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The Cloak-and-Dagger Game - DA2

M!Hawke x Fenris ft. Varric

Varric is writing another book and needs inspiration for his protagonist's sex sequence. To ensure his knowledge is clear as glass, he decides to snoop around Hawke's mansion to see what he and Fenris get up to. The dwarf ends up pleasantly surprised.

MDNI 🔞: sex, gay boys, top!Hawke, bottom!Fenris, flirting, dirty talk, language, erotic massage, rough kissing, spying, humor, Varric is hilarious, and plenty of banter.

In my attempts to complete my most recent tale, I've found myself in a rut; stuck with a lack of creativity. This happens among writers many times in their lives, but through trials and tribulations, or perhaps sheer luck, they break down such blockages. Unfortunately for me, I've been staring at this page for a while now, and of course its a heated scene.

I would love to think of myself as a sexually involved man, a romantic lover, but moments like this brings me to opposite conclusions. Perhaps I need to get into the mood when I write these sequences, or ask someone how to go about establishing the involvement of two men. I wipe the annoyance from my tired eyes, knowing fully that asking that question would be rather complicated. Sebastian has probably never been touched in his life, nor has Anders, but Hawke has, and so has the broody elf, Fenris.

Perhaps the clouds have lifted. A warmth pools over my lower belly as I imagine their secret escapades, or perhaps its the ale. No one knows what kinds of lustful acts they conduct, which would make it hard to interrogate them. I nearly banish the thought from my mind when I recall a conversation had between them at the Hanged Man. Something about staying the night in Hawke's mansion to 'catch up' after all of three days of separation had passed. I could snoop around, wade my way through the mansion until I stumble upon his sleeping quarters. I'd stay in a tight closet, yes, Varric, very good!

And so it is settled, I play the cloak-and-dagger game.

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If I hadn't been so dull, I would have left some space between myself and the damn linens. Closets in these large houses never fail to be stuffed with ridiculous clothing. Wriggling against the farbics, I peek through the grates on the side of the wood paneling. From there, two figures are seated on the carpet, enjoying wine next to the fire. It crackles, blazing gold against their casual garb. I don't think I've ever seen Fenris and Hawke dress so simply, especially in one another's presence. Firelight brightens their skin and for once in all of the time I've known the elf, he smiles. Chuckles, even, at the yarn Hawke begins to spin.

He's truly not that comical. Well, compared to me, at least.

"...and that was how I defeated a Qunari in battle with a broken sword," Hawke finished with a bow.

Fenris had clapped, smirking with full lips. "A true hero of legend!"

Hawke batted the comment with his hand," forget it!"

"Award him with anything he desires!" Fenris replied.

Of course, I feel happy for Hawke and that broody elf, but their interactions are anything but unique. Typical lovers congratulating one another on their accomplishments was mild drabble, I want more, and after a moment of feeling like a fool trapped in a closet, I finally have my wishes granted.

"Anything I desire?" Hawke coos, "I would like you in my bed, elf."

"Me? I'm sure you can find someone better..." Fenris might be serious, appearing self-conscious as his gaze is cast aside.

Suddenly, Hawke's voice lowers. "No, Fenris. You have always had my full desire. I only crave you."

Now we're talking. I wish I brought a quill and paper with me, though I doubt it would fit in that closet with me. Hawke pulls the elf into a kiss with the tug of his fingers under that dainty chin. It's slow at first, then picks up when they began to get handsy. To be completely honest, I have always wanted to see the full design of Fenris' lyrium tattoos. They peak out along his arms and throat, some on his legs, but I have never had the chance to truly see what kind of chaos covers his torso. Hawke has, and I am still slightly jealous for that.

The elf happily disrobes, sitting nude in the wake of the fire. White, glowing lines flow along every muscle, branching around his body as a tree in spring blooms outward. It's kinda cool, though unfortunate. All the pain of a full body carving, and for what? To rip people's hearts out? It doesn't seem very fair. Soon, Hawke joins him in the disrobing, throwing their clothes to the side nearest to this closet. I hold my breath, don't you dare bump anything.

Luckily, they don't seem to notice my shadow moving between the grates. I am safe for the moment, thank the Maker. Fenris climbs atop Hawke, straddling his left thigh. He moves along the bulging muscles with finesse and utmost experience. To my surprise, he begins to make a stream of noises I never thought I would hear. They are loose, sultry in the back of his throat. A songbird couldn't carry a pretty tune as this elf can. Hawke has his left hand settled on the elf's hip, moving it along with the smooth gyrations.

"Care to take a ride with me, my beautiful Fenris?" Hawke asks softly.

Fenris nods, "yes, I believe a ride is much needed."

Oh yes, I agree. Hawke lifts the elf into his arms and I can't help but adore the way broody elf's legs wrap around Hawke's strong torso. To the bed they go and I've lost visual on them. Goddamnit, I curse. I peer around the closet for any holes in the wood, but I am left with darkness. Perhaps if I slightly open the door, I can see the bed. Rattling is heard from the nightstand, so there is enough distraction and noise to hide my movements. Carefully as to remain hidden, I push the closet door forward until there is a decent view of the bed. To my relief, neither of them noticed the squeaking. Varric, if you ever do this again, don't choose the fucking closet next time.

Hawke takes his time kissing the elf, making sure his lips have ventured over every crevice and marking on Fenris' body. His moans are sweet, but grow desperate when his lover pushes his legs upward to touch his shoulders. Maker's balls, I can't believe how flexible the elf is. If anyone else in our group ever tried that, they'd be out of commission for a month. However, Fenris wraps his arms around his calves, keeping them in place so Hawke has full access to his ass. He dips down to plant a kiss on the back of the elf's thigh, relaxing his partner, no doubt. Fenris is always a nervous creature, so such tenderness is most definitely needed.

Then, things become interesting.

I watch as Hawke latches to the elf's backside, licking the skin and fucking the hole with his tongue. Broody elf's big, green eyes roll back into his head, flopping to the bedsheets in absolute delight. A tingle pricks at my belly, an excitement like no other. I may need to take care of personal business at this rate, but not here. The sounds are obscene and Fenris is eating them up, going so far as to grip Hawke's hair for dear life.

"G-Get the oil, Hawke," the elf pleads, "I want more than just your tongue inside of me."

"Is it that bad?" He joked with a wink.

"It's better than anything I could ever dream."

Cheesy as hell, and I roll my eyes. Another kiss is pressed to the elf's leg before Hawke turns to grab their decorative bottle of oil. It's in a gold vial covered in intricate markings, likely one of the treasures Hawke's been gifted over the years. A few drops suffice along with the man's spit to lube them both. The larger man lays back against the pillows, welcoming a needy elf to seat himself on his lap. Those markings glow brightly, nearly blinding me as I try to shield my eyes. One hand on Hawke's well endowed cock and one lyrium clad palm help ease the elf onto that incredible hilt.

Pain, plenty of pain causes the elf to cry out. Even I cannot help but flinch at the idea of being penetrated by something so thick. The stretch must be unforgiving, though broody is taking it like a champ. Hawke rubs the elf's hips, attempting to sooth the agony just a little more. It takes time, and I expect it to, but soon he's seated and breathing heavy. And this is why I don't bottom.

"Are you alright, Fenris?" Hawke checks in, voice gentle.

Fenris only groans, gasping for any words willing to be released. There appear to be none present, therefore, he ignores communication and starts to rock his hips. Bouncing up and down, he brings Hawke into a small fit of vocalization. It's everything I imagined it would be, just as masculine and deep as his usual voice. Opening up slowly, Hawke joins Fenris in thrusting upward into the elf, angling his hips in a different manner every time. I raise my brow in momentary confusion, what is he trying to accomplish?

Suddenly, Fenris cries out, gripping Hawke's strong forearms. I think I see trails of blood leaking to the bed. "Keep your hips like that and don't you dare shift them!"

Ah, I mumble to myself, he found broody's love spot.

The thrusting continues in this new position and Fenris is mewling like the most popular whore in all of Lowtown. I never thought I would be hearing Fenris lose himself in the wrung of pleasure, but here I am, stiffening from the men before me. Bianca will be jealous, but I ignore the thought and begin to palm at my trousers.

"Fenris, not so fast... I might-" Hawke growls, head thrown back against the plush pillows.

Fucking hell, Hawke.

The elf slams his mouth against his lover's, taking him in a deep, hot kiss. "Come, right now... fill me with your kin."

What the hell, Fenris?

It all becomes too much, even for me, and I watch as the two come undone within each other's grasp. Fenris releases himself all over the front of Hawke's stomach and chest while the champion of Kirkwall has found a safe place to expel his orgasm within the elf. In order to keep myself from joining them, I squeeze the hell out of my testicles, focusing on the pain as opposed to the pleasure. They collapse onto the bed, heaving breaths until the only sound in the room is the roar of the fireplace.

"Once you're up to it, how does a bath sound?" Hawke questions.

"Much needed," broody raises his head to kiss Hawke's cheek, "thank you, my darling Hawke."

"Always, Fenris," he had replied.

No, no, thank you both, I cackle in thought, for all of these incredible ideas. Hopefully, I won't get anything wrong when I tell this story.

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Worthy of a Queen | Jurdan Canon Compliant AU

AU: Jude decided to take Cardan in small doses during The Wicked King. Lovers AU

Summary: Jude was a fool for try to best Cardan here. She may be a cunning spy and a swords master but the bedroom and lovemaking was his domain.

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“Shall we continue?” he asked in a voice of innocence that certainly seemed akin to lying with how far innocence was from his intentions.

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Jude had underestimated Cardan. She got her prize, she had won the battle, but he was going to win the war. With that miserable thought in mind and her pride boiling with anger she spat out her response, “fuck you.”

Cardan’s chuckle was dark and dangerous as he said, “with pleasure.”

Rating: M is for mature and mad filthy (but ends sweetly) (I try to trick ya in the beginning bare with it)

AN: This is my first ever fic!!!! And of course, it's Jurdan and of course, it's smut. No one is surprised. Shout out to Amber and Hannah for being my beta readers and convincing me to post this. And shout out to @slightlyrebelliouswriter23 who's beautiful writing made me go fuck it and sit down and write something myself which I've always wanted to do, so thank you keep being wonderful.

Please let me know what y'all think! I have ideas for a whole fic for this so if you want that tell me.

Inspired by these sketches and this

set during the Wicked King

warnings: hair pulling, spanking, and light bondage

AO3

As she lay sprawled out on her hands and knees, dirty, sweaty, and out of breath, it was clear to Jude Duerte that pride was her hamartia. She could have everything that she needed if she would only concede but stubbornly she refused to. Her pride wouldn't allow it, no matter how desperate she was.

Instead of the glory, she assumed she would achieve that night she lay there pathetically at his mercy. Something she deeply detested. She detested it almost as much as the smirk she could practically hear on his full lips as an infuriatingly cocky laugh rumbled out from deep in his throat. A laugh that had her toes curling and her seeing red and seething. Just as most things that came from his lips did.

Jude gritted her teeth together as she futilely attempted once more to get him to relent but the ironclad grip on her hair did not loosen and she was met with another rumble of laughter followed by a resonating smack of skin against skin. Her cheek stung from the impact and the slap made her burn red hot. The blow would surely bruise.

She hated him for this. Absolutely loathed him for it. She could easily beat him in a fight, have him on his back with a knife to his throat in less than ten seconds if she wanted. He knew that as much as she did. He probably relished in the knowledge of it, of having her here like this when she could easily best him. But she couldn’t now. Not if she wanted what she came for. Tonight her only option of getting what she needed would be to play nice. Something she was not fond of nor good at. Something that she absolutely did not want to do. Jude wanted nothing more than to make him see red as she did at that moment.

In her anger and frustration, Jude let his name snarled from her lips, “Enough of your stupid games Cardan” she nearly spat the last syllable out.

She was met with another slap, its impact sent her reeling with a groan slipping from her mouth. She hated to give away that his blow affected her at all; that groan was a loss for her. He hummed at the sound she made. Satisfied that her patience was running thin. Happy that he was getting to her. He knew he was winning. He gripped her hair tighter, tugging her head back and her lips pulled into a sneer. She could hear that fucking smirk again as he murmured into her ear with the buttery voice of a lover, “What games do you speak of my darling Jude?”

She struggled again but to no avail. The ‘my darling’ getting to her just like he knew it would. Oh, it made her burn. “You know what I’m speaking of!”

All that he smugly replied with was “Do I?” a small quip from his devastating lips.

She knew he was toying with her. Responding with questions to avoid having to speak in truths. A common trick of the fae used to deceive those around them. But Jude was having none of it.

“Give me what I want, Cardan!” it was a vicious snarl from her lips. He stilled completely at it and she knew it had been a mistake to let her temper fly. She knew he would only give her what she craved if she played by his rules and losing this prize was not an option for her. She couldn’t afford it. Jude was absolutely desperate.

He leaned in close to her ear once more and in a hushed whisper that sent a shiver, not unlike a premonition, down her spine and said, “all you have to do is ask Jude. But make it pretty, befitting of the king of fairy,” his words were an infuriating echo of what he had said to her not so long ago at the summer tournament after she had bested him in the war games. He had gripped her hair like this then too. But Jude doubted she would best him tonight.

She hated it. She hated him for this.

“Go fuck yourself,” she spat at him. He gripped her hair painfully tight this time and slapped her ass harder than he had before. The combination left a series of moans spilling out of her.

He drank up her cries like it was the fine wine they had drunk from the bottle which sat empty next to their dinner on the discarded tray situated on his bed next to them. The gaudy fabric of the comforter cushioned both of their knees, his tucked under and between hers, forcing her legs to be spread wide for him.

“But then I’d have to stop fucking you, my sweet nightmare. And I know neither one of us would want that” he looked down to where he was buried to the hilt in her, still and unmoving. His free hand massaging her red and sore butt cheeks that were bruising from his earlier abuse.

“Especially not after you were dressed up so divinely for me tonight. That dress was just begging to come off wasn’t it?” He hummed as his free hand went from massaging her sore bum to teasing her right above the nub between her thighs. So close to where she desperately needed him to be but giving her no reprieve and only making her more desperate. Jude bit her lip, refusing to respond, her stubbornness digging its heels in, so Cardan continued on.

“I could tell how wound up you were when you showed up here. With a pretty blush already on your breasts and the sweet scent of your arousal coming from your skirts with every step you took towards me.” The dress in question laid discarded on the floor beside his own clothes. It had been raven-black to match his hair, hugged her curves and muscles like a second skin, and was dangerously low cut. Definitely not her usual attire, definitely wasn't subtle Jude realized with embarrassment. Both of their wardrobes had been removed in haste not far into their dinner. The buttons of Cardan’s ridiculous blouse scattered the tiles beneath the bed, having been ripped from the fabric as Jude rushed to undress him in her lustful frenzy.

“So unusually kind of you to bring dinner and wine for me, to ask to eat in my company. I know it was all just an act to get me to fuck you, Jude. The least you could do for me is beg for it,” he whispered dangerously, his voice thick with his arousal.

Jude flushed again, this time in shame from his words. That he truly thought it out of her character to be kind. It was true of course. Jude wasn’t a very kind person, not after what she had lived through. But for some reason that was beyond her, she wanted him to think highly of her. She wanted him to think she was kind. And most bizarre of all, she wanted to be kind to him. Perhaps fairyland was driving her mortal mind mad after all.

“It wasn’t just to get you to bed me Cardan,” Jude answered ashamed of how breathy it came out, ashamed of what she was about to say, “I did want to enjoy your company tonight. I brought you dinner and wine because I thought it would make you happy.”

Jude would be damned before she begged him or anyone for anything. But if he wanted sweet words from her she would give it to him at this point. His free hands had moved upwards from tracing around her clit and had gone to circle her breasts. From time to time he would give them a brutal squeeze. More taunting but no release. Jude was a bundle of nerves wound up painfully tight. She needed her prize and she would be getting it if it was the last thing she did. She just wouldn’t beg for it.

To her surprise, he landed another searing smack to her backside sending her sliding forward and had him pulling her back onto his cock by her hair. Jude’s toes curled on the mattress, more moans spilling from her lips. She was beyond keeping them in at this point, the wine they had drunk making her dizzy, or perhaps it was just him doing that. The lust fogged her brain more than the alcohol did. She tried to slide forward again so she could push back onto his delicious length, rock hard and throbbing within her, but he held her hair tight, keeping her in place. Still no release in sight.

“Dirty mortal liar” Cardan spat at her, not believing her wishes to make him happy. Landing another brutal blow on her bum. Cardan had confessed to Jude in the court of shadows that he was no killer, but that didn’t take away from his cruel nature. He wasn't being gentle with her. Jude didn’t want him to be.

The spanking was a mercy compared to the torture he had been forcing her to endure. The sharp slaps gave her friction and reprieve from his cold refusal to please her in the ways she craved. And now because of her earlier outbursts, he remained buried in her gut unmoving and wouldn't move an inch till she begged him to. Before at least he had been in motion albeit it being painfully slow. Sliding in and out of her aching core, still slick and throbbing from his earlier ministrations with his mouth. He had spent longer feasting on her than he had on his meal, now cold and forgotten. He had tortured her with his tongue, bringing her to the edge of precipice but never allowing her to tumble over the peak into blissful oblivion.

She thought he would finally give her release when he slid his gloriously thick length inside of her but still he only taunted her. Slowly he would slide in and out of her, mocking her with what she was desperate for. He would pull out to his tip, her hair locked in his ringed hand keeping her in place while he eased back into her wetness at a punishingly slow pace. All the while knowing she was desperate for more. Each strike to her ass had been a godsend, pumping red hot arousal to her system while his little endearments, ‘my Jude’, ‘my sweet nightmare’ spurred her on. Cardan knew she secretly loved to hear them. Knew she loved hearing him call her ‘his’. Knew it made her think of all the things he could do to claim her as his; with his hands, mouth, and cock.

But they were far too alike the two of them, Cardan as prideful and stubborn as she. Jude could feel him pulsing inside her. A pounding throb in time with his heartbeat. She knew it had to be painful at this point, he was torturing himself as much as he was her. But that was part of the thrill for him. He loved the powerplay, loved toying. He wanted to come out on top; Jude couldn’t let him.

“I may be a liar Cardan but I didn’t just then. I want to make you happy.” Jude was panting as she spoke. She would never live this down. She couldn’t bring herself to care though. It was the truth. She wanted it as much as she wanted him at that moment. She hadn’t been able to rid herself of the guilt of tricking him into the crown and chaining him to the throne as well as her command. She wanted to see a smile on his face rather than the sneer that lived there most days, as breathtaking as he was with either. Jude wanted Cardan to be happy and she wanted to be the one to make him feel that way. Especially after she was the source of his misery. Although it wasn’t as though he hadn’t been the source for much of hers in the past. That alone was the only thing that kept her from begging him to give her what she so desired. That she was horny enough to even consider begging him, if he was deserving of it, was something she didn't want to think too much about.

“If you wanted to make me happy Jude,” he said her name like a curse, his frustration with her stubbornness evident, ”you would beg for me.”

She felt a ghost of a touch tickle against her arm then flee away an instant later. She peeked down as much as she could with Cardan pulling her head back like he was. Below, his tail was coiling and uncoiling. Whipping back and forth sporadically. Like a cat’s would while it attacked its prey. Before, he had the laziness of a cat who had caught a mouse; a cat that was toying its food before devouring it. Now he was agitated and ready to strike. Jude could use that.

At her refusal to respond to him Cardan tisked and lamented “well if you have nothing to ask of me, my goddess of death, then I suppose we are done here.”

He started to pull out of her as though he meant to leave her there as a panting, aching, mess with no release in sight. Her prize to be lost. She felt his tail whisper next to her arm again, just as he slid his tip out, and with the desperation of a mouse fleeing its captor, Jude latched onto his tail and ripped him back, slamming his raging length deep into her. Hard. The cross between a groan and a whimper that escaped from his lips, and the toe-curling feeling of him slamming into her made her mad with desperation and giddy with power. Jude wasn't the mouse anymore. She was a lioness; she was going to feed.

“You’ll do well to remember who put that crown on your head, My King. Begging is out of the question and will be until you are worthy of it,” she purred at him. “As your sechel, I’d advise you to please me and do it well. But, and more importantly,” she said as sweet as the fruit of the everapple tree, “As the Queen of Shadows and master of your fate I demand you do it,” she finished with a smirk, using the word ‘demand’ instead of ‘command’, so there was no true magical power over him to do so.

“And Cardan,” She said glancing over her shoulder, his grip on her hair had gone slack enough for her to do so from his shock at her actions and words, “Do make it worthy of a Queen.”

Her bravo started to wear off as the giddiness faded. It was in that moment, staring into the Achingly beautiful face of the High King, whose midnight black orbs burned like fire threatening to consume her that Jude realized her mistake. From the look of the wickedly sinister grin on his sinful lips, Jude knew would be getting her prize after all… and then some. Cardan had been playing nice until now, in hopes she would be nice in turn to him. Now that he knew there would be no such thing he was more than willing to unleash himself on her relentlessly.

What a fool she had been to forget one of the first rules of fairyland: Be careful what you wish for.

Jude would be lucky to be able to sit down or move for the next week without being sore if their last row together was any indication of how the rest of the evening would play out.

Cardan’s grip on her hair tightened again and used his free hand to trace a single finger up the curve of her spine, sending goosebumps flying in its wake. He pulled her up against his chest by her hair. Her head resting on his shoulder now, breasts pushed out to the world and peeking from the chill in the room brought on by his change in mood. Being the High King gave Cardan control over the weather and such things; no more nice Cardan who gave her sweet endearment, this was the Cardan she was most familiar with, his face the picture of icy rage.

Her breath plumed in clouds from the frigid temperature and ruffled the raven black hair sticking to the sweat on his brow. She shivered from the cold. He was so devastatingly beautiful like this it made her head spin. The sneer on his face made her toes curl knowing she was the one who had put it there.

His voice was murderous as he murmured, “Give me back my tail.”

Her grip on the thing tightened as it tried to lash out of her grip. His tone only stoked the fire burning in her gut, the heat fighting the chill of the room.

She felt the giddiness bubble up in her again, the same feeling of fear mixed with excitement that she got when she taunted him at school. The feeling of taking a dare.

“Fuck me like you were told princeling and perhaps I will,” she referred to him by the same mocking title his late siblings would call him by, all of them being more than a hundred years his senior and already have established roles in the kingdom, while he was hardly 19 and had still been in school with no real power. She was deliberately placing him beneath her by calling herself a queen and him only a boy prince, despite him being two years her senior. She felt the smugness tugging her lips when she heard his breath come out ragged and slow. He was going to great lengths to keep his temper in check, still not wanting to let her win. But Jude could taste her victory, her toes curled and her gut tingled with sharp electricity boiling there. An almost hysterical laugh bubbled up her throat, knowing that her next words would send him over the edge.

“Or perhaps you don’t know how to please a woman, hmmm?? Were all those ballads about you being a good lover just pixie dust in the breeze? Maybe the musicians of the court were just flattering you so that the fine people of fairy would think that you were actually good for something.”

It was an obvious lie and they both knew it, Cardan has had her screaming his name, soaking the sheets, and has made her a blubbering mess, nothing more than putty in his arms, much to her own shame. But the lie was an insult to his manhood nonetheless. He would have to fuck her senseless now, his honor and pride would demand it.

His grip on her hair tightened as the room rapidly started to heat back up, getting hotter by the second. Cardan was pissed now. He used his free hand to trace the curves of her body following his hand with his deadly stare. He took in every inch of her, from the blush on her cheeks that burned so bright it went straight down her neck and chest and spotted across her full breasts which were heavy and aching from her arousal. He took in Jude’s toned stomach and muscular thighs appraising them as though they were one of the powders he frequently took as though he hadn't had a dose in far too long and was itching for it. There was a furious hunger in that gaze. The stare of a recovering alcoholic glaring at the bottle before he dived to the bottom of it. Furious for even wanting it, furious for going back to it, furious for having said no to it for so long when it felt so right. He was going to give into Jude even if she didn’t beg him for it. He was pissed about it.

His tracing hand slowly inched towards the numb of nerves between Jude’s thighs, her hair tugged back on his shoulder allowed him to hear the airy sigh that befell her lips, tickling his hair. Her airy moan sounded like one someone would heave when they stepped into a steaming bath after a long day of hard work, easing their aching muscles. That wouldn't do at all. There would be no easing for her. If she wanted to step in that tub then Cardan was going to shove her in and force her head under the water and keep it there till she was thrashing for air. If she wouldn't beg him to start, then she would have to beg him to stop.

Cardan leaned in and whispered to her ear, using all of his willpower to keep his temper in check, “Fitting for a Queen you said hmm,” the words sent shivers running down her spine, had her walls clenching around his cock that was still buried in her, to her great dismay still not in motion.

Cardan paused to take a breath and for a moment the whole room stilled as though his magic had quieted the very air around them, as if the whole kingdom was tingling in anticipation, silently waiting to see what happened next. Even the roaring fire that was crackling in its hearth just seconds prior didn’t dare to make a sound, lest it invokes the wrath of the wicked king. The only noise was Jude’s ragged breathing in eerie contrast.

Cardan’s words eased out in his exhale, resembling the sickening woop in the stomach one gets when falling from large heights, “How's this for fitting?”

Jude’s eyes were blown wide and then forced tightly shut as he unleashed himself onto her. The sounds of the room roaring back to life around them were completely lost to her as the brutally aching bliss filled her to the brim. The sensations were overpowering her, overwhelming her senses after being denied it for so long. The feeling of his length filling her to the brim combined with his sinful hands, one tugging her hair the other rubbing her nub; It was too much. Cardan’s hand was brutal in its attack on her clit, rubbing her relentlessly right where she wanted it, just the way she liked it.

The act alone was more than enough and already toying her towards the edge of release. Cardan knew Jude’s body far too well. He had spent plenty of time tracking all her tells, tracking every breath she took while she lay beneath him from the first moment she welcomed him into her bed. His dark hungry eyes always locked on her taking everything in. Cardan was a fantastic lover not just because he knew how to please any woman who passed his way, but because he went to lengths to perfect his craft for those who stayed.

Jude realized with no little shame that he had been saying something to her but she had missed it because of the roaring in her ear. Her cheeks went impossibly pinker when she realized it hadn't been roaring, but her own moaning. She hadn't even realized she was doing it so overcome by her arousal after being denied all night. She glanced up at him and all she could stupidly say was, “huh?”

He barked a laugh, his head thrown back; he loved making her like this. Knocking Ms. Know-it-all off her pedestal, making her dumb-founded and drooling. Such a sharp contrast to her usual stoic demeanor. He leaned down close to her face, slowly licked up the dribble of spit hanging from the corner of her mouth. Then with a wicked smirk on his sinful face, one that promised nothing but trouble, he went to her ear and snickered, “you’re as soaked for me as you were when I shoved you into that river mortal.”

As he said it he rubbed her just so, sending her shuddering relentlessly into an orgasm around his unmoving cock. The orgasm shattered her mind and made her see white, then instantly red from the fury his word sent her into. She hated that he made her come while he said that. Knew he had done it on purpose to piss her off. Knew it was the damning truth since no lie could fall from his fairy lips. Bliss, anger, and shame all swelled within her swirling together and muddling her mind in ways fairy fruit never could. Jude felt as though she might fade into the very magic of fairyland at that moment for surely if one could be magic itself, this would be how they always felt.

Jude couldn’t even get a word in back at him for what he said because he slammed his mouth against hers before she could recover enough to form a coherent sentence; licking and drinking up her moans like it was his only purpose in life. His other hand moved from restraining her hair and wrapped around her middle, pinning the arm holding his tail to her side in an ironclad hold and pinning her body against chest; his hand reaching up to attack her breasts. Switching back and forth between one and the other, he would alternate massaging and pinching her nipples with painful precision. His other hand was still working her clit sending her rolling from one orgasm into the next. The combination of it all was so overwhelming she cried out into his mouth as she squirted all over his hands, soaking their legs and the sheets beneath them. Jude was awash with shame and bliss, leaning her full weight on him to remain upright. He hadn’t even begun to fuck her properly yet, Cardan was still buried within her throbbing painfully from denying himself and she was already a stupid mess in his arms. The shit-eating smirk on his face told her that he was thinking the same thing.

Jude was a fool for try to best Cardan here. She may be a cunning spy and a swords master but the bedroom and lovemaking was his domain. Her legs quivered beneath her, hands limp at her side. Cardan released his hold on her, sending her falling ungracefully forward onto her chest and face. He laughed at her mockingly, “and now the sheets are nearly as soaked as your clothes were that day.”

Jude’s blood boiled and she wanted to turn around and slap him. But as she went to move she found herself unable to. While she hadn’t been looking, brain hazy from her orgasms, the roots from the tree atop the hill had curled their way down the bedposts and snaked their way across the sheets wrapping around her wrists binding her in place. Another display of his kingly magic. Jude tried to figure where she went wrong, one moment she was the one with power and now here she was again, completely at his mercy and more so than before. The answer to her question flicked back and forth in the periphery of her vision, his tail moving again like a lazy cat playing a game it knew it was going to win. He had made her come so hard she completely lost her senses and touched the stars and managed to release her one and only advantage.

“Thank you for returning my tail to me sweet Jude,” he said, noting her coming to this realization. His hand returned to her hair pulling her head back as much as he could while her hands were bound. He shifted, leaning forward shifting his body causing his cock to finally move within her once more; it was enough to make her lose a breathy moan. Oh! The frustration she felt with herself! She was a fool for him and it was humiliating. His other hand went back to massaging her bruised bum as he chuckled darkly behind her.

“Shall we continue?” he asked in a voice of innocence that certainly seemed akin to lying with how far innocence was from his intentions. Jude was still miserably horny, and not even the two earth-shattering orgasms he had given her were able to satiate her need after all the torture he had put her through earlier. She craved him desperately but her wounded pride couldn't bear to ask him to go on. She tried to shift her bum against his length again, the same attempts she had earlier, knowing it was just as futile now as it had been before. He laughed at her, slamming his palm hard against her ass just as he had done each time before.

“Excuse me, your majesty,” he purred, mocking her for calling herself a queen while pumping into her once, twice. Teasing her, making her nails dig into the bound palms of her hands in ecstasy, “I believe I asked you a question, my queen.”

Another endearment. Him calling her his. His queen. She squirmed again, willing him to please her but he held fast.

“Last chance Jude,” he murmured in her ear, leaning all the way forward so his cocked filled her completely, “Beg for mercy and I’ll give it to you,” the smirk was as present as ever in his infuriatingly sexy voice.

Jude had underestimated Cardan. She got her prize, she had won the battle, but he was going to win the war. With that miserable thought in mind and her pride boiling with anger she spat out her response, “fuck you.”

Cardan’s chuckle was dark and dangerous as he said, “with pleasure.”

He slammed into her unrelenting: brutal and hard. Jude was going to have to skip training tomorrow because of this, her body would be too sore. She hated missing training and it made her furious at him. Perhaps she just liked being made at him, she thought as he hit her spot over and over again making her see spots. She went to bury her moans and cries in the covers, still damp beneath them from when she squirted, but he pulled her hair back forcing her to cry out into the room for him to hear.

“Moan for me Queen Jude,” he gruffed out viciously, riled up and ravenous after having to wait so long himself to have her, “let me hear how worthy this fucking is of you hmm.. this is what you wanted wasn't it? A good fucking? It's what you came here for.”

He was relentless, Jude was biting her lip trying hard to not give him what he wanted. The wet sloppy sound of their bodies joining together echoed in the room in time with the slapping of his pelvis against her ass. It was debauched to hear how sinfully wet she was for him, the wet slapping making it painfully evident just how ‘worthy’ his fucking was. She groaned through her teeth and he yanked her hair hard forcing her mouth open. Her moans came spilling out, pitching each time he thrust his body into hers.

Cardan was groaning with her now. He was getting close if his sporadic thrusts were any indicator. The knowledge that he was getting off to her made her walls clench around him and her toes curl in pleasure, forcing a groan from deep in his throat to spill out. It was otherworldly, doing this with him, so many emotions, sensations, and feelings all swirling together in a messy lustful haze that left them rutting like savage dogs by the end of the night. They hated each other, didn't they? How could they keep coming back to each other like this? Why did this feel so right?

He pulled her hair back hard making her back bend almost painfully towards him, her wrists straining against the vines that bound her; training was definitely out of the question this week. She could see his face now, brows pinched, eyes dark, sweat dripping off of him while his mouth hung open. He was devastatingly gorgeous like this. He leaned down and kissed her as he landed three sharp blows to her ass with his other hand as he pounded into her relentlessly. She squirted again seeing stars as another orgasm ran through her. He smiled a brilliant smile down at her for it. So beautiful that she all but forgot her pride existed as she said breathily, “I didn’t come here just to fuck you Cardan, I swear it,” blush burning her cheeks at her confession, “I wanted to make you happy.”

She felt emotions shining on her face, ones she always buried but she didn’t mind it. Jude was mad with pleasure, drunk on his kiss, his scent, and sensations. Jude was drunk on him. Caution was lost to her.

Cardan’s eyes went wide at her words and he released her hair suddenly. A swear was a serious thing in Fairy especially one made to the high king. The vines receded from restraining her and he unsheathed himself from her aching core. She was met with a jolt of horror at what she had done, what she had said, in fear that she had upset him.

The panic was quickly replaced by confusion as he rolled her onto her back with tender hands and then leaned above her positioning himself between her legs with one arm bracing beside her head while his other hand came up to tenderly caressing her cheek. His cock was positioned right before her entrance, leaking with precum. He clearly had stopped right before his climax. What on earth compelled him to do such a thing?

“Is that the truth?” he said in a breathy whisper, chest still heaving from their wild fuckings, still trying to catch his breath.

All Jude could manage was a small nod.

His eyes searched hers, looking for something. Jude didn’t know if he found what he was looking for but after a moment he slowly slid into her again staring into her eyes. She wanted to look away, his gaze was too much as he slowly and sweetly slid their bodies together, again and again. He was being tender with not a rush in the world. A different kind of fire started building within her. Instead of a burning inferno like earlier, this one was the slow-burning of water set to boil. His dark gaze was searching, consuming. His beautiful face slack in awe as he looked at her.

“Beautiful,” he murmured like wonder spilling out of him. Jude snapped her eyes shut to it, to what she felt. She felt naked for the first time today despite having been freed of her clothing for the better part of two hours now. The way he was holding her, the way their bodies slid together, it terrified her, the emotions it stirred up. He cooed at her then, fingers caressing her cheek, “Jude,” he said sweetly, “look at me Jude, it's okay.”

She scrunched her eyes shut further at his words. He stilled, pulling away from her. He heaved a sigh, that sounded so much like hurt and disappointment. Quickly, shyly her hand reached out to the ringed one on her cheek just as it went to pull away. Softly Jude said, “Please-- Please don’t stop.”

Jude mustered all the courage she had, reached into the well of fearlessness she had obtained from living in fairyland, and opened her eyes. Dark pools the color of midnight stared back at her, full of swimming emotion. It was overwhelming, confusing. She wished she knew what he was thinking, wished she knew if this meant something. There was so much fear in her and she knew he could see it all on her face. She was so scared of this, “Please Cardan, keep going. Please. I-- I beg you.”

The smile that graced his shocked face was beautiful and hesitant like the one someone might make if they thought something was too good to be true. She shocked herself with the plea, she had never thought she could long for someone the way that she did at that moment. She wished she knew what he was thinking. She peeked to his tail in hope of gaining some insight, but it was wrapped around her calf, the furred tip seemed to be caressing her. She looked back up at him. Cardan was smirking, but it wasn't mocking, it seemed… endearing almost. But that couldn’t be. He clearly knew why Jude looked at his tail, knowing she liked keeping an eye on it because it made him easier to read. The crinkles beneath his eyes gave away happiness and his smirk tugged into a dazzling smile.

Jude’s heart was pounding so hard it almost hurt. He ran his hand down from her cheek to her chest, feeling how fast it was pounding. His smile only grew, as he leaned down and nuzzled his nose against hers. Jude let loose a breath she didn't know she had been holding, it came spilling out of her like an airy laugh, her lashes fluttering at his closeness. He was being so sweet, it threw her off guard. She peeked into his eyes once more, she didn't really know what she was looking for in them. But she knew what she did not find there: his arrogance, his cruelty, and his wickedness.

There in his dark eyes, she saw something she didn't understand yet. Saw something shining there that she knew reflected back in her own. Confusion mingled with an emotion she had never known before. She realized she didn't understand a lot of things, about life, fairyland, and him. From the look in his eyes, she realized she didn't need to understand everything. And with that realization, she wasn't afraid anymore. She peered into his eyes unabashedly now, Belkin’s words from in the Isle of the Forgotten rang in her head:

“to mortals, the feeling of falling in love is similar to the feeling of fear.”

But what do mortals feel when they stop falling. What happens when they were wholly in love.

Jude didn’t know, and she didn’t care to know. She didn’t need to understand everything, she didn’t need to understand what she felt. She needed to just feel it.

If nothing else, Jude felt safe here in Cardan’s arms. A feeling that she had long grown unaccustomed to thanks to the cruelty of her life. She looked at the man before her, so similar to yet so strikingly different from the boy he was under Belkin’s thumb. This was a man who she wanted to make happy. And despite his uncanny ability to frustrate her, he had the uncanny ability to make her happy as well. He made her forget her pride and she made him forget his own. Neither caring who came out on top anymore. Maybe it was just the sex, maybe it was something more. She didn’t know and somehow that was fine.

With those thoughts singing in her head, Jude Duerte leaned up and kissed Cardan Greenbriar soft and slow, allowing all the things she kept buried within her to come pouring out. Allowing all the things she didn’t understand to pour out with it because perhaps Cardan didn’t understand it either. Perhaps they could learn to understand it together.

So that night, Jude waved the white flag and she made love to the King of Fairy.

[sylverstorms]

Cassandra x Maiden----Anonymity Ch.3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Your quiet days in castle Dimitrescu met their end the moment Cassandra took an interest in you.

You should have known. Perhaps you did know and just didn’t want to admit it.

The woman –vampire, mutant, what even are they— is a bipolar sadist.

One night she may be walking down the halls sending you a sexy wink under her hood as she passes you by, the next she could show up out of nowhere and cut you ‘hello’ with her sickle, scoop up the blood with her thumb to taste, then disappear again. The evening after that, she may not even give a damn about you, may not spare you a single fleeting glance, like even the notion you could be worth her time is laughable.

And it is, isn’t it.

Humans are nothing to them. Your significance is below that of a pet. You may as well be livestock. It doesn’t matter, though, so long as you continue to breathe and remain intact. They’re the two essential factors to escaping. All else is secondary.

It doesn’t matter how Cassandra views you.

You don’t even like her.

What is there to even be drawn to? She’s covered in blood more often than not. The scent of iron usually drowns out her perfume. She’s capricious and cruel and the living personification of an unsheathed knife. You prefer your routes safer. Playful, creative pretty girls that are good for you and most importantly, sane.

Whatever weird tricks your brain and hormones are playing where she stars –you hate it, what is wrong with you— they’re just delusions, you reason, born from her questionable flirting and your time in captivity. It’s just a really bothersome case of Stockholm Syndrome you’re developing. And it has to stop.

Another week passes. You don’t see her.

You are on another night shift when you hear the telltale buzzing of insects down the corridor. Hervoice reaches your ear afterwards;

“Ugh, Bela, you never complain about anything. It’s so annoying.” Two pairs of heels steadily tap towards you.

“I leave it to you and Dani to cover for me, since you complain about everything.” The quieter sister drawls. You can easily picture her roll her eyes as she says it.

“You know, you really should sound more thankful I came with you in this unearthly cold.”

“I gave you the option not to—”

“Just to have you rummage through that bookshop for what was definitely the most boring twenty minutes of my life.” Cassandra continues.

From the fleeting glance you steal at them, the entirety of her attention is on Bela. You don’t think she’ll notice you as you continue polishing the corridor’s decorations. It’s just another one of these nights where you don’t exist and you’re deeply glad for it. Not just for yourself, but also the other maids.

“I thought I was going to die of frostbite.” she growls, shaking the elder sister’s arm.

“Technically, you can’t.” Bela shakes hers back.

It would be… cute, if they were any normal family. But you are quick to remind yourself of what they really are. Devils in human form. Monsters that took you from your home and trapped you here, to clean after their mess, with the threat of death looming over your head every second.

Their steps pass you by. You can almost breathe normally again, when—

Cassandra stops.

“Not even going to tell me hello?” The hurt in her voice can’t be genuine, you tell yourself as you turn around to face her. She’s closer than you thought, enough for you to be able to make out the tiny melting snowflakes caught in her long lashes.

“Um—hello.” you say, awkwardly.

“Cassandra.” Bela lets out a soft sigh.

“Bye, Bela.” The brunette pointedly speaks over her shoulder.

And to your horror… “Just keep in mind what mother said about the maids.” the eldest sister leaves you alone with her.

Each further step until the blonde disappears from view fills you with dread. Cassandra has that spark in her eye that you’ve learned to not associate with anything good. She’s completely still until she’s sure the two of you won’t be overheard or interrupted.

Then, she moves.

Her hands all too easily shove you against the wall. It’s more startling than painful, you realize, when your back doesn’t protest much at the collision.

Cassandra maintains eye contact with you as she tugs at the fingers of her gloves. You cannot fathom why it looks that sexy, the way she pulls them off, whether it is intentional or not.

“Plaything.” she says. Another new nickname for you. Not that you ever expected her to care to know your name. “I’m terribly cold.” she doesn’t seem to be lying, though the soft pout that curves her mouth is surely for effect.

It’s a test and your wellbeing depends on it.

Only, you have no idea what you’re supposed to do. Ruling your nerves under control, you decide to start slow. “Shall I light the fireplace in your room, my lady?”

“Maybe I want something more… immediate.” she replies, raising her hand to your neck.

The second her freezing skin touches your flesh, you cannot help but flinch. It feels like a slightly softer block of ice. Cassandra’s eyes creak at the corners. Of course, the sadist is enjoying your torment. Slowly, her fingers move under the collar of your black button-up shirt, which only makes it worse. The cold spreads, a peculiar tingle at your stomach with it.

“Well?” she asks. You get the memo that just sitting back and letting her have her way isn’t going to work, this time. You call upon all the willpower you possess and act.

Carefully, your hands rise to meet her own. You aren’t looking at her in the eyes –you don’t think you could— as your fingers wrap around hers and bring them in front of you, close to your body, warmed from hours of work. Instead, your gaze locks on the golden jewel decorating the chocker at her throat, before falling down, to your point of contact.

It is not the first time you see her hands without gloves on, but it only now hits you just how dainty they look. Her nails, filed round, are dyed a darker shade of crimson, stark against the white of her skin. There isn’t a single blemish or uneven spot you can feel on her palm. It is a princess’ hand you seem to be holding, not a killer’s.

But appearances can be deceiving.

The very corner of Cassandra’s lip curls up, amused or pleased or both. She then reaches forward, at the lowest clasped button of your shirt… and frees it open. You’re sure you aren’t breathing. Two more buttons are released. Her fingers, at least now considerably warmer, splay against your stomach. Something inside you quivers like a flickering candlefire.

You don’t want her touch.

But a traitorous, weak part of you has already decided that it does.

“You work out?” it is merely a whisper between you. She presses a little closer, entirely unashamed to be feeling the contours of your middle up while you’re burning with embarrassment.

“…probably the days of working in the fields.” you say, voice low because it cannot be trusted any higher. She’s doing a little thing with her thumb over your skin that you desperately want to deny turns you on.

Thanks to her you’re now freezing and burning at the same time.

Cassandra just stays like that for a few more seconds.

“Draw me a hot bath.” she eventually orders and extracts herself from you as if she’s not remotely happy with her own decision.

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You don’t really know how she likes her bath and she doesn’t tell you.

All you can do as you test the water on your hand is pray. Your mind isn’t really working right after the touching at the hallway, but your survival instincts are strong still. Strong enough to remind you that Cassandra likes to be treated like royalty above all, so bubbles are your best friend in this. The more, the merrier.

The Dimitrescu daughter does not ask if the bath is ready when she comes in. You aren’t used to her being so silent, so you turn to see if something is wrong –but immediately regret it when the heavy robe clinging to her body drops down. The only glimpse you catch is of the fabric pooling at her feet like a shadow.

Your eyes stay glued on the queen-sized bathtub, even when she approaches. They turn to the side as she enters it.

You want to ask if the water is fine, but you can’t find your voice. You lose even your train of thought when she lets out a small hiss as she sinks in, replaced by a moan once she’s completely settled back, neck tilted and eyes closed in bliss. The polite thing is to let her bathe in peace, so you move to do just that.

Cassandra has other plans.

Her hand shoots out of the tub to wrap around your wrist, inescapable as an iron shackle. Those intense yellowish eyes are on you again and they seem to be glowing under the dim lights.

“No.” she says. “Massage. Now.”

Ah, great. You think. You’ve spoiled her. But if giving Cassandra massages is what is going to keep your hands attached to your body, you won’t complain. It’s just that… you can’t really focus right now. None of your thoughts are right or remotely what they should be. You need time off from her, rather than touching her.

Thankfully, the moans are kept to a minimum and there is no teasing. She is utterly relaxed, only giving the occasional command for higher or lower. It does kind of kill you when at one point she whispers “Right there.” but you are able to move past it.

You leave fresh towels beside her when you’re finally allowed to leave. Back in her bedroom, you light the fireplace in a way that you make sure will last through the day, while she’ll be asleep. The plan is to leave before she returns, but she’s already there by the time you’re finished with the preparations.

And –you’re trapped.

Because, again, she’s changing and you have to look away to preserve your sanity and probably your eyes. “No peeping, now.” she calls over her shoulder. You know better than to dare.

You keep your hands busy arranging bottles and boxes at her vanity until she’s done. Cassandra does that ‘flashing’ thing where she’s on one side of the room one moment and right behind you the next. You only then notice a little insect flying back into her form. It was spying on you.

“You didn’t even look near me, huh.” she says it like ‘congratulations, you passed’, but there’s a bitter undertone of disappointment in her voice.

She’s only feeling down that you didn’t give her an excuse to slice at your face, you think. Then again, does she really need one?

“I wouldn’t, my lady.” you assure. “If I may be excused—”

“Did I say you can go?” she turns you around, none-too-gently, her hands on your biceps tight. You’re effectively pinned against her and the vanity, but you have much bigger problems to worry about, when you take in what she’s wearing.

Cassandra is clad in a flimsy nightrobe that leaves little to the imagination, the fabric nearly see-through. You can see the edges of her lacy underwear underneath it, how nicely it sits against her perfect curves. To make matters even worse, the robe ends at about mid-thigh and your eye catches the expanse of creamy skin on display.

Your brain nearly melts.

“I don’t know what it is about you, plaything, but you’re working up my appetite.” she confesses, pressing into you, pressing you harder into the furniture. You try to think of literally anything else than how well her thigh is slotted between your legs.

If you’re supposed to look away from her lidded eyes, however, you can’t. And if you’re not supposed to feel the echo of her nails on your arm all the way down to your center, you can’t. You are definitely not supposed to be so achingly curious about her bow-shaped lips. But you just can’t.

“You’re working me up.” she breathes, so close you can feel the ghost of her lower lip on yours.

And then –her mouth is on you and you forget how to breathe. Your eyes close and just feel, instead. If this is how you die, maybe it isn’t such a bad way to go. It’s been too long since you kissed anyone, seems like ages ago now, but you gradually remember how to move once you allow your muscles to unlock.

Not looking at her makes it easier. Her lips are balmy and smooth and slide so good on your own you can’t think at all, much less of what she’s capable of. You would have guessed her to be aggressive, but Cassandra is oddly hesitant, the only thing hard about her being her grip.

You’re not sure what you’re doing or how you get so bold, but your hands trail up to her waist and pull her in. The little hitch in her breath threatens to break you. It provides the perfect opening to part her lips with your tongue. As soon as it touches hers, she moans low in her throat and slowly drags her hips against your thigh.

Oh. God.

There’s a hollow ache in your stomach. You’re shamefully wet for her. The voice of reason is mute in your head, until you’re forced to break your liplock to breathe and it only then hits you what you’ve just done.

Cassandra’s lips are insistent on your jawline, on the vulnerable spot under your ear. Her open-mouthed kisses are just hard enough, at first, but then start to border on painful. Your heart skips a beat when you feel the press of teeth, yet she rips herself off of you before she bites down.

“Ugh. I’m… so thirsty.” she says it lightly, but her voice is hoarse and something about her body language gives you the impression she’s hurting. “You should leave. Fast.”

You almost make the mistake of reaching for her. Almost.

Cassandra turns away from the temptation of your veins.

For both your sakes –mostly for yours— you hurry out of her room and never stop to look back.

[wondersofdreaming]

Sex on Fire - 2

Co-written with @radaofrivia​

Characters: AU Captain Syverson - Gynaecologist, dr. Syverson x female reader

Word count: 2.322

Warnings: NSFW! Smut. Smut, smut, smutty smut smut. Masturbation. Bodily liquids. Angst. Tears. Fluff.

Author’s note: This story was co-written with the lovely @radaofrivia​​ - who wrote like 95% of the story!

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Warm woody notes mixed with spices and a touch of...what was that? A crisp, clean scent. Something fruity. A touch of apple notes and his manly, earthly scent. That’s how he smelled. Nuzzling in his neck, your mouth hovered over his skin, sensing the thrum of his pulse pecking your lips with every heartbeat. Your fingers scratched small circles on his bearded cheek idly, mapping the jawline of this man who was just a stranger to you a few hours ago. And yet, this stranger made you feel so safe. Safer than the last man you’d had sex with, an ex who was supposed to have loved and protected you, but instead left you heartbroken and untrusting.

“So, will you tell me about your theses?” you urged him to talk after a moment of silence.

“Are you sure you wanna hear about them?” he huffed an amused smile.

“Of course! The covers look so tempting.”

“Tempting is one way to describe it.”

“What are they about?”

“How about you take a guess.” He looked at you, a mischievous grin forming on his face.

“I don’t think it’s about how you grow a peach tree, right?” You felt his body shake as he chuckled at your amusing comment.

“I haven’t heard that before. Good one.”

“So, what are they about?” you asked impatiently.

“Sex.” He said with such ease and simplicity.

“Sex? You mean how to have sex?”

“Among other things, yes.”

“What other things?”

“The first three are focused on oral sex, female pleasure, and sensuality.”

“And the rest?”

“The fourth one is about sexual intercourse, focussing on the woman,” he explained calmly.

“Are all your books centred on female pleasure?”

“Mmhm.”

“Why?’

“I’m a gynaecologist, remember?” 

“Exactly. Why write about sex when you have so much medical stuff to write about?”

“Because I wanted to break the taboo around female sexual pleasure. While men are very confident and vocal about their pleasure and sensuality, women’s expression of pleasure is still criticised and scandalised. And believe me, when I say, there’s nothing more beautiful than a woman who owns her body and pleasure to the fullest.” His answer knocked the breath out of you, leaving you staring at him like he was a unicorn.

“What? I love women,” he felt like he had to justify his choice by the way you were looking at him. But you were beaming at him.

“Why?”

“Most of my life I have been surrounded by women. I grew up in a household full of women, you know. The receptionist earlier, that was my younger sister, who is here to spy on me by the orders from our mother.” You let out a hearty laughter.

You started to relax. Your shoulders slumping down instead of being tense. Lucas could feel that you were letting your guard down, you were making room for him, for him to make you feel safe and protected. Your smile was much more natural than the forced ones you had sent him earlier. There was a light behind your eyes, like the spark of life was starting to shine brighter again. So beautiful…

His knuckles ran over your jawline, the feathery touch leaving a burning feeling in its wake. You gasped when you felt his fingers pushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear and then let his hand travel down the curve of your neck. A shiver went down your spine, making you move closer to him like you were cold. A sweet, soft smile spread across his chiselled face.

“I know how to warm you up,” he whispered, as his lips neared yours, you could feel his warm breath on your face before you closed the distance to meet him in a blissful encounter. 

His body was tense but yet he was so calm. His breathing was coming out in slow puffs. You could feel his hard erection poking your soft bottom. His hands were roaming all over your body as you continued to kiss him, putting your palms on his bearded cheeks to deepen the kiss. A kiss you never wanted to end. You wanted to be in this happy bubble with him, the man who was the calm to your storm.

If you continued kissing him like you wanted to, you would have to go all the way with him. Were you ready for it?

Lucas could feel your muscles tensing. It was like he could read your mind. A frown showing on his forehead as he broke the kiss, gasping for air.

“Do you want to do this?”

You stared into his eyes. For a moment there, your fear and self-doubt consumed you. What if you couldn’t do it? What if he hurt you? 

Lucas noticed the change in your features, your eyes tearing up. The slight tremor running down your body. You averted your eyes from his gaze, but he nudged your chin with his finger bringing your eyes back to him.

“What is it, sweetpea?”

“If only, I had met you in another life. If only, I wasn’t broken…” your voice faltered.

“You are not broken. This is a way for your body to protect you from pain. It is a defence mechanism. None of it is your fault.”

You watched him with awe as he took the huge burden off your shoulders. You heard his words in your head: you are not broken. The way he talked about what had been pestering your mind for years made it seem smaller, less scary. Your expression changed from one of self-pity to determination. Swiftly, you stood up from his lap, grabbing his wrist and guiding him to the couch. He followed you, looking a little bit lost.

“What…?”

“I want you, now!”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure in my life.” A soft velvety chuckle left his mouth at your resolve. A couple of steps before you reached the couch, you felt him tug you and push you against his body, kissing you hungrily, leaving you breathless and lightheaded. He leaned his forehead against yours.

“I’ve never wanted something more in my life like the way I want you right now.” You gasped at his words, feeling your knees go weak.

“Can I ask for a favour?” your voice almost a whimper.

“Of course.”

“If this is a dream, please don’t wake me up.” Another warm laughter escaped him, looking at you softly, tenderly, his eyes full of admiration.

“You are something else, bug.”

You stood there staring at him, wondering how this man could be real. The way he looked at you, touched you, made you feel desired. It was insanely powerful, intoxicating and potentially addictive. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him into a passionate kiss. His hands came to your nape pulling you closer to him, deepening the kiss. You started moving backwards like you were slow dancing and lowered your bodies sitting on the couch behind you, without breaking contact.

“How do you want me?” you asked him tentatively, needing his guidance to position yourself.

“I want you open, without fear,” he murmured on your lips. Once again, he stole the breath out of you. He pushed you back gently to lie down on the couch.

“Show me how you please yourself,” his voice was kind and full of understanding. You felt a little shy pleasuring yourself with an audience, but you had decided to leave your fears behind and nothing could stop you, not even yourself.

He noticed the hesitation in your eyes and said:

“It’s for science,” making you laugh out loud, lifting the pressure off of the moment. He could feel the air around you decompress as he watched you bring your hand over your mound, massaging the soft area over your pubic bone and then run your fingers along your inner lips. You slid your fingers over the sides of your clit, stroking up and down, finding a rhythm that made you feel good. His eyes were transfixed on the motion of your hand. He bit his lip trying to keep himself from throwing himself on you. His hands were itching to touch you, and you saw his fists clench trying to reclaim his self-control. 

You took in the image of the mess you left him in from your previous love-making. His once crisp, smart, white shirt, now crinkled and ripped open, letting his taut hairy chest show, his jeans open, and his hair tousled and unruly by your wild hands.

“Take off your clothes. I need to see all of you,” you said in a needy way. He glanced at you with wide hungry eyes, his breath hitching at your command. He slid his palm under your knee, lifting your leg to rest on his shoulder, taking his time to kiss and nibble on the tender flesh of your inner thigh, making you gasp. Then, he brought it over his head, maintaining eye contact with you, so he could stand and execute your order. His massive frame towered over you, as he removed his shirt, tossing it behind him haphazardly and then moved to his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers, letting them fall around his feet. He toed out of his shoes and trousers, allowing you to admire his sculpted body in all its naked glory.

He kneeled back on the couch, draping your body with his, to catch your mouth in a bruising kiss. You loved the sensation of his warmth and weight on you. With your hand still between your legs, you ran your fingers over your slit, smearing your wetness on your clit, intensifying the pressure on your nub, picking up the pace to find your release. But you didn’t want to come alone.

“Touch yourself,” you breathed on his lips, stealing a gasp from him. “Show me how turned on you are for me.” Propping himself on one strong arm, he ran his hand over his throbbing hard-on, pumping his shaft languidly, his eyes piercing into your soul.

“Damn love, you’re killing me,” he moaned on your temple, breathing you in, “without even laying a hand on me.” His hot breath on your face and his soft baritone in your ear unleashed the fire that built up in you, bringing you to your climax, turning you into a hot, whimpering mess. Your soft moans and cries were his undoing, as he followed you to his release, spilling his cum on your stomach.

He laid spent on top of you, trying to catch his breath, his arms around your shoulders holding you tight onto him. You returned his warm embrace, snaking your arms around his lean waist, cherishing the way your body fit together like two puzzle pieces. Coming down from your high, your breaths calmed down and synchronized, taking in each other’s air.

He nuzzled on your shoulder, his beard tickling your collarbone, feeling so soft and rough against your skin. He lifted his head, facing you, and pecked gently at the corner of your mouth. He looked between your bodies at the sticky mess he had made.

“Let me clean you up,” he said, his voice weary and gruff, pushing himself off of you and making way to find some wet wipes. Coming back to you, he found you running your fingers on your stomach absentmindedly, spreading his semen on your pads and staring at them with a smirk on your face. His voice brought you back from your daze.

“Why do you have to be so hot?” You looked up at him seeing a huge grin on his face.

“It comes naturally to me,” you laughed, making space for him to sit next to you. He took your hand in his and wiped off your fingers one by one carefully, and then moved to your stomach. You could swear that the way he looked after you were the hottest thing you had ever witnessed and nobody could convince you that this wasn’t part of his foreplay.

“There, all clean and fresh.”

“Where have you been all my life?” you blurted out without even thinking. Lucas chuckled.

“With my nose buried in books. You might not have noticed me.”

“Seriously, do you really want me to believe that a man like you can go unnoticed?” He opened his mouth to say something but stopped. He stared at you for a moment with a lopsided grin on his lips.

“I like your boldness.”

“My boldness and I come as a package deal.” Although you smiled, the tone of your voice gave off a hint of sadness in your comment.

“Hey, what is it?” he nudged your chin towards him so you could gaze into his eyes.

“It’s just that…” you sighed and closed your eyes, trying to find the courage to tell him what was in your heart. “Men don’t usually don’t like it when women voice their opinions. It’s one of my many flaws and the reason why no one wants to be with me, well one of the reasons.”

Lucas pulled you up to sit in his lap, hugging all the anxiety and negativity out of you.

“Babe, most men are assholes,” his voice sounded so sad. He was sad for you and wished he could fight the demons you were carrying, but that was your fight only and he could only stand by your side and be supportive.

“You’re the only one who sees me, Luc. The real me.”

“Well, I had the privilege to grow up with three sisters, who were all mouthy, bold, strong women and the type kinda grew on me.”

“It’s overwhelming how fast you gained my trust. Is that even normal?”

“Who are we to define what’s normal or not?”

“Indeed,” you said contemplatively.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes, sure.”

“I know we started off quite untraditionally, but… would you go on a date with me?”

[jaembby]

just a little bit

Pairing: Liu Yangyang x reader

Genre: Fluff? Slightly suggestive

Word count: 1.1k 

Warnings: Kun being a c0ckblock, suggestive

Requested: yes. requested by @nctvroomts. Thank you for requesting this!! It’s my first request so lmk if you like it or what I can improve on!!! ily <3

part 2: here

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“Liu Yangyang!! Be quiet!“, you said in a hushed voice as you put your hand around yangyang’s mouth to shut him up. 

Yangyang, aka your best friend who apparently doesn’t know how to be quiet, suggested that the two of you should spy on his roommate, Kun. Unfortunately, Yangyang had hit his elbow on a piece of furniture and let out a rather loud whine. Even more unfortunate, Kun had heard. The older quickly turned his neck in your direction at the sudden invasion of his privacy.

“Who’s there?”, Kun had questioned as you quickly pulled your best friend behind the wall and your eyes connected. Yangyang has beautiful eyes. How have you never noticed before? You could stare at those eyes for hours on end if he’d let you. His smile was also stunning. How could someone be so beautiful? To top it off, your best friend had the most amazing personality and gave the best hugs. The two of you would tell each other anything and everything that went on in your lives. Fights were a very rare occurrence and are always small and unimportant. Yangyang was always there for you, tangling his limbs with yours in warming cuddles until the two of you would fall asleep to the sound of the other’s heartbeat. He was there for you during your first heartbreak, reminding you constantly of how amazing, talented and beautiful you are. He never failed to send good morning and good night texts when the two of you are apart and would always make sure you were his first priority. You slowly find yourself thinking about what it’d be like if he was your boyfriend. He was extremely attractive, talented and perfect for you. Your friends have shipped the two of you together multiple times but you would always laugh it off and shake your head at the silly thought. Maybe dating the Yangyang wouldn’t be such a silly idea, after all.

“Ummmm... y/n? We may have a slight problem.” The boy in question’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts as you feel heat rise to your cheeks. You look over to Yangyang, immediately spotting the “problem”.

“I swear to God. Yangyang, y/n, you have three seconds to run.” Kun states coldly, clearly unimpressed after the two of you disrupted his peace.

“Three.”

You look between the two boys, unsure of what to do.

“Two.”

You and Yangyang make eye contact, panicking.

“One.” 

You grab the younger boy’s hand and the two of you run to the nearest room and lock yourselves inside before you push Yangyang against the door to prevent Kun from opening it. You stay like that for a few moments before looking up at your best friend, only to see his cheeks a deep shade of crimson at your close proximity.

There’s a glint of mischief and something that you can’t quite work out in Yangyang’s eyes. He quickly looks down to your lips then draws his eyes back up to yours before placing a gentle hand on your cheek and wrapping the other around your waist. Suddenly, he leans in so that your lips are only inches apart now.

“Y/n... can I?” He asks as you sheepishly nod, looking your best friend in the eyes. Yangyang doesn’t wait for a second longer before placing his soft, plump lips to yours. It’s heavenly. He’s heavenly. He tastes like brownies and mint toothpaste, you notice. Yangyang slightly tugs your bottom lip between your teeth, asking for permission to deepen the kiss. 

You agree, opening your mouth slightly as his tongue explores you before fighting for dominance with your own. He slowly guides the two of you to the bed where he lightly pushes you down, breaking the kiss for air before sitting atop you and reuniting your needy mouths. Your hands go up to his hair, playing with his soft locks while he bruises your lips before breaking the kiss. You whine at the loss of contact but quickly gasp in pleasure when he starts sucking on your neck. He moans quietly when you massage his head, encouraging you to keep playing with his hair. You do, and he moans again into your neck, the vibrations feeling amazing.

Yangyang pulls away and places a gentle kiss to the deep red mark he’s just created on your exposed flesh before reconnecting your lips with his own as you let out a moan of pleasure.

“Baby, be louder, your sounds are beautiful.” He instructs, rubbing your cheek lovingly as you let out another moan, louder this time.

“That’s it, love, be loud for me.”

A knock at the door interrupts your make-out session and the both of you quickly pull away, blushing messes. 

“Who’s there?” Yangyang calls, annoyed at the interruption.

“Me.” The voice of Kun replies, slightly disturbed.

“Dinner’s ready so come and eat. Also if you two break anything, you pay for it.” Kun says and quickly walks away, not wanting to hear what the two of you get up to next.

You and Yangyang blush but let out a laugh as you realize what Kun meant by “break anything”. His laugh is music to your ears. His smile makes your entire day and his eyes sparkle brighter than all of the stars in the sky.

“Yangyang... I have to tell you something.” You say, not meeting his eyes as you take a breath to calm your nerves. He hums, allowing you to continue.

“I kinda maybe sorta... Imightmaybeloveyoujustalittlebit.” You manage to spit out quickly, the butterflies in your stomach now turning into flocks of birds.

“I didn’t quite catch that... what’d you say?” Yangyang asks, an amused smile on his masculine features.

“I might love you... just a little bit.” You say, cheeks reddening as you suddenly find the floor very interesting.

“Well, I might love you too... just a little bit.” He says back before lifting up your chin and bringing you into a gentle loving kiss before pulling away, smiling brighter than you’ve ever seen. The butterflies have gone now and you’re filled with pure happiness, feeling complete.

“I guess we should go and have dinner then.” You say, fixing your hair and collar, failing to hide the hickey that the boy in front of you had made on your neck just minutes before.

“Don’t hide it, baby, let them all know you’re mine,” Yangyang says, fixing his hair too. Your cheeks darken in colour slightly at this but you fix your collar nonetheless, leaving the deep red mark out for everyone in the dorms to see as you head down to the kitchen, hand in hand.

[cupcakey00]

It’s Just Instinct

Here’s to my first one-shot, everyone! (edit: it’s actually not a one-shot since there will be another part or 2 lol oops) In which Cassian struggles to adjust to the overwhelming instincts to protect Nesta.

 Words: 2,325

there is some NSFW content in this.

Nesta could count on both hands the number of times she had to intervene to stop a murder where Cassian was involved, especially since they’d mated just one month prior. The first time had been only two days into their mating frenzy. Lord Devlon may have been many things, but a fool was not one of them.

Or so he thought.

Unbeknownst to the pair, the camp lord in doing his rounds managed to hear the throes of their passion, and made the decision to send a young female to deliver war reports to Cassian as opposed to their usual male. Unbeknownst to Devlon, Cassian had recently discovered Nesta’s attraction males and females. Suffice to say, it was only Nesta’s iron grip on his bicep and pushing on his chest while screaming for the Illyrian to “leave! You have to go!” that stopped him from tearing the poor young female to shreds at just the scent of her outside their door as she slid reports through the gap. After all, their Commander was busy, but so were their enemies.

Unsurprisingly, Devlon was unimpressed.

The second time came when Azriel had visited during the third day of their mating, unannounced, hoping to visit his friend and discuss the Illyrian rebels. Unfortunately for Azriel, his personal vow never to spy on his family finally became his crux. At the sound of Azriel’s feet touching ground from outside the cabin door, Cassian’s eyes dilated, his muscles tensed, and his breath hitched. Nesta knew what was coming next, although this time, she couldn’t stop it. Not when Cassian was still strung up from the female’s visit the prior day, and most certainly not when he was interrupted with his head between Nesta’s legs.

Azriel realized immediately his mistake the moment he landed, but he knew he could not simply leave. He knew that would only make it worse. Worst case scenario, Cassian would pursue him for days during his frenzy if he deemed Azriel enough of a threat, so long as the threat of being away from Nesta for long didn’t outweigh the perceived threat to Nesta; he had seen the look in his eyes long before Nesta and Cassian were mated. He saw the thirst for blood at any male – and, recently, female – who so much as looked at Nesta a few moments too long. Whether it was in protection or possession, Azriel didn’t know. He didn’t think Cassian did either. Granted, he always kept a leash on himself for Nesta’s sake and his own. It wasn’t fair to Nesta to be treated like an object, especially not one that he owned. That, Cassian knew. Thus, Azriel stayed. He waited, deciding that staying silent, allowing for Cassian to make the first move, would allow for his brother to calm down, register him not as a threat, but as a friend who meant no harm nor claim to his mate.

Surprisingly, Azriel, too, was a fool.

In Cassian’s cloudy, newly mated mind, the Night Court’s spy and Shadowsinger’s silence and stillness confirmed one thing and one thing alone: he was there to lust over the sound of his Nesta crying out in ecstasy, a hymn promised to Cassian and Cassian alone. Nesta had just reached the point of unintelligibility, unable to articulate a single word or thought with Cassian’s mouth feasting on her dripping center after teasing the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs with his tongue and breath for what had to have been hours, bringing Nesta to near tears, begging Cassian for more, begging him to let her come. For a cruel amount of time, Cassian would not relent, tracing and blowing; sucking oh so near it, never on it, telling her about how “you’re so pretty when you’re begging me to let you come, Sweetheart. You’re going to have to wait for that.” He was never merciful enough to tell her how long she had to wait. (The only reason he had the self-control to delay it was because of how thoroughly he fucked her the previous two days.)

Nesta had been close, no longer able to make a single sound except for gasps and high-pitched whimpers with her back arched off their dining room table, one hand gripping Cassian’s dark hair at the root as his hands kept her legs spread wide open, forcing her hips down, forbidding her from grinding on his face, while her other hand gripped the tablecloth. With her back arched, he couldn’t see her face, so he watched Nesta’s pert nipples instead, still red and raw from his previous ministrations, lips around one nipple sucking, tongue flicking, teeth biting, while his fingers twisted and tugged at the other, alternating whenever he felt like it. The red was mostly faded.

He’d have to fix that.

Cassian knew that while the denial for release was torture for Nesta for the time being, her orgasm by the end couldn’t possibly be anything short of mind-shattering. He sent a prayer to whatever gods were listening that he’d be able to feel her walls clench around his tongue fucking her, nose rubbing against her clit. He could only hope she wouldn’t squeeze so tight around him that his tongue was forced out of her pretty pink hole while her walls contracted; he couldn’t let any of her sacred nectar go to waste on their dining room table.

He’d lick it up right off the wood, maintaining eye contact with Nesta if he had to.

The other part of him, the more primal, male part of him, craved the satisfaction of making his mate come so devastatingly he wouldn’t be able to keep his tongue inside, tip of his tongue massaging her G-spot through her release. He hadn’t dared come close to it yet; he knew that’d put an end to their fun. Everyone knew the journey was more important than the destination.

Truly, considering this was the trajectory they were on, it was no wonder Cassian would have brutalized Azriel’s body so badly, Rhysand would have had to rethink who assumed the role of the Night Court’s torturer.

Would have, had Azriel not been forced to use a Siphon-imposed shield around himself, infuriating Cassian even further. Not only had this male heard his lover’s euphoric cries, but he couldn’t even kill him for it, and it was his fault Nesta wasn’t only dripping onto the table instead of his face, she was also needy with the desire to reach the orgasm she had earned. This male thought he could arrive at their doorstep and put a halt to his lover’s pleasure? Unforgiveable.

Azriel wasn’t safe until Rhysand, who then also became the subject of Cassian’s hunt (the third in 24 hours), used his magic to force Cassian back into the cabin and established a shield around it, confining him while allowing Azriel’s shadows to bring him back to Velaris with Nesta screaming for Cassian the entire time – never once leaving the inside; Cassian’s brothers seeing Nesta in such a near-orgasmic state, even if she did put clothes on first, was a sure-fire way for him to level all of Illyria to eliminate them both. This, Nesta knew.

Through their open bond, he could feel what Nesta felt. Had she been in danger, Cassian wouldn’t have been able to ignore her pleas even if he wanted to. Hell, had Cassian been able to think a tad more clearly, he’d have strapped on his Siphons to put more concentrated pressure against Rhysand’s barrier. But alas, there he was, stark-naked body limning with unbridled power, using his magic until it was drained, not a Siphon in sight, snarling near animalistically.

After that ordeal, the message became clear: no one was to come in contact with the Commander or his mate until they left their cabin unless of an emergency. Rhysand imposed a no-go zone of a half-mile radius around their cabin to be kept at all times until indicated otherwise by the Commander himself. It took two weeks until the pair could leave the cabin without fear of murder, although that didn’t stop an incident from popping up almost every day since, especially since Cassian was convinced most of the camp either wanted to kill Nesta or fuck her. Still, Cassian tried. He tried to rein it in, and Nesta could see that. She knew he took no joy in threatening the lives of his fellow Illyrians, no matter how much they hated him. He had to learn to control himself, and learning he was. However, everyone knows that when learning, mistakes are bound to be made.

That was what brought them here, a crowd of wide-eyed Illyrians with bated breath, gazing at the four in fear: Cassian, Nesta, and a young male who’d been training with an older Illyrian.

Nesta placed a hand firmly on his chest, assuring, “Cass, I’m okay,” as Cassian’s eyes and stance guaranteed violence, twin blades in either hand. His eyes held nearly none of their characteristically striking hazel, instead swallowed by the black abyss of a predator salivating for a hunt. The scent of the blood trickling from the cut on her upper arm was suffocating him. He couldn’t breathe, his body wouldn’t let him. Not when he was so close to his prize: the young male’s blood bathing his blades. Breathing would only alert his prey to his presence, chancing he’d run.

Then again, Cassian wanted a chase.

Still, Cassian would not move. Instincts begged him kill, maul, maim, but his less animalistic side implored him to drop his weapons and help his mate, to be rational and think clearly.

Still, Cassian could not move. Could not attack the enemy for fear of leaving Nesta unattended, nor drop his weapons for fear of leaving her vulnerable to another attack, never mind that he could wipe out every male, female, and child in the camp with his bare hands if he desired.

Nesta, sensing his inner conflict, whispered sweetly to Cassian, “Cassian, Love, I’m safe. I’m healthy, I am happy. I’m okay. You don’t need to do this, you know this.” Facing him, her right hand gripped his shoulder, her left, resting on his abdomen, applying pressure to his body knew she could not remove if she wanted the boy to live. Still, it wasn’t enough for him to break eye contact with the young Illyrian. Slowly, she slid her hand from his abdomen up to his heart, feeling the melodic thump, thump, thump that always grounded her, whether she was facing a nightmare or the much more nefarious demons of her conscious mind.

Still gripping his shoulder, she removed her hand from his chest and pressed her body against his, reaching down in search of his fingers. Immediately his grip softened from his weapon, seeking the warmth and comfort of Nesta’s embrace above all else. Gripping his hand gently, she took a step back. At this, Cassian’s eyes snapped down in alarm until she placed his hand over her beating heart, hand atop his, unblinking as she watched the bloodlust drain from his gaze as he peered into her own, his eyes a telescope gazing upon the stars within the vast edges of the universe people deigned to refer to simply as Nesta’s eyes. Cassian knew he could spend the rest of his immortal life studying them and still he’d have more to learn. Nesta would let him.

In his heart, Cassian knew she could take care of herself, that it was an honest accident. The boy was still learning how to hold a sword, it wasn’t his fault he had it parried out of his grip, especially when it was Nesta who hadn’t realized she wasn’t the compulsory 15 meters away from the fighting pair; she’d been busy running back and forth bringing ice to the healers. Truly, if fault had to be blamed, Nesta laid claim to most of it.

Not that it mattered to Cassian, of course.

In his eyes were terror, veiled thinly only by the stubborn rage. In them, she discerned all his fears…his regrets that he couldn’t save Nesta from the Cauldron. She saw the same look in his eyes he had when they almost died together during the war, and finally she understood. She understood why he’d been so protective. That not only did he struggle with believing he wasn’t enough for his people, but for his own mate too. For the love of his life, his whole world. For his sole reason for living for the past 500 years, the present, and the eternal future. Her gaze was piercing, imploring, begging him to forgive himself, begging him to have mercy on himself, but he couldn’t. Not yet. Not yet had he proven himself worthy of his mate, nor might he ever.

At this, Nesta was the one to feel fear. Not at Cassian, but for him; a life of regrets and guilt is not a life at all, especially for an immortal.

From his shoulder she removed her remaining hand, gently grasping his own, the second twin blade dropping into the mud, and placed his large palm over her cheek, using it to cradle her face. She smiled sadly, tears threatening to spill over as she nestled her cheek into his palm, feeling the rough callouses she wished she could engrave onto her soul so that she’d never be without them.

Those tears? Cassian hated them. Each one that threatened to fall was yet another one of his failures, an indication of Nesta’s pain. Pain that he caused in his own inadequacy. He could never forgive himself.

This wasn’t a conversation they could have in front of a crowd, so she whispered, just barely audible, “take me home,” and instantly, he pulled her body flush against his and flew to the cottage that became the both of theirs, everyone else be damned.

One day, Cassian will learn. Just not today.

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There will be a part 2, maybe a part 3!! I hope you enjoyed :)

tag: @arinbelle

[zeldas-cigarrette]

Illicit affairs. (1)

(not my gif:))

⎯ zelda spellman x reader

⎯ word count: 2,1k

⎯ warnings: slight mention of alcohol

⎯ summary: after a night out you wake up next to Zelda Spellman, later you find out you two met in a bar the night before.

⎯ ❥ author’s note: I don’t know how I got this idea but I thought it’d be fun to just write it down and see what happens, I’ll maybe do another two parts because I want to finish it with a happy ending:) ✨

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A loud and penetrating noise tore you out of your sweet sleep, as soon as your eyes flung open you felt a sting in your head. The memories of last night were blurry and you had no idea how you ended up in your bed. Only the regularly set alarm on your phone stopped you from sleeping any longer. Usually, you weren’t someone who drinks but something about yesterday made you forget about it. You didn’t dare to move, everybody part seemed to hurt with the slightest of movements. It was just your white bedroom ceiling, that you saw. The sun had begun to rise and the morning sky was dipped in shades of pink. Without further thinking you started to get up, not wanting to be late for your job as a teacher in the academy of unseen arts. You were afraid of Zelda, the headmistress, the woman never seemed to like you. You never knew why.

Your head turned to the other side of the room to see if you had broken anything in your state last night. Unknowingly of what to expect next to you, your heart missed a beat for a second. On top of your fluffy white pillow Zelda Spellman was laying. Not even able to think clearly, you tried to put the pieces of last night in the place. In between some very clear scenes more and more occurred only black pictures. You had no clue how in hell the often resilient witch ended up next to you in bed. Curiously, you bent over her face to see if she was somewhat conscious. You waved your hand over her face, one time, two times; nothing.

Soft snores left her slightly opened mouth. This was bad; ‘when she wakes up you’re dead’ you thought. It took you a lot of courage to make the first step and poke her with your finger, not sure of what was about to happen. Her eyes quickly opened, her eyes met yours. A maybe unwanted cry escaped her mouth causing you to join out of surprise of the sudden noise. „Satan, why did you have to scream?” you asked massaging your ear in pain. „What am I doing here?” her voice still a bit raspy. You tried to play it cool, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks you turned away searching for any evidence of last nights events. Still nothing. „Did we…” „I don’t think so.”

It was awkward, none of you knew anything. Just now you realised how chill it was in your apartment. „Okay, don’t worry. We’ll figure this out, just get dressed, I’ll make coffee if you want some,” you declared hopping out of the bed and covering your body with a gown. You shot her a last glance before exiting your bedroom, though a bit shaky. How much alcohol did you consume to be in that state now? Passing the few paintings on your walls on the way to the kitchen, you switched on your coffee machine, hoping it wouldn’t be too awkward. Soon the smell of fresh coffee filled the air and also Zelda seemingly disappointed walked around the corner.

„What in Satan’s name happened last night?” the woman asked puzzled. You handed her a cup of coffee, noticing a silver ring tugging on her left hand. „Nice ring,” you smiled. „What ring? I don’t wear rings!” „Obviously you do now,” you replied pointing at it. The witch’ forehead laid in wrinkles before she shook her head as if she couldn’t believe her own eyes. „Why you? Why am I in your house?” she suddenly snapped and harshly placed the cup on the table. „Calm down, I don’t know and I could’ve also imagined someone nicer than you.” Wrong you couldn’t, you craved her attention. Since the very first moment you laid eyes on the red-headed witch, you found it hard to avert your gaze. Only an eye roll signalised how annoyed she was. „Okay, I came into that bar and ordered something… I don’t remember what,” you whispered to yourself. You heard the older woman scoff in. „What? Do you know what happened?” your voice grew energetic way too fast. Silence. It was this gruelling silence where you feel so little you don’t even dare to break the ongoing nothingness. You glanced down at your fingers, finding a silver ring, looking similar to the one that Zelda was wearing. „Why do I have the same ring as you?” in your voice grew to panic. Her head jolted in your hand’s direction. The pupils of her green eyes grew wide in split seconds. „You don’t think we-“ „I don’t know? I’m not even sure how I ended up at home,” you stammered unsure of what words to choose next. Obviously, the situation was uncomfortable for both parties, Zelda couldn’t stop herself from pinching the bridge of her nose in disbelief of her memory loss.

That woman always seemed like the most put-together person you knew, there were hardly any encounters or incidents that let people see kind of emotion. „You go to the academy and do whatever you have to, and I will look for any evidence or signs that could verify our theory,” it was hard to stay calm. You weren’t ready for such thing as marriage and Zelda clearly seemed to dislike you and if you both really did it last night; you couldn’t even imagine what to do then. It didn’t take long until the witch disappeared from your kitchen. You let yourself fall on one of the chairs, head in your hands, covering your eyes with fingers in the hope to bring back the memories.

The constant sips of coffee that ran down your throat didn’t wipe out the dizzy feeling in you nor did they wake you as they used to. Watching the sun as it rose just made you sleepier. It didn’t get in your head how you had absolutely no proper memories from your night out. Yes, it’s been stressful and you just wanted to take a break from your negative thoughts and all the stuff that’s been weighing you down, but it was never your intention to get so drunk or to upset the mighty Zelda Spellman herself. You gulped audibly before you forced yourself up from the chair. It was time to dig a little deeper and to scour your apartment, next to the bar you went to.

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It was useless, there was no paper or anything that could tell you what happened the night before. The whole morning and parts of the afternoon, you spent searching. Under your bed, you also rummaged through the kitchen drawers. Nothing.

A knock on your door nearly startled you to death, so deeply concentrated were you on finding anything in the living room. You pushed yourself up from the ground, walking up to your front door. A look through the spy drowned your mood completely. You knew the woman would show up at least in the evening, but you did not think it’d be right after work.

„Anything found yet?” „Well, Hello to you too, and no- nothing,” you sighed and let her enter your small apartment. „The last option is, to head to the bar and ask some people who’ve been there with us yesterday,” you shrugged and stared at the silvery ring you placed on the kitchen counter earlier. „The whole day I’ve been asking myself what has happened, and I cannot puzzle the pieces together, and as much as I hate to admit; you’re right,” Zelda’s sudden thought sharing startled you. „Alright, then let’s go.” You stepped on the gas as much as possible, still, it felt like a ride on a snails back. The whole situation was too crazy and odd to be true, but it was.

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Arriving at the bar, a neon sign greeted you. You remembered entering the place and a weird smell embracing you, smelt like cigarettes mixed with Urin. The thought of spending time in there suddenly disgusted you. A huge glass door, meant as entrance, was pushed open by the fiery witch, stomping in the alcohol hole. She immediately rushed towards a young man behind the bar, who was mixing cocktails. „Tell me, what happened here,” while yelling her voice wandered between three different ranges. „What she meant was, Hello we need your help could you tell us what happened last night,” you intervened shooting her a warning glare. His shocked face softened, „You were the girls who got married last night,” a deep laugh followed. Zelda was just about to throw hands before you were able to pull her back to where she stood. „Oh so we did… get married,” you remarked confused, „Can you possibly tell us more?” „Yes sure, you two got drunk and started talking to each other.” „You don’t get married by just talking… Justin,” you read his tag. „Of course not, as the night went on the sparks flew,” Justin cackled. Idiot. „Mhh, the sparks flew, then?” it wasn’t easy to get the worst of you but this guy was on the best way. „Sorry, Sorry,” he defensively held up his hands, „There was a priest in the corner and when you two found out about him, you rather fast decided to get married,” the idiotic bartender explained. Zelda’s fox fur shook with her in anger. All your face muscles dropped, not knowing what’ll happen next. „Was it a catholic?” Zelda asked concerned. Oh god, if it was a Catholic priest, you two were fucked, dead, excommunicated, just all the bad stuff. „I suppose so,” he shrugged. Her face shot in your direction, the looks you two shared said more than words could. What made a catholic priest come to this filthy – you can’t call it a bar- hole. „We’re going,” she rapidly grabbed your wrist pulling you after her.

„Ouch, god what is it with you,” you freed your wrist from her grasp. „Do you know what happens if anybody finds out we got married, worse by a catholic priest from the false god?” she huffed crossing her arms in front of her chest. „It’s bad, but we can’t undo it,” you took a step back. „It is all your fault that this misery came upon us and you have nothing better to say than , we can’t undo it’,” she imitated you. You scoffed. „My fault?” ‘Never be so polite to forget to show power’ your grandma once said. The whole day you tried to be polite, to be understanding and to comfort the one who hated you from the very beginning you showed up at the academy. Now she was accusing you of planting the idea of getting married in her brain, to that agreement belongs two people. „Listen, I tried to be nice but right now you’re giving me a very hard time,” you hissed, „It needs two people to get married and obviously you agreed to it, so now Zelda Spellman I want to think about your next words or you can stay here and I’ll leave you alone with this drunk heads in there.”

Seconds passed before she spoke up again, „Alright I’m sorry.” „Good, let’s get in there and ask if there was maybe a certificate or anything that proves our marriage. I get that you do not want to be married to me, neither would I but we have to figure this out together.” The older woman nodded, realising that there was no other way out. Entering the bar for a second time you approached Justin again. „Do you -by chance- know where the certificate is?

„Yes you left it at the table and I kept it behind the bar,” he explained. „Okay, can I have it?” „And what do I get for that?” „What do you get for that? I’ll show you what you get,” Zelda hissed ready to lose it all. „Stop it.” You warned her and held her back. „What do you want smiley face?” the tone on your voice grew harsh. „A night… with you,” It left you speechless. A look at the woman next to you made it clear she wasn’t fond of it either. „Forget it,” you snapped trying not to put a hex on him. This was it, there was no way to sneak behind that stupid bar.

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„Don’t you dare to suggest I should sleep with that idiot,” you mumbled and closed the car door a bit too loud. „I wasn’t.” It relived you to know she wouldn’t go that far. „Okay, Okay, Okay,” you started to panic, „I’m freaking out, we are so fucked if anyone ever finds that out.”

You started the engine of the car, sighing. „Calm down, we’ll figure something out,” the usually emotional cold woman reassured you. You just nodded hiding a tiny smile. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad after all.

[wishuhadstayed]

First comes love, Then comes marriage....

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Word Count: 3.2k 😳

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy (does that need a warning?) otherwise, none.

Summary: Aaron and reader return from their honeymoon with some exciting news (Part 7 to Begin Again)

Author’s note: Y’all know I couldn’t just leave it at a wedding 😘 (also the pic below is terrible quality but this is what I envision Aaron looks like on the honeymoon, plus slight beard, of course. You’re welcome 😏😉)

Previous Chapter

Masterlist

Two weeks in the south of France had been the best of your life. Aaron, being a hopeless romantic had wanted something special for your honeymoon and planned it all, with a little assistance from Rossi and Emily, of course. No typical cruise to the Bahamas would do for his beloved wife.

Three days after your fairytale wedding found you lying facedown on a beach, warmed by golden rays of sunlight. The sound of waves crashing on the sand a soothing melody. A deep, familiar voice cuts in.

“You’re gonna get burnt if you don’t use some sunscreen.”

Turning your head and squinting one eye open, you spy Aaron. Dressed in nothing but a pair of swim trunks, he is truly a sight to behold. Broad shoulders, bare chest, all toned, athletic muscle, and all yours.

“Help me out?” you request, coyly biting your lip. “So I don’t miss a spot.”

“I’d love to,” he replies.

Next thing you knew, he was on top of you knees straddling either side of your waist as he leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss to the nape of your neck. Putting his massive hands to good work, he slowly massages the coconut scented lotion into every inch of flesh not covered by your bathing suit.

“Easy there, we are still in public,” you remind and he lets out a pouty groan. Moving from on top of you, he settles so close that your legs touch and fixes you with his best sad puppy look. It wins you over every time.

“The day is still young, my love,” you say, reaching to stroke his scruffy jaw. The mischievous grin he flashes in return is enough to make your heart skip a beat.

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“Aaron,” you call from the bathroom as you’re preparing to go out for dinner. He arrives momentarily, dress shirt slightly unbuttoned and tie draped over his shoulder.

“What is it, darling?”

“Can you zip me up?”

“Of course, dear,” he replies, pulling your hips flush to him before tugging the zipper into place. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he places a warm, scratchy kiss just below your right ear, melting you instantly.

Taking in your form in the mirror, he comments, “You look ravishing.”

“If you don’t stop, we’re never going to make it to dinner.”

“Would that be such a sin?”

“You know we’ll probably never get another chance like this,” you remind him while buttoning up his shirt. “We should enjoy it while it lasts.”

“Alright, you win. Fancy dinner it is.”

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The next morning, you woke early. Rolling over in bed, you find Aaron still asleep, his face serene. Not wanting to disturb your husband’s much needed rest, you slip quietly to the bathroom and into the large tub.

Waking alone, Aaron gets up to investigate, finding you submerged in the tub, the water and bubbles barely protecting your modesty.

“Good morning,” he says, taking in the sight before him with dark, hungry eyes. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“No. And you looked so peaceful I couldn’t bear to wake you.”

“Mind if I join you?”

“I had just started washing my hair.”

“I can help with that.”

Sliding forward, you create just enough room for him to settle behind you. Resting your head on his bare chest, you let out a soft sigh of contentment. His strong hands work the lavender scented shampoo through your hair, forming a rich lather as he gently massages your scalp.

“Mmmm, we should do this every day,” you whisper.

“I wish we could, but it’s back to the real world soon.”

“Let’s not think about that. Let’s just stay like this a while longer.”

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Eight weeks after the honeymoon and things had indeed gone back to normal. Aaron had gone back to work, and you were running yourself ragged trying desperately to keep up with Jack. Between school, soccer practice, keeping the house clean, and trying to squeeze in time with Aaron whenever he was home, you were genuinely exhausted.

Early one Saturday morning you’re rudely awakened by a sudden and powerful wave of nausea. Shoving Aaron’s shoulder, you try to rouse him. “Hmm? What is it babe?” he manages, still half asleep.

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” you groan, clutching your stomach.

“What?” he questions, now more alert.

“I feel like I’m gonna puke.”

With that statement he rises, scooping you up from the bed and carrying you swiftly to the master bathroom. He places you gently on the cool tile in front of the toilet not a moment too soon. He smooths your hair away from your face as another wave of nausea overwhelms you, forcing everything out of your stomach. As you place your face on the cool porcelain bowl, he rubs your back soothingly.

“Are you alright, baby?”

“Yeah,” you reply shakily. “I actually feel a lot better now.”

Sitting up slowly, you turn to face him and see the thoughtful look on his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I was just thinking...” he murmurs quietly, voice trailing off.

“Thinking what?”

“Are you pregnant?”

“PREGNANT?” you practically screech, eyes wide with shock. “You think I’m pregnant?!”

Pulling you close he explains. “You have been saying that you’ve been super tired lately.”

“I’ve been taking care of a 6 year old boy and running a house by myself, OF COURSE I’M TIRED,” you state crossly, unwilling to believe his explanation.

“I know you have darling,” he soothes, softly stroking your back. “But this seems like a classic case of morning sickness.”

Thinking about it, you can’t really help but agree, even if you’re not quite ready to accept it. “Yeah,” you sigh, leaning your head on his strong shoulder. “You’re probably right.”

“We should get a test. Just to be sure.”

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Returning from the drugstore, you both head for the master bathroom once more.

“Wait here,” you request. “I’ll call you in once I’m done.”

A few moments later, you call and he enters. Finding you seated on the tile, he wraps his arms around you.

“How long do you have to wait?” he inquires.

“Three minutes.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Honestly?”

“Yes.”

“Terrified.”

Feeling you start to tremble, he squeezes you reassuringly. “Everything’s going to be alright.”

“If you say so.”

“Well, it should be about time. You ready?”

“I can’t look, Aaron. You do it.”

Shifting slightly, he reaches for the test perched on the edge of the countertop. After a moment of silence, you can’t take it anymore.

“Oh come on! Out with it, you’re torturing me.”

Looking into your eyes with the warmest smile, he says, “It’s positive. We’re having a baby.”

Hearing the confirmation, you burst into tears immediately.

“What’s wrong, my love?” He asks, pulling you closely to his chest and planting a soft kiss to forehead.

Looking up into his perfect chocolate eyes, you confess. “I want to have a baby with you, I really do. I’m just scared. So... scared,” you sigh.

“I know it’s unexpected and really soon, but we’ll figure it out. We always do, dear. I suppose this means you’d rather not meet the team for brunch today.”

“Crap!” you exclaim. “That is today isn’t it? No, we have to go. We promised. I’ll never hear the end of it if we don’t show.”

“We can reschedule if you want.”

“No, I’ll go. It’s fine. Just please don’t tell them, Aaron. I know you’re excited, but I’m just not ready.”

“I swear on my honor, I will not tell a soul.”

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The whole way to the restaurant Aaron could barely keep his hands off of you and focus on the road. He was every inch the proud dad already, and no one even knew except the two of you. You had to admit seeing him so excited was exceptionally cute, and secretly it made you the tiniest bit excited as well.

Walking up to the restaurant, Aaron keeps a steady and reassuring hand at the small of your back. Approaching the door, Aaron opens it allowing you to enter first.

“There’s the happy couple!” Announces Rossi, standing to greet you both. The two of you make your rounds at the table exchanging hugs and handshakes with the whole team before taking your seats. Looking around, you notice Penelope has already taken the liberty of ordering mimosas for all the ladies.

Quickly flagging down the waiter you ask, “Can I have a glass of water please? Thank you so much.”

“What’s up, sugar?” Penelope inquires. “You’re not drinking? You just got married! You should still be celebrating!”

Trying not to raise too much suspicion, you do your best to brush it off with a reasonable excuse. “We had enough alcohol on our honeymoon to last a lifetime,” you laugh, hoping no one sees through your little white lie.

“Speaking of alcohol, I have a great story for you all,” you say with a sly grin.

“Oh no,” Aaron groans, covering his flushed face in embarrassment. “Do you have to tell it in front of everyone?”

“YES,” you insist. “It’s the sweetest thing. We had dinner one night with plenty of wine and when we got back to the hotel, he crashed on the bed, still completely dressed in his evening wear. I knew it wouldn’t be comfortable to sleep in all that, so I started trying to take off his jacket and unbutton his shirt when he starts struggling and swatting my hands.

I heard him mumble, “stop, don’t touch me,” but I really didn’t think anything of it and kept on. Next thing I know, he’s slapping my hands again and I swear to God his exact words were,

“Stop trying to get me naked! I’m married! I love my wife!”

I almost cried laughing, I swear. I grabbed his hands so he’d stop swatting me and said, “Aaron! Aaron!” That finally got his attention. “I am your wife.”

“Oh,” he said, giving a thoughtful look. “In that case, carry on.” And then he immediately passed out again.”

By the end of the story, the whole team is roaring with laughter and Aaron is looking like he’d very much like to crawl under the table and hide.

“Oh my God,” says JJ, wiping tears from laughing so hard. “That is the cutest thing I’ve ever heard!”

“I’m never going to live this down, am I?” Questions Aaron.

“Afraid not, boss man.” Morgan replies.

“Can we please change the subject?” your husband pleads.

Having pity on Aaron, Emily steers the conversation ina different direction.

“How have things been since you got home?”

“It’s been good,” you reply. “I’m just so tired! Keeping up with Jack and taking care of everything when Aaron’s gone is a full time job,” you say, patting Aaron’s knee and giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“She’s been amazing, honestly. Jack loves having mom around. I was getting a little worried because she’s been feeling a little under the weather lately, but she seems a lot better now.”

Across the table, you can see the wheels turning in Penelope’s mind. Before you can even guess what she might be up to, she blurts out,

“Are you pregnant?”

The whole table goes silent in anticipation of your response.

You feel Aaron’s hand squeezing your leg under the table and you wrinkle your face in frustration as you give him permission.

“Go ahead and tell them,” you sigh.

At this everyone’s eyes widen as they listen closely.

Aaron speaks up. “Well, we were going to wait a while before telling anyone, but,”

“I’m pregnant,” you interrupt.

The whole table erupts into excited chatter.

“That’s fantastic news you two,” Rossi says. “It’s about time I had another kid around to spoil.”

“Congratulations,” offers Reid. “This baby will be lucky to have such great parents.”

“Oh, Jack is going to be such a good big brother,” gushes JJ.

“This baby is so loved already.” Emily comments.

“That’s gonna be one good looking kid,” Morgan chimes in, making everyone laugh.

“Is it a boy or a girl?” Penelope inquires.

“We honestly have no idea,” you reply. “We found out just before you did.”

“Oh my God. Oh my God” Penelope stammers out, clearly panicking. “I had no idea! That was so rude of me to ask. I am SO sorry.”

“It’s okay, Penny!” you reassure. “You all would have figured it out sooner or later. Besides, we both want you all to a big part of this baby’s life. We love you all.”

“Does this mean we get to plan a baby shower?” Emily asks.

“If you want to, then absolutely!” you encourage.

Gazing at Aaron, you see him glowing with pride and excitement. Seeing his infectious smile and feeling his hand squeeze yours, you could feel your nerves melting away. You couldn’t help but begin to be a little excited for your growing family.

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The two of you decided that you needed to break the news to Jack as soon as possible to avoid anyone letting it slip before you got a chance. The next morning as the three of you are all snuggled on the couch watching Sunday morning cartoons, Aaron gently broaches the subject.

“Hey, Jack?”

“Yes daddy?”

“How would you feel about being a big brother?”

“A big brother?” He asks, quizzical look on his face.

“Yeah, buddy,” Aaron replies. “How would you like a baby brother or sister?”

Turning to face you, Jack asks matter-of-factly, “Mama, are you having a baby?”

“Yes I am, little man,” you respond, ruffling his thick blonde hair. “How does that make you feel?”

“It’s cool!” he says, grinning widely.

“You’re not gonna be jealous are you?” Aaron asks. “Because Mama’s going to be spending a lot of time taking care of the baby when I’m not home.”

“No, daddy! I’m gonna help, just like I do all the time when you’re gone. I’m gonna be the best big brother ever!”

Tearing up, you give Jack a tight hug.

“I love you so much, buddy.”

“I love you more Mama,” he says, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

With that, a giant weight is lifted from your shoulders, and the three, soon to be four, of you settle in for a perfect, lazy Sunday.

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Two and a half months later it’s finally time for your doctor’s appointment to find out the sex of the baby. You knew you should feel excited, but with Jack at school and Aaron and his team out of town on a case, you couldn’t help but feel a little down. Not wanting to go alone, you called up the only friend you could think of.

“Hello?”

“Hey Jess, it’s Y/N. How are you?”

“I’m good, honey how are feeling? Is everything okay?”

“I’m alright now that the morning sickness is easing up. Listen, I actually had a favor to ask you. Aaron’s working and I have a doctor’s appointment and I really don’t want to go alone and I was wondering if you might be able to go with me.”

“Of course I will! You should have someone you know with you. Be there soon.”

Waiting in a cold exam room, you chatted with Jess until you were interrupted by a knock and someone entering the room.

“Mrs. Hotchner? My name is Gina, I’ll be doing your ultrasound today. This is your first baby?”

“It is.”

“And you’re here today to find out what you’re having? You must be very excited.”

“Very much so. I can’t wait to tell my husband.”

“Well let’s find out , shall we?”

As you roll up the hem of your shirt, she squirts some cold gel on your stomach and begins to move the probe.

“There’s the head,” Gina says, pointing to the screen. “And there’s the feet.”

After a few more moments, she announces, “Looks like you have a perfectly healthy baby girl. Congratulations!”

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“Could have sworn it would be a boy,” you comment to Jess as the two of you settle on the couch. “You think Aaron will be disappointed? I know how much he adores Jack.”

“Disappointed? Never.” She reasssures, softly taking hold of your hand. “He’s crazy about this baby already. Goes on and on to anyone who will listen. He’ll be wrapped around her little finger the second she’s born.”

“You really think so?”

“Of course!”

“Oh that makes me feel so much better. Thanks for everything, Jess,” you say as you both rise and embrace each other.

“You’re welcome, honey. If you need anything at all, give me a call, okay?”

“Will do! See you later.”

“Bye!”

No sooner have you closed the front door behind her than your cellphone begins to ring.

“Aaron!”

“Hey baby, how are you?”

“Good, I just got back from the doctor. Jess went with me.”

“That’s good sweetheart, I hated I couldn’t be there with you. Listen, I’ve gotta run. I just wanted to let you know that I’ll be home tomorrow. I miss you and I love you.”

“I love you too. We’ll see you tomorrow. Be safe, okay?”

“Always, bye babe.”

“Bye.”

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Later that night, you snuggle into your king sized bed with Jack. It always made you feel better having him around when Aaron wasn’t home. “Gotta get some sleep so we can see daddy tomorrow,” you say, tucking Jack in. You were both exhausted and passed out as soon as your heads hit the pillow.

The next thing you knew you were gently awakened by a soft hand gently stroking the side of your face. Slowly opening your eyes, you’re greeted by Aaron’s perfect face and the sound of his voice.

“Good morning baby,” he says leaning down to give you a soft kiss.

“Mmmm, good morning,” you return with a sleepy smile. “Jack, wake up! Daddy’s home.” you announce shaking the sleepy lump under the covers.

“Daddy! We missed you!” Jack declares, emerging from his cocoon.

“I missed you guys too,” he says sitting down and pulling Jack into his lap. “I’m sorry I missed your doctor’s appointment.” He says, draping an arm around your shoulders and placing one hand on your growing belly. “How have you been?”

At that moment, the feeling of movement from the baby causes you to tense up and take a sharp breath in.

Sensing the shift, Aaron asks, “Is everything alright, darling?”

“Yeah,” you reply, looking deep into his beautiful brown eyes. Everything’s fine. I think you’re daughter’s just excited to have her daddy home.”

“My daughter?” He questions, tears beginning to well up. “It’s a girl?”

You nod in the affirmative, and Aaron begins to cry as pulls you in as close as possible with Jack in the middle. Gently pulling back, you inquire, “You’re not disappointed, are you, Aaron?”

“Disappointed? Why would I ever be disappointed? She’s going to be smart and perfect and beautiful, just like her mother,” he says softly caressing your jaw.

“I’m getting a baby sister?” Jack pipes up.

“Yes you are, buddy,” Aaron confirms. “You gonna take good care of her?”

“Yeah! Nobody messes with my sister!”

“That’s a good big brother,” you encourage, running your hand through his hair. Turning to Aaron you mention, “I guess it’s time we started trying to pick out a name for her.”

“I’ve got a few ideas,” he says with a grin.

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[a-dorin]

confrontation | kylo ren

word count: 2,536

warnings: smut (hella smut), rough sex, oral, angst, cursing, anger, violence

a/n: this is the sixth chapter in the kylo x reader series! i highly recommend reading the first five chapters to get up to speed! 

summary: as more time passes, kylo grows only more and more weary as he anticipates the resistance’s next move in the ongoing war. however, things go awry once he leaves, leaving you to defend yourself when crisis arises. 

“it appears we have a spy,” kylo’s voice, modulating by his mask was eerily calm as he slammed the head of the traitor on the table. droplets of blood splashed on two superiors, earning a horrified flinch.

patiently, you awaited the adjournment of the emergency meeting, sitting in a desk chair outside the room. you peeked your head in once more, sensing the rage radiating off kylo. the energy in the room was electric, filled with anxiety and fear. kylo didn’t want you to stay cooped up in your quarters all day, so he had you shadow him during his tasks. 

unfortunately, phoenix and bubba were relieved from their duties for the day. kylo was kind enough to give them the day off, as they had gone above and beyond in their assignments to protect you at all times. so far, you had witnessed typical routine in the day of the supreme leader. 

the two of you ate breakfast around six in the morning, then met with general hux to discuss the current status of the war. lately, the resistance had been silent, which was worrisome to hux. however, kylo dismissed his fears, reassuring him that the they would be squashed in time. 

usually, kylo ren was harsh with the general. however, he was less rude to him today. part of you wondered if it was because you were with him, trailing behind his movements. maybe kylo didn’t want you to see that side of him. you weren’t sure.

however, the quiet was interrupted when the word came in that there was a spy feeding information from the first order to rebels. kylo’s aura had shifted from elegance to pure rage. it was only about an hour before he came back, a head slung over his shoulder in a satchel. 

you swallowed, watching as kylo’s anger built within him, “i am not sure why we have men feeding our information to those worthless scum. if i find that any of you are betraying the first order, you can end up like our friend here. am i clear?”

“but sir-” general hux, cleared his throat, “it was only one incident. surely there aren’t any mo-”

“YOU ALL OBEY ME!” kylo roared, slamming his fists down on the table, “if there is such a peep from our men to those rebels, any communication at all, i will execute you all. are we clear now, general hux? and hux, get that head disposed of. i would prefer it to be thrown in the incinerator.” 

the superiors shifted nervously in their seats, nodding rapidly, “yes, supreme leader.” 

“meeting adjourned,” kylo sneered, waving his hand. 

the men and women arose from their seats quickly, filing out of the room. you waited patiently, ensuring everyone exited before hopping to your feet. you watched as kylo threw his gloves onto the table, pacing slightly. kylo sensed your presence in the room, slumping his shoulders in defeat.

“were you watching the whole time?”

you nodded, biting your lip, “only a little bit.”

kylo let out a loud sigh, muttering to himself as he sat in a chair. you tiptoed over to him, straddling his lap. he flinched at your action, but relaxed once you placed your hands on his shoulders, massaging his muscles underneath his garments. 

“i just don’t understand,” kylo’s voice was warped, “i hate betrayal. especially from men within my ranks.”

“some people will do anything just to benefit themselves,” you murmured, your voice gentle. 

you took his hand into yours, bringing it up to your lips. softly, you placed gentle kisses on the supreme leader’s fingertips, hearing a small sigh exit through his mask. you took a finger into your mouth, sucking on it slightly.

“angel,” kylo warned, “don’t tease me right now.”

you felt a smirk form, “what if i want to help relieve your frustration, kylo ren?” 

without warning, kylo scooped you into his arms, slinging you over his shoulder. you yelped in surprise, thankful for fact that were not many floaters in the corridors. 

“i don’t care if anyone sees,” kylo’s voice was low, lust lacing his tone, “it’s what you get for teasing me angel.”

kylo made it to his quarters, keeping you on his shoulder as he punched in the numbers. the doors slid open,  and kylo laid you on his massive bed, helmet still intact, “take off the robe. and bend over for me baby.” 

an immense blush filled your cheeks, your ears burning as your fingers grasped the knot in your robe, undoing the silky knot. kylo’s mask clicked, clanging as it hit the floor. the silk melted off your shoulders, lamp beside the bed illuminating your skin with a warm glow. your nipples hardened against the cold air, your breasts bouncing as you rolled over, bending over on the bed. 

kylo eyed your actions hungrily, feeling his cock harden in his trousers. his hands reached out, trailing all over your body. they rested on your ass, squeezing it tightly. kylo couldn’t wait any longer. he knew he needed to be inside you, filling you up with his cock. 

his need for you burned within him, consuming his thoughts. his fingertips hooked the waistband of your underwear, sliding the fabric over your ass and thighs. the underwear were cast to the floor, kylo’s hands meeting with your ass once again. 

you felt a slap sting your ass, earning a moan from you at contact. kylo smirked, his thumb pressing against your clit. your juices dripped onto his fingers, earning a praise from the supreme leader.

“so wet for me and i’ve barely touched you.”

“i need you,” you couldn’t take much more of the teasing. it was driving you over the edge. 

“what was that?” kylo spanked you once more, “repeat what you said. louder this time. i want to hear you say it again angel.”

“i need you,” you repeated, almost moaning out the words. 

“good girl,” he cooed, his fingers circling over your swollen clit, “are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“yes.” 

“you were such a tease earlier,” came a tsk, “you need to be punished for your actions.”

without warning, kylo’s cock entered your dripping pussy, going in slow, gentle strokes. your hands gripped the sheets, your whines filling the room as kylo started to slam into you, his walls tightening around his cock. a hand gripped your hair, tugging on your locks. 

“kylo,” you whimpered, the sensation overwhelming your senses with pleasure.

“louder,” he commanded, his tone thick with authority, “say my name louder.” 

“kylo ren,” stars began to fill your vision, your orgasm close.

“lay down baby,” kylo ordered, and you obeyed, laying flat on your stomach. 

his mouth met with your shoulder, sucking on your skin as his cock pounded against your g-spot. you came undone, a hand covering your mouth to muffle your moans. kylo’s strokes became sloppier, his voice echoing through the room. 

“take it in your mouth, please.”

you rolled over, shifting yourself so that you were below kylo. you took the entirety of his cock in your mouth, sucking on the tip. his cum filled your mouth, and you swallowed, feeling it hit the back of your throat. you sat up, rotating your body so that you were now laying next to him face to face.

kylo ran a hand through your hair, the lust in his eyes fading, “i didn’t hurt you at all, did i?”

“not at all,” you traced the skin on kylo’s chest absentmindedly.

“i think there’s a new mark on your shoulder,” his voice was gentle, “consider it a new addition.”

“i would be honored,” a giggle rose from your throat. 

“(y/n),” kylo’s eyes met yours, adoration in his gaze, “i’m sorry you had to see that side of me earlier today.”

“kylo,” you reached out, brushing a strand of hair from his face, “i care about you, a lot. you have to realize that you’re the supreme leader of the first order. along with the fact that you are one with the dark side. i understand that you have moments in which you cannot control your actions. however, the force brought us together for a reason. i believe that it’s our destiny to be together.”

as you finished speaking, kylo’s gaze softened, “i’m so happy that the force brought me to you. yet, it’s not just the force that’s created this bond between us. yes, it has some affect, but this bond we’ve created, that was all us, (y/n).” 

“can we just lay here forever?” you whispered, snuggling into kylo’s bare chest. 

“i wish we could angel,” he drew in a long breath, playing with your hair, “however, i am the supreme leader of the first order. soon, i will be emperor of the galaxy, and you are to become my empress.”

empress. the word rang in your mind, a sweet, gorgeous word as it came from your lover’s lips, “i love the sound of that.”

“i’m glad you do,” kylo purred, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead.

your eyelids felt heavy, drooping as kylo ran his fingers through your hair, smoothing out the tangles. drifting off to sleep, you felt a wave of contentment wash over you. 

kylo ensured you fell asleep first, tracing the skin on your back with his fingertips. you were so beautiful, and you were his. placing one last kiss on the top of your head, the supreme leader fell asleep himself, a wide grin on his face. 

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whipping your head up, you sensed a tremor fill your body. planting your feet on the floor, you shoved your boots on. something was wrong, very wrong. hastily, you opened the doors, startling phoenix and bubba. 

“what’s wrong sweets?” phoenix inquired, alarm in his voice.

“something’s wrong,” you shook your head, panic seizing your nerves, “i don’t know what, but something is very very wrong.” 

approximately a week had passed since the discovery of the spy. many nights, kylo was on edge, pacing back and forth in his quarters. you were the only one who could put him at ease. often times, kylo was only soothed when you sang to him, a range of tunes and melodies. he adored the sound of your singing, as it was his favorite noise besides your voice.

kylo ren was away, off on a mission. the mission was in attempts to locate rey, the last jedi. he informed you he would only be away for a couple days, as it was night one without him beside you. your heart ached at the thought of him gone, but you knew it was for a good reason. rey needed to learn to back down, to stop challenging kylo. 

“babes,” bubba put a hand on your arm, “no one is going to hurt you, we’re here.” 

“it’s something different,” you muttered, “it’s not that. i have a premonition that something very wrong is about to happen. where’s kylo?”

“he’s still away,” phoenix stated, “his last coordinates were outside of jakku,”

“she’s not there,” your eyes narrowed, “they’re not where kylo thinks they’re located. they’re here.”

red lights flashed as the alarm went off, blaring through the corridors. phoenix and bubba cocked their blasters, protecting you with their bodies. 

“we’ll protect you babes,” bubba stated, his tone solemn. 

“i don’t think that’s necessary,” you shouldered past the boys, sprinting down the hall. your boots thudded against the marble, echoing down the hallway. bubba and phoenix shouted after you, in attempts to chase you down. 

the force was speaking to you, drawing you closer and closer to rey. you could sense her, her presence within the ship. the endless maze of halls and levels never ceased, but you knew you could find her. you had to keep trusting your instincts.

“(y/n) (l/n),” came a voice, clear and crisp through the chaos. 

you turned, coming face to face with the jedi, “how exquisite for you to visit while the supreme leader is away.” 

“it was perfect timing actually,” rey’s hand was situated on her belt, resting on her saber, “i came to reconcile.” 

“you are going to do nothing of the sort,” you retorted, your tone laced with anger. 

“listen to me,” rey pleaded, her eyes alight with fear, “you need to get away from kylo ren. he is a danger to you. if you stay by  his side, you’ll die.” 

you flinched, “you don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“oh really?” rey challenged, taking a step forward, “then tell me why kylo almost killed you.”

don’t listen to her, kylo’s voice entered your thoughts, whatever you do, don’t listen to a single word she says (y/n). she’s lying. she’s a liar. she doesn’t know you. she doesn’t know us.

“you don’t know a single thing about me,” anger bubbled up inside of you, making your face burn. 

“i know more than you think,” rey pulled her saber from her belt, blue light illuminating her features, “i’m sorry, (y/n), but i am going to have to take you by force.”

rey lunged at you, and you whipped out your hand in defense, palm out. the end stopped mere inches away from your face, humming. panting heavily, you widened your eyes as you processed the moment. rey was in pure shock, her brows furrowing in confusion.

a clanging sound filled your ears, a gleam catching your attention in the corner of your eye. instinctively, you reached out with the free hand, fingers wrapping around the cool metal. your thumb clicked the button, a crackling red entering your vision. 

the saber connected with rey’s, clashing together. the impact caused your knees to buckle, but you held your ground. adrenaline rushed through your body, coursing through your veins. the buzzing in your veins gave you strength as you stepped forward, earning a yelp of surprise from rey. 

she swung once more, only to meet a counter strike. rey gritted her teeth, attempting to take you by surprise. however, at her every move, she was met with failure, as you fought back, the fear of losing only fueling your fight. yet, you weren’t battling with any old saber. the saber in your possession was kylo’s. 

keep fighting, (y/n). his voice rang through your head, goading you on. you’re doing great, angel. you’re the best fighter i have ever seen. 

a new fire spread through your body, consuming you. the saber caught rey’s shoulder, sending shock waves through the hall. swinging a leg out, you tripped her, kylo’s saber only centimeters away from her heart. rey squirmed below you, the heat singing the fabric of her clothing.

“surrender,” you panted, “surrender, rey, or i’ll slice you into two.” 

“i see he’s rubbed off on you,” she spat, “i’ve seen all that i needed to see.” 

you blinked, feeling the fiery rage dissolve. swallowing, you let rey get up, watching in awe as she darted down the hall, calling for her allies. the saber ceased, the metal cooling. bubba and phoenix raced to your side, firing questions at you. however, the confrontation with rey only left you with more questions than answers.

what was that feeling that consumed you? 

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[mcu-padawan]

let it be me

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x gender neutral!Reader 

Description: Obi-Wan Kenobi. A renowned Jedi Master across the galaxy. A prized General in the Republic. But to you, he was just a shy boy with eyes as endless as the ocean. 

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of slavery (SW canon), angst, some fluff

A/N: Hey everyone! I am back!! This took me FOREVER to finish mostly because I was adjusting to school being back in session and being back on campus. Anyways, I am happy to finally be posting this because i feel like i’ve been almost done for the longest lol. Hope y’all enjoy this! 

If y’all want to you should listen to “seven” by Taylor Swift for this! It was a huge inspiration (especially the part where she sings about a braid… because… padawans have their braid… ok i’ll go)

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“I don’t think this is such a good idea,” you say. You’re trying your best to keep up with Aayla Secura, Jedi Master, and one of your best friends. Even though you two hadn’t spent your padawan years together, Aayla is one of the Jedi you were closest to. Having spent almost your entire Jedi years away from Coruscant, Aayla is one of the only constants in your life. You first met the younger Jedi when she traveled to a planet on the Outer Rim to join you on a mission. Since that mission, both of you have made sure to work together in as many missions as possible. You loved spending time with her, and after having spent countless rotations without seeing her, you are especially happy to see her. Except for this moment in time.

“Nonsense! You haven’t been back in Coruscant in years! Everyone needs to know you’re here.” Aayla grabs your hand and pulls you closer to her, guiding you quickly down the halls of the Temple and into what you know will surely be your doom.

You’re not sure where your friend is taking you, but as you keep walking, a feeling of dread starts to settle in your stomach. You start to feel a familiar pull in the Force, a pull that you thought you’d never feel again.

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You sit on a bench outside the Jedi temple. Your limbs are sore after all the training for the day. As a newly appointed padawan, you are still getting used to the schedule your new master has you on. Today consisted of grueling physical drills. After a week of meditation training, the physical training was a welcome change of pace, but you are now suffering the consequences of such a change. 

After the training ended, your master allowed you to return to your quarters for the day. Instead of going straight back, however, you decided to take a walk outside the temple to catch some fresh evening air. So here you sit, on a bench in the temple gardens, massaging your sore shoulder in hopes of easing some of the discomfort. 

You sit in comfortable silence for a while when you hear noise coming from behind some large bushes. You look up to said bushes, trying to see if you catch anything. Your master had been teaching you about reading Force signatures earlier in the week, but you don’t pick up anything tangible. After a few moments, you hear the sounds again. This time, you can decipher the sound of a thud followed by frustrated sighs and mumbling. You decide to get up and investigate, your curiosity getting the best of you.

You walk behind the bush to find a fellow padawan trying to float upside down while keeping his legs crossed and under (on top?) of him. You can see his form is off, and you notice the visible shakiness going through him as he closes his eyes and silently mumbles to himself. You keep watching him for a few moments until he suddenly falls out of his position and onto the floor. He quickly scrambles up, dusting his robes off in visible frustration. It’s not until he looks up that he notices you looking at him.

“Umm... hello there,” the young man says. 

Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment of being caught spying. You quickly scramble up an answer.

“Hi. I wasn’t spying you know.” You mentally curse yourself at the obviously flustered response.

“Right. Well, I’m sorry you had to see that.” He mumbles the last half, looking down and dusting his robes in discomfort.

“I’m Y/N, by the way,” you say as you move closer to him.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi, at your service,” he says and looks up at you. The two of you make eye contact and you feel your breath leave your body. 

The bluest eyes you’ve ever seen capture you. You feel like you can’t look away from the eyes of a young man you just met. You feel a tug towards him, but you can’t exactly describe what the tug is. You only know that you feel like you’ve known Obi-Wan Kenobi your whole life.

“What... what were you doing behind the bushes?” You decide to break the silence, if only to prolong the time you have to look at him. 

He laughs and averts his eyes, a ting of pink brushing his cheeks. “I was working on a new meditation drill my master taught me. Well, I guess it’s not new... I’ve been trying to figure this out for a while. As you can see, I haven’t been successful.” You can tell he’s embarrassed, as he keeps his eyes on anything but your direction. His hands are fidgeting at his side.

You hesitate, unsure how your proposal will sound, but ultimately decide it’s worth a shot. “I- I can help you out, if you’d like.”

He looks up. You’re trapped in the depth of his eyes once again, the pull you previously felt stronger now. You take a couple steps closer to him and continue. 

“My master taught me a couple of breathing techniques that helped me out with this exercise. Here, let me show you.” You move to sit on the floor with your legs crossed, motioning for him to do the same. Obi-Wan sits next to you. At this distance, you can feel the warmth that radiates from Obi-Wan. At this distance, you can feel the pull get stronger and know that it’s a product of the Force. At this distance, you feel yourself get trapped inside Obi-Wan’s Force signature, warmth and safety the only words on your mind.

And that’s how it began. Weeks of practicing drills together turned into years of friendship with Obi-Wan Kenobi. You two trained almost daily together, offering comfort after difficult training sessions, confiding in each other secrets nobody else knew.  But that was then, and this is now, ten years later, with nothing but memories of those deep blue eyes.

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Aayla pulls you into a room. You can only assume a meeting has just wrapped up, given the Jedi chatting. You recognize several faces of Jedi you’ve met throughout your missions. You nod and smile in acknowledgment to those you make eye contact with, but Aayla keeps on pulling you away before you get a chance to give a proper hello.

Aayla finally stops in front of three Jedi. You recognize Kit Fisto, and you’re sure the other Jedi is Luminara Unduli (you hadn’t had the chance of formally meeting her yet). The third figure looks up when you join the group. When you meet his eyes, it takes all your willpower not to gasp.

An ocean, deep and endless, captures you. The pull in the Force you’d been feeling since arriving at Coruscant is as intense as ever, awakening after being dormant for more than 10 years. 

You don’t recognize his face. No, the face looking back at yours is not one you remember. Gone is the shy smile of the young man you met all that time ago. Gone is the excited expression of the young padawan you spent each and every day with. Gone is the eager innocence of the man you’d come to know and love. 

Instead, the man you face is one who’s had to endure loss, as many other Jedi had due to the war. Years of fighting have taken a toll on this man, it’s evident through the lines surrounding his eyes and the grey hair around his temples. His face is hardened with years of experience as a Jedi, a Jedi who’s seen the true evil in the galaxy.

But his eyes. They’re the same eyes you’ve always known. And they offer the same warmth and safety they did when you first met Obi-Wan Kenobi all those years ago.

“Hello there.” 

The rich voice with the unmistakable Coruscant accent breaks you away from your thoughts. You feel heat come up to your cheeks when you realize you’ve been staring.

“Hello Obi-Wan. It’s been too long.”

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You stroll the gardens outside the temple, fingers grazing the various plants and flowers growing there. Memories flood your mind. Memories of when you first came to the temple as a youngling. Memories of exploring the temple’s secret passages as a young padawan. Memories of spending your day by Obi-Wan’s side, climbing trees, wrestling in the gardens after dark, gazing up at the night sky and speaking of all the places you’d explore as Jedi, places you promised to explore together. 

You stop at a bench and take a seat, trying to clear your mind of moments long gone. Everything had changed after the sudden death of your master while on Er’Kit, a planet distraught by slavery. The loss of your master forced you to become a Jedi Knight suddenly and take over the number of missions assigned to them. What followed was change: you had a chance to travel the galaxy and make a difference in countless planets. But with that change came loss: you hadn’t been on Coruscant for more than ten years, losing the only home you ever knew, and with that the person you knew understood you like no other.

You feel a change in the Force before you hear him. Over the years you had grown skilled at noticing changes in Force signatures. The Force signature headed your way is unmistakable. 

He takes a seat next to you, his cloak rustling against yours, his thigh a breath away from your own. The both of you sit in silence for some time, simply readjusting to be in each other’s presence after being apart for so long.

He decides to break the silence. 

“When I heard you were coming back to Coruscant I didn’t believe it.”

You chuckle, keeping your eyes on the garden. “I didn’t either. The council had promised me countless times I could return only for something else to pop up.”

“Well there’s no better person than you to lead our efforts in freeing those in captivity. You always were so caring of others.”

You wait a heartbeat before turning to face him and notice he had been looking at you this entire time. Your eyes scan his face, taking him in, really taking all of him in, and looking for the man you had left behind all those years ago. You find him in the warmth of his eyes, present despite all the events the war had brought with it. 

“I tried to come back. As much as I knew I needed to continue on the operation, I tried coming back. I need you to know that I tried to contact you, I tried to tell you how sorry I was for —“ You don’t realize you’re rambling, eyes beginning to water, until he puts a hand over yours and soothingly shushes you.

“Shhhh Y/N. You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I know. Naboo was a long time ago. You had no control over anything that happened.” His thumb is rubbing circles on your hand, sending chills and warmth through you.

“My only regret is that I wasn’t here with you when you needed it. If only I hadn’t been send on the mission to Er’Kit maybe—“

“Don’t do that to yourself.” One of his hands moves to wipe a tear off your cheek. “My love, you’ve been through so much yourself. I know I wasn’t there then. But I am here now. You’re here now. We’re here now, and that’s more than I could ever hope for.”

Your heart clenches at his words, emotions that had built up and that had been pushed down for years finally surfacing. 

“You know, I almost didn’t recognize you,” you tell him. “Look at the man you’ve grown to be Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon would have been so proud.”

“Just as your master would have been proud of the person you’ve become. You’ve done so much for the people of the galaxy. Even if I wasn’t able to say it then, know that I’ve always been proud to know one of the best Jedi this galaxy has seen.” 

“I’ve missed you.”

“As I have missed you, my darling.”

You can’t hold back anymore, so you lean in to hug him. Obi-Wan wraps his arms securely around you, enveloping you in his warmth and in his Force signature. Though its been too long since you’ve felt his embrace, it feels as if you’ve never left his side.

“I’ve always cared for you Obi,” you whisper into his shoulder. “Deeply.”

“I’ve never stopped thinking about you, my sweet. My life is a million times better with you in it. I’m glad you’re finally home.”

Home. You used to think the Jedi temple was home. But now you realize you’d been wrong. Home wasn’t a place for you, but a person. 

He didn’t need to say it. His embrace, his warmth said it all. Let me be your home. 

“I’m glad I’m home.”

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[twdeadfanfic]

First and Last Pt.20

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary:  There’s only one girl that Daryl has ever fallen in love with, the one who had to leave him and break both their hearts, and the one he’d tried his best to erase from his memory so it wouldn’t hurt that bad. There’s no way he could have guessed that he’d find her again, more than seventeen years later, after the world went to shit and the dead began walking, both their lifes different that what they used to be.

Tags: Sequel to my mini-series “The first to blow your mind.”  You can find it in my mastelist and read it before this or after it as a prequel, or you don’t need to read it.. Daryl’s POV. My usual combo of slow-burn, fluff and angst. Slight canon deviance. Light smut.

Chapter: 20/28 Updated on Monday and Thursday.

You can find my masterlist with more chapters and fics in the description of my tumblr.

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Taking watch must be one of the most boring things Daryl was ever told to do. There was nothing else for him to do though, he had gone hunting the day before, coming back with a few squirrels and a few rabbits that were now stew for the next couple of weeks, so he didn’t really need to go out again. Still, he wanted to go further one day, far from Alexandria’s smells and noises, and get a deer that would feed them for longer.

But it wasn’t too urgent, and so when Rick had asked him if he could take watch in the north of the wall, he had thought he should agree instead of going looking for something else to do, no matter it was boring.

That, and the fact that Y/N were with Sasha on the east lookout and if he leaned over the railing and looked through the scope, he could see her. He hoped she wouldn’t mind…he didn’t want to watch her, he was just…curious, he couldn’t help it.

When Y/N had been delivering the stew rations to the people’s houses, she had stopped on his family’s. Rick was there, and somehow he and Y/N had ended up talking about her work at the pantry, and Rick seemed to have noticed that Y/N wasn’t that happy working just there. He’d offered her a job taking watch, it was safer than going out on runs when she hadn’t been training for that long, and also he’d said Sasha might train her with the sniper rifle from there.

Daryl leaned over and squinted, looking at the other lookout. He could see Sasha and Y/N talking, holding the rifles and aiming beyond the walls. Before, he’d seen them studying the rifles or something like that, he wasn’t sure from that distance. Next time that he looked at them, it was because he heard a gunshot. He looked through his own scoop and saw a walker dead on the ground. He dropped the rifle and squinted again to look at them. Sasha seemed to be celebrating, so Y/N had shot the walker. Damn yes. She was always making him proud. She was good with the knife and now she was going to get good with the rifle too.

“Are you really spying on your girlfriend?” Came Lisa’s voice from downstairs. “With a sniper rifle and all, like it’s not creepy at all?”

“Shut up, I ain’t spying on no one.” He grumbled back, flustered.

“Whatever you say…”

Daryl just scoffed again and he didn’t bother saying anything else.

By the time his shift ended and someone else came to take watch, Y/N was still with Sasha up there, and so he decided to go back home.

Home…He had been living with Y/N and Jane for a few days now, and it still sounded strange. Not in a bad way, no, not at all, just strange. He didn’t think he had ever had something like that. Never thought he’d get to have it.  But there he was.

Dawn and Jane were sat down at Robert’s porch, reading or doing homework, or Daryl wasn’t sure what. They waved at him before focusing back on whatever they were doing, and Daryl walked into Y/N’s place…which he guessed was kind of his place now…but he always called it Y/N’s anyway.

There was a book on the coffee table, the same one she’d read a thousand times before already. He needed to ask Glenn if he thought there’d be a place where he could go on a run and find books, by now he was sure Y/N had read every book in Alexandria. That one was one of hers, though, one she liked, Aaron had gotten it for her a long while ago. Daryl picked it up carefully and began to read it while he waited for Y/N to come back.

He hadn’t been reading for long when finally the front door opened and closed, and Y/N walked into the living room. “Hi there.”

“Hey.” He smiled at her, leaving the book on the table again. “How was training?”

“You tell me,” Y/N smirked and Daryl found himself blushing. “I know you were looking.”

“I…uh…it ain’t…” He babbled, but Y/N just chuckled and sat down on the sofa next to him, wrapping an arm around him to snuggle to him…so maybe she wasn’t mad.

“It was good…it wasn’t as difficult as I thought. I mean, it’s difficult, but I managed to land some shots. I like it. Sasha’s a good teacher. But damn, my arms hurt now…and my shoulder and my neck.” She complained with another chuckle, pulling back to roll her shoulders.

“Come here.” Daryl tugged at her until her back was to him so he could place his hands on her shoulders to try and ease the knots away.

“That feels good…” Y/N murmured as she tilted her head forwards and pushed her hair to one side so he could move up her neck. “Didn’t know you gave massages and that you were good at it. How’s that you never gave me any all those years ago? Or did you learn after I left?”

“I didn’t learn…I ain’t good.” He just went by instinct.

“Well, I beg to differ,” Y/N almost purred and Daryl couldn’t help how good about himself it made him feel.

After a while of easing the strained muscles as best as he could, he began just caressing her skin, not that she seemed to mind, she was still smiling with her eyes closed, humming contently from time to time. He leaned closer to kiss her neck softly, and she chuckled softly, tilting her neck to give him more room.

“If this’s what I’m gonna get every time I go training with Sasha, I’m going to go up there every day.” She murmured, chuckling quietly and he didn’t say anything, just trailed kisses over her neck until she pulled away.

She didn’t go far, though, just turned around so she could face him. She smiled, reaching out to run her fingers through his hair, shifting to straddle him, and then she was kissing him. When their lips parted, she arched her neck, the hand that she had at the back of his head pushing him closer to her neck in case he didn’t catch the drift, and he chuckled against his skin before kissing it.

“That is, time’s up,” he teased, pulling back. “You just put down a couple of walkers meters away from you with a sniper rifle, it ain’t such a big deal.”

“Oh, isn’t it now? Okay, next time you’re shooting your crossbow and you need to reload but walkers keep coming, you’re gonna be begging me to shoot with my new discovered great aim, and I’m not going to do it.” She grinned.

“Bullshit, you wouldn’t let me get eaten.”

“Sadly, I’m too attached to you, it’s been a problem...for the last seventeen years…” She sighed dramatically before chuckling and bumping his nose, and then leaning to nuzzle it with hers and Daryl took advantage to peck her lips.

“It was a big deal, though, you did great today with the riffle,” Daryl said as he caressed her hair, he wanted her to know he was proud.

“It’s really not that hard, the scoop does most of the job…”

“Nah, nah, you still need skill.” He shut her before she could put herself down. “But if you want to try a riffle that ain’t a sniper one, a gun or something, we can. We can go out one day, take a silencer, practice.”

“Yeah?” Y/N asked and Daryl hummed a yes, nodding. The more weapons she knew how to use, the safer she would be, he wanted her learning everything she could, and he knew she wanted it too. “Can I try the crossbow too?”

Daryl nodded, it’d be more useful than a firearm if you asked him, silent, and you could make your ammo. He’d teach her to do that too.

“I’ve been wanting to try that thing since…forever.” She giggled. Daryl scoffed, but he couldn’t help his smile at her. “And when I’ll find that my aim with the crossbow is great, I’m getting more massages?”

“I don’t know…” He teased but he was already leaning to kiss her neck again.

He trailed soft kisses over her neck, getting more daring with every little, beautiful sound that she let out. He gently sucked on a spot behind her ear and was rewarded with a quiet moan that made him smile against her skin as he kept kissing and biting her flesh ever so softly, he couldn’t help how he loved to make her feel like that. Her hips began to rock gently against his, making his pulse speed up. The hands that he had on her waist moved to run under her shirt, stroking the warm skin of her hips and belly, which made her writhe harder on his lap.

She placed her hands on top of his under her shirt, moving them up until he reached her breasts. Daryl was hesitant, fingers trembling as he swallowed hard, but she made him press his hands against them before encouraging him to slid his hands under her sports bra.

Once he got the cue, Y/N took her hands away, placing one on his shoulder, while she ran a finger across her own next with the other, signaling him to keep going. He smiled and went for her neck again, harder this time, placing open-mouthed kisses over her neck, he couldn’t stop himself, but she didn’t seem to mind, if he could take her moan as a cue, while his hands moved over her breasts, fingers trembling ever so slightly.

Then, though, she was pulling away, and Daryl looked at her confused. She was breathing hard, looking at him in a way that made his heart beat faster. “I’m not doing this on a sofa,” she murmured. “Bed, now.” Before she could get up, though, Daryl did, making sure to wrap his arms under her thighs to hoist her up with him, and Y/N laughed as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Okay, I like this.” She grinned. “It’s kind of hot.” Daryl scoffed, blushing as he tried not to let shyness take over him, and he began walking them both to the stairs. “I can walk up myself.”

“Nah, it’s fine.” He began walking up the stairs without putting her down.

“This is fun but if you drop me I kick your ass.”

“Ain’t dropping you, woman, stop complaining.” He stopped to gently bit at her neck, making her laugh.

Daryl kept walking up the stairs and to her room…his room now, too, even if it still sounded strange in his head, and he carefully let her fall onto the bed. She grinned at him, sitting up and pulling her shirt over her head, followed by her bra, and Daryl swallowed hard as he looked at her. She gave him a shy smile, biting her lips before she popped open the button of her pants, sliding them down her legs along with her underwear and throwing it to the floor near her shirt.

“Are you going to come here or are you just going to keep staring?” She teased nervously, her skin blushed pink. “Because I might hide under the coverts…”

Daryl kicked himself into movement, joining her in the bed, somehow hesitant of placing his hands on her bare skin as he kissed her. She leaned back on the bed, her head landing on the pillow, and she pulled him with her, kissing him again, and he couldn’t help himself from groaning softly into her mouth when her hands ran under his shirt, caressing his stomach and up to his chest before she began trying to pull it off him.

He complied, taking his shirt off, and Y/N sat up slightly to kiss his chest, up to his neck, and Daryl bit his lip as another quiet moan escaped him. She leaned back onto the bed again, her hands caressing his skin again, this time stopping at the buckle of his belt. “Can I?” She whispered and Daryl nodded, swallowing hard. She unbuckled his belt and after another nod from him she opened his pants, and Daryl helped her take them off him.

He crawled on top of her again before he could be overwhelmed by the need of hiding under the covers, as Y/N had said, and he kissed her deeply, letting one of his hands slide down to caress her bare thigh, and he gasped when she wrapped that leg around his hips, pulling him down even closer to her.

“Okay?” She whispered and Daryl couldn’t find his voice but he nodded.

Without stopping looking at him, she placed her hand on top of his on her thigh and then she guided it between her legs until his fingers founder her center and she let out a shuddered moan at the contact. Daryl’s breath picked up, his heart beating even faster as he let her guide his movements, letting out all those little sounds that drove him crazy.

Soon she was letting go of his hand, allowing him to keep going on his own, and Daryl was sure he could never be tired of seeing her writhing and squirming under him, rocking her hips as she panted, quiet moans leaving her lips from time to time. He leaned down to kiss her, he couldn’t get enough of her.

Her eyes were shut closed, her mouth open as she panted, but then her hand reached down to stop his movements and Daryl frowned at her, worrying he’d done something wrong. “Did I-” She didn’t let him finish, tugging at him to fall down on top of her and kissing him hard.

“I want you,” she whined against his lips before kissing him again, still panting, and her words alone made him groan, nodding wordlessly again. She didn’t miss a second, reaching down between them to guide him to her, making him groan again at the contact, and when he finally buried himself in her, he had to kiss her to stifle the moan that left his lips.

She was panting and whimpering against his lips too, her hands clutching at his shoulders as he began to rock gently against her, ever so careful with her, until she arched against him, her leg around him pulling him even closer, and the moan that left her lips when he picked up the pace sent shivers through him. She felt so damn good, had something ever felt that good…

Daryl was glad she was already close because, with the way she was making him feel and all those sweet sounds she was letting out, he knew he wouldn’t last long.  She was breathing harder, harder, arching to him and then she cried out, her nails scratching his shoulders, digging into his skin, and when he kissed her neck again she let out another of those moans that he loved, shivering under him as her thighs squeezed his hips, coming undone.

It didn’t take him long to follow her, his mind vaguely registering that in fact, this is how people got pregnant and that’s the last thing you needed in that world, and he barely remembered to pull out of her before he finished, groaning and falling on top of her. She was panting just like him, her arms holding him to her as one of her hands caressed his hair, and then she began placing little kisses on the top of his head, his temple, his cheek…

Daryl couldn’t stop his smile, nuzzling into her neck. If he’d ever felt this good he didn’t remember. He snuggled to her, eyes closed, enjoying the way in which her fingers caressed his skin and the buzz running down his body, before his brain was actually capable of forming thoughts again.

“You could get pregnant,” he blurted out…great, wonderful, just great, he had to open his mouth and that had to be the first words that come out of it. Great.

Y/N snorted. “You trying to tell me something?”

Daryl blushed up to his hears again. “I…I…”

“No, no, I know, you’re right,” Y/N stopped his babble. “I’m sorry, I get a bit carried away I guess…” She chuckled shyly. “But you’re right, we’ll be careful, okay?” He nodded and she smiled, kissing his lips.

He snuggled to her again but she tried to pull away way too soon. “Where’re you going?”

“To get cleaned,” she said, trying to move from under him but he didn’t let her, he was too comfortable like that. “Shower.” He just snuggled more into her and she let out a giggle, holding him tight and kissing his head, but then she was trying to move away again, and again he didn’t let her. “Daryl, come on,” she half whined half laughed.

She tickled his side, making him yelp and roll away from her. “You’re mean,” he grumbled and she laughed, grinning and pecking his lips before sitting up and getting up from the bed. He got up from the bed too, heading to the window to check that Jane and Dawn were still on Robert’s garden, though he couldn’t really see into his porch from there.

“Afraid the kids are gonna walk on us?” Y/N teased and he just shrugged, but yeah, he’d die of embarrassment probably. “They’re probably at Robert’s, it’s okay.” She walked behind him and wrapped her arms around him, kissing his shoulder. “Plus, the bedroom is locked, if Jane walks on us I’d have to crawl in a hole and never get out.” She chuckled and Daryl nodded at that. “Now, come to the shower. I’m not asking.”

Daryl snorted but he didn’t fight her, letting her take his hand and walk them both to the bathroom. She turned on the water, stepping into the shower once it was warm and he followed her, watching as the spray of water fell over her, thinking once again how beautiful she was, until Y/N pulled him closer to her to stand under the water too.

Y/N stopped the water and took the bottle of shampoo, dropping some onto her palms and rubbing them together to create suds. She ran her hands through his hair, rubbing gently but firmly, and Daryl heard himself purring but he couldn’t feel embarrassed, her fingers playing with his hair felt too good. Once she seemed to deem his hair clean enough, she poured more shampoo onto her palms and began washing her own hair.

“You don’t trust me to do it?” He joked.

“Didn’t know you’d want to.” Sure, he had never washed anyone’s hair before, but he might as well try now, and so he began to run his hands through her hair and rub carefully at her scalp like she’d done to him, smiling when she hummed.

“I’d stay like this for hours if it weren’t because we’d freeze…” Y/N murmured before pulling away from him to take a bar of soap and run it across his body, lathering his skin, and Daryl’d be lying if he said it didn’t feel damn good too. When it was his turn to wash her body, though, he was almost shy about it, for some reason, his eyes following the soap as he moved it over her skin, getting more confident when she closed her eyes and smiled.

Once they were lathered, Y/N turned on the water again, raising the shampoo and soap off them. She got out of the shower and tossed him a big towel while she wrapped herself in her bathrobe. He followed her back to the room, watching how she took out some clean clothes for him from her closet. He didn’t know where she had gotten them from, he’d moved to her place with just his usual bag and what he was wearing, but she had made sure she had clothes for him. He was grateful she had thought about him but it felt a bit strange too, after so long having only what he had inside his bag…Alexandria and everything in it still felt a bit strange, but not bad, not anymore.

“It’s getting late,” Y/N said as she got dressed. “I’m going to pick up Jane, can you get started with dinner?”

“Sure thing.”

*

Plot, what’s plot anymore. Also I know some of you wanted more Jane and Daryl, and I promise they have quite a lot of scenes together in future chapters, but Y/N and him are kind of in “honey moon” phase, you know.

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What if peter was like a pack omega, not necessarily in a relationship with the whole pack, but he calms everyone down and cooks and cuddles all the avengers who just adore and dote on him.

TW: a/o dynamics, housewife Peter

Tony doesn’t quite know how it happened. Natasha and Clint went off on some super secret spy gig that Fury won’t tell him anything about. Wanda and Vision are off travelling the world, and then all of a sudden the tower has become a bit of a boy’s club.

It’s just him, Steve, Bucky and Thor.

It was kinda fun, at first. Like being in a fraternity back in college. Of course, he’d been quite young when he was a freshman, so the drinking and partying had been…not absent, but definitely the shadier side of legal.

Now, the four of them eat pizza and train and go and save the world when they have to. Tony tinkers in his lab, Steve and Bucky play the never-ending game of catch up, and Thor imbues himself in earth-culture.

But still, they’re four alphas. And sometimes they’re training gets a little rough, and sometimes they snarl at each other and get wound up.

After a particularly bad day, Steve wades through the trash all over the living room. He kicks aside grease-stained thai-take out boxes and empty wrappers- nearly trips on Thor’s hammer- before reaching Tony.

Tony arches an eyebrow at him, and takes a long sip of his black coffee.

“This place is becoming a real state.” Steve says meaningfully and Tony laughs.

“I hope you’re not suggesting I clean it. I opened up my home to you rascals-“

“Don’t you have a cleaner?” Steve grumbles, rubbing at a smudge on the countertop with his thumb.

“I did. Lovely woman. But you’re not gonna find a beta willing to live with four Alphas, Steve. And we do need a live in. I’m pretty sure Thor ate raw chicken the other day.”

“Why not an Omega, then?” Steve asks, and Tony hums thoughtfully.

It’s not a bad idea. Omegas are a pricy investment, because they’re so rare, but they handle Alphas beautifully. They cook and clean and soothe. Tony thinks they could all do with a little soothing. There’s a hell of a lot of Alpha pheromones everywhere, and it’s making him antsy. It’s tough to concentrate in the lab, and only he goes in there.

“I’ll look into it.” He promises, and Steve nods: satisfied, before wading back through the trash.

*

When Bucky gets back from his run in the late afternoon- he freezes.

The penthouse is sparkling. The balcony doors are open and the cool summer breeze is rolling in. There are- new cushions everywhere- and a vase almost bursting with fresh flowers on the coffee table. Everything’s polished and clean, and smells of freshly baked cookies. There’s another smell. Something sweeter than the cookies, more fragrant than the flowers. Something he can’t quite put his finger on.

“What the hell…” he whispers. Did someone finally clean up? He can’t imagine who. And who would go and pick flowers?

“You must be Bucky!” Comes a delighted voice, and Bucky turns to see- probably the most gorgeous Omega he’s ever seen in his life. He’s a tiny little slip of a thing, with huge eyes and fluffy hair and a blue sweater. He’s barefoot too, and there’s flour on his cheek.

“Uh…” he says unintelligibly, following the Omega towards the kitchen.

“I like your metal arm! I’m making cookies, would you like yours warm straight from the oven?”

Bucky takes a seat at the kitchen counter and blinks in surprise when he can see his own face reflected in the marble. “Sure,” he stammers, and then before he knows it, a plate heaped full of warm cookies and a glass of cold milk are being presented on a flowery tray.

“I’m Peter,” the omega says, and his eyes are like sunlight mixed with amber. He’s got skin like fresh cream and lips so pink Bucky wants to reach out and touch-

Instead, he crams a few cookies into his mouth and groans. Goddamn, they’re delicious.

Peter beams at him with glee. “You like them? I’m so glad! Tony said that he didn’t know if you preferred chocolate chip or blueberry, but I went with chocolate, because everyone loves chocolate! I’m gonna make steak with quinoa tonight, do you like that? I also bought some pastry for apple pie for dessert- that’s Steve’s favourite right? That’s what he said- but I’d already bought it, so maybe he was just being polite and-“

“Ah, Bucky,” Tony waltzes in, chuckling, ad Bucky blinks at the sight of him. He looks remarkably better than yesterday. The dark circles under his eyes are gone, his beard’s groomed and hair brushed, and he’s in new clothes that smell of laundry detergent. “I see you’ve met Peter, quite the little angel, isn’t he?”

Peter blushes, and it’s possibly the most beautiful thing Bucky’s ever seen. “Did you have a good nap?” Peter asks, plating up some cookies and milk for Tony.

“None for me thanks, gorgeo-“ he cuts off, and Bucky watches as Peter pouts; his eyes huge and disappointed, hands still holding out the plate and glass as offering.

Bucky thinks he’d lay down his life for those eyes.

“Fine,” Tony grumbles, taking a cookie. He snorts at Peter’s happy smile. “You’re gonna make me put on a couple of pounds, aren’t you?”

“I’m gonna make sure you get all the nutrients you need.” Peter corrects, and Bucky drains his milk to ask:

“Are you Tony’a new Omega?”

Tony answers for him. “Gorgeous, isn’t he? Super expensive, but definitely worth it. He’s for all of us, and have you seen the place? He’s folded the towels into little swans-“

“You bought him for all of us?” Bucky gapes, and Tony’s eyes soften a little.

“Well, yeah. We all live here, we could all use a little love. And look at him,” Tony squeezes the nape of Peter’s neck and the Omega lets out the most melodic little moan. “Help yourself, ask him for anything- Peter’s happy. He has his own bedroom- near mine, obviously, but I doubt he’ll spend the nights there, right, gorgeous?”

Peter blushes again, and subtly nudges another cookie towards Tony.

Bucky thinks it would probably be impolite to ask Peter to bend over the counter right now, so he saves it for later.

* After two weeks with Peter, everything is perfect.

The penthouse has never looked better, Tony’s never felt so well-rested, so well-fed. The fresh vegetables and new recipes- each more exotic than the last- have left him feeling stronger. Healthier.

Peter’s gotten Steve into Yoga, and more often than not, Tony will wake up to see the two of them out on the balcony under the New York sun, stretched out on yoga mats.

He likes to appreciate the view for a moment.

Before Peter makes them all a big breakfast. Smoothies for all of them and Tony gets pancakes, Thor gets a full english, Steve gets a fruit salad and Bucky gets waffles, all of them on rotation.

Peter spends a lot of time out and about with Thor. The god can hoist Peter onto his shoulders and is clearly completely smitten with the tiny omega. He keeps regaling him with Asgardian fairytales and giving him little gold trinkets.

Bucky gets deep tissue massages- he likes the way Peter’s fingers work into all of his muscle. Often Tony will see Bucky lying on the couch chest-down, with Peter straddling his thighs and working onto all that scarred tissue.

Everything’s just better.

And then of course, when Peter was cleaning up and he’d moved Thor’s hammer- picking it up for a moment, dusting underneath it- then setting back down, humming sweetly all the while, and the four alphas had just stared in absolute amazement. 

Tony likes buying Peter silks and satins. Or sparkly diamonds that Peter wears around the house. Steve gives Peter his sketches- leaves them lying around the house for Peter to find as he’s cleaning, and the little omega lets out a pleased sound of delight every time. 

It’s just better. Effortless. 

Tony stirs (his sleeping pattern is so much better now) when he feels his mattress dip, and he smiles lazily with pleasant surprise, as he tugs Peter into his chest.

“Mm, haven’t seen you for a few days, gorgeous.”

“Thor had a lot of pent up stress,” Peter mewls, one soft hand already sliding into Tony’s pants. Peter is a selfless lover, as all omega are, he peppers Tony’s face with kisses, whispers praise, and teases him just the right amount.

“I want you to knot me, please, alpha,” Peter whispers sweetly into his ear, already moving- he does all the work, Tony doesn’t have to lift a finger- and he’s already slick, and he manoeuvres Tony’s throbbing cock to his hole easily. “Do you want that?”

“Fuck, yeah, baby,” Tony grunts, eyes still lidded. “Make me feel good.”

Peter moans like it’s his pleasure, and gets to work.

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THE STORM - Part fifteen

Fandom: The Boys (Amazon prime tv series)

Pairing: Black Noir x OC

A/N: SEMI IMPORTANT Hey guys! Just a heads up. When they use sign language, you will be able to understand from the context and signal verbs, as well as the fact that the dialogue is italicized and in quotation marks. 

A general rule for this story: italicized words are thoughts, italicized words with quotation marks are signed.

Hope this doesn’t cause any confusion!!

Disclaimer: I don’t own The Boys, only my OC characters and certain pieces of au plot.

Comments, reviews, constructive criticism, and other requests are always more than welcome!

  Posting new chapters on Wednesday and Friday!

  The Art of Sign Language

On Thursday night, she stayed at home, brimming with anticipation. She felt alight and ready for any possible obstacle. However, one thought kept tugging at the corners of her mind. Noir. She should be thankful he’d lost interest, since this meant she could operate without a watchful gaze following her every move. And yet, it saddened her. She’d been close to learning the truth about the man beneath the mask… now, she was left with her questions and doubts. She gazed at the worn sign language book laying dejectedly on the coffee table in the living room. Oddly, she missed him.

But that Thursday night, right as she came to terms with his absence, and the end of whatever dangerous dance she’d began with him, he proved her wrong.

Hearing a knock at the door, Sarah cautiously raised from her seat and inched towards her entrance. Slipping her dagger into her back pocket, she peered through the peephole and was surprised by the sight. There he was. Noir was there knocking on her door. She hesitated. Had he found out who she was? Was he there to finish her off? He undoubtedly knew she was at home, since she was sure he could hear her heartbeat through the door. She ultimately decided to play dumb. The brunette quickly fixed her hair, pushing her locks down. Glancing into the entrance mirror, she wiped the dumb smile off her face and stood taller, more confident.

She immediately unlocked the multiple locks in place and swung the door open.

She took him in, a slight smirk playing on her lips.

“So, you learned how to use the door,” she playfully questioned with a raised eyebrow.

He nodded and quickly glanced to his sides, which reminded her of how exposed he was under her porchlights. She quickly ushered him inside.

He moved into the space with ease, and Sarah gladly noted how he seemed more comfortable than their initial meetings.

As they moved into the living room, she asked, “So what have you been up to?”

He raised one finger as if to ask for a moment and slipped a phone out of one of his many suit pockets. He tapped away at the screen and finally held it out for her to hold. It was a video on YouTube, and as she watched, she realized it was a commercial.

Her eyed widened. “Oh,” she understood, “you sir, have been busy.”

He scanned the room and saw their usual notebook lying on a counter. He quickly swept it up and wrote. I wanted to stab myself.

She laughed, “I’m sure—,” she watched the video again in amusement. “Man, they put you to work.”

He scribbled Ha Ha.

“I mean look at those shiny knives, and that ninja flip—”

Her playful teasing was cut short as he bent down and picked up the small booklet on the coffee table. He stared at the title before turning it for her to see: Sign Language for beginners.

She could imagine the questioning look twisting his features. He tilted his head in confusion, waiting for an explanation. Noir couldn’t help but wonder if she’d gotten it for him. If she truly wanted to communicate with him. He found that she liked him enough for them to be friends, but did she really enjoy his presence enough to invest her time in learning to communicate with him this way?

She inhaled deeply, thinking of how to explain herself without seeming clingy or overeager. She was afraid of scaring him away.

“Well, I just thought it’d be nice to communicate in a more direct way, y’know—it’d surely be easier, since you wouldn’t have to write and all,” she began, taking quick glances at him to gauge his reaction. “I started learning some, and if you’d like I can teach you what I know… we could make up some signs and it would just be nice, don’t you think?”

He stayed silent, and she attempted to fill in the void. “I wasn’t sure if you were coming back, but I saw the book and I thought of you. It’s alright if you don’t want to.”

He tilted his head the other way, as if he were seeing her in a new and different light. She couldn’t tell if it was a good sign or a bad one. Finally, he moved forward and stopped right in front of her. She focused on breathing, as he placed the palms of his hands on the sides of her head. He lifted her face towards him and gave her a simple kiss on the forehead. Noir gazed at her intently before moving past her and sitting on the couch.

She stood still, just as shocked as she was after he’d shown her affection in the kitchen many nights ago. She moved towards the small couch chair she usually occupied when she heard him clear his throat.

She glanced back at him as he patted the seat beside him. He held her light blue blanket in his hands. She felt warm at the gesture and couldn’t help the blush that was probably flaring across her cheeks. She sat beside him, and he carefully wrapped the blanket around her shoulders. She raised her legs onto the couch, sitting crisscrossed in the corner facing him.

“I’ll take that as a yes?”

He nodded and placed the book between them before taking the notebook back into hand.

Teach me.

She smiled and he felt warm under her attention.

“Okay, well they suggest starting out with the alphabet and then moving onto key words or phrases for conversations,” she began explaining.

Noir pulled his gloves and set them aside. She briefly glanced at them, noting the web of scars she hadn’t noticed before, but quickly returned her attention to his mask.

As she taught him the alphabet she found it amazing how focused and committed he was. Maybe it had much to do with his powers, but he was an extremely fast learner and they quickly went through the alphabet, signing yes and no, and simple conversation starters.

At a certain point, her legs began to itch with the need to move. Halfway towards numbness, she uncrossed them to stand and shake them out. She was stopped, however, when Noir scooped her legs up into his lap, running his hands over her calves clad in sweatpants. He massaged them and she sighed in delight.

She tried to sign to him by stringing together some of the words they’d learned, “Feels amazing”

He nodded, and she imagined him smiling at her. A bright white smile, contrasting his toffee brown skin. She withheld the blush creeping up her neck and distracted herself by practicing different signs with him.

He fixated on her face and the content look in her eyes.

“I really like you.”

Sarah raised her eyes to him, caught off-guard.

He took the notebook back into hand, as they hadn’t yet covered the signs he’d need to explain himself. She was his happy place, a radiant sun that kept him warm.

In fact, you’re the only person I really like.

Once she’d read his confession, she laughed. “Well, you’re not much of a people person, are you?”

He shook his head. I’m a people person if you are the person.

Sarah cast her eyes down watching his hands lightly gripping her calves.

She signed in the silence, “I really like you too”

She was falling fast, and she didn’t know what to do. She enjoyed his presence and missed him when he was gone. And if they were in another world, it might have worked out for them. But she was not Sarah Burns, she was Marianna Stacker. She was no regular Vought employee; she was a spy plotting its downfall. Already the night after, she would be infiltrating the building to steal and replace information. Her and Noir were opposing forces, in a precarious balance.

Still, she laughed with him when she made mistakes and practiced their new form of communication, perfecting her signing. He suggested some signs for certain words, and she found it comforting, almost intimate. They had a way of communicating that was truly their own.

Oh, how muddied the lines had become. She felt a connection, an underlying understanding passing through them. What would happen to it when the truth emerged?

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[rukia-writes]

✨Eren Kruger x reader✨

✨Setting: canon✨

✨Warnings: 🔞 No minors, 18+, smut ✨

It was only supposed to be a one night stand.

The idea of falling in love should never have crossed (Name)’s mind as she waited impatiently for the marleyan officer to visit her in the hotel room.

Unfortunately, the eldian woman had fallen in love with the marleyan officer.

Only bad things would follow if Kruger found out she had feelings for him. The two had been seeing each other for going on three months now and things always ended up with (Name) waking up the next day and Kruger would be gone.

Kruger might not been with her physically but he always left her satisfied and sometimes he would even leave her with money.

The door opened as Kruger entered the room and closes the door behind him heaving a tired sigh.

“Hey. Rough day?”

“Sort of.”

Kruger threw his hat not caring where it landed as he began to take off his jacket. The hat landed on the floor, walking over and picking up the hat (Name) straightened up the hat.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?”

“There’s no need.”

(Name) felt a little sting on her heart at Kruger’s quick and stern reply. Placing Kruger’s hat on the table (Name) gasped as she felt a kiss on her neck from behind and a hand on each breast moving them in a circular motion.

“H-hey! Slow down.”

“I don’t have time. You know that.”

(Name) was turned around now facing Kruger who was going to work on her shirt.

“Wait a second. Why don’t you-“

Kruger silences (Name) by kissing her on the lips, earning a moan from her.

Deciding then now wasn’t the time to ask how his day went or for a love confession.

(Name) wanted this man and only this man inside her.

Soon, the bed thumped against the wall as one moan after another left (Name) who had her wish.

Kruger had her on all fours as he fucked her from behind, also having a grip on her hair. Tugging whenever he felt like it.

Kruger wasn’t in the best of moods when he walked in the room, that much was certain.

Kruger’s work as a spy was taking a toll on him and he didn’t how much more he could take.

However, (Name) to him was a great stress reliever and he wanted to keep this relationship.

That was what he wanted.

Although, Kruger told himself this would be the last night the two would share together.

If the marleyan government found out things would awry.

That, and he didn’t want to see anything happen to her.

With a slight tug on her hair Kruger moaned slightly when he felt (Name)’s pussy tightened on his cock that was deep inside of her.

“Right there!”

(Name) moaned loud as Kruger hit her g-spot with his cock, turning into a moaning mess. Kruger cussed as his pace quickened not able to hold back anymore.

The hand that was In (Name)’s hair moves to her ass and slaps it hard, earning a whimper from her.

“More! Please!”

Kruger heard her pleas while moaning and whimpering for another slap, Kruger knew she liked it even if she denied it later.

Kruger slapped her ass again the same process repeating even though Kruger couldnt see her eyes rolling from the pleasure he could feel her pussy tighten around and taking all of his cock making him moan himself and start to really hit (Name)’s g spot.

Between her saying Kruger’s name and her pussy feeling amazing Kruger was nearing. Soon he had her in a reverse lotus position kissing her neck from behind as his cock hit more nerves than before.

(Name)’s toes were curling as she had her arm behind her with her hand on Kruger’s neck, making him kiss her neck while whispering dirty things to her.

Kruger also massages her breasts with his fairly large hands, rough but warm. Kruger would squeeze them lightly, play with her nipples, and once or twice he would slap them earning short gasps when he did it.

“I waited all day to fuck you like this.”

Kruger whispered in her ear. His voice was husky and his breath tickled (Name)’s ear as she couldn’t do anything but eased close to him. Letting him pleasure her pussy with his cock how Kruger wanted, letting Kruger rubs her breasts how he wanted, and let Kruger dirty talk to her however he wanted.

Soon, the two had their orgasm both moaning and rising out the pleasure from their climax as Kruger’s cum filled (Name)’s wet pussy. Both panting from the sex and laying down to catch their breath.

Slicking back his hair Kruger felt much better than when he walked in the room. Kruger nearly jumped when he felt (Name) cuddle up to him with a hand on his chest and her head on his shoulder.

“That was amazing. As always.”

Kruger only nodded his head in agreement not saying anything, earning a little pout from (Name).

“You’ll stay here tonight won’t you?”

“I might. I’m pretty tired.”

Kruger started to rub her back making her smile.

“It would make me happy.”

Happy.

Kruger sighed as his plans for leaving that night disappeared, he really did like being with her.

“Did something happen with you today?”

(Name) hears Kruger ask her as she smiles while nodding her head.

“I received a promotion at work.”

“Really? That’s great. I’m proud of you.”

That night the two talked and kissed each other, enjoying the afterglow.

Kruger did sleep with her that night, however when morning came Kruger was putting on his clothes when he heard (Name) snore a smile graced Kruger’s lips as he walked over to (Name), leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. Then without saying a word or making a sound Kruger left.

After that night (Name) didn’t hear anything from Kruger, making her feel as though someone had crushed her heart.

(Name) didn’t even get to confess her feelings yet. Brushing it off as Kruger would contact her soon she didn’t think anything of it.

Until days passed.

Weeks passed.

Months passed.

No word from him.

A few years had passed since that day, Kruger was by the banks of the river having a cigarette. Often wondering how (Name) was after that day he left.

Kruger couldn’t see her.

No matter how much he wanted to see her. Kruger had to stop taking that chance of getting caught and dangering (Name)’s life.

Kruger loved her and he knew it was best to cut all ties to her, so the marleyan government wouldn’t find out.

“My ball!”

Kruger looked to his left to see a young boy with brown hair. The boy looked no older than six years old as his ball had just splashed in the river floating down.

Wiping his tears he became sad that he lost his favorite ball.

“Is this yours?”

The little boy looks up to see a tall man in a marleyan officer uniform handing him his ball. Granted the ball was wet and now the officer’s boots were wet.

“Yes it is! Thank you!”

Kruger handed him the ball as he smiled when the boy smiled as he grabbed his play ball.

“You’re welcome. What is your name?”

“Archie (Last Name).”

Kruger eyes widened in sheer surprise. The closer he looked at the boy the more he looked liked himself.

“Your mother..is her name (Name) (Last Name)?”

“Yes. That’s my mommy.”

The boy smiles as he remembers his mother who was waiting for him at home.

When the boy returned home he had a smile on his face with his ball in his hand.

“Mommy! Guess what!”

(Name) was making soup when her little one came home in a great mood, smiling she turns to see her boy taking off his shoes at the door.

“What is it sweetie?”

“...Oh. Never mind. It’s a secret.” Archie puts his index finger on his lips and walks to his room, leaving his mother confused.

A secret?

(Name) asked him “what was so secret?”but the boy didn’t say anything. Instead he would meet with Kruger once a day.

The two talked about various stuff from blimps to Archie’s mother.

Kruger even helped the boy with his homework. All without his mother knowing.

When the boy turned nine years of age the spot where he would usually see the man who got his ball wasn’t there nor did he show up.

A week had passed and the same event occurred each time.

Eventually, the boy stopped going and moved on.

Not knowing why the man suddenly disappeared on him just like the man did with mother..All to protect him.

All to protect them.

✨Rukia-Writes✨