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Misread Fates Ch 3

Chapter 3 – Marriage and a Dragon

“I just want to know what it’s like; To have that part of my life, to have my Mom and Dad there and to have a party with the town and everything. If I survive I’ll send you the divorce papers straight away and you can go off on your journey scot-free and we never have to talk about it again. I just- I wanted to get married before I die.”

She nodded to herself, mulling it over in her mind. “You’re going to make me a widow at 18.”

He gave out a half-gasp of a laugh, “Yeah- probably.”

“Bruin, who was at the door-"

Helrich walked towards the entryway of his own home to see his best friend standing shamefaced

“Guillermo?”

“Helrich I’m sorry. I was trying to find a job for your kid. He’s a good fighter, one of the most dedicated and technically proficient I’ve seen, and adaptive. I thought I could tell people about his skills, and find someone high up who needed some extra muscle or security. I thought I could help him get some life experience under his belt. But... word spread to the royal family, and I mentioned it was your son, and they know your fate.”

“What did they do?” Helrich turned towards his son, “Bruin what did they do?”

Bruin silently handed the letter to him and watched his father’s face cave in as he read the words.

Helrich stood frozen in the kitchen for a moment before sighing, the deep exhale taking every inch of his body, “This was so much earlier than I had hoped for you.”

He walked over to the window, his staff making an ominous clicking noise as he did so and leaned on its sill so he could more easily call to his wife in the garden, “Hildy, You should come to see this.”

His mother came in, hands still stained with dirt from weeding. She brushed them off on her apron before taking the letter from her husband’s hand, reading it silently, and then slamming it down on a table.

“Right. Well, Bruin, get up, Pack your bags. You’re getting out of Langdon.”

“Hildy, This is still the boy's choice.”

“ Helrich Slater, he is too young for this by far. And it’s a dragon. You’ve heard the boy’s rambles, that’s one of the worst of them. He can fight something smaller. I can't believe this, after what you've done for them. You made King Henry's fight easy, he barely got a scratch on him while you lost your legs and his wife repays us by putting our son in mortal danger.”

"She has five children. She doesn't know which one has the fate to lay monsters; she doesn't want to put any of them in danger."

She tried to drag Bruin up by his arm and he thoughtlessly shook her off.

“So she takes our only son instead? She's had as much time to prepare them, more. Her oldest son is 24. He has five years on Bruin, all the resources in the land, and a fate that doesn't include him failing!”

"She just asked for him to find the weakness. He might be able to bring her some of his research. Maybe they just want him as a consultant-"

Guillermo coughed to interrupt his friend

"Er- no. I'm afraid Brunhilda is right. Their letter might not-outright state it, but I believe they want him to go fight the dragon. I was instructed to make sure he got at least close enough to see the creature. And... I don't put it past her to send others after him if I fail, or after you both"

Helrich squinted at Guillermo,

"Did you know they were like this, all along?"

Guillermo looked away, "I've seen them do wretched, careless things before, none this bad."

...

While his parents and mentor discussed his imminent doom, Bruin sunk into his head, his heart beating fast, the conversation around him only half registering.

He was going to die. There was so much he hadn’t done. He’d spent so much time training. He wanted to laugh with Abby more, go back to the creak where he was a child and splash his face in it, eat all the bread and drink the wine, and hear the stories of his neighbors more and-

Bruin got up and left his house without a word. His parents looked up after the door slammed.

It was night and the cold prickled on his skin. He could see his breath in the dark blue air. All he could think to do was move, to keep his legs moving forward at a pace. He could hear his own heartbeat as the blood rushed through his ears

In those moments of empty headed fuzz, he went back to Guillermo's lessons.

Trust your instincts. Don’t stop moving. Figure out what your hand is doing and commit to it.

He found himself walking to Abby Puckett's house and sped up.

He rushed up to the door and banged on it as hard and as rapidly as he could.

“We’re not home!”, Shouted Abby's father

“It's Bruin, I’m not a debt collector! I'm looking for Abby”

The door swung open, nearly hitting him.

“Bruin? What are you doing here this late?”

Abby stood in front of him, her face screwed in confusion. She had a coat thrown over her nightgown and her feet shoved into some untied boots.

Marry me.”

“Excuse me?“

For once in his life, it felt like words spewed out of him uncontrollably. He braced himself against the doorframe as he talked. He needed something to hold himself steady.

“I know you want to meet the love of your life on your wandering. I know that’s not me, and what I’m asking you right now is ridiculous-but- I got a summons today from the royal family. It’s my fate. They want me to go fight a dragon over in Kingstown and I- It’s a dragon- and I’m not going to run, and I don’t even know if I can or if they’ll send people after my family or if my fate will screw me over- but-“

Her eyes widened.

“You don’t know if you can survive it.”

He winced.

She nodded to herself, mulling it over in her mind. “You’re going to make me a widow at 18.”

He gave out a half-gasp of a laugh, “Yeah- probably.”

Abby smirked. There was a level of pity in her eyes, but also sparks of amusement. She had a straightforward fondness for risk and action that caused her to take dares, start fights, and dive into the water before the spring had warmed it up enough to be temperate. It bubbled to the surface now, and sparkled in her eyes, “Alright-yeah. Let’s get married.”

……………………

When he got back his mother had a satchel with his things packed.

“Right. You’re taking the family horse. I have a sister in Grenideer, you’re going to stay with her. She needs extra farmhands anyway. She’ll appreciate the help.”

“Mom, I want to get married to Abby, soon, sometime this week before I go. It'd be nice to bring the town together, to say goodbye to everyone.”

His mother did not stop packing.

"Are you sure she'll agree to that? She doesn't seem like the type to settle down."

"She already did. I promised to make her a divorcee or a widow."

His mother's back went ram-rad straight at the word widow.

"Stop it, you're too young to think like that.

"Mom, I'm going."

“Stop. Why are you so hell-bent on self-slaughter? Can you at least do me the favor of considering other options? I know you’ve had tunnel vision for all of your life. But for once, FOR ONCE I need you to consider that there are other possibilities out there for you.”

It occurred to him that he could lie to her, he could say he was going off on Abby's wandering with her and just go to Kingston instead. He had a bad habit of agreeing with what they said and then disregarding it. He considered it for longer than he was proud of.

But this was too important. His mother deserved to know why she had to lose him.

“Mom… I don’t want to be Great-Grandpa Elias. The dragon is eating cows for now, but if it runs out it could move to people. They have large hunting territories. Even if it’s in the West Mountains now it could come here and eat our neighbors, or you and Dad. And I shouldn’t even be saying that because it would still matter if ate people in West Kingstown. I’d prefer to go after it before it kills people.”

“Why does it have to be you? The Royal family has a fate for slaying monsters. It’s the main reason they’re on the thrown. So they should do their damn job.” You’ll leave and they’ll just have to take care of it themselves.

“Mom, if they were going to do something about it, they would have done it before they’d heard of me.”

Somewhere inside Bruin had suspected this. But saying it out loud made them real.

She went silent, and it felt cruel, but he took the opportunity to keep going. He needed her to understand.

“West Kingston is where the guy who sells us saddles gets his leather from. How long has he been complaining about wolves, or some animal taking out the cows down there? He said he switched suppliers.”

His mother saw where he was going. She held her tongue in her teeth, she looked like she had tasted something sour.

“Two years he’s been complaining about that for two years.”

“I don’t think it’s wolves, Mom. I think they’ve delayed this for a very long time. They might have been… waiting for me to grow.”

Brunhilda was looking out the window, trying not to look her son in the face as she choked down tears, “They have no right.”

“Just because they’re assholes doesn’t mean I am. If they win after I go in-it means a lot of people will be able to put food on their table next year, and nobody has to die.

“Right,” Brunhilda said, “Because this wouldn’t be the first time they’ve ignored our suffering for other priorities.”

The communities in Langdon were tight-knit and supportive of one another because they knew no one was coming to save them. If something nasty with pointy teeth came to attack, the royal family would intervene, but when the crops didn’t grow, their children got sick, and their brothers got robbed The people of Langdon relied on each other. Because they knew, despite their pleas, no one was coming for them.

Brunhilda nodded, “You’re not going to run away from it are you, and there’s nothing I can say to make you change your mind.”

“No. There isn’t.”

“ Alright. We have savings, and you’re taking them. And you’re taking it to get whatever weaponry you need for this fight.”

“Mom, You can't be serious.”

“I won’t have any guff from you for this.”

“Mom, there’s no point throwing coins on a dead man.”

“YES. THERE IS. Your father encouraged you to focus on this moment all your life and I’ve gone along with it even though I’ve disagreed with it, but if you’re going in there you’re making a FUCKING DENT. I don’t like that your life has led up only to this moment, but it’s going to mean something, alright? We’ll set aside a little for the wedding but the rest is going to your monster slaying. You know the most about this nonsense, we’ve guaranteed it. You will get whatever you need to and they will call my son a hero because he will wreck it as much as possible so all that little princeling will have to do is slit its throat while it wheezes on the ground, do you understand? You are not dying for nothing.”

His mom was wrought. Her voice was shaking. He went to her and put a hand on her shoulder, he didn’t know what else to do.

“I’m so sorry. But I have to do this.”

“Do you know that for years I worried you’d grow up without compassion? I worried that your childhood of isolation would make you cold. This was the way to find out I was wrong.”

“I wish you had more children than me.”

“You’re not replaceable.”

“Yeah but there would have been somebody to take care of you and Dad when you got older.”

“We’re well-loved in this town. Worry about you.”

………………………………..

Bruin found his father outside.

After Bruin and his Mom talked he went outside to sit with his father.

“Well, that was something.”

His father was smoking on a pipe, having deftly avoided the blow-up between Bruin and Hildy. He was sitting on a log in the grass, just waiting for his son to come.

“Yeah”

“She calls you pigheaded but that’s only half my fault.”

“Mom calls me pig-headed?”

“Pig-headed, thick-skulled, the lot.”

Bruin went to sit down next to his father. They stared at the sunset for a while.

“Why didn’t you and Mom have more kids?”

“I’m afraid that’s mostly my fault. Though I suppose it was a little bit inconsiderate to your mother, looking back. I just-It’s a nasty business, growing up with someone who you secretly, quietly hope dies so that you don’t have to. I thought it would be better to have one child who knew what was going to happen rather than two or three that wondered. And lord knows we couldn’t have handled many more of you.”

Bruin kept quietly staring at the sky as the sun went down.

His father spoke up again, “When our hometown got attacked, your uncle and I both waited too long, hoping the other would go first. He was older and already had a wife and kid. I went in and he didn’t, and now we can’t look each other in the eyes. Because we both know, we know that fewer people would’ve died if we hadn’t been playing chicken with each other.”

His father turned to look at him

“Don’t repeat this anywhere your mother might hear, but I’m glad you’re going. And I will tell you what I wish my brother would’ve said to me all those years ago - If you want, I’ll go with you. No one should face what you’re about to do alone, and it could still be my fate.”

Bruin nodded

“Thank you, but Mom should at least be able to keep her husband if she’s going to lose her son. Besides, Guillermo owes you.”

“He owes you more right now.”

“Yeah, I’ll take him with me. As far as he’ll go.”

Bruin moved to get it up, but before he could, his father pulled him into a tight embrace. It was a vice grip like he was afraid Bruin would fly away If he loosened at all.

“Even if I only got nineteen years with you, they were good years. I’m proud of you, and I’m happy to have had you as a son. I’d do it all again.”

“I love you Dad.”

“I love you too, try to stay alive. Even if seems impossible, please try.”

“I will.”

He wasn’t lying this time.

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

Their wedding was small.

They didn’t send invitations, they knocked on the doors of their neighbors themselves, and told anyone they could to come to the wedding. His father pitched in for the beer, which came at a discounted price, and Abby's mother gave her an old wedding dress and wove her a flower crown.

People knew. He got a lot of shoulder clasps and sad looks and, “I’m glad you get to do this before you go.”

It was heartbreaking.

But he was happy he was marrying Abagail, she was somehow immune to the public dirge around them. She was laughing and dancing and drinking as much as she would at any normal party, and if he just looked at her everything was normal.

She kept pulling him on the dancefloor and laughing at him.

“How does a boy who works to attune his body every day still have two left feet?”

“You know how little I dance.”

She gave a long dramatic sigh, “Pretend I’m a monster and react to my movements.”

“You mean dodge? That’s all I know, you know that’s all I know.”

“I mean mimic them but backward, that’s kind of dodging.”

He leaned back as she moved forward and chased her as she pulled away. He mirrored her movements and caught her when she dipped. It did feel like training in a way and he wondered if he should’ve been doing this more all along, reacting to another person’s body movements in quick succession. It was fun and intimate.

He kissed her deeply afterward, in the center of the dancefloor, in the middle of it all, and surprised exclamations went out. He knew this part. They’d experimented with this part together under an apple tree on the far side of his training field, but it was nice to do it here. it was a touchstone of familiarity and it made it feel all the more real with the people cheering around them.

When he pulled away he could see other people on the dancefloor clapping and cheering for them. The human urge to forget their worries, dance and drink had taken over. Bruin and Abby's display had been seen as permission to relax.

He was glad of it. He was tired of mourning.

He pulled her away from the center of the hall to sit down on hay bails together as others took up the dance.

She was on leaning on him, and for not the first time that night, he wished, a little bit, that it could all be real.

“Thank you, for all of this. You’ve made this… a good night.”

“Hey, if nothing else, it gives the next day something to live up to.”

“He should take dance lessons beforehand and be ready to be mocked.”

She howled with laughter, the alcohol making it a little bit more cacophonous.

He leaned back on the wall, watching his neighbors all mingle and be happy together.

There was something to just watching people let loose and be their full selves, embarrassing and goofy, or mistakenly sympathetic.

He ached with a bittersweet pain as he looked on. There were so many small quirks to the way people acted that he never noticed, social dynamics he never observed. He was at once filled with a strong love for everyone in that room, and sharp pain that he’d never get to them better.

“People… people are fun. I wish I got to know our neighbors more. I wish I’d gone to more events like these.”

She pointed to a Boy twirling his little sister.

“He called me a whore to my face after he was with me. He blamed me for leading him astray from his dear love Daisy like it’s my fault the bastard was inconstant. Daisy’s over there getting drinks for them both in the corner. She decked me. Right after that was the time I asked you to show me how to properly hold a punch. And… him,”

She drunkenly pointed to the bartender. “He used to call me frizzy head when I was a kid and told me I looked like an untamed little beast. It’s why I had my hair in braids all the time. But he also gives candied nuts to children so I guess it balances out,” Her face was fully pressed into his arm, “You never got close to any of them, so they never got to hurt you. They’re not bad folks, just, human. Which means they’re messy and don’t look where they’re swinging. You never hesitated from your goal because you never heard them talk about how your dreams were childish or stupid.”

“Is that last part things people have said to you, or gossip you’ve heard about me?”

“A little of both I’m afraid.”

“Yeesh. Well, they’re right I guess. I did all that training and preparing for nothing. I’m still going to die.”

“Hey. Hey hey hey hey,” She put his face in between her hands and stared him in the eyes. “None of that now. Just because this is A monster, doesn’t mean it’s Your monster. You could still win this. I know it’s big and scary, and you’re comparatively a shrimp, but you’re smart. I’ve seen you read books from other languages because” and here she did a scarily accurate imitation of his voice “because the only effective guide on werewolves is in svelkish. I know you’re smart, you can’t hide it from me. You got this. You’ll figure it out.” She nudged him, "I'd bet good money on it."

………………………………

Bruin left in the early morning with a small pack, the family horse, and Guillermo as his guide.

He hugged his parents tight and kissed his best friend/ new bride one last time. All that could be said already was. It was time to go.

#Original fiction #Bruin Slater #oof #Big oof #fairytales #wholesome family dynamics #Abby Puckett #Misread Fates

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zincbot · 3 months

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hey that ending sequence made me physically ill

#tlou 2 #good game. i guess #. god #man i'm so glad abby lived. jfc.#the guitar playing attempt and the empty house were really good though. like yeah. this is where all that got you.#but damn that fight was brutal. i actually was so glad when abby got rid of ellies knife because that was the worst part for me oof

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kanos · 4 months

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apparently i slept so good on this shitty bench thing that i was snoring and my poor friend was up all night.

#ori.#you know… i didnt get to sleep at all yesterday so its for the best #i was like falling over and so out of it #but idk how shes going to do at home oof #anyways one more night hopefully and then i can go home and see my babies. abbie i miss yooooy

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otto-c-graves · 6 months

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My hair has gotten to the point I can pull an Abby Sciuto.

#otto babbles on and on #otto’s personal life #I’m sorry I keep talking about my hair #long hair #abby sciuto #ncis #it needs cut #oof

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obsessed-with-stardew · 6 months

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His Hoodie

You looked cold so Sebastian let you borrow his hoodie, he didn’t know how much he’d like seeing you in it.

Sebastian xF!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Tw: nsfw, mdni, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, mentions of cigarettes, pet names

Wc: 3530

It’s another Friday night at the Stardrop Saloon. You’re in your usual spot, next to Abigail on the couch, in the game room watching Sebastian school Sam at pool like always.

“Top left pocket,” Sebastian calls his final shot.

“No way you can sink that, man!” Sam said.

Sebastian catches your eye as he carefully lines up his shot, and with a wink he sinks the 8-ball.

Sam groans “argh you’re too good, it’s not fair!”

Sebastian chuckles softly, “Fine, fine. Y/n, are you any good at pool?”

“Um I mean I’ve played before but I’ve never claimed to be good… why?” You ask.

“Let’s say I’m evening the playing field,” Seb says with a grin.

“Hey two against one isn’t even,” Sam complains.

“Think of it this way Sam, I’m teaching y/n so if you beat us, you’re beating me and showing what a bad teacher I am.”

“Alright… just this once” Sam says.

The game starts just fine, Seb breaks. Expertly sinking two balls off the bat.

“We’re solids, y/n. That means don’t sink the stripes” Seb teases.

You blush, “I know the basics.”

You asses the table, choosing your path. You lean down, hoping to at least hit the ball. Sebastian’s breath catches. Sure he’s been attracted to you since you first moved into Pelican Town, but seeing your jeans perfectly molded to your ass as you bend over the table… the things he’d do to you if you were alone.

Seb says “Sorry I couldn’t tell you knew which ball to hit by the way you line up your shot” he chuckles. “Here, can I help?”

He leans down behind you. You can feel his breath on your ear ask he skates his hand down your forearm to adjust your hold.

“You gotta grip it a little tighter, you’re in control here,” he whispers into your ear.

It’s only with his body pressed to yours, his hand guiding your own, that you realize how phallic a pool cue can be. He must realize it too, because you feel something firm pressing against your ass.

*cough cough* Sam clears his throat.

“Today you two!” Abigail laughs.

You blush as Sebastian cooly straightens and runs his fingers through his dark hair.

“You got this y/n” he says encouragingly.

You take the shot and make it.

“Woah I actually made it!” You shout, bouncing up and turning to Seb. The joy on your face makes his heart flutter.

Sam sighs, “well this isn’t gonna be as easy as I thought”.

“I’ll grab the next round, you guys keep playing” you say.

After you return with the drinks the game and the jokes flow easily.

You make a few shots and miss a few too, with Seb encouraging or laughing it off with you.

“Middle right!” Sam calls the last ball.

He lines up his shot

He shoots

It misses.

“Oof, tough break bud” Abigail says.

“Awh sorry Sam, looks like it’s not your night,” Seb teases. “Y/n, you’re up.”

You choke on your drink, “Seb I thought it was your turn??”

He smiles at you, “nah, you’ve been doing so well for me. I think you deserve to finish this.”

You try to keep your cool, leaning over the table.

“Just breathe, you got this.” Seb says, it’s meant to be encouraging for you but it doubles as an attempt to control his hard on. The way you’re leaning, he can just glimpse your black lacy bra down your shirt.

“Top left,” you call the pocket.

With Seb’s encouragement warming in your chest, you loose your shot. The tip of the pool cue hits the ball perfectly, sinking the 8-ball right where you wanted it.

“Hey we did it!” You bounce up and pull Sebastian into a hug. He stiffens at the sudden contact and you let go blushing.

“Way to go y/n, now I guess I’ll be bench warming all by my lonesome” Abigail scoffs

“Maybe you should try playing some time Abby,” Sam says.

“Oh fuck off sam, you just want to win for once,” Abigail said.

“Think you can take me??” Sam asks.

Seb leans over towards you, “they could be at this for awhile, want to join me for a smoke break?”

You nod and follow him out of the saloon.

Seb leans against the side of the building, pulls out his pack of cigs and offers one to you.

You take it, happy to have something warm you up on this cool spring night. Seb flicks on his lighter and you lean in to light to up. You look so beautiful in the light from the flame, your eyes hooded, focusing on getting your cig lit then they flicker up at him, catching his gaze. Time slows as his can see your lips wrapped around his cock instead of that dainty cigarette. He blinks, releasing the flame. Relishing that he can hide his blush in the darkness. As he lights his own cig, you fall into a similar daze. Watching his fingers expertly flick on the flame, illuminating his face so full of focus. Your mind drifts to what that focus and those fingers could do to you. The thoughts make you shiver.

“Oh shit, y/n, are you cold?” Sebastian ask.

“Huh? What?” You shake yourself out of your daze.

“Here hold this” he hands you his cigarette and begins to take off his hoodie.

“Oh now you don’t need to…” your words trail off as Sebastian pulls the hoodie over his head. It takes some of his shirt with it, revealing his stomach and a hint of hair at his waist line in the moonlight. You take a drag on your cig to try and refocus yourself.

“Trade me,” Seb says as he holds the hoodie out towards you. Passing him the cigarettes, you pull the hoodie on. It’s still warm and smells like him, a mix of smoke, cedar and something spicy.

“I think our cigs got swapped at some point, this one is maybe yours?” He says handing it back over.

You giggle, “it doesn’t really matter, we were bound to swap saliva eventually.” You say as you lean up against the wall next to him.

He turns to face you, “oh really? And how is that?”

“Oh, um well, you know..” you stammer. “Like sharing drinks and stuff…”

“And stuff?” Seb teases.

You take a drag and blow your smoke in his face, causing him to cough and laugh. You start to laugh too, then Sebastian’s hand grabs your wrist, pulling you to him. With his other hand he tilts your chin up so your eyes meet, he can see the Cherry of his cig reflected in your blown out pupils. A dead giveaway that you want him as much as he wants you.

“Stuff like….” Seb drawls, leaning down to brush your lips with his own. “this?” He murmurs against your mouth just before capturing it with a kiss. You let out a soft moan, as you part your lips to deepen the kiss. You pull lightly on his full bottom lip with your teeth and he lets out a low groan, dropping your wrist and grabbing your waist to pull your body flush against his. Just as you begin to deepen the kiss the door to the saloon swings open and you hear your friends turning the corner. The two of you jump back, sucking desperately at your cigs to try and act natural.

“Oh there you guys are!” Sam says.

“Sam thought you would’ve snuck off to the woods or something,” Abigail laughs.

“Nah, we’re just enjoying the air” Seb says, hoping his voice sounds calm even though his pulse is hammering so hard he’s sure everyone can hear it.

“Yep, love me some air” You say a little breathlessly, shooting Seb a small smile.

Abigail and Sam share a look that says they are all too aware of what they interrupted.

“…anyway, I’m headed home. Seb, you ready to head out?” Abigail asks.

Shit, Sebastian got so swept up in you he completely forgot he’d promised to walk Abby home. She may have a tough exterior, but after her first trip to the mines, the darkness makes her jumpy.

“Yeah, um let me just finish this cig. “ he says.

“Oh, here you probably need this back,” you say, “I know how cold the walk up to the mountains can be.”

You start to wriggle out of his hoodie.

Seb places a hand on your arm, halting you movement. You look up at him.

“I think you need it more than I do tonight,” he says with a small smile.

“Well I’m off,” Sam says. “Bye you guys!”

“Alright Abby, let’s head out.” Seb says, “see ya later Sam… bye y/n.” His hand lingers on your arm for just a moment before he steps back and heads out with Abby.

You sigh, take a final drag on your cigarette and turn for the farm. You’re grateful for the warm hoodie, but you wish it was Seb walking you back to your house. You imagine him pushing you up against the wall the second you walk through the door. kissing you until you’re both panting and breathless. But it’s just you, alone on the farm.

You get ready for bed, keeping the hoodie and the smell of him on your body. As you snuggle into bed, you fantasize the he’s there with you. You grab your breasts and tease your nipples, thinking of his fingers pulling them and his mouth sucking on one and then the other…

~*~meanwhile, outside Abigail’s house~*~

Shit shit shit, Seb thinks. He just realized he left his house key in the pocket of his hoodie. He could wake up Maru or his mom but he always hates how they look at him coming home late, smelling like smoke.

Y/n probably just took the hoodie off when she got home and left it on that coat rack by the door. He could just slip in and grab the key and you wouldn’t have to know.

The thought of sneaking into y/n’s house while she’s asleep gives Seb a dirty thrill. He feels his cock stiffen as his mind floats to naughty thoughts of ways he could wake you up. He was so wrapped up in his fantasy the walk was over before it had begun. The farm really was so peaceful at night, he’d never noticed how beautiful y/n kept it. It’s almost as calming as the lake in the mountains.

“You don’t even know if she likes you like that Seb, stop imagining a life here,” he scolds himself, walking up to the door.

Reaching his hand up to brush the top of the door frame, he finds the key you keep ‘hidden’. Locking the door always makes you feel safe, but you also want your friends to be able to come by anytime they need.

He fits the key into the lock, turns it quietly and slips into the darkness of your home. Pulling out his phone flashlight, Seb searches the coat rack for any sign of the hoodie, with no luck. Maybe you took it off in your bedroom… he quietly walks down the hallway. Hearing a noise, he halts. Was that sound really what he thinks it was? He hears another little whimper.

“Yes, Sebby yes,” you moan quietly.

His heart hammers in his chest and his cock hardens painfully.

“Is this really happening?? Is y/n really touching herself while thinking about me??” Seb thinks.

He palms his hard length through his tight jeans letting out a small hiss of air between his teeth. Before he can stop himself, Seb peers into your bedroom. He sees you, glowing in the moonlight wearing only his hoodie. One hand clutching your breast and the other moving carefully between your legs. You’re so lost in the action, you don’t notice him enter the room.

“Tsk tsk tsk, you’re such a needy girl aren’t you y/n,” Seb says in a low, barely audible voice.

“mmmmm I need you sebby” You moan, thinking his voice was in your head. Wait…. That was most definitely not in your head. Your movement stops and your eyes shoot open to find Sebastian casually leaning against your doorframe.

“Don’t stop on my account sweetheart,” he drawls taking a few steps into the room. “Unless you want some help with that?”

You’re stunned into silence. Is this really happening? You’re open your mouth to reply, but quickly close it. You sit up and grab at your sheets to cover you, praying he can’t see your flushed face in the moonlight.

“Don’t get all shy on me now baby,” Sebastian croons, making his way to the edge of your bed.

“Wha-what are you doing here Seb??” You stammer.

He huffs out a laugh and sits down next to you.

“Awh, what happened to Sebby? I think I like when you moan it out of that pretty little mouth.”

He leans in capturing your lips with his own as his hand reaches into the hoodie pocket.

“Woah wha-?” You pull away with a start as you feel his hand brush your stomach through the fabric. He pulls his hand out and you see something flash between his fingers. A key.

“I realized I left this in there after I got to Abby’s,” Seb says, “And instead of dealing with Maru I figured I’d slip in here and grab the key from the coat rack.”

He twirls the key in his fingers, watching you squirm under the covers. He laughs, “Imagine my surprise to find you wearing only my hoodie while you moan out my name.”

Grabbing your hand, Seb gently guides you to feel his hard bulge through his jeans.

“Ahhh” he sighs at the contact, “See what you do to me y/n?”

You let out a whimper, biting your lip.

“And to find out you’re so needy for me, that’s just an extra treat.” He says, his voice low and gravely.

Sebastian shifts quickly to straddle you, grabbing your wrists with one hand and pinning them above you as he cups your chin with the other.

“How bout you be a good girl and let me take care of you, y/n?”

You nod vigorously and he leans in to press a punishing kiss to your lips. You both moan as he presses his bulge to your dripping pussy. His hands begin to roam your body, grabbing at your breasts and your hips. You reach down to grab the hem of the hoodie but Sebastian grabs your wrist and presses a kiss to it.

“No,” he says, his eyes dark. “Keep it on. I like seeing you in it.”

Your heart flutters and you caress his face.

“Anything for you Sebby,” you say.

At the sound of the nickname falling from your lips, Seb feels himself losing control. He would do anything to hear you cry out his name.

He leans back taking you in, hoodie bunched up around your waist, chest heaving and pussy glistening. All for him. Sebastian knows he should take it slow, savoring and exploring your body. But you’re both so ready any more foreplay would feel like torture.

He crawls out of bed, and unbuttons his pants. You’re practically drooling watching him pull off his dark tshirt and black jeans. Seb’s dark boxer briefs fight to restrain his erection. Then those are on the floor too. His hard cock springs out, and you shudder in a breath looking at him. Have you ever seen a boy as beautiful as Sebastian? His pale skin shining in the moonlight. He slowly strokes his cock, letting you watch him.

“You’re so beautiful Sebby,” you tell him softly.

He huffs out a rough chuckle, “You’re one to talk sweetheart”.

He climbs back on top of you. You pull him down for a kiss, tongues twining as you lose yourselves in the others mouth. You arch your back, pressing your body into him. His cock brushes your soaked pussy. He pulls back from the kiss on shaky arms.

“Are you sure you want to do this y/n? If we do this, I don’t think I can go back. I don’t think we can just be friends anymore. I’ll want all of you.” Sebastian says, looking intently into your eyes.

“Fuck being friends,” you say, “I’ve wanted to be yours since I first saw you.”

He groans, pushing the head of his aching cock between your wet, waiting folds.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that,” Seb says as he eases into you. Just the tip, letting you adjust to the size of him and allowing him to get his bearings so he doesn’t blow this moment by cumming the instant he feels you clench around him.

He takes a shaky breath and continues to push into you, stopping only when he is fully sheathed inside of you.

“Fuck,” Sebastian breathes out. “So good and tight for me aren’t you sweet girl”

You moan and he can feel your walls clench his cock. He pulls out almost to the tip, then slams back into you.

“My good girl, so wet and ready for me” Seb says between thrusts. “You are my good girl aren’t you?” He asks.

You’re so lost in pleasure you don’t register that he’s waiting for a response. Seb reaches out and wraps his long fingers lightly around your throat. Your eyes snap up to his, you’ve never been choked in bed before.

He pushes in all the way then stills “You have to answer me baby.” Seb says, watching you with dark eyes.

“Y-yes, I’m your good girl Sebby,” you murmur, wriggling your hips.

Seb chuckles and applies a little more pressure to your throat. You moan in response and he rewards you by starting to fuck you again in earnest.

“Next time we’ll take things slower baby” he huffs, “I’ll fuck that pretty little mouth of yours.” Seb groans, his pace getting sloppier. “I’ll eat your perfect pussy until you come on my tongue.”

You cry out, eyes closing as you succumb to the pleasure.

“No no baby,” he coos, “I need to see your eyes as you come for me”.

You blink open your eyes, taking in the sight of Seb’s lean frame towering over you. Sebastian’s eyes bore into yours, so full of lust and hunger.

“Seb-sebby,” You moan “I’m gonna cum!”

His intense features break into a grin, “That’s my good girl, cum all over my cock sweetheart”.

And with that Sebastian follows you over the edge, thrusting deep into you as he spills into your pussy. His arms give out and he falls onto your chest with a huff. You giggle, nuzzling his head. Seb jerks a bit, and groans.

“What is it Seb?” You ask.

He lets out a chuckle, “I can feel you laughing”.

You giggle again, and he buries his face in your chest. “It feels good I hope?” You ask.

“Fuck baby, it feels too good,” Seb says looking up at you with a grin.

He pushes back up on he elbows, and with a hiss pulls out of you. You let out a little whine, feeling empty without him inside you.

Seb laughs shaking his head, “You really are insatiable, aren’t you?”

He sits back, admiring how lucky he is. The girl he’s thought about while alone in his own bed, now sprawled out before him. Your beautiful fucked out expression, his cum leaking out of your perfect pussy. Seb leans forward and with two fingers starts gently scooping his cum back into you.

“Mmmmm” you moan, “Whatcha doin down there Sebby?” You ask with a shiver.

He looks up at you with a bashful smile, “Just didn’t want to waste any of it,” he says as he pushes his fingers into your overly sensitive hole.

You gasp as Sebastian curls his fingers inside you, hitting the spot that drives you crazy. He pumps them in and out of you in a lazy pace, watching you whimper. Seb brushes his thumb against your clit causing you to tense.

“Shhh baby, just relax” he says rubbing your thigh with his free hand. “You didn’t think I’d give my sweet girl just one orgasm did you?”

You let out a groan as Seb slowly pushes another finger into you. He fingers you lazily, skillfully drawing out your second orgasm. After bring you back down from your high, seb slides his fingers out of you and slips them into his mouth.

“We taste pretty good together baby,” he says with a wink. You can’t move, so entranced watching him clean your combined mess off of his fingers.

“C’mon sweet girl,” he says extending his hand, “Let’s get cleaned up and go to bed.”

You follow his to the bathroom, “Wait so does that mean…” you trail off.

“What? You think I’d take this good care of you to let you sleep alone?” He asks with a grin.

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sweetercalypso · 1 year

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Uncharted Territory (Abby Anderson)

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Stranded on patrol with the person you hate most, there’s not much to do besides fuck out your feelings

Notes: 18+ only, minors dni; enemies to lovers, hate sex, thigh riding, tribbing, semi-public sex, mean!Abby, switch!Abby, mentions of weapons/cordyceps (general tlou references), lots of swearing.

The fear settling in your gut should serve as a reminder of where you are.

Truthfully, it reminds you of where you are not. You are not sleeping peacefully in your bunk, or eating in the cafeteria with your friends, or anywhere under the protection of WLF and its adherents. You’re forced to focus on the places you’re not because you don’t actually know where you are.

You, and your patrol partner, Abby, are lost.

Your blonde counterpart walks five paces ahead, never bothering to look over her shoulder to see if you’re in tow. It’s your responsibility to keep up, she’d told you earlier in the day. I’m making it back – with or without you.

Now, you focus on her braided ponytail swishing between her shoulder blades in an effort to distract from the pain in your muscles and the burning ache in your calves.

The two of you have been walking for hours, not entirely sure of the direction or the destination. Abby seemed to be following a trail, but what was once eroded by familiarity now offers only bare traces of the path underfoot. It’s been a long time since anyone’s been where you are now.

Tall, heavy spruces block the view of the horizon, limiting the ability to gauge how far you’ve travelled or how close you are to the city.

While you’re surveying the thicket of trees around you, a root sticking up from the dirt catches you by surprise and sends you stumbling forward with a muttered oof.

Abby stops in her path, turning sharply to stare at you. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I tripped.”

She scoffs. “Yeah, I know. So does every other person lurking in the fucking woods.”

Your eyebrows pinch together, heat rising to your face as you struggle to maintain your composure. “Abby, there’s no one around for miles.”

“You think I don’t know that? I’m talking about the infected – what if you just woke up a hoard because you fell over their roots?”

“It was a tree root!” you spit back, offended that Abby would consider you to be so careless. “You could’ve warned me about it, by the way. Or you could at least tell me where we’re going.”

“I told you,” she seethes. “I’m going back to the truck.”

The two of you had been a part of a larger group of WLF members sent out to survey an area east of the city. Beyond the stadium and the neighborhoods surrounding it, there was an unkempt expanse of evergreens that stretched hundreds of acres deep. A few days ago, whisps of smoke were spotted rising through the treetops a couple miles in, and Isaac had prepared a group to investigate.

Ten people rode out to the location, including yourself and Abby. Most of the group suspected a small fire in the midst of Washington’s dry season, and a few others figured it was a group of stragglers setting up camp under the cover of the dense forest. Either way, there was little cause for alarm.

The group was split into pairs and instructed to search in small areas before reporting back to the vehicles with their findings. Provided with a crudely hand-drawn map and not much else, you and Abby left in search of whatever person or thing had caused the fire.

Somewhere along the way, you’d missed a turn or walked too far along a path and the two of you got lost, venturing deeper into the woods than you were supposed to. When you suggested that you retrace your steps, nothing on the map seemed familiar, and there was nothing to indicate that another group might be nearby.

You should’ve known something like this would happen. Anytime Abby was around, it was bad news – and she thought the same of you. Your mutual hatred was something the entire WLF base had heard about, and many had witnessed the arguments and shouting matches first-hand.

When the two of you were paired together by Manny, you could see the snickers on the faces of the other group members. Abby had huffed under her breath before shoving the map in your hands and flipping Manny off as she stomped in the opposite direction.

You were in charge of the map, but Abby ultimately had the final say in the direction you took, and you both blamed each other for the position you were in now.

“Abby, we’re walking in circles. How much longer are you going to pretend like you know where we’re going?”

Sweat rolls down the side of your neck and the strap of your gun digs uncomfortably into your shoulder. It’s clear that Abby’s in the same state of exhaustion as she adjusts the heavy holster on her hip. She hadn’t even bothered to count the bullets left between you – you’d die anyway without a way out of the forest.

“M’sorry, do you have a better plan?” she asks, cocking her head to the side. “It’s your fault we’re lost, anyway.”

“My fault?” You stomp towards her, uncaring of the dry branches that snap under your feet. “How s’it my fault, Abby? You were the one in charge.”

“You had the map,” she insists, shoving her finger into your chest when you stop in front of her. “You should’ve been paying more attention.”

“Yeah, well you were the one in front. You must’ve led us the wrong way.” You say, enjoying the way Abby’s jaw tenses in frustration.

“When we get back, I’ll make sure Isaac knows that his favorite little lap dog is incapable of following directions.”

Abby’s expression morphs into that of rage. She pushes you away, sending you stumbling back a step.

“Fuck you,” she pants, puffing out her chest.

You react without thinking and shove her back, much harder than either of you had anticipated.

The shock sends Abby thudding onto the ground, her hands catching her weight before her ass hits the dirt. She kicks out in retaliation and swipes your feet from under you, sending you toppling over her form and driving you both onto the ground.

Landing against her chest, you’re forced to plant your hands on her shoulders to keep yourself upright. Abby’s chest heaves against yours and she scoots her hips to buck you off, unintentionally jostling you closer as you wrap your thighs around her waist to keep from being thrown onto the ground.

She grabs your hips and squeezes roughly in an effort to keep you from squirming any closer. When you stop to look at her, you’re astonished by the view. Her pupils are blown wide and strands of hair stick to her flushed cheeks and you can’t help but imagine that this is what she looks like when she fucks. Her breath comes in short puffs against your face and she licks her lips before tucking her chin to her chest to avoid the closeness of your position.

Overwrought with adrenaline, you follow the tilt of her head and smash your lips onto hers roughly. She pushes back after the surprise wears off, kissing you with fervor until you’re both forced to part for air.

“What the fuck was that?”

“I-I don’t know, I just thought –.”

Abby cuts you off by pressing your lips together again and curling one hand around your jaw.

“Don’t” she murmurs against your mouth. “Don’t think. Just take your fucking pants off.”

With her free hand, she works to remove the holster at her hip and you’re suddenly aware of the weapon still secured across your chest. You break the kiss to undo the strap from your shoulder, setting the gun to the side before yanking your shirt off and throwing it somewhere behind you. Your bra follows shortly after, and when you return your attention to Abby, she’s watching you with hunger in her eyes.

“S’pretty,” she says, cupping your breasts and running her calloused fingers over your smooth skin. The warmth of her hands paired with the humid summer air melts the uncertainty from your bones and you press yourself into her touch without restraint.

“Who knew such a pest could have such nice tits.”

There’s a playful bite to her words and it’s reflexive the way you respond with the same fire.

“Always knew I’d be the one on top,” you quip, moving over her with a sugary voice and a faux roll of your hips. “Y’wanna take charge but you never do. You’re all bark and no bite.”

She bucks her hips up to jostle you in your place, grinning slyly when you lose your balance. “You’ve thought about this before then, huh?”

“Thought about what? Putting you in your place? All the time.”

Your hands go to the hem of Abby’s shirt, shucking the material up to her chest. She takes the hint and raises her arms up, letting you tug the fabric over her head. She reaches around her back to undo her bra, pulling it off and adding it to the mess of clothes around you.

Abby sits up with you in her lap and puts one hand on the back of your neck, bringing her lips to your throat to plant kisses anywhere she can reach. While she’s busy marking your flushed skin with her lips and grazing teeth, you work open the button of your pants and shimmy the thick material down your hips.

You remove yourself from her lap just long enough to pull your pants off while Abby takes the chance to do the same. When you’re bare to each other and the silent forest around you, she pulls you back on top of her and runs her hands up your sides.

“Y’gonna let me taste your pretty pussy? Huh? Gonna come on my mouth? Or d’you want my fingers instead? Bet you’re so pretty when you s—.”

You groan out loud, putting a hand over Abby’s mouth playfully. “Stop talking and fuck me.”

She laughs heartily against your palm, a chirpy sound you don’t think you’ve heard from her before. “Yes ma’am.”

Your hands move to her shoulders as Abby slots one of her thighs between yours, creating a divine pressure between your legs. Shifting your hips experimentally, you stutter over the muscled expanse of her thigh. The stimulation proves to be too much for your frantic mind and you struggle to keep a steady pace.

“Abby-” you choke out, thoughts too static to think of a better plead.

She grunts in acknowledgement, seeming to understand what you’re asking for. Her grip becomes pinching on your hips as she slides your cunt over your toned thigh, flexing her muscles in a way that sends an unexpected tremor through your clit.

The sudden pleasure makes you cry out, furrowing your brows together and throwing your head back as Abby leads your movements.

“S’that all it takes to get you to quit running your mouth? Y’just needed to get fucked, huh?”

Abby closes the space between the two of you, leaning in to kiss you again. She nips at your bottom lip, sinking her teeth into the gentle skin there and tugging sharply. A broken moan escapes your parted lips and she takes the opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth.

A sheen of slick glistens against her skin where you slide your puffy clit over her thigh. It takes all of your energy to remain upright as she ruts your hips over hers with a pace that blurs the line between pleasure and punishment.

You pull away from her mouth to suck in a breath of air, taking the chance to warn Abby of the tension building in your core.

“Gonna come, mmph – please.”

“That’s it,” she grunts, eager eyes transfixed on your tits bouncing in front of her face. “Let go – make a mess, baby.”

Pleasure overrides your senses, flooding your veins with a rich intensity and filling your chest with warmth. Your cunt throbs against her thigh, slick dribbling down her skin in sappy rivulets. She lets you ride out your orgasm for a minute longer, still grinding your hips against her thigh until you become too sensitive to continue.

“Too much,” you rasp, letting your hands rest on top of Abby’s as she slows the pace of your hips.

You gently squeeze her fingers in appreciation and the intimacy of your touch is almost too much for Abby to handle. She feels her own cunt clench at the sudden realization of your position – Abby might be the one making you come, but the way you command her through subtle touch lets her know that she’s not the only one capable of taking charge.

“S’my turn to make you feel good.”

Your voice snaps Abby out of her thoughts and she watches you reposition yourself between her legs to press your slick cunt against hers. Abby lets you have control, leaning back and resting on her elbows while you hover over her on your knees.

Your hands grasp at her thighs, forcing them further apart to make enough room for you to move. After a moment of adjustment, you find the perfect angle to rub your sensitive clit against hers, causing you to hiss from the feeling of bittersweet overstimulation.

The silence from Abby is unfamiliar and you can’t help but taunt her as you rock your hips into hers.

“Always got something smart to say – where’s that energy now? Cat got your tongue?”

Her expression is foreign, somewhere between needy and content, and you want to study her features until you’ve discovered every detail you’ve missed in willful ignorance.

“Lemme hear you,” you say, coaxing her into a comfortable state. “Don’t hide from me now.”

Abby breaks from her stoic mask for just a moment, allowing herself to openly enjoy the drag of your clit against her delicate bundle of nerves. Her moans are raspy and guttural and pure heaven, and you move against her cunt faster in hopes of drawing more sounds from the blonde underneath you.

The air is thick with your shared pants and the lewd sound of your cunts grinding together. Your combined slick wets the insides of Abby’s thighs and travels up to your naval, smeared over your skin like a translucent haze.

Abby glances down at where you’re connected, humming appreciatively at the sight. “So fuckin’ pretty” she says, mind reduced to nothing by the pleasure coursing through her body. “Next time, you’re putting that pretty pussy on my face.”

The promise of something more is what pushes you over the edge for the second time, sending you forward onto Abby’s chest with a pitiful cry. Abby wraps one arm around you and bucks her hips wildly, finding her own climax as you pant against her mouth.

Her muscled legs tighten around your thighs when she comes against you, pulling you impossibly closer as she comes down from her high. The shwick of your cunts rubbing against each other falters as her movements come to an end.

The stillness of the forest engulfs the two of you in awkward silence, neither of you entirely sure of what to say now that the adrenaline has worn off. You open your mouth to speak, but before you can say anything to relieve the awkward tension in your chest, you’re interrupted by the sound of branches breaking underfoot.

Your eyes widen in shock to find another pair of WLF members standing a couple yards away, looking like they’ve stumbled upon the implausible.

Manny wears a devious grin, like he’d foreseen this exact outcome when he sent the two of you on patrol together. Nora stands beside him with her gun in hand, and you can imagine she was expecting something else waiting beyond the trees by the look of shock on her face.

“Now that’s something I thought I’d never see.”

Abby groans and hides her face in your neck, growing more flushed with each second spent under her friends’ scrutiny.

Manny howls with laughter, patting Nora on the shoulder as they turn their backs to give you the privacy to get dressed and find your composure. You mumble a string of curses under your breath as you slowly remove yourself from Abby while trying to block out your friends’ awkward presence. Manny’s voice breaks through the hands you have pressed over your ears, still rumbling with laughter as he shakes his head.

“You two are never gonna live this down.”

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abbysbasement · 2 years

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ABBY ANDERSON NSFW ALPHABET

AN: I’m tiki!! this is the first fic I’ve posted to tumblr :D super self-indulgent, a bunch of different kinks. started writing this on my birthday and it beat my ass for 3 weeks. I hope you all like it!!! this was supposed to be strictly nsfw but then somehow it became fluff midway because she deserves it ;-; crazy how much love i have for the pretty girl who lives in my playstation 5

content tags (many of these are just ments or glossed over):

reader insert fic, discusses an established relationship between Abby and r | fingering (r! receiving) | cunnilingus (r! receiving) | strap-on sex (r!receiving) | strap-on blowjob, packing (all in ‘Toys’) | cum eating and swapping mentioned briefly | degradation and rough sex in ‘Risk’ and ‘Volume’ | mentions of mindbreak and dollification in ‘Dirty Secret’ | strength/helplessness kink | exercise kink/play(????) in ‘Stamina’ | praise, breeding, and primal sex kink | erotic asphyxiation (specifically headlocking) in ‘Quickie’ | public masturbation in ‘Jack Off’ | objectification (played with, in ‘Stamina’ | spit drinking, spitting and other bodily fluids in ‘Risk’ and ‘Toys’ | overstimulation in ‘Unfair’ | inner monologue alludes to fisting but it doesn’t actually happen ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ in ‘Quickie’ | assplay, anal stimulation if you blink in ‘Wild Card’ | mommy kink in ‘Volume,’ similar verbiage, different context in ‘Kink’

MEN AND MINORS DNI!! 18+ ONLY

word count: 5.4k (oof.)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

abby’s aftercare is the stuff of dreams. you’ll be laying on the bed, still restless and trembling from whatever scene was prior, feeling the dent in the bed smooth out as abby tugs on her boxers and stumbles topless, hair messy, and strap probably still wet (;-;) into the bathroom. you would hear the metal of the harness clatter down to the tile floor before she brings back a couple of damp, warm towels to wipe you down with. she’d massage your back and thighs and ass, making sure to work out all of the tension and soothe any aches, occasionally rubbing lotion on your skin and healing cream over any scratch marks she left behind, soothing any bruises she left behind by rubbing gentle circles over them with her knuckles and icing them if need be. kissing and sucking on any exposed skin she can get to, smoothing down your hair, and cleaning out your tears with a cloth. if it was any more intense play like degradation or humiliation, she would reassure you, looking you into your eyes, kissing you, and rubbing little lines into your cheek with the pads of her thick thumbs, telling you that no matter what, you’re her forever choice, that she loves you more than anything on this earth.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

abby spends a lot of time in the gym sculpting her perfect body, so naturally, her favourite body parts are her thighs and biceps. she’s extremely cocky about her physique, how it draws stares, elicits whispers, and wets panties. lords it over her partner and has a major strength/helplessness kink, pinning you down and watching how the muscles in your arms pulsate and flex but barely make a move. It’s mind-blowing how she can flip you over, legs in the air, back resting over one shoulder with a heavy palm over your tummy, and hammer into you with two thick, calloused fingers until your release is weeping down her wrists and forming a steady drip onto her chest. revels in how your might is only a fraction of hers. adores body worship, giving and receiving; the sensation of her partner running their tongue over the veins and scars on her body is enough to drive her insane with lust. abby is obsessed with her lover’s body, and if you have any insecurities, they’ll be constantly met with kisses, rubs, hickies, and bite marks. her favourite part of your body is your stomach; rubbing it when you're sick, using it as a pillow when you’re cuddling on the bed and watching an old movie, or using it for grip when she’s hitting it from the b-

nonsexually, she thinks that her nose is the best feature on her face, the easiest way to steal a rare giggle or smile from her is to give it a kiss, and she always rubs it against yours before you both fall asleep at night.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Abby doesn’t orgasm particularly fast; she needs a lot more love and attention to cum well and cum hard, so you have to take your time with her; gets really soft and emotional with how patient and gentle you are with her body. gets primarily visual arousal, and when she gets riled up, it's like a water fountain, with super wet stained panties, her lips all pretty and glistening, literally talking to you with squelches and squishy smacking noises ringing out of her juicy cunny. naturally, she gets super shy and red-faced about this. squirt drinker with no regrets, really into the idea of cum swapping, taking it upon herself to make out with you after eating your pussy.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

abby’s dirty secret is that she has a huge dependence kink. she fantasizes about you to being happily stupid, mindbroken, eating out of her palm as she pampers you, creating her own personal plaything and dolly. being able to take what she wants when she wants it, or dressing you up how she wants to see you and having you wear it out, no matter how revealing or embarrassing the outfit is. wants you to see her as your saviour, taking her fingers, or her tongue, or her cock easily, never thinking big girl thoughts, never thinking period because it makes your head hurt, and when your head hurts, you get sad :(( feeding you, clothing you, bathing you, keeping you sheltered and happy with your simple needs in your simple, silly little head. abby is a natural protector and provider, so she does all of these things automatically anyways, but the added arousal of you needing her, of allowing her to own you in every way, being worshipped by you, and being your only safe space adds a level of eroticism that she’s shy to admit.

of course, you would always be content, always joyful to make your owner smile and feel good! happily offering up your holes or going in between her thighs like a good dolly should, because you’re grateful to her. she provides everything else, so why not?

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

abby is not thoroughly experienced with long-term dynamics, she’s had a decent amount of casual sex, but this is a rare foray into actual *romance.* she’s ambitious and has tried different things, but she needs a push sometimes to be more vocal with communicating her sexual needs or telling you what she wants to be done to her in the bedroom. over time and with comfort and trust, she'll become more comfortable with setting boundaries, introducing kinks and other types of play, but she starts shy and closed off. on a purely physical side, became very attentive and skilled over a short amount of time, and is willing to try pretty much anything that isn’t a hard limit.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

abby is obsessed with any position she can show off her physical capabilities in while she’s fucking you. hoisting your legs over your head and pinning them to the bed in mating press while she slams to the hilt like a restless madwoman, each thrust grinding into that rough, almond-shaped sore deep in your wetness that sends shutdown instructions to your brain? check. across a desk, table, countertop, whatever, holding you in a mock-wheelbarrow position, one leg crooked through her arm while the other struggles for balance against your weight and the pattered bump of her fucking in and out of you as your hands scramble the table, fighting for a grip? check. using her superior planking skills to bear all of her weight onto you while she sloughs her cock in and out of you while you lay on your stomach, helpless but to take it, strong arms wrapped around your head as a hand plays in the hair at the crown of your skull? check.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

tries to portray a serious stoic dom during scenes, but sometimes she’ll fuck up a sexy line she’s been brainstorming and you’ll hear her try, (and fail) to stifle a snort and giggle. fights herself not to crack jokes at some of the silly shit the two of you say when you’re peaking, or your varying o-faces. during vanilla sex and when she’s not trying to put on a persona, abby can be very goofy in the bedroom.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

expect tufts of shiny, curly dirty blonde hair around the perimeter of her pussy. it might trail down her thighs, depending on how grown it is, and blends into a soft happy trail going up her stomach to her belly button. if it gets too tangly or hot outside, she might trim it a bit with scissors, but other than that, abby doesn’t really care or think about ‘keeping up’ with her pubic hair. word flies through the stadium that hairy pussy is her weakness, so if you keep yours bushier, don’t be surprised if abby has to compose herself before she digs in.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

emotional intimacy is crucial to her, and constantly being in a space where just for survival she has to compartmentalise her humanity wears down on her mentally. she’s confused when she wakes up in the morning after your first time together, and you’re cuddled into the space between her shoulder and her underarm; sunlight dappling your face as it leaks in through the holes in the privacy shield against the window. after you promised one another that there would be no feelings, no strings attached, just the two of you passing the time and having fun, she doesn’t wake up alone.

sometimes, you’re so sweet to her that she has to fight back tears, which she promptly plays off. you run the edge of your nails up and down her scalp while she’s still bathing in the afterglow of an orgasm, and she feels free. abby loves when you give her pet names, big girl, baby, goldie, prince charming, but when she slides her flat palms under your shirt, rubbing up and down your torso, and you breathe out just ‘abs,’ that's when she knows she’s found her way home.

in her eyes, there is no god, but she understands worship when she fucks into you slowly, gently, opening you up bit by bit, her whispers almost inaudible in the crook of your neck as she cradles you in her hands like she’s trying to capture a moment in time; she understood what it meant to be sanctified when you kiss for a long time, hands exploring one another, all of her hard on all of your soft, and don’t end up fucking. for years she’s felt like a tool for other people to use, so it’s hard for her to verbalise her needs in fear of being shut down, but somehow, you just… know. she lets her guard down for you, gets too pliant and lazy and comfortable in a way that she’s still learning to be okay with. she’s still working on emotional availability and being open with herself and others, but you remind her that she exists, and abby is forever grateful for that.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

abby isn’t super chronically horny, but will definitely turn to her hand if it’s been an extended patrol run where she has to be away from you for multiple nights at a time. she thanks her lucky stars the first time she opens her pack while camping out with her team at Eight and finds naughty polaroids you snuck in her bag. she finds it easy to treat her insomnia on those nights by shoving her fingers deep into her pussy and curling against her swollen g-spot, while her thumb flicks against the mass of her clit, sending shockwaves that spasm her toes and travel up her spine to the top of her head.

she has to use the flat of her palm against her mouth to stifle adorable, high pitched moans as her hips snap wildly, chasing an orgasm that rips through her body, leaving her panting heavily and leaking the contents of her fucked-out hole down her ass. she’s woken you up before with how loud and intense her sounds can be, so she hopes she can keep quiet well enough to not wake her squadmates stirring in their sleep.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

abby is heavily turned on by praise; tell her that she’s fucking you so good, that she’s hitting that spot just right, that she’s so pretty and strong and takes care of you just how you need it, and you’ll drive her crazy with love and lust. despite the fact that she reasonably can’t, abby always gets a kick out of you begging her to cum inside of you, to give you a baby, which she happily obliges, pressing deep into you with your feet to your ears, taking advantage of how much bigger and stronger she is, how tiny and pathetic and weak you are when you struggle, licking tears of ecstasy from your eyes and growling, “you want me to make you into a mommy, huh? –to blow my fuckin’ load deep in you?”

loves primal sex, fucking you on your tummy, against your bedroom door, in a headlock, over the table… enough said, just hunting you like prey and using all of her physical dominance to control your body like an animal, wrenching orgasm after orgasm out of your body even when you’re begging and pleading that it’s too much. she wants to dumb you out, ruin your mind and make you think only of her, living, breathing, existing only off of how good she makes you feel.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

abby is on whatever you’re on, honestly. she’s more careful at the stadium or the FOB, not wanting to do anything that jeopardises your reputations or her cushy position at isaac’s right hand. okay with weighing risks at home base, but she’s too paranoid and focused on keeping you safe in a dangerous world to do anything when the two of you are outside the fence. her baby isn’t a soldier, so you might be more idealistic and naive about what lies outside of the walls. it’s hard for her to let her guard down when you’re too sweet, too optimistic, too soft, and there are a million terrible, horrible ways she could lose you lurking around every corner. the most you’ll get while on patrol is a quick make-out session, a couple of playful slaps to your ass or a hand on your waist pulling you from here to there, and at *most* a little bit of bump and grind in a deadbolted room. if she can guarantee your safety and comfort, she’ll oblige. but she’s not hard to convince, and she can’t deny your puppy eyes when you ask for a late-night quickie in the community showers. but all in all, she prefers her bedroom, where the two of you can be as loud as you want, where she can make the bed shake and rattle and hear you whine and moan and cry as much as she wants.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

loses her mind over tension. sexual tension, romantic tension, when you two are so pissed at each other that you could tear the other apart with bare hands. firm believer that the make-up sex is the best part of a fight. heated arguments turn into rough, primal fucking to fix both of your attitudes. the two of you stealing heated glances across the cafeteria while you work the consignment desk turns into the two of you huddled in a utility closet, abby’s cheeks warming the space between your breasts, raking a finger through your folds painfully slow. when you see her after a long rotation in her militia gear, bloody, covered in dirt and whatever else but still whole and still yours, your soldier, your protector– it’s like the two of you go into fucking heat, romping like bunnies for hours while you reward her for a job well done, letting her burn off all of that pent up adrenaline and jumpiness from the day.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

she’s really anxious about hard impact. she’s painfully aware of how much stronger she is than the average woman, and she’ll never get anywhere more physical than a firm slap on your ass or pussy, or little slaps to your cheek to redirect you during play. she’s terrified of hurting you, and she’ll never go farther than that, even if you really want her to.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

abby’s a head monster. can eat you out for HOURS to the point of overstimulation. gripping and slapping your ass, squishing your pussylips between two fingers, relishing in the way that your gush leaks from the seams, wrenching your thighs apart so she can have easy access to fuck you out with her tongue. she’s a bit impartial to receiving when you first get together. she considers herself a service top; she gets off watching you get off, and great head is infrequent at the stadium. that all changed the first time you offered, tongue plying down into her musky heat, savouring the salty-sweetness of her warmth. from there, she was lost, fucking your mouth and chasing her own pleasure. the only thing breaking her out of her haze was the feeling of you lightly slapping her inner thigh, running out of breath from the heavy palm tangled in your hair holding you tight to her cunt. she apologised profusely afterward that she was too blissed out, that she’ll be more mindful next time. you two still laugh about how the head was so good she tried to kill you; poor baby doesn’t know her own strength :(

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Most times, if she's lethargic and sleepy from a long shift she’ll let you take complete control, riding her until your orgasm and then falling asleep on her tummy. Other times, like days off, she's in full control; fucking you like she hates you in the prone position as she pushes you down with her weight, or laying in bed and holding your leg up in the air effortlessly as she fucks you slow and romantic from the side.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

abby desires you in every way. it doesn’t really matter to her, as long as she can get her hands on you. she loves quickies for their tense, ’try not to get caught’ vibe and the challenge of seeing how fast she can ruin you with just her fingers and tongue, but in reality, she’s not very good at them. she’s fucked you ten minutes before she had to roll out for patrol, just because she was pent up from last night and you looked soo fucking irresistible. fucking you fast and rough with her arm around your throat, doling out breath as she saw fit, your eyes rolling back as you got brought to orgasm and then taken back to the starting line over and over. it carried over so late that they had a rookie come to her door and knock looking for her. needless to say, that rookie got chewed out and taken off her next patrol for insubordination.

but I think she relishes getting to be slow with you. everything in her life is so fast, so twitchy, always on edge, so she really values getting to lay down in bed with you and take you down piece by piece. spreading open your lips and working you open finger by finger until you’re all swollen down there and leaking over her palm, pussy so cute and red and puffy and just *begging* for her thumb to slide in too. introducing the strap to your well-used, well-warmed-up cunt, and analysing every muscle in your face as you keen at the insertion. she’ll rub your clit achingly slow, listening as you babble for more, to stop teasing, to fuck you the way that only she knows, and marvels at how your hard clit stands at attention and bounces around her fingertips. when she’s done, abby wants it to be hours after, your moans still stuck to the ceiling, pussy clenching and unclenching, wetting the sheets as you’re left a defiled slut, but most importantly, hers and hers only.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

abby anderson is good for being adventurous in bed, but she’s only really comfortable with simple risks; erotic asphyxiation, rope bondage, spanking. one night, you asked her if she could bring her service pistol into the bedroom –unloaded, disassembled and reassembled, of course– and it was a firm ‘no.’ but she still thinks about it sometimes, not gonna lie. she never wants to put you in a place where recklessness can get one, or both of you seriously injured or worse.

but what she didn’t know, however, was that she was getting into a relationship with a crazy fucking daredevil. you’re practically owned by trying to convince her to fuck in risky, dangerous places.

"babe, why don’t i give you some head? you cleared out this scar camp sooo good–!" "no."

":(( let's scissor in this abandoned tunnel, then!" "stop. we gotta sweep the area for infected."

"are you sure you don’t want some pussy off the side of this ferris wh–" "what the fuck did i say?"

under normal circumstances, abby wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to punish you for being bratty, but right now she’s trying to keep her lunch inside, thankyouverymuch!

sidebar but sometimes she’ll just snap after all of your failed attempts at seducing her, pushing you into the dirt wherever you are, and just… starts savagely hard domming you, sheathing her strap into your cunt with her hand over your mouth and the other fisted in your hair, pulling by the roots, wedging your mouth open and making you swallow thick gobs of her spit.

“this what you wanted, right?” yanking your head up to meet her face, eyes burning with rage. “and you better be fuckin’ quiet. goddamn liability.” she sneers into your ear, bottoming out into you over and over again and battering your cervix and tender inner walls, the pleasure and degradation making fat tears run down your cheeks. fortunately (for her, at least,) she doesn’t have any more problems with disobedience for the rest of the journey back to the FOB.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

dating a gym rat wasn’t your most well-thought-out idea, as she has so much more stamina than you know what to do with. content with fucking you until her muscles burn and you’re begging her that it’s too much, abby treats you like human exercise equipment. when she really needs long-term stress relief, she whispers in your ear, “lay down baby, you’re gonna be my workout buddy, yeah? g’na be my good girl and help me get bigger and stronger?”

she makes you count out how many strokes she gives you, holding you up and bouncing you on her fat dick with nothing else but the strength of her bulging, hard-working muscles supporting every pound of your weight, muttering something to herself about how this is better than getting on the bench, anyways. you’re surprised when you see her looking over her naked form in the mirror after a long “personal training” session, and she has an actual muscle pump.

after what feels like hours, you’re trying to catch your breath, looking and feeling a fucked out mess, when abby runs her hands back over your ass, kneading and gently ghosting over your ruined pussy with a finger. “got another set in you, i know you do.” and you barely have enough time to get back into position before your eyes are rolling back and she’s ripping a moan out of you, in plank position with her hands on either side of your head as she slides her cock head into your messy, torn-up twat.

...it’s going to be a long session.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

abby’s prized possession is a glittery blue strap-on, eight-and-a-half inches of pure problem, sourced from the ruins of a dilapidated strip mall the two of you stumbled across on patrol. she was a bit impartial to the idea, but figured that it would ease some of the stress off her achy wrists. quickly became hooked, wanting to use it every time you two fucked, and any chance she could crop up, nestling into you while you stood at the sink, hands in the dishes, her fingers getting lost under your bra, squishing a nipple as she sunk deeper inside. she loved how she could see you get more and more fucked out than you ever had off just her tongue alone, could grit her teeth as leather and rough fabric bit into her clit, could marvel in the mirror at the bulge it left when she stuffed it into her briefs before heading out for the day, straining against the grey cotton, altering the tempo of her walk, forcing her natural manspread just a little bit wider. could get a *great* core workout from pounding into your abused holes for hours.

abby is obsessed with strap sucking as foreplay, especially if you fix up those pretty, puffed-up lips with gloss or lipstick so that she can watch as sloppy rings form around the silicone. loves watching you make yourself messy with spit running down your chin as you mouth her strap through her cotton boxers. (loves SLOPPY top, like really throat it, gag, hit the back of your throat choking it down, slobber coating your fingers in messy globs. wants to see tears and snot and spit dribbling out of you from loving her cock the way only you know how.)

one night, you finally give her the green light to act out one of her biggest fantasies, letting her fuck your throat nice and deep, making you gag and drool every time she bottoms out, your domineering girlfriend reaching a hand to rub your clenching throat, whispering a mixture of sweet nothings and abject depravity that sends shockwaves to your clit and makes you ruin your panties.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

abby doesn’t consider herself a sadist but lets it be known that there’s no such thing as a free lunch. knows just when to switch off her puppy-dog girlfriend mode that just wants to make you feel good and turn on her wolf callousness, the cruelty that relishes torturing you. will let you be a brat and then edge you for days as punishment, watching you cry as her finger brushes over your exploited clitty, helpless but to let her go knuckle deep in your little hole and thrashing as she fucks you ever so slowly, savouring your pleas to have mercy. not super into the public sex thing, but will have you sit on her lap or her thigh in the cafeteria or in the common area at the stadium, grinding into your pussy and pretending like nothing is happening while you stifle your moans and your mind goes blank.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Abby is possessive DOWN and, therefore, loud as fuck when you two are at each other. tried to hold back her moans when y’all had first got together, now she’s an animal in the bedroom, groaning and panting in your ear turning into growls and near-inhuman whines and moans. a sucker for call-and-response, and will tease you over and over again until you say, ‘it’s your pussy, this is your pussy,’ in the way she likes it. wants people to walk past her room and know what’s going on, wants to claim you even when you’re not together, wants to make it known that you’re strictly off limits. her mouth gets filthier and more degrading when she’s far gone, and it’s not unlikely for her to growl out that you’re a bitch or a whore, and make you repeat it at the top of your lungs.

when she’s bottoming, it’s a whole different story, keening and moaning into your touch, stifling her whines by biting her lip, a habit that you hate. has pretty, subby moans that only get louder the closer she gets to orgasm. It's enough to ring in your ears and shake the wall; the sounds of her begging and crying can definitely be heard in the hallways and outside on the green, but when she’s close, chasing her peak and pleading to be let go, she doesn’t give a fuck. It’s obvious what it is, what’s going on, that it’s abby begging, “mommy– fuck, please let me get off please lemme fuckin’ cum, ineeditineeditireallyneedit.” it’s the sound that can be heard around the world, but she’s never been approached about it, and at this point she really dares someone to try.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

has a habit of slamming the headboard with her palm when she’s filling you rough and deep with her strap. she’d never turn her pent-up aggression on you, but it fires you up knowing that she’s on the verge of losing it. it makes you crazy, seeing her in her most primal form, bottled-up stress and anger spilling out of her, using your pussy the way she wants, how she thinks you deserve it. also a firm believer in sticking her thumb in your asshole while fucking you from behind.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

five feet and eleven inches of absolutely sculpted muscle. every single part of her looks custom made, every freckle painted on by hand, each scar webbing her skin a reminder of every time she made it back home. unshaven everywhere, her tummy and her legs and her underarms covered in dense, velvety swaths of hair, making her cuddly and soft like a pillow. the doughy fat of her small breasts pokes out over her impressive pectorals; the divot of her chest is covered in a heavy swath of freckles. deep pink, medium-sized nipples, slightly puffy and heavily sensitive. enjoys nipple play and breast stimulation as foreplay; likes having her breasts sucked on during sex. straight hips and thick thighs, deep scar on her left thigh from a raider ambush. has an outie pussy with fat outer lips, inner labia is dark pink and protrudes; the first thing to engorge when aroused. larger than average clit with high sensitivity. less sensitive to penetration, so she usually needs a lot of foreplay or dual stimulation to have a penetrative orgasm. curly blonde pubic hair around the perimeter of her vagina. firm ass, all muscle. brown splotch birthmark on her left asscheek. has an asshole, you know.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

abby prides herself on willpower and self-control, but when it comes to you, she burns hot. she wants her hands, tongue, fingers, everything on you or in you or grabbing anything she can touch. she had secret trysts, an assortment of sneaky links and fuckbuddies to scratch that itch deep inside, but she was c o n t r o l l e d by how much she desired you, how she fucks you like she needs you or else she’ll fucking die.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

such a cuddlebug. after it’s all said and done, expect abby to use the superior force of her body to roll you on top of her, lips full of praise and sweet kisses, and run hands through your hair and down your back until you fall asleep. watches you for a little while, taking in every peaceful, sweet feature on your face until that familiar warm pressure coats her skull and the pull of gravity plays against her eyes. she always goes to bed last, dutiful in making sure you're content, sated and happy, but on days where she doesn’t have to work she’s the last to wake up, a lump forming in her throat when you greet her with breakfast and coffee from the cafeteria, she laughs it off as soreness from sleeping under an open window.

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ioannemos · 2 years

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let the dog out one last time for the night and noticed it was snowing veeery lightly

so it begins

#we're supposed to get up to TWO FEET this weekend #oof #this sure was a post #personal #abbie needs a twitter

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endless-ineffabilities · 1 year

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turning red

modern!Daemon Targaryen x f!reader

masterlist

themes/warnings: jealous!Daemon, reader has a crush on Daemon, language, semi-PDA

Jealousy rears its ugly head, when someone (stupidly) attempts to woo you in front of Daemon.

"So who was that?" Daemon asked suddenly.

He's been leaning closer and closer to you in the booth, trying to drown out all the noise. The club was in full swing, and this normally isn't your scene, but one of your friends managed to drag you out with her tonight.

"Who was what?" You raise your voice at him. Daemon feels your breathing on the side of his neck, and he enjoys it. He likes how close you are.

"That fucker who tried to ask you out."

"Oof," you lean back, "Bit hostile there, Daemon. He's a... friend of Abby's. Apparently she's trying to set us up."

"I didn't know you needed some help in that department." He threw his shot back. A fireball. He offered you one as well, but you grimaced at him, claiming it wasn't to your taste. At which point he playfully pinched your cheeks and called you, "little chicken."

You narrow your eyes at him, taking a sip of your own drink. "Well, I don't. I get plenty of action, I'll have you know."

He smirks, ready with a comeback. "Is that so, darling? As your neighbour, I have some rough idea of whether you bring back company to your apartment. And, well... I haven't really seen any."

"You don't know everything, Daemon Targaryen."

"No?" He suavely pushes his hair back with one hand, knowing it'll get your attention. As if your attention could be diverted anywhere else with Daemon sitting so close, in his perfectly-fitted black sweater, smelling deliciously of sage and cedarwood. "But I do know you. You don't warm up to people easily. Especially not to lousy guys like him."

You don't want to get fazed by the intense gaze he's giving you. You think you're so used to it, and gestures like that are Daemon's bread and butter. No wonder he has so many fawning over him.

But... well. Maybe it's the alcohol coursing through you, or it's the fact that you've been crushing over your white-blonde neighbour ever since you moved in the building, but you feel warm all over.

And you feel the urge to just lean over and kiss him.

In true Daemon fashion, he notices.

"You look like you want to kiss me, darling."

"Huh?"

"Got you all tongue-tied," he smugly says. "Don't worry. I've been told I have that effect on just about everyone."

That got you out your daze. Silly girl with her silly crush.

You shake your head. "So humble, Daemon."

"Though it's only you that I wish to have that effect on."

You nearly spit out your drink, righting yourself just in time. "What did you just say?"

"I think you bloody heard me."

You sigh. Is this another one of his games? Does he see you as just another conquest? "Don't even try to pull anything on me."

To his credit, he genuinely looks taken aback. "What makes you think I will?"

"Well, I know you. I've seen how you use your charms, and how people fall for it. Every. Time." Your head spins. Could be the booze, could just be Daemon's presence. "But not with me. I won't let you - "

"Do you really think you're just like everyone else to me?" He smirks haughtily. "Do you not have eyes? I have tried, over and over, to just - "

"Hey there, beautiful. Glad to see you're right where I left you." Tobias, the aforementioned guy your friend is encouraging you to hook up with, slides in the booth across from you, an easy megawatt smile on his face.

Daemon Targaryen could have rolled his eyes all the way into oblivion. From the corner of your eye, you swear Daemon scooted even closer, his arm sliding on the back of your shared seat.

"Hey man, how are you?" Tobias greets, reaching a hand out to Daemon, "I'm Tobias."

"Daemon."

Their hands shake firmly, just once, but Tobias makes a show of wriggling his fingers as he pulls away.

"Damn. Firm grip you got there, man."

Daemon slyly smirks and raises a pale eyebrow in response.

"So," Tobias says, immediately uncomfortable after a few seconds of silence, "how do you two know each other?"

"Oh, he lives across the hall from me." You say nonchalantly. What else is there to add? That you've held a torch for Daemon since a week after you moved in, when he offered to help you carry a bookshelf into your apartment, and you ended up bickering over the better wallpaper to put up in your kitchen?

He wanted the one with the complex deep red pattern, whilst you favoured the more neutral navy blue and light gray.

After a long while, you found yourselves sitting on your living room rug, a couple of cold beers downed between the two of you.

"Is there one with red and light gray?" He blurted out, as he lay down on his side.

"Huh?" You were confused at first. Lying down on your stomach mindlessly swinging your feet behind you, you had thought that you hadn't felt that comfortable with anyone in a long while. Especially not in the first few hours of meeting them.

"The kitchen wallpaper." He pointed that way.

"Oh? There must be. How come your colour still gets chosen?" You respond playfully. "It's not like this is your apartment."

"It's a compromise isn't it, darling? Besides, I have a feeling I'll be spending plenty of time over here."

"Will you now?" You had said, a blush spreading across your cheeks. You hoped he would.

And he did. Since then, the two of you would constantly come over to each other's apartments.

Well, save for those days and nights when he had someone over. And those were quite often, much to your chagrin.

Back in the club, Daemon adds to Tobias. "We're very close. I practically live in her apartment."

"So," Tobias gestures at you and Daemon, "are you two...?"

"No!" You exclaim a bit too quickly.

"That's great! I mean, for me." Tobias beams and winks at you.

Daemon stares blankly at him, lips curling in thought. His fist clenches on the table, and he feels compelled to drive it straight through Tobias' shining veneers.

"How so?" Daemon asks, his tone turning condescending, as if speaking to a clueless child.

"Sorry, man?"

"How is that great for you? Do you actually think you've got a chance with her?"

"Look, I don't want any - "

Daemon's voice casually drips with poison. "Do you honestly think I would allow this to fucking happen?"

"Daemon!" you elbow him lightly in the ribs, but he doesn't budge one bit. Give this blonde prince one too many fireballs and he runs his mouth the first chance he gets.

Tobias raises his hands in mock surrender. His happy-go-lucky demeanor has faltered, and he shirks back from Daemon's glare. "As I was saying, I don't want any trouble. I just like her, and honestly, it's her choice whether she wants to hang with me or not."

Daemon continues to crowd you in your booth, his leg pressed against yours, his arm caging you in from behind.

You tell Tobias, "I'm sorry about him. He must be getting drunk." Then to Daemon, "Could you give it a rest, please? I don't understand - "

Then Daemon... oh, Daemon... smashes his wanting lips against yours.

His hands hold on to your face, keeping you in place. The both of you have pushed further in the booth, with you pressed against the velvet wall.

Your lips move, hungrily, seemingly on their accord. Or simply acting on what you have desired, what you have craved for the past year. What has only been in your imagination until now.

"Wait," you actually manage to pull away, silly girl, and notice that Tobias has vacated the booth. "Tobias..."

"Do you want him?" Daemon questions, one hand tracing your collarbone.

"No, but..."

"Do you want me, darling?"

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes. "You know i do."

He smiles knowingly. "Tell me to stop," he presses a kiss against your neck, "and I will."

A laugh escapes you, free and unbridled. This must be the effect of having your heart known.

"I think," you say, "if I tell you to stop, I'll regret it for the rest of my goddamn life."

He says nothing, merely tilts his chin to you, beckoning you closer.

But before your lips meet once more, a figure turns up at your booth, clad in a shimmering sequin dress.

Your friend Abby slams her hands on the table, startling you. Daemon merely throws her a look over his shoulder, irate at the disturbance.

"Heeey, girly." She winks at you. "Hey, Daemon. Am I interrupting something?" She sinks down in the opposite booth, and daintily leans forward on her elbows, cupping her face in her hands.

"Yes." - "No."

"No, it's alright." You repeat, giving Daemon a quick side eye. "What's up?"

"I was about to ask, but I can see now why Tobias hightailed it out of this booth with his tail between his legs."

Daemon snorts at that. "Weasel," he mumbles under his breath.

"He's nice enough," you tell Abby, "but not for me."

"Oh, I totally get it." She wags her eyebrows at you and gestures to Daemon, when she thinks he isn't looking. But he notices, and the exchange causes him to smirk.

She stands, "Trust me. I predicted this ages ago. It's about damn time."

Your face heats up, but Daemon just responds with, "I absolutely fucking agree."

"See you, lovebirds." She sings, finally sauntering away.

"I thought she'd never leave." Daemon dramatically sighs, turning back to you.

"Be nice." You scold playfully, smiling. He merely gazes at you, his girl, before casting his gaze downward.

"Now," his hand snakes up your knees, crawling torturously under your skirt, then pauses. "Where were we?"

"Fuck it. Let's get out of here."

would y'all believe me when I say that part 3.1 to fire like yours is almost finished at 5k or so words, but I'm still not too satisfied with it? (what a drag) well oh well, I'll post it anyway tomorrow.

Hope this Daemon short makes up for it (even just a little tiny bit) 🖤

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