he was met with his throat tearing out a squeal when he felt lips attach to his stomach, blowing a long and loud raspberry onto it. There was no sign of the brush, only those torturous nails scribbling gently all over his bare armpits that drove him up the wall. How dare Chan trick the cat? What a bad person Minho thought, well through his cackles.

"GAHAHAH! NOHOHO!" He squealed out, pulling at his arms that didn't want to come down with the belt holding them up, his face starting to heat up if it wasn't red enough already. Again, silence, but only because the leader was busy with giving all the raspberries to that tummy, his hands switching to kneading right into the middle of his armpits, making Minho shriek and cackle with laughter that bounced off the walls.

"PLEHEHEHEASE! MERCY!" He pleads to no avail, only earning a low giggle that vibrated against his stomach, only tickling him more. He babbles for mercy when everything suddenly stops, only for the older to pull down his pants slightly to reveal his v-line that was staring back at Chan hungrily. Well maybe that brush wasn't going to be used, but he was dead.

"Minho, I'm hungry, would you care to make me food?" Chan asks mischievously, giving a chance for the younger to breathe, which he was grateful for as he sucked in as much air as he could.

"Y-Yes! Anything you want, just pleAHAHAHA HYUHUHUNG!" The moment the bunny nodded, thinking he would be finally let off the hook Chan went right for the exposed sliver of skin, nibbling and giving raspberries as rough as he could, his fingers kneading and vibrating into his inner thighs.

He was sent into another bout of loud hysterics, he felt so content, so overwhelmed but happy with the electrifying sensations that coursed through his body, digging his heels into the bed from the intense torture as he thrashed around in his grip. Arching his back, he couldn't do anything but that, crashing back into the bed soon after.

"Nah ah ah~ You wanted this, where do you think you're going?" The leader smiles innocently, as if he's not tearing the cat into pieces in this very moment. Silent laughter made his way down the dancer's cheeks, shaking his head as he felt like he was going to ascend, trying to close his legs shut together to no avail when the fingers didn't let up.

Tears soaked the pillow case, he had no idea how long it had been succumbing to the torture before he was let up, trembling in exhaustion and totally not with a side of happiness. His arms were released, but it felt like he was paralysed, every muscle in his body was not cooperating with him right now. He couldn't feel his legs, nor his arms, just take his whole body as a living lump that he couldn't feel anything anymore. What he could feel was a certain pair of arms embracing him though, pulling him in for a real cuddle this time.

"You're so....bahahad." Minho grumbled, pouting when the giggles wouldn't stop getting the best of him. Chan simply smiled, melting the dancer's heart when those eyes crinkled and his dimple showed through, making him forgive the leader in an instant. He felt his eyes droop when the brush that never got its chance to shine went through his hair, feeling his heart finally lift from its chains of being embarrassed.

Maybe next time he wouldn't be so embarrassed, as Chan pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.