#stop talking like you’re demanding me something lmao

[arlertwhore]

pairing: paige bueckers x fem! reader

warning(s): nsfw/18+, fighting (verbal/physical), toxic relationship stuff, fingering, thigh riding, pussy eating, squirting,

synopsis: the bitchy, possessive, and temperamental gf who paige thinks she can handle proves her right!

word count: 2.4k

Author Note: got my first lil hate comment the other day 😜 i feel like an actual writer now lmao! here goes draft #6, comin’ in lit 🔥

Fuck knows what you're complaining about this time. She's straight from practice — from a rigorous, exhausting, and intense practice, frustrated with her own performance, only to find you waiting at the door, already irritated about something entirely. Perhaps it was how she didn’t answer you at all today—or how you saw her looking too close for comfort to another 'fan' as she claimed, though you never trusted it—or maybe she even fucking sighed at you the wrong way upon entering through the door because the littlest of things ticked you off—you—her bitchy, demanding, and infuriatingly sexy girlfriend, whom Paige has to constantly remind herself she willingly got involved with, knowing full well she was signing up for the being the figurative property of the brattiest, bossiest, most high-maintenance girl on campus.

"Are you even listening to me?!" you fume as Paige storms past you, stripping a trail of her clothes all the way to the bathroom, letting her hair fall loose from its low bun as she saunters away from your chaos, massaging her temples.

"Seriously, Y/N, now's not the time, I gotta-" - "I don't give a fuck!" you explode, chasing after her and grabbing her arm to spin her back around. "I don't care about your shitty day or your shitty excuses. Why the fuck didn't you text me back, hm?" Paige sighs, avoiding your eyes with an air of exasperation, her gaze shifting to the ceiling in an attempt to not roll them. At her silence, you feel your anger boil over, frustration evident in the clenched fist at your sides and the tense set of your jaw. "You're the fucking worst, Paige!" you snap, "You think just because I'm understanding that means you can take pictures with all these other bitches, post all on your Instagram, but then NOT text me back!"

Paige knew she was the man, the kind of person who could handle any challenge, which is why she thought dating someone like you—a real piece of work—would be a good match. She believed you could keep her on her toes, pushing her to become mentally stronger, more confident, and dominant—qualities she hoped would shine on the court, but on days like this, when you demanded drama and chaos, she wondered if she was truly cut out for it. Her honest, no-bullshitting, no-pretense attitude of: My girlfriend is so sexy opinion? Nah. And she promptly proved that stance when she spat out, “Alright, I’m sorry, baby… Is that what you want me to say? That I’m sorry I have things to do and you act like a bitch about it?” her voice venomous and defensive, stunning you. “Man, get the fuck out of my way right now. I don’t feel like fighting with you, for real,” she demanded, trying to brush past you. You couldn’t believe she actually spoke to you like that—she was usually so considerate of your feelings. In a fit of rage, you squared up to her and pushed her back by her shoulders with a strength you didn’t know you had over the 6ft wall of strength she was. Growling, you commanded, “You’re gonna stand here until WE’RE done talking!”

Paige stands with her hands on her hips, clenching at her sides with such restraint that her basketball shorts ride up, revealing her boxers underneath. She warns, "Stop playin' with me, yo. Step aside." and as she advances again, trying to get to the bathroom door behind you, you block her path, arms crossed and eyes flashing. Sneering, you challenge defiantly, "No. What are you gonna do if I don’t step aside, P? Hm? You gonna hit me?"

She takes a deep breath, drops her head, and shakes it exasperatedly before a light chuckle escapes her, broad shoulders bouncing. “Whatever, ma,” she mutters, turning around and picking up the clothes she’d left scattered on the floor. “I’m gonna go shower at Mikayla’s — forget this.”

You don’t have enough time to be angry about her saying she’s visiting Mikayla’s house—the slut you’d warned her to stay away from. Instead, you sprint to the front door, grab her keys off the rack, and hide them behind your back. Coldly, you say, “You’re mine, Paige. Turn around and get your ass in bed, NOW! You ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

Paige knows you and your past well enough to recognize that you aren’t joking about this possessiveness. However, she’s far from intimidated at the moment. Instead of backing down or appeasing you like she usually does for her princess, she glares at you with a fiery defiance. Her voice is firm as she refutes, “Give me my keys, Y/N.”

You gaze at her, a smirk forming on your face as you watch her façade of nonchalance crumble. Her face turns a subtle red, veins bulging in her hands as she holds them open, waiting for the keys, her lips curled inward and cheeks hollowed. She stands there expectantly, like a statue, until you bristle as she seizes your wrist, slamming it against the door while reaching for the keys with her other hand. Instinctively, you counter with your free hand, pushing her away. She’s lost her calm and collected demeanor. It’s scarier how she doesn’t run but still chases you with the relentlessness of a predator. Her eyes blaze with determination as she follows your running with a steady, purposeful stride. You taunt, “Come and get it, doggy! Yeah, you little bitch!” luring her toward the bathroom, the only room in the house with a lock, and Paige knows exactly what you’re up doing. Just before you can slam the door in her face, Paige lunges for it and forces it open, stepping inside and backing you against the door. This time, she tries a different approach to get the keys—she clasps your waist, holding you in place with her knees pressed against your smaller legs, effectively immobilizing you. As she tussles with you for the keys, you keep a tight grip on them. The struggle is fierce, and you're both panting in each other’s faces, exchanging only ragged breaths. You finally manage to break free from the bathroom and run for the bedroom with Paige hot on your heels. As you glance over your shoulder to see where she’s at, you realize too late that she’s no longer focused on reclaiming her keys. With a swift tackle, she takes you down onto the bed, pinning you there and forcing you into submission. The keys fall out of your hand, but Paige remains on top of you, her anger unrepairable as she growls, “Wanna bitch at me like that when I’m tired?” Her big hands begin to untie your nightrobe. “Wanna piss me off when I’m trying to be nice about things?”

She moves with an almost animalistic quality, yanking you down the bed by your legs and sending your clothes flying off with the force of her pull, baring your body to her hungry blue eyes. She hisses against your neck, “Little bitch?” and you nod rebelliously, “Yeah..fuck,” you heave, “look at you, so pissed, hm?” Her words are unbearably sexy when she vows, “I’ll show you a little bitch.” Mere moments later, she’s seated on the edge of the bed, with you draped over her lap like a ragdoll. You’re writhing, still trying to resist, biting and clawing at her thighs, but Paige’s grip is unyielding. Under her strength, you’re completely powerless.

Her hands spread your ass open, giving her a clear view of your dripping pussy. She chuckles cockily, the smirk evident in her voice even though you're not looking at her when she drawls, “This is why you’re really bitchin’ out, huh, ma?”

You whine at her words, stuttering and squirming, “Let me go, Paige, f-fuck!”

She tuts dismissively. “Aw, but that’s not what you really want, baby... you just need this pussy fucked, don’t you? To get fucked back to your senses—make you my good girl again, my princess...” she purrs, her fingers sliding through your slick and teasing your asshole. Then you hear the dirtiest, most sinful suck of fingers in her mouth you’ve ever heard.

Hips arched high with her strong arm restraining you from running, pressed firmly into your lower back, punching pressure deep within and outside of you, all aligning on the inside, she works her fingers into your soaking wet cunt with precision. She curls and bruises against your walls, relentlessly hitting that spot that makes you squirm like a torture puppet and cry out, "Ah!" for your dear life.

Her smarmy, taunting response? “I know, baby, I know, fuck… too tight for it, I know,” she bellows, feeding off your whimpers and whines with a sadistic delight. That smirk on her face—the one you wish you hadn't turned back to see—tells you she's savoring this victory a little too much and has no intention of letting you go anytime soon, even if you've clearly accepted that you're the little bitch. “Please,” you plead, sinking your nails into her thigh, but it doesn’t seem to perturb her in the slightest—if anything, it only eggs her on, makes her devilishly speed up. “It won’t happen again—I-I won’t act like a bitch anymore, daddy, I’m sorry,” you submit, hoping for some mercy, but she’s unforgiving. She chuckles darkly, yanking you up by your hair so you’re forced to look her in the eye, even if hers aren’t fully focused on yours, watching how your tits bounce as she fucks you senseless. “One more time,” she stares at them, biting her bottom lip with a smirk before she refocuses and demands it sternly. Without hesitation, you repeat it louder before she even finishes her command: “I won’t act like a bitch anymore, daddy, I’m sorry!” She smirks, her grip tightening. "I know you won't. Not after I'm done with you." She releases your head, and you fall forward hard, your back arching under what feels like tons of weight as she drives into you overwhelmingly, making you cry out in shock. "Shit!" you gasp, involuntarily pushing back against her long fingers to soften the blow and the jam, so forcefully that your ass claps with each thrust as she fucks into you.

“Say my name, baby, who’s fucking you,” Paige demands. You groan, clenching around her thick, long fingers and spilling spurts of slick arousal as you pant, “You, Daddy!” Paige tilts her head, unsatisfied. “Nah.” Her hand, once forcing down your back, quickly wraps around your throat, clasping firmly as she whispers, “Tell me, Ma.” With the blonde holding you tightly, despite your attempts to escape, with no leverage, she easily grips you by the throat like a puppet, forcing you back onto her fingers with insane speed and force. She thrusts into you even faster, your clit now grinding against her thigh. You hike a leg up in a desperate attempt to run or crawl away, but she's got you firmly in place.

“Paige! Paige, Paige, Paige, you’re fucking me!” you cry out.

“And you like it, baby? Like how my fingers feel fucking that tight pussy?” she taunts, flexing her leg muscles and increasing the friction.

“Aww shit,” you moan strainedly, feeling the familiar coil in your stomach emerge. Your body still tries to crawl away, but your brain forces you to stay put, losing all the air inside you.

“Stop fucking running, ma, take it,” she commands. “Take it, baby, just cum for me, kay? Cum for me, give me your cum.”

You listen to the sound of your cunt, feel it pulsing and clenching around her fingers before you give up and stop fighting and allow all the pleasure crash over you, your body convulsing as your orgasm hits. You gasp and cry out, surrendering to the intense sensation as your cunt tightens rhythmically around her fingers, your clit throbbing against her thigh. She fucks you through your orgasm, continuing even after that, giving you no recovery time, no chance to catch your breath before she has you on your back, legs still spread and a wet mess beneath you. Leaning in, she murmurs, “Be good for me, be still, kay? Let me clean you up—jus' lemme taste you, baby.”

Your hand comes up to cover your face, crying out as you feel her tongue glide through your folds. Gripping onto her hair tightly, you sob—a genuine cry from the overstimulation. Through your tears, you manage to gasp, “Fuck, baby, it hurts so good, ugh!”

You shout and clamp your legs shut, burying her with a guttural scream once her fingers scissor your folds and hold them open, her tongue flicking exactly against your clit, making direct contact.

She pries your legs open inhumanly, like an uncaring monster, her voice resounding and vibrating in your cunt, "Hold your ankles in the air." a command.

You obey, and she’s even nice enough to help, her strong arms holding your legs apart as she laps and slurps up all your cum like she’s parched, her swallows audible and incredibly sexy.

You look down at her and watch her head shake around wildly, losing herself in the abyss, entranced. You try to push her away by bucking into her face, hands occupied, but you end up unintentionally pushing her closer instead. You whine out desperately, your toes, nipples, and cunt especially on fire. "Pl-PLEASE!" you gasp, "I c-can't, I’m gonna—" Her fingers replace her tongue on your clit, while her tongue dips inside you as she murmurs, "Mhm," You cover your face, and the last thing you hear before you pass out is the frantic noise of her tongue fighting to slip even deeper inside you. There’s the sound of a leak, then the subsequent opening of your eyes after what feels like days. You look down at your girlfriend to find her face glistening in a pool of arousal, juices smeared everywhere. Her first instinct? To lick around her mouth, trying to savor the taste as she smiles at you smugly, knowing she’s clearly gotten her point across to your fucked-out self.

Needless to say, Paige has proven herself to you as she knew she would always: she is NOT someone to be underestimated.

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AUTHOR NOTE #2: uhh so i reread this and i just wanna know if anybody else reading this who writes, is it crazy i reread my own work and blush at it like a viewer 😅 am i a freak guys 😅😅😅 do you do that too?? ANYWAY GUYS PLS INTERACT WITH ME ILY ALL MWAH!

[miaoua3]

hiiii! I love your fics can I request hannie headcanons ? sfw and nsfw?

tysm <33333

hii! thank you so much, im glad that you’re enjoying my stuff! and sure you can!

Jeonghan Boyfriend Headcanons:

•(sfw! hcs):

you definitely give him cuteness aggression all the time so he will just come up to you and squeeze your cheeks between his hands so your lips look as if you were a fish and kiss you aggressively while saying “you’re so cute ughhh can you stop being so cute somebody is bound to try to steal you away from me?” (drama queen)

loves to randomly give you head pats while you are talking, you could be standing in front of him and complaining about something and all he does is smile gently at you while smoothing down your hair with gentle hands

speaking of hair, loves to randomly pull your hairs into two pigtails with his hands and just…play with it? lmao just randomly going “tututu” while making the pigtails bounce up and down for no reason at all

loves to play stupid when you ask for a kiss, will just be like “hm? did you say something? i could’ve sworn i heard something but oh well-“, will continue to do this until you forcefully pull him down by his shirt and kiss him, will smile while kissing you (little shit)

is the baby in the relationship, wants you to talk to him in baby voice and cuddle him and hold him and scratch his head and kiss him all the time- if you thought that you were going to be the one to get the princess treatment you thought wrong (kinda, he still will treat you like that dw it’s just that he wants that treatment first before he gives it to you too)

randomly bites you all the time- you are in the kitchen and making yourself a coffee? there he is, bending down and biting your cheek, its saturday and you free day so you’re sleeping in for once in your life? yeah no, not when hannie decides its the perfect time to bite your shoulder and demand that you pay attention to him

if you couldn’t tell by the ton of incriminating video evidence, he loves to slap your ass all the time, god forbid you drop something and bend down to pick it up, he’s already all over your ass, squeezing it and making it jiggle (smh you wonder if you’re in a relationship with a 13 year old sometimes)

while he’s usually in the happy and cheerful mode almost all the time, when you come crying to him about something that happened he genuinely gets so angry, he’s ready to throw hands and kill however made you cry, will just grab his keys and angrily be like “where is he? im going to kill him.” you will have to hold him back and beg him to stay with you instead

•(nsfw! hcs):

another one that is more into hardcore stuff, is into power play, choking, slapping and spanking you, he just loves how desperate you look like while he’s fucking you, your hands wrapped around his wrists while he’s choking you, tears and spit spilling down your face

loves it when you ride him, will just sit back and smirk at you, if you get tired will just be like “what, baby is tired already? wants me to take over?” before he flips you over and fucks you hard and fast

is into light slapping, not too hard, he would never hurt your pretty face like that, just a light tap to your cheek when you are mentally gone while he’s fucking you stupid, just a little ‘hey pay attention to me’ kind of slap

can definitely see him be the type to wake you up with his tongue on your pussy, eating you out as if you were his breakfast, will just smirk when he sees that you woke up, say “well good morning angel” before he gets back down to business

he can’t explain why but he really likes it when you wear all white, he guesses it makes you look so innocent and angelic and he gets off on corrupting you and staining your innocence but that’s just a guess

another one that likes to tease you in public, will just come up behind you while you are grocery shopping and lighting press his front into you so you can feel his half hard on pressing in your ass, all while saying “what are you looking at? ah, the date of expiration? well obviously take the left one then”

LOVES having his hair pulled, will literally moan if you do it, just imagine- he’s laying between your legs, lapping on your pussy and drinking up all your juices when you start rapidly approaching your high, and then you pull on his hair and he’s moaning so loudly into your pussy that it’s enough to make you cum all over his pretty face❤️

another one that is into orgasm delay, loves it when he can feel you clenching around his dick, your pussy pulsating in need to reach the high, your nails biting into his arms, shoulders and back, and then he just pulls out and you let out a frustrated sob (that you will get spanked for) before doing it all again

[riordanness]

bad blood - [h.haddock]

8.2K wordcount

warnings: death mention, panic attack mentions

requested: no

a/n: i usually don’t do author’s notes on my fics bc i don’t think i have really anything to say lmao. however. i wanted to say a quick word about this one, as it’s a kind of old piece but one i was extremely proud of and worked really hard to complete. i loved the humorous parts i wrote, loved the character arc i gave y/n, and just in general really liked how my writing turned out. also, it’s the second longest one-shot (currently) i’ve ever written! anyways, enjoy my lovelies <3

I disliked Hiccup Haddock more than anything else in the entire world. I didn’t like him at all for a very long time, but… well, here is our story.

“Hey love.” A voice appeared next to my shoulder, and I rolled my eyes.

“Go away, Hiccup,” I demanded, refusing to look at him. I was carving a spear out of a wooden stick, so I kept my focus on my knife running back and forth along the wood.

Even without looking at him, I could tell he had a smirk on his face. “Oh love,” he whined. “I want to talk to you.”

He tugged on one of my small braids that ran down the sides of my hair. I whacked his hand away, still not looking at him. “I said go away,” I said again.

He laughed. “I know.”

“So leave me alone.”

A moment’s pause. “But why?”

“Because I hate you and don’t want you around, annoying me to death. I’m busy.”

“But you’re fun to annoy.”

I turned on him, fiercely glaring up at him. The worst thing about Hiccup was how tall he was compared to me. He wasn’t even that tall, I was just super short. Hiccup was a full head higher than me.

Hiccup had a smirk playing around his mouth. “Hey shortcake.”

I hit him. “Shut up, Hiccup.”

“Aww, c’mon sweetheart. I’m bored.”

“That’s nice.” I crossed my arms protectively. Not that Hiccup would ever actually hurt me. Honestly, if it came down to me being in danger, I was pretty sure he’d defend me. I’d known him longer than anybody else I knew.

I might hate him, but it was the truth. Hiccup was an asshole, but I knew deep down he didn’t absolutely hate me. I guess I didn’t hate him, either. He was just a total pain.

“Go ride Toothless or make a friend or do something. Just leave me alone. I don’t care to see you.”

Hiccup sighed, running a hand through his ruffled brown hair. His green eyes flickered with amusement. “Okay, love. I’ll see you later.”

“Don’t call me that.”

He winked. “Sorry love.”

I resisted the childish urge to stamp my foot. “Hiccup!”

He held up his hands. “Okay… okay.” I almost thought he might actually be genuine, until he smirked. “I’ll stop calling you love… darling.”

I knew there was no shutting him up. I turned on my heel without a word, and stamped angrily into my cabin, slamming the door behind me.

Three seconds passed, then there was a knock on the door. I opened it. “Hiccup, go away!”

Hiccup stood there, grinning mischievously. “Fine, fine. Bye, you.”

I rolled my eyes and shut the door. I’d only just turned around when another knock sounded. I gritted my teeth. “Stupid little —“

I opened the door again and stopped short. “Oh! Stoick. Um, hi.” I swallowed. “Sorry, I, uh, I thought you were Hiccup.”

Stoick looked amused. “That’s alright, y/n.”

“Um, would you like to come in?” I offered.

Stoick nodded, and stepped inside. I suddenly felt very conscious of how messy the place was. I didn’t spend much time here, preferring to roam outside or stay at Astrid, my best friend’s house.

“How are you faring up?” Stoick asked.

I shrugged. “I’m okay. Still getting used to the fact that they’re gone, but, you know. It’s okay. I’m okay.”

Stoick nodded. “If you ever need anything, feel free to let me or Hiccup know.”

I groaned internally. “Yeah, like I’d ever ask him for help,” I muttered.

I hadn’t intended for him to hear, but Stoick chuckled softly. “He doesn’t hate you, you know.”

“Sure,” I said. “Because he thinks I’m fun to annoy.”

“That’s not it.”

I waited, but he didn’t elaborate. “O…kay…” I said slowly. “Um. Great. Well, it’s getting late, so if you don’t mind, uh…”

“Oh! Sure, sure,” Stoick said. “Have a good night, y/n.”

A long time after he left, I stood in my empty, cold house, staring at the door, wishing for something to come and fill the hole that was forming inside of me.

“Y/n, did you hear?”

I turned to my best friend. “Um. No. What happened?”

Astrid brushed her hair out of her eyes. “Stoick just told Hiccup he’s going to become chief soon.”

“Cool.” I returned to making the leather straps I’d been softening for my future dragon’s saddle.

See, the thing is, I don’t have a dragon. I know, that’s so weird, everyone in Berk has one, but I’m, well… a dragon killed my parents a few years ago. I’ve never liked them anyways, but after that, I’ve struggled a lot with my feelings about dragons. I’m sure one day I will overcome this fear inside me and own a dragon, but right now? No way.

“That’s all?” Astrid looked offended. “Y/n, that’s so much cooler than cool.” She suddenly laughed. “You know what this means?”

I frowned a little. “No..?”

“Hiccup has to choose a bride.”

I blinked. “Really? Um, so?”

Astrid rolled her eyes, elbowing me as she sat beside me on the ground. “You know you’re in love with him, y/n/n.”

I pretended to gag. “Ugh, as if! Astrid, you know I hate him. I don’t care at all about him in any way, especially not in a romantic way. I don’t care a single little bit if he has to choose a bride.”

“Sure.” Astrid smirked. “You’re secretly hoping he’ll choose you, aren’t you?”

I shot her a glare that warned her to shut up. “He’ll choose you and you know it,” I said.

Astrid wrinkled her nose. “I doubt it,” she said. “Hiccup and I literally never talk. Besides, everybody knows that me and Stormfly are a forever couple.”

I shook my head at her, but I had to smile. “Well, he won’t choose me, and I don’t care about it anyway.”

Astrid looked like she wanted to argue, but she shut her mouth when she noticed someone walking over to us. When I saw who it was, I sighed.

“What do you want?” I demanded.

“Gee, you’re lovely today, darling,” Hiccup teased, plopping himself down next to us.

“Excuse me,” I pointed out. “We didn’t invite you to sit with us.”

Astrid glanced at me, a smirk playing around her mouth. Her eyes were twinkling. I glared at her. I hate you, I mouthed.

I swung one leg over the log so my back was to Hiccup. “So, Astrid,” I said, a little too loudly. “What do you want to do this afternoon?”

“I’m taking Stormfly out for a ride,” Astrid replied. “You’re welcome to join —“

“No,” I said instantly. “Uh, I mean. No thank you. I’m good.” My hands trembled ever so slightly. I coughed, swallowed, and picked up my leather strap, gripping it tightly to stop the shaking.

Hiccup poked his head over my shoulder. “You know—“

I elbowed him in the ribs so hard he tumbled off the log. “Whoa!” he yelped. “Jeez, y/n!”

“Sorry,” I apologised. “I- you startled me.”

Hiccup rolled his eyes. “No I didn’t. You just like hitting people.”

My mouth tightened. “No I don’t. And stop calling me a liar!”

“When did I call you a liar?” He got to his feet, one arm cradling his ribcage. “You’re violent for literally no reason.”

I glared at him. “You just said I was lying. And I didn’t even hit you that hard.”

Hiccup winced. “Uh- yeah you actually did. I think you broke a rib or something.”

I slammed my work to the ground, getting to my feet and facing the boy. “Stop avoiding the fact that you called me a liar! I never ever ever make up anything.”

My eyes glittered with unwanted tears. Involuntary memories sprang into my mind. My parents hugging me. My father’s voice in my hair, my younger voice begging them to promise to return soon. “Of course we will return, darling,” my father said. “We’ve never lied to you, have we now?”

I blinked, forcing the tears away. I hated crying in any situation, but I wouldn’t be able to stand crying in front of Hiccup. I’d never live it down.

“Whatever.” Hiccup glanced at me. His voice suddenly changed. “Want to see something amazing?”

“Yeah,” I grumbled. “The retreating back of your head would be great, thanks.”

Hiccup rolled his eyes. “I’m serious.”

“So am I!” I turned away from him, and only then did I realise Astrid was nowhere to be seen. She must’ve snuck away while Hiccup and I were arguing.

Hiccup’s hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. “C’mon,” he pleaded, and his voice sounded genuinely kind. “It’ll be fun.”

I rolled my eyes. “If I come with you, do you promise to leave me alone after?”

Hiccup nodded.

“Fine,” I muttered. “Where are we going?”

He grinned mischievously. “You’ll see.”

Hiccup turned, and I had no choice but to follow; partly because I was curious, and partly because I wanted him to leave me alone, and this was the only way to guarantee that.

We entered the woods that surrounded the village, and I began to get suspicious. “Hiccup?” I asked. “Where exactly are we going?”

He didn’t answer for almost a minute. “You’ll see.”

I rolled my eyes. “First, that’s not a proper answer. Two, don’t you think that you should tell me before you drag me off somewhere?”

He laughed. “C’mon. Don’t you ever do anything adventurous or risky?”

“Yes,” I answered. “I talk to you.”

“Hey!” He shot me a playful glare.

I managed a smirk. “No, but seriously. Where are you taking me?”

He glanced at me over his shoulder. “Okay. Just stay here a moment. I’ll be right back.”

I frowned, and opened my mouth to complain, but before I could say anything, Hiccup had disappeared into the trees. I had no choice but to wait where I was.

Only a few minutes later, I heard a rush of wind, and a midnight-black dragon landed in front of me. Hiccup sat astride Toothless, one hand in the air.

I yelped, taking a few quick steps backward. “I- shoot, Hiccup. Why are you…” My voice died as Toothless stared at me. A shiver ran down my spine, making me feel sick to my stomach.

“Y/n, it’s fine,” Hiccup assured. “He won’t hurt you. Will ya, bud?”

I shook my head, my throat tightening. “I- no. I can’t do this, Hiccup.” I took another step back, my entire body beginning to shake. This. This what had killed my parents. Dragons couldn’t be trusted. No matter how much Hiccup had tried to convince the village, I would never trust anyone, or anything, ever again.

Hiccup frowned. “Fine.” He leaned down and patted Toothless on the neck. “C’mon, bud. Let’s go.”

Without another word, Toothless spread his wings and they soared into the air.

I stood stock still for a whole minute before I realised I was holding my breath. I let it out all in a rush, and staggered a little. I reached out to hold onto a tree truck for support. My legs felt wobbly and unstable.

I decided it was best if I headed back for the village. I didn’t want to hang around in the woods today anymore. I had a sour taste in my mouth, and I needed some water.

I was twenty meters away from my cabin door when suddenly the ground beneath me was swept away. The village got smaller and smaller, and then I realised what was happening.

“Hiccup Haddock!” I shrieked. Toothless was holding onto my forearms, and I was suspended in the air.

“Yes, m’lady?”

“I am going to kill you!” I yelled up at him, panic temporarily pushing aside my utter agony at being defenceless against a dragon.

“Toothless, put her down,” Hiccup commanded.

Toothless flew around a huge pine tree that was significantly taller than most of the forest, and promptly dropped me onto its highest branches.

I clung to the tree truck, shaking. Tears clogged up my throat, and my legs were so trembly I thought I was going to fall and die.

“Y/n.”

At the sound of Hiccup’s voice, I slowly turned to face him. He looked almost sorry, but I knew that was impossible. The little wretch was trying to make me terrified, for what reason I could only guess. This was his biggest prank yet.

“Hiccup,” I said, trying to keep my voice level (and failing), “you will get me down from here, now.” I gripped the tree tighter. “You will take me home this instant, and you will never ever talk to me again. Do you understand?”

He blinked. “But—“

“Do you understand?!” I yelled.

“Fine,” he sighed. “Here.” He held out his hand.

I stared at it for a second, then gingerly reached out and rested my fingertips on his palm. A tingle ran up the length of my arm. He gripped my wrist, and pulled me up onto the dragon behind him.

Every part of my body that was in contact with the dragon’s felt heated up, like I could burst into flames at any moment. My head pounded in sync with my heartbeat, and my palms were getting sweaty. I was, in short, absolutely terrified.

“… let her down slowly.”

I realised Hiccup was talking. “You got that, bud?”

Toothless made an exasperated grunt, sounding more like a sarcastic teenager than a dragon. That didn’t make me feel any better.

Toothless slowly spread his wings, and for a second, I almost relaxed. Maybe he would fly down gently like Hiccup had asked.

The next second, my illusion shattered. Toothless took off so fast I almost toppled off. I was forced to grab onto the nearest thing to stay onboard (on-dragon?). Unfortunately, that thing happened to be Hiccup.

Whatever. I’d rather not die today. I gripped his shoulders so tightly my knuckles turned white. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, as if not seeing would make it better for me.

The wind whipped in my ears, blowing my dark hair all around my face. I was so scared, so worried, so distraught I felt like crying. I couldn’t, though. I wasn’t dumb enough to cry in front of Hiccup. He would never let me hear the end of it.

Suddenly, I felt the dragon beneath me twisting sideways. We started spinning, twirling in tight circles. My grip tightened on Hiccup’s shoulders.

Someone was screaming, and I was like eighty-five percent sure it was me.

“Toothless!” Hiccup yelled. “Stop this right now! You’re scaring her!”

Toothless took that as a challenge, and dove toward the ocean a hundred feet below. He showed absolutely no signs of slowing or stopping in any way. I opened my eyes, wanting to at least be able to see something in case I died because of this.

“Thanks for nothing, you useless reptile,” Hiccup muttered. I slowly began to realise that maybe Hiccup wasn’t the one at fault here. Of course. It was the dragon’s fault. Dragons weren’t to be trusted, which was exactly what I’d been thinking this whole time.

Just as we were about to hit the water, Toothless opened up his wings. We shot upward, soaring towards the sugar-spun clouds above us.

We levelled out, and my muscles lost some of their tension. Toothless floated in the air, almost flying gently now. I remembered how to breathe, and let out a long, breathless sigh.

“Hiccup,” I managed, my voice hoarse. “I am going to murder you.”

I melted into him, partly in relief that I wasn’t dead, partly in exhausted terror. My arms went around his waist, my forehead falling to rest on his back. My eyes fluttered shut, and a lone tear streaked down my cheek.

Hiccup didn’t say anything for a long while, and so neither did I. Toothless flew long and slow and level, giving me the slightest chance of not murdering him, too.

I’m not sure how long we stayed like that. All I remember is Hiccup’s voice saying softly, “Sweet dreams, love,” before I fell into the welcome arms of sleep.

I woke slowly, curled in a ball inside a warm, soft bed that didn’t feel like mine. When I finally opened my eyes, I realised why it didn’t feel familiar. I wasn’t even in my house.

I sat up, looking around, trying to work out where I was. With a start, I couldn’t even think of a time I’d been inside any other houses in the village except for Astrid’s. I had no idea whose house this was.

“Morning, m’lady,” said a deep voice from the top of the stairs.

I groaned internally. “Oh, gosh, of course it’s you.” I found myself pulling my fingers through my hair, brushing it as nearly as I could, straightening my shirt, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

I dragged myself out of the bed. I was still dressed in the same clothes as yesterday, my usual top and skirt combo, with leggings underneath for warmth. My boots were lying on the floor, so I yanked them on.

I glanced up at Hiccup, who was hanging over the banisters, watching me. With a jolt, all the memories of yesterday flooded in.

Red-hot anger filled me. I clenched my fists. “Are you gonna come down here, or should I just murder you up there?”

Hiccup’s eyes widened. “I- what?”

“You heard me,” I muttered. My knife was missing from my belt, which was just great. I’d probably lost in on that horrific flight yesterday.

I stomped up the stairs, stopping on the one below the one Hiccup was standing on. He leaned against the banister, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Hey shortcake,” he whispered teasingly. “Sleep well?”

I gritted my teeth. “You are so beyond dead right now, Hiccup.”

He chuckled. “Hey. Blame Toothless, alright? There was nothing I could do!”

I wanted to roll my eyes. “Um, okay. And he’s your dragon.”

“That doesn’t mean I can control him!”

I didn’t answer, my gaze sliding away from Hiccup. I sighed, laid my palm on the cold wood banister. “I don’t ever want you to talk to me again, okay? I don’t want to see you; I don’t want to hear you. I don’t even want to know you exist.”

I felt a glistening tear streak its way down my cheek, dripping off the bottom of my chin. “Just—“ My voice broke. “Just leave me alone.”

I turned, and ran out of the house, leaving his door wide open. I headed for the only place I could think of; the woods.

I didn’t stop running until I was deep in the forest, surrounded by unfamiliar trees. I dropped to my knees in the dirt, buried my face in my hands and cried.

Hours later, I slowly rose to my feet. It was growing steadily dark, and the cold was seeping into my bone. I shivered, and wrapped my arms around myself as I walked around in a small circle.

I realised, horrified, that I was completely lost. I had no idea whatsoever where I was, which direction the village was, or what time of day it even was right now.

I eventually sat down on a rock, pulling my knees up to my chest. The darkness was growing. Soon, I didn’t think I would be able to see a thing. I began to get worried.

Who knew what things might be hiding in the shadows? My hand instinctively went to my belt, my my knife was gone. I cursed under my breath, and stood, pressing my back against a tree. I figured it would be safer than sitting on an exposed rock.

I shivered, wrapping my arms tighter around myself, my eyes turning towards the sky, hoping, for some insane reason, that someone might be out there looking for me.

Who was I kidding? Who was there that even cared about me that much? I didn’t have parents who were waiting back at home, wondering how late I was going to stay out. I didn’t have siblings who would notice my absence.

Astrid wouldn’t notice this late at night. I tended to wander during the day; she was used to that, but at night it wouldn’t even occur to her that I was anywhere but home.

Hiccup briefly crossed my mind, but I truly did not think he cared about me that much. I didn’t even want him to. I was still so mad at Hiccup, thinking about him made it hard to breathe. I hated him.

“I hate Hiccup Haddock,” I whispered under my breath, trying to make myself feel better. My breath made a wisp of steam in the cold air. I watched it as it floated into nothingness.

My vision suddenly blurred, but I couldn’t tell if it was because of exhaustion or tears. I slumped down to the ground, my legs giving way. I drew my knees close to my chest, hugging them to me. My chin rested on my knees, gazing out at the woods, though I could barely make out anything anymore. I couldn’t even see my own hand clearly, let alone anything else.

I’m not sure how long I sat there, but eventually, I slipped into a deep sleep, half-frozen, chilled to the bone, alone and crying in the darkness.

“Y/n! Y/n? Y/n/n?!”

My eyes fluttered open. I groaned in pain. I felt someone’s arms encircling me, carrying me, but I couldn’t make out anything. Everything was blurred, hazy. The person carrying me was talking, but it sounded far away and watery.

I slumped against the person’s shoulder, closing my eyes. I was tired: so, so tired. Everything ached; my head pounded and throbbed.

I don’t think I feel back asleep, but I wasn’t really aware of anything for a long while. Finally, the person slowed to a walk, and laid me down on a couch or a bed or something. A cup was held to my lips, and I gratefully accepted the water.

I blinked several times, and my eyes focused on a very familiar looking boy, who’s green eyes were staring down at me, full of concern.

“Hiccup?” I asked weakly. “What are you…?”

“I found you in the middle of the woods,” Hiccup replied, his eyes darkening slightly. “Are you okay? Do you need anything else? More water? Are-are you warm enough?”

I laid my head back, rubbing my thumb against my throbbing temple. I let out a long sigh, whether it was of annoyance or exhaustion or pain, I wasn’t sure.

“I hate you so much,” I muttered.

“Gee, thanks,” Hiccup answered. He held the back of his hand against my forehead, testing my temperature. “You don’t seem to be too sick. I think you’re going to be okay,” he said, almost to himself.

“I’m not sick at all,” I said firmly. “I don’t even know why you’re taking care of me. I don’t need you. You—“ My voice suddenly broke with emotion. “You did this to me.”

Hiccup’s eyes filled with sorrow. “Look, Y/n/n—“

“Don’t call me that,” I snapped.

He blinked. “Y/n. I-I am so sorry for what happened yesterday. I, well, I thought it might make it better if you saw that dragons aren’t always vicious. Um…” He glanced down, rubbing the back of his neck. “Toothless didn’t really get the memo.”

He looked at me. “I’m really sorry, Y/n. And I hope that maybe someday you can find it in you to forgive me.” He stood, brushed off his pants, and left, closing the door gently behind him.

I lay there for a while, staring up at the ceiling. I hadn’t noticed it at first, but Hiccup had brought me home. I was in my bed, in my house. I could hear small noises from downstairs, which meant that Hiccup was still here. I wasn’t sure what he was doing down there, but I didn’t really care.

What I cared about right now was what he’d said. And what it had made happen inside of me. Was I really as mad at him as I thought I was? After all, he’d gone out and found me, brought me home, taken care of me. Maybe he’d been trying to be nice, and it really was Toothless who had been doing all those things to me. (Which just proved all my theories that dragons weren’t to be trusted).

I thought again of Hiccup’s eyes staring down at me, his sad voice asking me for forgiveness. The worry in his expression when he asked if I was okay. I hated how much I’d liked that. I hadn’t ever been in love, or even had a crush on anyone. I wasn’t sure if this even was a crush, but if it was, I didn’t like it.

I didn’t like the swirling in my stomach when I heard Hiccup’s voice. I hated how much I suddenly wanted him near me. I disliked how I kind of trusted him. I didn’t want to be in love. I didn’t want to have somebody I believed in again.

Last time I’d loved someone, trusted someone, all they’d done was break my heart and leave me forever. My parents. I wondered if part of my hatred inside was because I’d never truly forgiven them for leaving. For dying and not coming back for me like they’d sworn they would. I blinked back tears, brushing my cheeks with the back of my hand.

I swung my legs out of the bed, standing. I swayed a bit at first, but I forced myself to be steady. I yanked on my boots and slowly pushed open my bedroom door. I stepped out onto the landing, peeping over the edge of the banisters.

Hiccup was down in the kitchen. I was shocked at how much cleaner everything looked. I barely ever tidied up. Not that things got particularly dirty, as I spent little time here, but dust had certainly stocked up over the years. Hiccup had scrubbed away the five years of dirt from my home, and it was sparkling.

Something smelled good, too. It hit me like a brick wall that the fire was going, and Hiccup was cooking something over it. It looked like soup or something similar. I hadn’t had a home cooked meal for ages. I hated cooking, so I just lived on things I grew in the garden, or tidbits from friends.

I shifted slightly, and a floorboard underneath me creaked. Hiccup glanced up, and when he saw me, a slight smile flickered across his face. “Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” I said back, not sure what else to say. I mean, I’d just yelled at him, and made it pretty clear I didn’t ever want to talk to him again. What do you say to someone who’s just cleaned your entire house and taken care of you after you told them that? “What are you making?”

Hiccup glanced down at the pot he was stirring, then back up at me. “Chicken and potato soup. Want some?”

I hesitated, but nodded, with a small shrug. “Why not.” I slowly walked down the stairs, my eyes on Hiccup the whole time. I couldn’t seem to tear my eyes away from him.

He noticed me staring and smiled nervously. “What? Am I in trouble?”

I found myself slowly shaking my head. “No, I don’t think so.” I allowed myself a small, watery smile. “At least not yet.”

Hiccup grinned. “Good. Now sit down and eat.”

I obeyed, setting myself down at the old dining table. I wiped my palm on the wood, expecting it to be coated it dirt, but it shone with new cleanliness. My eyes suddenly filled with tears.

“Hiccup…” was all I could manage.

Immediately, Hiccup knelt in front of me. “What’s wrong?” he asked, almost urgently, staring up into my eyes. “Are you alright?”

I swallowed. “You-you cleaned the house… you’re cooking… I- you…” I let out a broken sob.

For so long, so one had cared. Astrid cared the most, but she was busy with Stormfly and her new baby brother and life in general. She’d offered a few times to have me stay with her and her family, but I’d known that would be far too hard for them. I’d always politely told her I was just fine on my own, thank you. But I wasn’t. I knew that. I needed someone to care so badly that now that someone did, someone cared, it almost hurt.

“Hey, hey,” Hiccup said softly, grabbing me by the shoulders. I realised I was shaking.

“It’s alright,” he assured me. “Come here.” He brought me into a hug, which at first both startled and scared me, but then I melted into it. The hug felt unfamiliar, different, awkward. But nice, somehow.

But this was Hiccup. I untangled myself from him. “Uh,” I stammered, tucking my hair behind my ear, eyes flitting away. “Thanks.”

Hiccup shrugged. “It’s fine.” He stood slowly. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

I nodded. “Yes. I mean, no. I-I guess? I’m not sure…” I stared up at him. “Hiccup, why are you doing this?”

His eyes narrowed slightly. “What do you mean?” He gestured around. “You needed help. You need help. I am the son of the chief; soon to be the chief myself. It’s my job to help the village.”

Something inside me wilted a little. So this was just part of the job to him? The rest of me internally yelled at that bit to shut up, and that we hated Hiccup, so it doesn’t matter what he does. But why did I hate Hiccup?

Thinking back on it now, I really didn’t think he had ever done anything truly bad towards me. Yeah, sure, he’d been a total tease, but I was a rude, bitter, secluded brat to be honest. I didn’t deserve any help from him.

I blinked back unwanted tears. “Um, well, I really appreciate it,” I said. “It was really nice of you to come looking for me.”

Hiccup studied my face for a moment, then pursed his lips and nodded once. “It’s okay, Y/n/n.”

Something inside me jolted. No one had called me that in years before today, when Hiccup had started to. It was the nickname my father had given me. Hearing Hiccup use it had just opened up a deep wound inside me I hadn’t even remembered.

“Please don’t call me that,” I whispered, staring at the floorboards. My feet hung limply in the air just above the floor.

Hiccup glanced over at me from where he was standing, stirring the soup. “Um, okay. Sorry, Y/n.” He stressed my name, saying it slightly slower than the rest of his words.

There was so much tension in the air, and I realised it was all my fault. I made the room awkward and made Hiccup have to watch everything he said. I was a terrible person.

I’d even told Hiccup never to talk to me again, right after I’d woken up in his house. It hit me that he must’ve taken me there after the awful flight on Toothless. Then, I’d screamed in his face that I hated him, and gotten myself lost in the woods because I was selfish and prideful and full of hate.

Even then, Hiccup had gone out and found me. Who knew how long that had taken him? He’d brought me back here, cleaned my house, made me food, and for what? For me to be snappy, harsh, and rude.

I ran my tongue over my lower lip, staring resolutely at the floor. “Hiccup?” I managed finally.

“Yeah?”

“Why are you doing this?” I looked at him, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees. “Be honest.”

Hiccup hesitated, stirring the wooden spoon listlessly around the soup. “What do you mean?” he said finally.

I sighed, sitting up straight and brushing off my skirts. “You know… helping me.” I have a little laugh. “Heavens knows you don’t need to. So why are you really doing all this?”

Hiccup chewed his lip. “Because I’m going to be the Chief of Berk pretty soon. I need to be able to protect my people.” His gaze fixed on mine. “Even when they don’t like me, or want me to.”

Under his fierce eyes, my insides crinkled. I felt exposed, as if I was being examined under a bright light. I dropped my gaze.

“I’m sorry…” I managed, the words sounding funny in my mouth. I hadn’t apologised to Hiccup, for anything, ever.

“It’s okay.” His voice sounded surprisingly even, like he wasn’t even bothered about all this. So it was just me feeling all these things, was it? He was truly just doing this out of a sense of duty. And honestly, why shouldn’t he? I’d already told myself I was a rude little brat, to be totally honest. I didn’t deserve to have people look after me, at all.

I didn’t meet Hiccup’s eyes. “Um, that’s cool. But thank you, really.”

Hiccup nodded, and handed me a steaming mug of hot soup. “Eat up,” he said. “I’ll leave you the rest… have a good night, Y/n.”

And with that, he disappeared. The house felt suddenly very small and lonely, and I shrunk into myself, staring into the fire, sipping tiny bits of soup until I was all warmed up inside.

I gazed around the cabin. It looked so different, all shining and clean. It made me feel like maybe I might be able to move on; get over them leaving me. I shook my head. That would never happen. I didn’t think I was capable of letting it go, of moving forward with my life. I was seventeen years old, and I still held a grudge against my parents for ‘abandoning’ me when I was twelve.

Thoughts whirled through my brain, at an almost dizzying rate. I left my mug on the table, and went to stand by the open window, facing out into the main road of Berk.

A few children were playing in it, kicking a round wooden ball to each other. I watched them for a minute or two, before an absurd idea struck me. I pushed open the front door. “Hey!” I yelled.

The kids turned to look at me, momentarily forgetting their game. “Can I join you guys?” I asked, feeling brave.

The oldest girl looked confused for a moment, then after a brief pause, gave me a smile and a nod. “Sure!” she called.

I grinned, and shut my door behind me, jogging over to them. Playing ball was something I hadn’t done in years, but it felt good to just relax for a while. Plus, it was amazing to see others doing an activity that didn’t revolve around dragons, so I could join in.

Dragons. I shuddered a little, remembering the awful ride on Toothless, and making my feelings around Hiccup even more complicated.

After a good long play, I collapsed to the ground in a heap, blowing up my breath. “Gosh,” I managed. “I can see why kids like playing ball. It’s fun.” I offered the girl who’d let me come play with them a small smile.

“You’re Y/n, aren’t you?” the girl asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.

I hesitated. How did they know who I was? I never really talked to anyone except Astrid, Hiccup and a few other people. Certainly not the children.

“Yeah, I am,” I said slowly. “How do you know my name?”

The little girl allowed herself a smug smile. “Hiccup told us about you.” Turning, she threw the ball to one of her friends.

I was dumbfounded. “Hiccup?”

The girl nodded. “Yeah. He told us you guys used to be friends but now you’re mean to him and won’t let him be nice to you anymore. He said he misses being your friend.”

I wrinkled my nose, staring at her. “Hiccup said he misses me?” I scoffed finally. “There’s no way. You must have heard him wrong. Hiccup hurt me incredibly badly when we were six years old, and ever since then he’s teased and bothered me almost to death. I will never be his friend again.”

I stood, suddenly angry all over again. Angry about how hurt I was, how much I hated Hiccup and my parents for hurting me. I clenched my teeth. “Thank you for letting me join you. Bye.”

I turned and began the walk uphill to Astrid’s house. Right now, I really needed to see my best friend.

When Astrid opened the door, she immediately noticed something was wrong. She frowned. “Are you alright?”

I shook my head. “Everything is so hopeless, A.”

Astrid made a sympathetic face and pulled me into a tight embrace. “It’s okay,” she whispered into my shoulder. “Come on, come inside. It’s freezing.”

Maybe it was. I felt so numb I didn’t think I would’ve noticed even if it was cold enough to give me frostbite. I felt like my insides were frozen, unable to feel anything at all.

Astrid pulled me inside, sitting me down on a chair beside the roaring fire. She knelt down in front of me. “What happened?” she asked, staring into my face.

I shook my head, looking away from her. “I… I don’t even know…” I began to cry, dropping my head in my hands.

Astrid pursed her lips, hugging me again. “Is it your parents? Hiccup? Tell me.”

I took a deep breath, and slowly began to tell her the entire story, beginning yesterday, when Hiccup took me into the woods and the whole, horrible ride on Toothless began. I kept my eyes steadily fixed on the fire as I spoke, quietly recounting the flight, the fight, being lost in the woods and then Hiccup rescuing me and cleaning my house. I even told her about the awkward hug.

The only thing I couldn’t manage to admit to Astrid was how I felt about Hiccup. I couldn’t decide if I hated his guts, or if I wanted nothing more than to be in his arms again.

When I was finished, Astrid let out a long sigh. “I’m sorry, babe,” she said. “But if you ask me… Hiccup wasn’t at fault for what Toothless was doing during that flight. I think he might be telling you the truth; that he just wanted you to see that dragons aren’t dangerous.”

I nodded slowly. I was beginning to believe that. Of course, that just made me hate dragons even more, but there was no point saying that aloud. Astrid knew I hated dragons even more than I hated Hiccup. I would never, ever trust a dragon.

Astrid studied me. “Do you want to know what else I think?”

I glanced at her. “By the look on your face, no. But I guess you’re going to tell me anyway, so… sure.”

Astrid suppressed a smile. “You know me too well,” she said. “But, what I think is, you don’t hate Hiccup at all. You’re just angry. At your parents mostly. But Hiccup hurt you too, years ago. You’re alone now, so you’re taking out your anger on the only person you have any sort of justification to do so to.”

I was silent. Sadly, her words rang hard and true. I could finally see that, yes, my hatred of Hiccup was really just anger at myself, and my parents. It had honestly nothing to do with Hiccup himself. He’d just been unfortunate enough to annoy me all those years ago, so now I’d decided to hate him because of it.

I shook my head in disbelief. “I’ve been so stupid,” I muttered.

“Not stupid,” Astrid said. “Kinda crazy, maybe, but not stupid.”

I looked at her. “I think… I think I should go and apologize to someone.”

She smiled. “Go.”

I jumped to my feet and ran, leaving her front door swinging open in the wind.

I didn’t stop running until I reached Hiccup’s house. I burst inside without thinking about knocking, but stopped short on the threshold.

“Stoick!” I gaped, trying to find the right words. “I, I am so sorry—“

“Y/n,” Stoick replied, getting to his feet. “What brings you here in such a hurry?” His eyes narrowed. “Are you alright?”

I nodded breathlessly. “What? Yes. Yes, I’m fine, thanks, I just —“

“Were you looking for Hiccup?”

I pursed my lips. “I might’ve been.”

Stoick chuckled. “You’ve got spirit, lass. I like that about you.”

I blinked. “Um, thank you?”

“He’s at the beach.”

I smiled. “Thank you, Chief.”

The path that ran towards the beach was thin and steep, covered in loose rocks that skidded under my shoes. More than once I almost fell off the cliff side.

When I reached the beach, I was surprised at how small it seemed. Then again, I hadn’t been here since I was little. I guess my memories of it had faded. With a start, I realised that the last time I had been here was probably with Hiccup himself, back when we were small and best friends.

I spotted Hiccup’s figure walking through the surf a few hundred meters away. I started toward him, slowly in case I scared him with a sudden approach.

The beach itself was small and rocky, round black stones instead of proper sand. The waves here were little and inconsistent, barely making a splash. Sometimes in the summer, we would have a day or two of good weather, and the waves would be bigger, but that was a pretty rare occurrence.

I reached Hiccup, who was now standing with his hands buried in his pockets, his eyes fixed on the horizon.

“What do you see?” I whispered.

“Freedom,” he replied softly, turning to look at me. “When I’m riding Toothless, nothing is impossible. Me, a human, can fly on the back of a dragon. There is something magical about that, Y/n.”

I chewed my lip, considering his words. I guess there was something amazing about that fact, but still… dragons.

“Um,” I said. “I came here to apologise.”

Hiccup’s green eyes turned a darker shade. “For what?”

I dug the side of my shoe in the sand, my eyes sliding away from his. “For… everything.”

He waited, his eyes roaming my face.

I swallowed. “For not being your friend when I should have been. For hating you and your love for dragons. For being a terrible person. For hitting you and hating you and making your life miserable.” During this little speech, my voice had gotten higher and louder. Now it broke, and I felt tears brimming to my eyes. “I’m so sorry, Hiccup,” I cried.

Hiccup didn’t say anything. He stared at me for a count of five, while tears began to stream down my cheeks. What was wrong with me this week? For years, I’d barely cried at all, hiding my emotions inside. Now I was crying, again.

Hiccup did something I didn’t expect. He grabbed my face between his hands. They were tougher than I would’ve thought, calloused and hard from working with metals and wood and materials. He stared into my eyes for long enough for my tears to stop flowing. “Y/n,” he said. “It’s okay. You were forgiven years ago.”

He pulled me into a tight embrace. A week ago, I would’ve fought and hit and yelled at him, but now? I melted into Hiccup’s body, burying my face in his chest and wrapping my arms tightly around him, letting my tears flow freely.

For the first time since my parents died, I felt at peace.

For the next three weeks, I tried my hardest to start a routine. To start cleaning my house, cooking meals every day, and (the hardest part of all), going out and talking to someone each and every morning.

Sometimes I just talked to Astrid, when it got bad and I truly couldn’t get enough emotion energy to talk to anyone else. But sometimes I managed. I talked to the kids playing in the streets, to the other girls I never really talked to before, to the guys helping out in the dragon-saddle-making workshop.

But mostly, I talked to Hiccup. I talked to him as if we’d never stopped being friends, as if we were six years old again. It honestly surprised me how easy it was to get along with him now that I didn’t have an eternal grudge against him. Hiccup was still the same person he’d always been. It was me who had changed.

I made an effort to even start working. I’d never done anything like it before, really, but it was honestly alright. I had a few shifts at the dragon workshop a week, and it was kind of fun after a while. Yeah, sure, I still got terrified when someone actually brought their dragon to the shop, but for the most part it was good.

Hiccup worked there sometimes as well, and so did Stoick. Astrid didn’t, because she was a dragon trainer and didn’t really have the time. I would’ve liked it if we were able to work together, but there was no way I would be able to train dragons. At all.

But, you know, life was pretty alright. I still had scars, deep and hidden and probably incurable, but I also had friends. And hope. And maybe, just maybe, a future.

I woke up screaming. My bedsheets were clutched tight in my fists, a tangled mess around my legs. Hot tears were still rolling down my cheeks, and my chest heaved, as if I’d just run the length of the island in my sleep.

I tried to swallow, tried to even out my breathing. My mouth was so dry I could barely swallow properly. I reached for the glass of water that I always had beside my bed, and gulped it down.

I could still evision the awful images from my dreams. Hiccup, Astrid, my parents, all trapped in a circle of flaming dragons. They were screaming for me, calling my name. I couldn’t move, my legs seemingly stuck to the ground. I could do nothing but watch as the dragons slowly spread over the bodies of my loved ones, devouring them. I sank to my knees, screaming in agony.

I shivered, climbing out from under the sheets. I needed to get out of this empty house. I didn’t care if it was the middle of the night, I had to see someone.

I hurried down the stairs, bursting out into the night. Stars glittered in the sky, the night quiet and bright. The cold wind hit me like a wall, and I shuddered. I hadn’t thought of grabbing my jacket.

My feet moved faster than my mind, taking me somewhere that I didn’t even know I wanted to be. I slipped inside Hiccup’s house, tiptoeing to where I knew his room was.

Outside his door, I finally realised what I was doing. Sneaking into Hiccup’s room in the dead of night? What was I thinking? Was I crazy?

Maybe I am, I thought, slowly pushing open Hiccup’s door. I stood still on his doorway for a moment, before quietly slipping over to the side of his bed.

“Hiccup?” I breathed, almost soundlessly.

“Y/n?” Hiccup was instantly awake, sitting up in his bed. “What are you…? Why are you here? Are you okay?” His voice was hoarse from sleep, and he squinted at me.

I hesitated. What was I supposed to say? Oh, I just had a dream about you dying and it terrified me so I’m here to make sure you’re still alive? Of course I wasn’t going to say that.

“I had a nightmare.” I bit my lip, shifting from foot to foot. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea.

Hiccup’s dark eyes gazed into mine. He leaned back slightly, so he could see me more clearly. “Why did you come to me?” he asked quietly, his voice ragged and raspy.

I dropped my gaze. “You were the only one I thought of coming to,” I whispered. “I knew you wouldn’t mind.”

“Of course I wouldn’t mind,” Hiccup said. “Do… do you want to stay here? Or do you want me to walk you back to your house?”

I hesitated. “Could I please just stay here, with you?” I met his eyes for a brief second.

He smiled. “Anything for you.” He said it so flippantly, I might’ve missed it any other time. But my brains snagged on the words, turning them over and over in my mind. Anything for you…

“Thank you, Hiccup,” I whispered. We were both silent for a while. “Can I… can I stay with you until morning?” I asked.

Hiccup stared at me, then nodded. I slowly crawled onto his bed, leaning against the bed-head. Hiccup glanced at me, then lay back down on his pillow. After a moment, I snuggled down next to him, hyper aware of every part of my body under the sheets.

We were nose to nose. I could feel his hot breath on my face. His green eyes glittered in the darkness.

“Goodnight y/n,” he whispered groggily. “I hope you don’t have any more nightmares.” With that, he closed his eyes, and I heard no more from him.

[serqphites]

VICTORIA NEUMAN X ASSISTANT!READER

format: blurb

warnings: nsfw content at the end

word count: 700+

not proofread! y/n used!

- the second you came in for your interview she pretty much decided she was hiring you LMAO

- now i’m not saying she only hired you because of her crush, because your resume genuinely caught her eye, but i’m also not saying it had nothing to do with it 🤷‍♀️

- she definitely asks you to do things she could easily do just as an excuse to see you

- “y/n! can you come here please?”

- “can you pick up this pen i dropped please? i’ve got suchhh a bad back” she’s so dramatic i love her

- you honestly think she’s just being a bitch and she’s messing with you

- that is until one day she comes to you in the morning, saying today she only has one task for you

- “will you eat lunch with me?” and she has the dorkiest smile of all time on her face

- lunch together becomes a regular thing, going from talking about your favourite tv shows to her telling you about her daughter zoe

- she’s so sad when you eventually tell her you thought she was just like every person you’ve ever worked for, just messing with you for the fun of it

- “no no never! i could never do that, especially not to you” OOOOOO it’s blush city for you both

- things are going great! you love your job. that is until something changes, and victoria randomly stops asking you to do things for her

- i mean you’re her assistant, shouldn’t you be getting her coffee? shouldn’t you be organising her files? shouldn’t you be having lunch with her and not hughie?

- to say this has you down is an understatement, you can’t seem to understand why she has randomly shut you out

- it’s not like she’s not speaking to you, she’s still asking you to do things but they’re all tasks that require you to be away from her. you haven’t even been in her office for nearly two weeks now

- after your hurt builds and builds, you can’t hold it in anymore. you storm into her office demanding to know why she’s avoiding you

- she plays it dumb at first but she knows what she’s been doing so she fesses up

- “fuck… i’m sorry, so sorry. it’s not you i promise, it’s me. i- i like you, okay? like a lot and i know it sounds stupid and i know it’s sooo inappropriate because you’re my assist-“ SILENCED BY A KISS WOOOO

- you’re discrete about it at first, sneaking around and making out in the bathroom stalls like you’re high schoolers

- her bringing you lunch everyday<3

- she so leaves post-it notes on her desk with cute lil messages whenever she has to leave for meetings because it’s where she tells you to just relax

- you don’t bother asking why you’re not allowed to meetings that involve voughts CEO, it’s probably just a confidentiality thing right?

- a bit random but whenever you’re standing talking to somebody i feel like she’d just squeeze your butt?

- canon she’s a butt squeezer

- you don’t fight much but oh boy is your schedule full when you do

- she gives you the stupidest tasks she can think of LMAO

- “can you walk someone’s dog please?” “someone’s dog?” “yeah, just go around asking who has a dog that needs walking” “are you being serious, vic?” “yes i most definitely am, it would help me soooo much you have no idea!”

- I LOVE HER SO MUCHHH

- dating your boss can be annoying at times, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world <3

NSFW TIMEEEE

- officesex!officesex!officesex!

- this honestly deserves its own blurb if i'm being honest

- i feel like she's already dominant in bed anyways but because she’s your boss it’s elevated TO THE MAX.

- “i have one really special task for you today, so listen closely”

- you can barely stay stood up with how weak your knees go (real)

- “i need you to be a good girl for me, how does that sound? you think you can do that for me?” in her husky voice im DECEASED

- one time she cleared her desk by pushing everything on the floor, she immediately regretted it when she realised she had broken almost everything

- “i always see people do it in movies and this doesn’t happen” she’s so upset while she’s picking up a broken picture of you both on the beach

- she’s so silly

- she definitely buys you lingerie to wear underneath your work clothes 🤭

- the amount of flirty texts she sends you during the day just to watch you blush uncontrollably is concerning (when is it my turn)

a/n: requests are always open, hope you enjoyed :)

[thegettingbyp2]

masters of the air major buck cleven dom (not mean but y’know demanding in like a really sexy way) and then austin butler is a teacher (professor) for younger reader and also Austin butler gets young girlfriend pregnant and like is not nice and doesn’t take responsibility but there’s fluff and like a ton of angst.

i hope my ideas aren’t too weird lmao. I totally understand if you’re not interested in writing these ideas, but i though i would just send these in. Thanks for reading it though and i wish you a good February ❤️❤️

A/N: And this is the last request from this ask :) I might have made the ending a little fluffier that I thought but I felt like I had to make up for writing Austin as not very nice!!

Not My Responsibility

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You felt your blood run cold when you saw the results of your pregnancy test. Sure, you were happy in your relationship with Austin and you felt that you were both in a very secure place, but you knew that neither of you were ready for a baby yet. Not only was Austin in the middle of filming Elvis, the biggest film of his career so far, but you were also only in your early twenties.

The sound of the door closing made you jump out of your skin and you were quick to wrap the test in a couple of tissues and throw it in the bin before leaving the bathroom to go and greet your boyfriend. Austin was still by the door when you saw him, toeing his shoes off and putting his jacket on the coat hook. As soon as he looked up and saw you, a bright smile lit up his face and he quickly made his way over to you, picking you up and burying his face in your neck.

‘Man, I missed you today,’ he mumbled into your skin, holding you as tightly as he possibly could.

‘I missed you too, how was filming?’ you replied, running your fingers through his hair.

‘What’s wrong?’ Austin asked, pulling back to look at you with a small frown on his face. You hadn’t realised how stiff your body was when he hugged you and you cursed yourself when you realised that he must have picked up on it.

‘Nothing,’ you said, forcing a smile onto your face. A smile that Austin could tell was fake as he led you over to the sofa, sitting down next to you and wrapping both of his hands around one of yours.

‘Baby, talk to me,’ he said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your hand. ‘You know you can tell me anything and we’ll get through it.’

You took a deep breath before looking at Austin. Looking into the eyes that reassured you that everything was going to be okay. Putting your other hand on top of his, you moved a little closer to him on the sofa before speaking. ‘I know that we both said we weren’t ready and it’s not something that we want at the moment, but for the past couple of weeks I’ve had this niggling thought in the back of my head, so I took a test and…I’m pregnant, Austin.’

The room went silent and you saw Austin sitting frozen on the sofa, his eyes on you but you knew that he wasn’t seeing you in that moment. ‘You have to get rid of it,’ he said bluntly, shocking you.

‘What?’ you asked, confused after expecting a different reaction from him.

‘I mean, how did it happen? We’ve been careful every time because this isn’t what we wanted and - ’

‘You know it doesn’t always work, Austin. What’s wrong with you? I know that this isn’t what we planned with your work and I’m definitely not ready for it, but it could work out really great!’ Austin quickly stood and began pacing up and down the living area.

‘(Y/N), we can’t have a baby, it’s not the right time. I can’t have a baby right now,’ he said, raising his voice slightly.

‘Can’t? Or won’t?’ you asked, dreading the answer.

Austin stopped pacing and turned to look at you and you felt tears gather in your eyes when you saw the lack of emotion in his. ‘Won’t,’ he replied simply. ‘If you have that baby, I don’t want anything to do with it, it won’t be my responsibility.’ That was the last thing you heard him say before he walked out of the room and the front door slammed closed.

---

It had been a couple of hours since Austin had stormed out and he still hadn’t come back home. As soon as the door closed, tears began streaming from your eyes and at first, you ran into your shared bedroom and curled up underneath the covers. However, being surrounded by the smell of Austin had you crying even harder, which is how you ended up sitting in the empty bathtub with your knees pressed to your chest.

You didn’t hear the front door when Austin came back home so you couldn’t help the small yelp that left your lips when Austin lightly knocked on the door before stepping into the room. ‘How did you know I was in here?’ you asked, your voice lifeless as you refused to look at him.

‘I didn’t. I came home and the whole house was empty so I looked in every room until I found you,’ he replied, moving to sit on the floor next to the bath, on the opposite side to you so he was facing you. ‘So, process of elimination, you know?’ he tried to joke, getting no reaction from you.

‘I’m surprised that you came back,’ you said, tonelessly, ‘I thought you said that you weren’t going to stick around for the baby.’

Austin sighed, looking down at his hands and shaking his head slightly before looking back at you. ‘I was stupid. I panicked. We’d said for so long that we weren’t going to think about having a baby yet that when you said you were pregnant, my head short-circuited and the only thing that I could think about was the fact that I wasn’t ready to have a baby.’

‘I’m not ready either! You think I planned to have a baby when I’m 23? Of course I didn’t, but I thought it was going to be okay because I’d have you with me and then it wouldn’t be so scary.’ You hadn’t realised that you’d been crying as you spoke until you felt Austin reach over and brush the tears away with his thumb.

You watched as Austin stood up and moved until he was standing next to you and you craned your head to look at him. Austin was hit by a wave of guilt when he saw how sad and small you looked, curled up in the bath and he knew he was going to spend the rest of his life making sure he was never the cause of your sadness again. ‘Move forward,’ he said softly.

‘Excuse me?’

‘Shift forward,’ he repeated and you moved to sit closer to the middle of the tub. Austin stepped into the bath behind you and lowered himself down until he was sitting, pulling you back against him so you were leaning against his chest. He brought his foot up and flicked the tap on and you automatically tried to get up, only to be held down by him.

‘Austin, we’re still in our clothes,’ you protested, trying not to laugh when you felt his lips lightly brush against your neck, tickling your skin.

‘So?’ he murmured against your skin. ‘You’re freezing and I don’t want to let go of you just yet. So, we’re going to sit here, and warm up in a bath and then, once we’re all warmed up and in some dry clothes, we’re going to sit and talk about which room we’re going to change into a nursery.’

You quickly turned around as best as you could in Austin’s arms to look at him. ‘You’re not going anywhere? You’re not going to leave.’

‘No,’ he said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. ‘I’m not going anywhere.’

[wlw-imagines]

Space Oddity - Clarke Griffin/Reader (The 100)

prompt: "can i have a clarke griffin imagine where the reader dies in the culling up in space in seasn 1 and clarke finds out? thx!!!" - anon 

a/n: these are from my old tumblr thefandomwritings from back in 2018 ! re-vamped and re-purposed!! hope u enjoy and forgive the 2018 me style writing + the drama lmao  

Her Dad's Floating

"Clarke." You opened your arms just in time for her to collapse in them, sobs shaking her whole body.

"He's gone. My dad's gone and I just watched. I didn't do a single thing."

"You couldn't do anything."

"It's all my fault." She stared off into space for a few moments before you managed to ground her again, bringing her back to reality.

"None of this is your fault." You looked her in the eye, holding her chin in your hand. You gently brought her lips to yours, placing a soft kiss on them. She didn't react at first so you pulled away, not wanting to force feelings onto her. Before you could properly pull away, you felt her hand grip the back of your neck, pulling you back into her.

You could taste her salty tears on her lips and you wish you could have done something, anything, to prevent this. You pulled apart at the sound of heavy footsteps approaching the two of you. Guards were instantly filling the room causing you to protectively wrap your arms around Clarke, glaring at anyone that made a move towards you.

"I should go." Clarke sniffed and you frowned. "All my drawings are in my box, look after them for me. I wouldn't want anyone else to have them. They're all for you, I've been saving them to give to you."

"No, Clarke, don't. I'll protect you. I'll always protect you. You know that, right?"

"Of course I do but some battle can't be won Y/N." She shook her head when you went to protest, "I'll see you soon."

You nodded in understanding, letting Clarke do what was best, "I love you. See you soon, Space Oddity."

The Radio

"Clarke. Someone's on the radio for you." Raven smirked as she swung down from the drop ship.

"If it's my mother then tell her I don't want to talk right now." Clarke seethed, picking at the fraying cloth of her shirt.

"Nope, the request was from a little someone called Y/N. She asked for her, and I quote, 'Space Oddity'." Just the thought of talking to Y/N made Clarke's insides go fuzzy, her heart skipping a few beats as she ran towards the radio.

"Move, let me talk." She demanded. Everyone simply did as they were told, not wanting to get in-between Clarke and Y/N's reunion. "Y/N, baby? Can you hear me?"

"Clarke? Is that actually you? You sounds so much like... my god! You sound like my Clarke! I've missed you so much!" You laughed. Everyone witnessing the conversation couldn't stop a smile from spreading on his or her face at the sound of happiness - something everyone was gravely missing at the moment.

"Of course it's me, you idiot." She sniffed. "I've missed you. EVerything about you."

Your voice crackled due to the bad reception and there was a slight pause before the comment came through, "Yeah? Two seconds of talking and you're already insulting me, calling me an idiot, you little shit."

"Whatever." She laughed, "you will honestly love Earth when you come down here. The smells, the sights, the colours. I promise, you'll fall in love, Y/N." A grin covered your face at the thoughts of being on Earth with Clarke.

"I've already fallen in love, Clarke. I love you and you don't know how much I want to kiss you right now." You bit your lip and looked up at the ceiling, letting a deep sigh escape your lips. "It's been a while."

Tears began to sting Clarke's eyes, "I'll see you soon." She was interrupted by the noise of a heavy static ringing in her ears, the connection had been broken. "I love you." Clarke whispered into the now-useless radio. "I love you Y/N."

The Culling

"Abby!" You pushed through the volunteers lining up to take part in the culling, trying to get to the front of them.

"Y/N, I don't think you should be here to see this. Listen, go back to the hospital wing and we can talk there. Please." She cut you off, kissing your forehead. You smiled grimly and shook your head slightly, taking a shaky breath.

You shut your eyes and thought of Clarke, you were doing this for her and Abby. "Please, can you give this to Clarke?" You asked, sliding your ring off your finger and kissing it softly before holding it out for Abby to take.

"Look, I don't have the time right now. We can talk la-" She stopped herself when you slipped your shoes off, throwing them to the side of the hallway. You forced Abby's hands around your ring and stepped towards Jaha. "Y/N?" Her voice showed panic as she gripped onto your arm. "What do you think you are doing?"

"I'm doing what's right, Abby. Tell her I love her everyday." You swallowed the lump in your throat. "Clarke needs you more than she needs me. You need to get down to her, look after her." You tried to give her a reassuring smile. "And you need oxygen to do that. Listen, Clarke can find love again but she'll only ever have one mother."

"No, I can't let you do this. I am not letting you go in there." Abby shook her head, holding onto you even more firmly.

"I'm sorry but you don't have a choice, Abby." You shook your head, avoiding her glance as a tear rolled down her cheek. The two of you had grown a close bond, almost as if she were your own mother and so saying goodbye was hard. Especially since you weren't only saying goodbye to Abby but to Clarke as well.

You nodded your head at Kane who shook your hand. Abby shook her head again and stepped forward, "Y/N, you are not going into that room, I forbid it." She clenched her jaw, trying to act more brave than she felt.

"Yes, I am. I love you. Make sure Clarke knows I love her and stop her from doing anything too stupid." You smiled and took a few steps back. Kane wrapped his arms around Abby before she could follow and you watched as she struggled against him.

Jaha stepped forwards and shook your hand, "Thank you for doing this, Y/N. You will forever be remembered."

"Hell yeah, I will be." You mumbled, nodding at him before entering the room. You looked around at the citizens before you; most of whom were leaving so that loved ones could live. You spotted an empty corner and made your way towards it, pulling some items out of your pockets before you sat down and got comfortable.

I'll always protect you.

You laid Clarke's drawings in front of you, all the ones that you had collected over the years. Small doodles of you sleeping, sketches of your kisses, space and all it contained. Amongst the drawings were love letters, memories, jokes that were messily scrawled down, notes that were not so secretly passed in class. All tied up with a piece of string.

You will love Earth, I promise, you'll fall in love Y/N.

I've already fallen in love, Clarke.

Before you knew it your eyes were feeling heavy and you were losing your vision, you could no longer see the drawings in front of you. You took all the strength your body had left to clutch the pictures to your heart and send one last thought to Clarke, the girl you would do anything for.

Tell her I love her. —

"Where is she? Can anyone see Y/N Y/L/N? Please?" Abby rushed through, pushing past others as gently as she could. As soon as she saw you her heart seemed to stop beating, "Oh god, what have we done?"

She made her way through the dead until she got to you. Your eyes were still open, set on the package you had clutched in your hand. Abby choked back a sob and put her hand over her mouth before bending down and gently closing your eyes. She held your face in her hands and kissed your forehead, then your eyelids, your nose and your cheeks.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry that I let this happen." Her fingers fumbled as she took the bundle out of your hands. She couldn't bear to even glance at them so she immediately clasped her hands around it, silently swearing that they would soon be with Clarke.

Earth

"Mom?" Clarke whimpered as her eyes fluttered open. She was laying on a bed in the medical ward, weak and tired.

"Clarke, you need to rest." Abby stroked her daughter's cheek and tucked some hair behind her ear.

"I want to see Y/N. She came down here with you, right?" Clarke pushed herself up, or at least attempted to.

Octavia shuffled forwards from the shadows and put a hand on her friend's shoulder, "Clarke, you should listen to your mom."

"No, I need-" She protested, struggling to get out of everyone's sudden grip on her. She hesitated and relaxed momentarily, letting out a small defeated sigh. She looked into her mother's eyes, begging. "Mom, please. Just let me see her. I need her."

Living on Earth without you for the past few months had felt like hell and hearing your voice on the radio once or twice ages ago wasn't enough. She needed to feel you, smell you, touch you, love you, and kiss you. She had already been made to wait too long and now people were just wasting her time.

Clarke's heartbeat quickened when she saw the looks passed around the room. She stubbornly looked everyone dead in the eye yet they all would immediately avert their gaze. It was at that moment that something inside Clarke finally snapped.

"No. Look at me, Why aren't you looking at me? Bring Y/N to me. Now! Please." She cried out, verging on hysteria. Abby quickly ushered everyone out, her daughter needed time for grieving. "What the hell happened? What did you let her do?"

"She... She told me that she loves you Clarke." Abby crouched down, her throat already closing up. "She loved you so much. I swore to her that I would give you these." Abby gave the ring and the papers to her daughter who immediately burst into uncontrollable tears. "I'm so sorry, I tried."

"What happened? Please, mom, I need to know exactly. What the hell happened? Where is Y/N?"

"Y/N died, Clarke. She volunteered for the culling. I'm sorry." Abby could hardly put coherent sentences together. "She said she knows you can love again but-"

"No. No! I can't do this." Clarke shook her head. "I can't do this anymore. I'm too tired. Mom, help." Her voice shook and cracked, "I need Y/N, please."

"My baby, you've grown up too fast. I'm sorry, if there's anything I can do-"

"I need her. Bring her back to me mom." Clarke sobbed out, "I need Y/N."

[queenofallimagines]

oh good gods pls your luciferian hcs made me YELL they’re so good lmao i was side eyeing my altar and space for lucifer the WHOLE TIME

do you think you could do a part two? and if possible, nsfw? if not thats more than okay!! thank you and i hope you’re doing so good!!!

🕷️anon

Absolutely 🕷anon! AND LMAO YEAH I COULD FEEL HIM SIDE EYEING ME ACROSS THE ROOM AS I WROTE THESESGSHSJS asking the old man “why are you like this” whenever lucifer in game does something corny😭 ik he’s sick of me

Lucifer:

- Okay so since part 1 was when you arrived this will be more about day to day life in the next term

- Right off the bat I’m imagining minor petty spats that the other brothers are like…. Wtf is going on here

- Like y’all have been glaring across the table at one another for 30 mins and haven’t spoken a word

- WAY more picky w offerings lmao

- Is literally going to be super extra about it for no reason other than to bother you

- For example! When you give an offering to oshun( African orisha they’re like the HR in the heaven department just above the angel hierarchy) you have to eat a little first bc she was poisoned once so it’s like to show you’re in good faith

- Lucifer will ask you to do that w food you don’t like

- “Eat some”

- “I got this for you-“

- “And I want you to taste some😌”

- “….. do I really I have to???”

- “Are you telling me what to do w MY offering🤨”

- MAKE FUN OF HIM PLEASE ITS SO FUNNY!!

- A lot of people ( white peoples I fear😔) be talking about he only accepts blood offerings and you have to sell your soul or whatever and stuff but literally this man will be giddy over a red candle w gold glitter

- Write all your assignments in sparky pen so when he looks at them he can’t hold back a smile

- As a joke you leave crystals associated with him in his coat pockets but he will never take them out

- Congratulations you played ya self

- You doing the stuff you do for him out of habit will fluster him if you say it

- “Why are you waking up so early to get ready?”

- “Hm? For Lucifer”

- “No im not gunna drink this tea it’s an offering🙄”

- Please don’t tell his brothers he will lock himself in his office💀

- Whenever you google “what can I do for Lucifer” 9/10 the first thing will be taking care of yourself

- So when your self caring w asmo and you go “oh I do this bc Lucifer likes it”

- The house will expose in chaos

- Mammon demanding you tell him your card numbers “for him” LMAO

- They’re all super jealous

- Gotta tell em its nothing personal he’s just always been there for you

- Whew if he reached out to YOU?

- The silence in the house REAL LOUD😭

- Belphegor waking up and going “ik you fucking lying!!!”

- You’re all confused like???

- “…..you said Lucifer… reached out to YOU?”

- “??????yeah????”

- “As in… he ASKED you to work with him?”

- “Yeah, I couldn’t stop thinking about his name and he showed up on my door one day”

- Lmao belphie and mammon are the LOUDEST FR

- “YOU CHOSE A HUMAN?? MR I HATE HUMANS BECAUSE THEYRE WEAK??📸”

- OH SO THERES MORE THAN ONE FAKE BITCH IN THIS HOUSE HUH?”

- lmao he’s sitting there red faced clenching his fist like

- “Listen I can explain”

- He cannot explain😭

- Can’t even say he did it on a whim

- “He really picked me up like a wet cat lmao”

- “Mc I am literally begging you to shut the FUCK up”

- Oh maaaaan diavolo will get a Kick out of this!!

- Solomon is very salty

- “But I can’t get a pact😒😒”

- He’s literally going to double down and bother him more

- “Lucifer you never told me you were taking on disciples🥺”

- “I didn’t think it was that important lord diavolo simply to pass the time”

- Simeon is laughing but internally having the feels bc he’s like 🥹 “even after all this time you still choose to be a guardian angel”

- Will tell you embarrassing stories about him he is now super close to you

- “Lucifer being the lords favorite was also the best one at singing👀 he loved music”

- That’s tru btw lmao Lucifer was like one of the angels who liked singing the most thats what makes humans and angels so alike- love for music and dancing-

- Call him your morning star and he MELTS

- Back to why were really here😌

- Call him that during sex or when you first wake up and he’s on cloud nine

- FUCK HIM DURING GOLDEN HOUR🗣🗣

- He’s literally he rises in the morning for a reason!!

- He will deadass purpose bc imagine riding him as the sun stars peaking over the horizon

- He’s under you moaning looking up at you w the most glazed over love struck eyes

- The sun filtering through the window and hitting him juuuuuuuust right

- That it looks like he has a halo again

- Breathlessly calling your name as you grind down on him

- He barely manages to get out that he’s close before you caress some of his hair out of his face

- “Cum for me then my Morningstar”

- Time freezes for like 16 seconds and his eyes are getting teary

- He hugs you close as he starts rutting his hips into you harder

- Will cum and keep going until he’s about to pass out

- Holding you like a lifeline

- When you can finally breathe and think straight he pulls you in for a kiss

- Literally stealing your breath away

- Will say I love you in the most honest voice ever while smiling at you with teary eyes

- probably won’t stop touching you all day might as well just spend it in bed

-is embarrassed by body worship calling it now

- be HE can do that but if YOU sink to your knees behind his desk and hold eye contact he’s getting nervous

-“just showing my devout gratitude💕”

- embarrassed how fast he finishes

- if you keep doing to overstimulate him he’s putty in your hands

- this man is very soft he will crack at the slightest sign of domestic romance

- bring him coffee when he wakes up?

- he’s already selected a wedding venue

- I always thought it would be cute if he gave you his ring

- HILARIOUS IF HE DOSENT TELL YOU LMAO

- You swing by the celestial realm and it’s crickets and you’re like ??? Fuck is y’all starring at??🤨

- Simeon hums and says that nobody expected lucifer to get married much less to a human. How he was never one to put anything above his responsibilities

- Excuse me?

- “You’re wearing the right of light,yes? He doesn’t just give that to anyone dear. You two are bonded for life now🥰”

- “HELLO????”

[dochkarauta]

jealousy jealousy

— my first little work in another language (i try :,) )

ships: carlando; loscar

tags: little drama, jealousy, happy end

read:

"i have new gossip)"

LN

"Oscar said they would break up with Logan because Logan is jealous of me lmao)"

LN

"god, you’re so lucky that you got me, Carlos."

LN

"you're great at eliminating the hardships of choice in my life, darling"

LN

"does Oscar give rise to jealousy?"

CS

"and I hope we're not talking about that McLaren video right now?"

CS

"exactly))) think about it: what kind of insecure idiot to be jealous of such a thing?"

LN

"although... yes, maybe Sargent has something to worry about)"

LN

"and what should he be worried about?"

CS

"you know, Oscar and I spend time together… all the time."

LN

"sometimes it seems to me that even more than them"

LN

"do Logan and Oscar live together, they’re not?"

CS

"outside of race weekends"

CS

"what makes you think that? I've never heard of it. Isn't Logan living in America now?"

LN

"he and Oscar have been living in the UK for the second year. before that, both lived somewhere else, maybe in America."

CS

"i’m afraid to ask, and how did you know that?"

LN

"I talked to Oscar recently in the paddock. and I read a couple of clippings from his interview."

CS

"and you spend so much time with him that you don't even know if he lives with Logan?"

CS

"it's strange that Oscar told you about their breakup, but didn't tell you about living together."

CS

"he said. in other words"

LN

"and I see his emotions, his irritation during the conversation. so something is definitely wrong."

LN

"well…"

CS

"and what did Oscar actually say?"

CS

"I'm telling you, Logan didn't like his answer to the question about the best teammate. Well, obviously, Oscar would have called me, why this stupid american drama?"

LN

"he would have named you because there are cameramen and people from McLaren sitting next to you, cabrón, make no mistake"

CS

"it doesn't affect the fact that I'm a cool friend and teammate in any way"

LN

"you should watch a few interviews with your teammate. he never calls you a friend when he talks with people unrelated to McLaren. I saw a clip from the show where Oscar lists close friends in the paddock, and there are at least two people in front of you, buddy."

CS

"you're kind of tense."

LN

"you're being disgusting, Lando."

CS

"you are deliberately provoking Oscar, thereby trying to hurt Logan and somehow interfere in their relationship. and this is not the first time. So with Alex and Russell, isn't that right?"

CS

"who am I provoking, darling? I don't care any of the listed ones at all. and Oscar could easily name his greatest american boy if he wanted to. I just asked a question that will be interesting to the audience. It's a damn show, who's offended by the show?"

LN

"we've known each other for so many years, and you've just started to get stressed out by my behavior. before that, what? oh, right, you could easily get distracted by a pretty face and close your eyes to everything"

LN

"but now there's a other pretty face, isn't there?"

LN

"what are you talking about?"

CS

"don't turn this on me, Lando. you literally feel proud and enjoy when you find out from somewhere or you can figure out that everything is bad between these two. Is that what friends do?"

CS

"you're also trying to get me emotional with your stories about how often you and Oscar are together. do you lack attention so much that you are ready to forcibly demand it from others and extract it from me in such a barbaric way?"

CS

"of course, as always, I am the most terrible. bravo, Carlos, what else could a loving and caring guy say"

LN

"I told you the truth. I want you to stop acting like a total bitch and leave them."

CS

"one more word in that tone, and you don't have to write to me anymore, okay?"

LN

"since I'm acting like a total bitch, you can go to anyone you don't think is like that. to Oscar, Logan, or at least to your perfect Leclerc, dude. idfc”

LN

"what does Charles have to do with it?"

CS

"I don't even know. google it, man»

LN

"maybe I really miss your attention so much, since I'm looking for it in others? It's worth thinking about, Carlos. I hope you will have time for this while you spend days and nights with your wonderful teammate."

LN

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought I was dating an adult who can: a) to distinguish between working and personal relationships; b) to entertain himself while I am doing work and all this nonsense with contracts. It turned out I was wrong."

CS

"then you definitely need someone like Oscar. to sit in different rooms, remember each other once a day and admire another person. and what am I, I'm just a kid who wants attention from his boyfriend. of course, it's just terrible, Carlos!"

LN

"why are you so aggressive about our friendship with Charles? are you really that jealous? how can you, it's just a show, Lando))”

CS

"fuck you"

LN

"you say that adults should not demand attention by "barbaric" ways. but can adults afford deprive their partner so easily? You've been ignoring my messages for days. Didn't you have a single second in three days to say, "I'm fine, baby, don't worry," like it used to be? You don't notice me in the paddock anymore. damn, it really seems to me that you communicate with the same Oscar more often than with me. am I no longer worthy of this attention? Do I need to curry favor and beg?"

LN

"although it's unlikely to help. you never forget to tell me about Charles. you have fucking time to discuss your "divorce" with the whole press, Carlos. and how much time do you spend with him? you are together in the paddock, at shows, in clubs after the race. oh yes, Logan can sleep well, Oscar and I will never get to that level!"

LN

"I literally can't be with someone for as long like I would to be with you. God, I think about how cool it was with you at every show. it will never compare to Piastri. I was happy then because I didn't have to draw out praise, compliments, or any other attention. like now"

LN

"and I've already developed a real paranoia. when I received a message from you, I began to be afraid to enter our fucking chat. because I constantly think that I will see from you "we need to break up" or "I'm better off with Charles." fuck, I'm already dreaming about this story. and you would have known if you had picked up the phone when I called you. but you were at the club, judging by the stories of Charles' friends."

LN

"sometimes I'm so afraid of your betrayal that I'm ready to leave you, because it wouldn't hurt so much."

LN

"Lando, this is such a stupid thing."

CS

"I've never thought in my life that I want to cheat on you or break up"

CS

"including when we started communicating with Charles"

CS

"if that doesn't calm you down, then I'll remind you that he has a relationship. he hardly needs me."

CS

"I had no idea he was dating anyone, mate."

LN

"come on, Lando. you spend so much time with Max, didn't he tell you?"

CS

«…»

LN

"and that's not the main thing you should have heard."

CS

"I said I don't want to break up with you, baby."

CS

"that week, my phone fell out from the second floor and died. I asked Oscar to give you this, by the way, since you had a meeting in the near future. so all the questions are for him."

CS

"and I'm not ignoring you in the paddock. We're just talking as a group. I'm talking to everyone."

CS

"baby, are you here?"

CS

"yes."

LN

"what are you thinking about?"

CS

"about you calling me a bitch"

LN

"it's not the first time."

CS

"this is the first time you've said it seriously and aggressively, not as a flirtation or a joke."

LN

"I'm sorry about that."

CS

"I was wrong, Lando. I love you. It won't happen again, baby"

CS

"I'm sorry for being so persistent. and with Oscar, this situation... you're right, sometimes I'm terrible because I feel lonely. but I love you too."

LN

"I'm sorry that lately I haven't been able to spend as much time together as we both would like. but that doesn't mean I've forgotten about you or stopped loving you. I just want to wait for the summer break and take you to Spain, to my parents."

CS

"I know. I want it too"

LN

"and one more thing... I also think about you during the ferrari show. In your case, I really wanted to finish all this as soon as possible so that I could take you to a hotel room... but let's leave that out."

CS

"why don't you come now? I don't think anyone from the team will mind one former pilot in their lair."

LN

"will you give me 20 minutes?"

CS

"I'll give you more if you don't stay late."

LN

"el pequeño diablo"

CS

[pompomegranate]

bite me

⇢ miguel o'hara x f!reader

⇢ warnings | 18+. very explicit smut. i will block you if your age isn’t anywhere on your blog.  slight blood drinking/blood kink, injury, and again, smut. more extensive n/s/f/w tags on ao3.

⇢ a/n | ok look i know gwen called miguel a vampire as a joke but what if. WHAT IF. miguel is a vampire here but i don’t waste time talking about logistics, this is all about the biting lmao also the title is absolutely ripped from enhypen’s new ep

⇢ ao3

Miguel never loses control unless you plead for it.

His hands gripping your hips, he splays his fingers as wide as he can – digging the pads of them into your flesh – because he can never get enough of you.

You can’t stop the moan that spills from your mouth but he happily swallows your whines with parted lips while he finally touches you where you need him to.

Where he lacks experience he makes up for with zeal – the same determination behind the mask – and it’s all for you.

It’s not as if Miguel wasn’t pursued (he was, heavily and annoyingly so); he just didn’t care to let anyone catch him until you came along.

Confident strokes of the rough pads of his fingers draw another whimper out of you. He smiles against your lips and laughs, low and deep.

“Please – Miguel, please –” You know you look pathetic begging for his touch, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

Lust takes precedent over embarrassment and Miguel is acutely aware of this. He pulls back, eyes flashing a bright crimson – his smile morphs into a smirk as his fingers still work your clit slowly, gently.

“Impatient. I’ll get you there.”

There’s a finality inside of his promise and it makes you ache for more of him. You grind against his hand, desperate for a steadier rhythm –

“Ah, ah – let me savor this.”

“I need you now,” you breathe, greedy and wanting. Your palm cups his cock, hard and pulsing beneath your hand.

Miguel lets out a deliciously gravelly sigh of his own, lids fluttering shut as you rub him through the fabric of his pants. When you stop, his gaze flickers across your face – he’s considering his options.

He could tease you, could draw this out until you’re a writhing mess beneath him. Or he could fuck you now, fast, heated, hasty.

In a perfect world, he could exercise restraint every time and devote hours to worshiping every inch of you.

Instead, he caves, folding to your collective desire.

He tears his shirt off from between his shoulder blades, thoughtlessly throwing it aside before flicking the clasp of your bra, slipping the straps off of you with more care than he afforded himself.

You take in the sight. Thick dark hair lines his pecs, trailing down through the ridge of his abs, convening in a dense patch of hair beneath his belly button that disappears into the waistband of his bottoms.

He brushes his lips the dip where your shoulder and neck meet, peppering kisses up your throat towards your jaw.

God, you’re already a shaky mess and he’s barely touched you. The anticipation is always your least favorite part – you want him – no, you need him now.

He kisses you again, sloppy and open mouthed, easing you backwards towards the bed.

Your knees hit the mattress and you fall back, face to face with his waist. The outline of his cock is visible, straining against the cloth.

He watches you, brows lifted ever so slightly, a silent question in his expression.

What will you do next? Suck his cock or demand that he fuck you – now?

You tug his shorts down and take his tip in your mouth, a clear answer.

There’s something so invigorating about the ability to make a stoic man whimper.

Miguel’s are your favorite – they start out gruff and low, the bass of his voice ricocheting against the walls, like they’re too big to contain him, but they evolve into desperate sounds that egg you on, inflate your ego.

His shaft, wide and velvety smooth, slides in and out of your mouth – his hand snakes to the back of your head, cupping it with a featherlight touch.

You nod up at him, cheeks hollowed around his cock, fluttering your eyelashes to feign coyness as if to teasingly say, Fuck my throat, Miguel. You know you want to.

His pupils are blown, tinged with red, teeth sinking deep into his bottom lip as he bucks into your throat. Strokes long and precise, fingers tangled into your hair, Miguel O’Hara fucks your mouth relentlessly.

You can’t tear your eyes away from the sight – Miguel panting, gasping, groaning, lips forming praises followed by your name. You can barely bring yourself to blink – you don’t want to miss any of this.

Spit bubbles and drips down your chin onto your chest, gasping breaths around his length but you’re more than happy to oblige because you know it’s just a matter of minutes before you’re spread open for him and he’s fucking your cunt just like this.

His chest heaves, muscles rippling down his front as he pants expletives – he’s close, and you can feel him pulsing against your lips.

When you pull away for the last time, you trace your tongue along his prominent underside vein, eyes fully trained on him. 

He’s out of words when you do that, resorting to growls as he eases you down onto the bed. Tugging your underwear off, he flings them across the room unceremoniously, the wet fabric disappearing into the shadows.

You’re laid bare on the bed, spread open, mouth curled around pleas. 

“Bite me.”

His sharp canines glint in the faint moonlight, extending fully on command.

“You’re insatiable,” Miguel says with a grin, before flipping into the perfect position to drive the both of you wild.

He’s sat on the edge of the bed, you on his lap, arms wrapped around your back – you’re completely at his mercy.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, his breath shaky as he snakes a hand between your bodies, teasing your cunt with his tip. Sliding it through your folds, bottom to top, lingering right on your bud of nerves – 

Your legs squeeze around him, trembling as you do so. All you want is him. His cock, his mouth, his fingers, any part of him that’s fucked you thoroughly before – any way he’ll have you, you don’t care.

“I can’t wait, Miguel, please, now –” you beg.

He sinks into you, stretching you out deliciously slow, half-lidded gaze focused on your reaction.

Your head lolls to the side as you relax into it, lids fluttering shut until he sucks his teeth at you.

“Don’t look away, my love,” he instructs you, firm but tender. “I want to see you – I want to hear you.”

He inches deeper, deeper, until he bottoms out, your flesh meeting his.

And then you move.

He’s so strong that you’re weightless in his arms, being trained up and down on his cock like a whimpering fleshlight. One arm around your waist to keep the pace, he uses the other to touch you.

Teases your nipples between pinched fingers, palms your tits roughly, before finally settling on thumbing your clit. You don’t know what to focus on more – the sensation of him inside of you, building up the pace to a steady rhythm that’s driving you wild – or the feeling of his calloused digit, messily rubbing and flicking, his attention spread thin (not on his hands, or his cock, but on your expression).

You instead focus on his broken sentences, a mix of curses and praises. They sound all the same to you.

“Shit, you feel so – good – so fucking – tight –”

If that weren’t enough, he finally looks away from you, finding yet another patch of your body to worship.

His fangs, razor-sharp, drag across the skin of your shoulder. They press just enough into your skin to sting, but it doesn’t hurt quite yet – it’s like lightly touching a fresh bruise, but followed by his soft lips, rough stubble.

You can’t do much else but lock your arms around his neck and pull him close. Miguel smells smoky and sweet, like luxury cologne and a celebratory cigar – he feels even better.

He trails his teeth to the base of your neck before going higher, smiling against your skin when you gulp beneath his lips.

It’s not because you’re scared; the complete opposite, really. You’re excited.

He’s still fucking you, but his pace slows to a crawl, hips rolling to keep the slightest friction. Even though he’s comfortable with biting you, he’d never want to hurt you. There’s a precision required to achieve both pain and pleasure and Miguel has it down to a science.

Mortality is vulnerability as far as he’s concerned, and the fact that you share your life with him is something he never takes lightly.

“Ready?” He asks, widening his bite in preparation. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

“I’m ready.”

He chuckles. “That’s my girl.”

You suck in a sharp breath when he finally punctures you, the pain as mouth watering as his cock stretching you, filling you.

He’s everywhere – inside of you in two different ways, body flush against yours, but you can’t get enough. Unintentionally, you pull him closer, grip him tighter, bury him deeper in you.

You cry out. Your neck burns, every nerve on edge as the pleasure zaps throughout your body, from your fingertips to your toes.

A heat blazes through the area underneath his mouth, a rumbling grunt coming somewhere from the back of his throat, chasing the electricity of his bite.

This is pure fucking bliss.

The sensation of his fangs and his cock have you so pathetically eager; slack jawed and jellied bones, you focus on your hips, fucking him back with no remorse, uncaring about whether or not the wound in your neck rips open – nothing matters more right now than cumming on Miguel’s cock.

You lean back and Miguel tilts with you, your clit pressed against his thick patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair, the last stimulant to shove you over the edge.

He pulls back, retracting his teeth but laps up the stray drops of blood eagerly.

“You taste – like heaven, my love – shit –” He pants, eyebrows pulled inward. “Are you – fuck – are you alright?”

He always asks you this after he bites you without fail, and every time you’re enveloped in pleasure. You nod, unable to form words as he drives into you, picking up his speed. 

The bedroom is obscenely symphonic, all loud moans and slapping skin.

“Lay back,” you say instinctually, barely registering the glint of lust in his eye when you push him down.

“Tell me what you want,” he mumbles, hands settling at the bend of your hips, thumbs caressing you.

“Just talk to me – I’m almost there –”

It’s true. You’ve been on the cusp of an orgasm and you want to come with Miguel moaning underneath you.

“Fuck, you feel so good around me –”

Miguel’s hands slide up from the base of your stomach to your tits, cupping, squeezing as he does so.

“You take it so well, my love – no one does it like you –”

You sway your hips front to back, elongating your strokes, and his lids are threatening to close all the way.

“Open your eyes.”

They flash open, Miguel’s gaze salacious and fiery as he obeys your command. He loves when you take charge.

Your palms, flat on his muscled chest, give you the right amount of leverage to bounce, and he meets you halfway, curling his hips underneath you at an angle that has you nearly weeping – it’s so perfect – he’s so perfect for you.

“Are you –” he moans “– are you close?” “Yeah, baby, I’m close,” you manage through pants.

“Good – I don’t know how much longer I can hold out,” he says, then draws you close till you’re chest to chest.

And then he picks up the pace, really driving into you – harder, harder, until you’re biting down on his bare skin to cope with the sensation. You’re nearly overstimulated, so close that you can taste the orgasm that’s about to flood through you.

“That’s it, yeah,” he purrs into your ear, palms lifting and settling you on his dick with no effort on your part.

“Come for me – fuck – I wanna feel you squeeze my cock with your –” he’s pulled you all the way up to his tip and back down again. “God, I can’t even think straight you’re so good –”

Miguel comes, a mix of expletives and whines, and keeps fucking you, teasing your clit, your nipples, anything to get you there and you –

You say his name, broken and desperate like a prayer – gratitude laced in your tone because fuck, this is the best it’s ever going to be and you’re on top of the world, with him, with Miguel O’Hara.

The both of you finally come down. You crash on the mattress next to him, curling against his side, slotting against the taut ridges of his muscles perfectly.

The first thing he does is run a featherlight over your neck and the wound he’d left there.

“How was it? Was I too rough?” He’s concerned, the foggy afterglow disappearing as soon as he remembers that you bled because of him.

He’s always been afraid of pushing the limits to the point of losing his composure – and hurting you because of it.

“No, no,” you reassure him with a kiss on the jaw. “It was perfect, Miguel.”

You kiss away the rest of the dreamlike haze, floating back down to Earth with a view of the city bathed in moonlight outside your open window.

You’re right – it is perfect.

[captain039]

PART 9 Intertwined with a mortal

Ascended Vampire Duke!Astarion x human!reader

Slight alpha Duke!Wyll x reader

Bridgerton x Astarion 👍🏻

Warnings: Olden times, swearing, age gap, tension, slow burn, vampire Mates, vampire things, angst, sexual, harassment, bigger reader, fat shaming, 18+, angst, Astarions trauma, anxiety, depression, learning to touch and love, big dislike for children lmao, AOB, artist reader, manipulation, jealousy, feelings

Previous part <-

You'd rushed to bed and almost hid under the covers, gods help you. You silently screamed into your blanket as you kept it over your head and huffed.

“Little pup” you shot up like you did last night staring at the duke in front of you. The vampire in front of you.

“No, I will scream-“ you said as he stalked closer, but stopped at your words.

“I want to talk” he said eyes seeming to avoid yours.

“Yes, please do!” You snapped glaring at him.

“You bit me! You’re a-“ you stopped as he finally looked to you.

“A vampire” he finished and you nodded sharply.

“Exactly” you stated wondering why you weren’t screaming or even mad at him. You forced your face to show anger, but for some reason you didn’t feel it.

“How did I not see the signs” you groaned, two hundred years of confliction? Fangs? Red eyes?! Were you stupid?!

“Because I’m very good at hiding” he said and you huffed.

“Why am I not angry at you?!” You demanded and he smirked slightly before it quickly left.

“Because I wasn’t lying when I said you were my mate” he said and you froze a bit.

“A vampires mate? Gods, I’m going insane” you rested your head in your hands and sighed.

“You’re made for me, made to need me, made to be alright with this” he gestured to himself briefly.

“I’m not alright!” You said, but found it not fully being true.

“So what it’s magic?” You scoffed.

“More powerful” he said and you groaned quietly.

“So you just never spoke to me because of this? Led me on, then broke my heart?” You said and guilt filled his features.

“This is hard on me also” he growled.

“No, no it’s not because you had no issue rejecting me!” You snapped.

“Miss?” You froze at the knock on your door. The vampire suddenly atop of you hand on your mouth, eyes staring at you.

“Are you alright? I heard chatter?” The servant added as the vampire slowly moved his hand.

“I’m alright! Sorry I just lost something” you lied.

“Alright miss, did you need help?” She added.

“No! No thank you I found it” you said heart pounding in your chest.

“Very well, Goodnight Miss” she said.

“Night” you called and almost collapsed as her footsteps left.

“Get off” you weakly shoved at his chest finding it difficult to think with him atop you. He was straddling your legs, his coldness present, now you knew why. His scent filled your nose and you finally looked to him. Your body craved something, you didn’t know what as you looked to your hands against his chest. He wore formal day attire, strange for this time of night really.

“Omega” he muttered and you jolted stomach doing a flip as you looked to him.

“No, no” you mumbled sighing closing your eyes briefly. Lips pressed to yours and you felt yourself give in quickly to the new feeling. Your hands clenched his coat the best you could as you lied back down on your pillows and brought him with you. You whined softly as his hand cupped your neck and he tilted your head more, deepening the kiss. You opened your lips trying to breathe, but he took the opportunity to push his tongue past your lips and taste you. One of your hands moved to tangle in his hair, clenching the soft white curls. You pulled back panting harshly as air filled your lungs while his mouth went to your neck and kissed the mark he’d left. You tensed a bit, but the kisses were soft.

“I should have never of harmed you” he growled and you felt your body shudder.

“You looked starving” you mumbled as he continued to kiss your neck.

“I had a moment of weakness” he snapped lifting his head and for some reason his words hurt.

“I’m a weakness?” You asked and he frowned emotions swirling in his eyes. He just kissed you again not answering your question.

“I’ll see you tomorrow pup” he said climbing off the bed.

“I’ll be-“ he disappeared before you could say anything more.

“Out” you finished before a growl left your lips and you slammed a pillow over your face to groan.

You were annoyed when you awoke. The servants unfortunately catching your annoyance and leaving quickly. You were on edge, wanting more and wanting to smack his handsome face. He didn’t talk to you, you had no idea what was going on his mind. You went out despite his words going with your mum to the bakery and seamstress. You felt calmer after that and happier. As you entered your home you felt the air shift and glanced slightly into the dining room seeing the duke there talking to your father. You cursed silently before your mum saw him and smiled brightly and urged you in the room. The two men stood and you were forced to greet the duke by your mother.

“Duke Ancunin what a surprise” she gushed and you almost rolled your eyes.

“If I’d known you were visiting we wouldn’t have gone out” she chuckled.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She said to you.

“She didn’t know lady Y/L/n” Duke Ancunin said.

“Oh a surprise visit, how exciting” your mother chuckled.

“Well you two chat, I’ll go get some cakes and tea prepared” your mum said going to move before the duke spoke.

“Actually I require your attention” The duke said and she frowned as did you. What was he up too?

“Oh? Of course” your mother nodded nudging your arm slightly.

“Continue” you said and she huffed.

“I’ve come to ask for your daughters hand” Duke Ancunin said and your mouth hung open. Your mother looked surprised, but to excited and happy while your father smiled slightly.

“Oh this is wonderful news!” She didn’t question the duke and you glared at him.

“Oh a proposal” she hugged your arm as you stared at the duke. He held the same blank neutral stare he always did, you had no idea what he was thinking as he pulled out a ring. It was a silver banded ring with a Ruby a top it, two black gems either side of it down the band. He walked forward to you as you stared blankly now as he held your hand.

“No” you said making your family freeze.

“Darling” your mother chuckled nervously.

“No mother” you said sternly and she flinched slightly.

“That’s no way to talk to your mother” your father said frowning.

“A word, Duke Ancunin” you sneered grabbing his arm and tugging him into the hallway, Ignoring your calls. You slapped him harshly across the face the sound echoing off the walls. His red eyes flared slightly as he stared at you.

“You cannot treat me like this, you cannot ignore me, not talk to me, reject me! show me your darkest secret, come to me and expect me to marry you! I know nothing about you!” You spoke quietly, but your tone was filled with anger.

Astarion was surprised by your actions and words to your parents as you dragged him out. He wasn’t completely thinking properly, his mind was scrambled and he didn’t understand what was happening himself. When he came to your room last night it was out of pure selfishness, he needed to be near you again, and with the way your body reacted, you did too. He couldn’t keep doing this eventually you’d get caught and it would ruin you both, so he resorted to this, trapping you with him, gods he was stupid. Your slap came like a cold shard of ice against his cheek and his hunger grew out of anger before it died down instantly as you spoke. Your words were true you knew nothing about him, while he knew basic things about you, your favourite colour, favourite flower and food, how you enjoyed painting, your rides together where only you telling him about yourself and he liked it more than anything, but it wasn’t a one way conversation. Your face held anger, confusion you were trembling slightly, your usual sweet omega scent was sour.

“I don’t know what I’m doing” he whispered suddenly and you froze. You stared at him, fear, confliction and confusion in his face. His jaw was tightly clenched as he avoided your eyes.

“What do you mean?” You asked your anger slipping too quickly for your liking.

“I don’t know how to do this” he added as you still frowned shaking your head slightly, you didn’t understand.

“I don’t know how to love someone” his words barely reached your ear and you felt your heart shatter.

“I’ve never had a family, I don’t remember my family-“ you saw tears in his eyes and suddenly you hugged him. You tugged him down to you, hand going in his hair the other around his shoulder as he leant against your shoulder. He trembled in your hold and you hushed him. You held him tightly, what had happened to your mate?

Next part ->

[guess-my-next-obsession]

August: Chapter Eight

pairing: frankie morales x ofc (Becca)

chapter rating: E (18+ only, age gap, unprotected piv, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), marijuana consumption, arguments, talks of past substance abuse issues/bad exes, not proofread so i own all my mistakes proudly lmao)

word count: 4.1k

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Sunlight peering in from the sheer curtains of Frankie’s bedroom illuminated Becca’s skin as Frankie laid wide awake beside her in the early morning, silently worshipping her sleeping form as his bedsheet hung low over the small of her back. He resisted the urge to run his fingertips up and down her spine, not wanting to wake her before she’d gotten the rest she deserved.

Smiling to himself, he relished in the realization that this morning marked the first time she’d wake in his bed without fear of being caught or interrupted, the two of them finally at peace after hiding away in secret all week long.

Had it really only been a week of knowing her? It felt so much longer to him—to his heart. The way he felt about her made him almost certain that their souls had to have known each other before in a previous life—it would explain the lingering of those three forbidden words on the tip of his tongue every she looked him in the eye.

Carefully slipping out of bed, Frankie tiptoed his way into the bathroom to relieve himself and brush his teeth before heading to the kitchen to whip up some breakfast, his stomach growling.

As he sipped his coffee and tended to the eggs he was scrambling, he heard the sound of Becca’s feet padding across his kitchen floor, his head turning in time to feel her arms wrap around his waist, her cheek resting against his back.

“You get up so early,” she mumbled, still groggy from sleep.

“I know,” he lamented with a smile, shutting off the heat to the eggs before turning around in her arms to hug her close. “Didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“It’s okay, my stomach was growling the minute I smelled your cooking,” she smirked as she looked up at him, his lips still swollen from kissing her all night long.

As though he could read her mind, he held her chin between his index finger and thumb and leaned down to press a chaste but deep kiss onto her lips, relishing in the hum of contentment he pulled from her. Unable to control himself, he walked her backwards until she hit the kitchen island, his hands quickly hoisting her up onto the counter without breaking the kiss. Becca pulled away to gasp, overwhelmed by her need for him. She dipped her thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and shucked them down enough to free his cock, her fist wrapping around and stroking him until he was fully erect, Frankie’s soft moans causing her bare pussy to weep against the countertop.

“Need you,” she begged in a breathy purr, scooting closer to the edge of the counter and spreading her thighs wide to give him space to enter her. Frankie watched with a heavy chest and lust filled eyes as she lined his cock up at her entrance, her eyes locking with his in a silent demand for him to press himself deep into her pussy. Frankie wasted no time, thrusting deep until his cock was fully seated inside of her, the couple gasping simultaneously at the feeling of being connected.

“Fuck,” he swore, his hand gripping her hips as she laid back against the island. His cock twitched as he ran his hands up her bare torso until he was cupping her breasts, unable to stop himself from leaning over and sucking both of her nipples into his mouth. “You’re so fucking sexy like this, baby.”

“Fuck me, Frankie baby,” she encouraged desperately, crossing her ankles behind his back. Frankie whimpered at the command and rested his scratchy cheek against her sternum as he slid his cock almost all the way out before pistoning back inside, setting a slow but brutal pace that had her gripping at the countertop. “Fuck!” she whined, her eyes squeezing shut as the tip of his cock hit something devastating inside of her with each thrust. “You have no idea how good this feels.”

“I think I do,” he grinned against her, placing a kiss to her stomach before standing upright again, his hands gripping her waist hard enough to leave marks as he quickened the pace of his thrusts. His eyes lowered from her face to where they were connected, a groan filling the room as he watched how she coated his cock with her arousal. “Fuck, you’re soaking me bebita.”

“Frankie, I’m so fucking close, please don’t stop!” Frankie licked his thumb and lowered it to her clit, stroking circles over the swollen bud and grinning at the response he pulled from her, her walls squeezing around his cock and her back arching off the counter.

“Cum for me, baby,” he begged, dangerously close to his own peak. “Cum for me and I’ll fill you up.”

“Baby!” she mewled as she came, her entire body tensing as she relished in the almost forbidden euphoria coursing through her every nerve before she relaxed, her eyes opening to watch Frankie reach the same high.

Frankie’s cheeks were flushed, his face covered in sweat as he thrusted deep inside of her three more times before he was spilling into her pussy, his chest heaving and lips singing her praise as his cock twitched until it finished giving her all he had to offer.

When he opened his eyes, he was met with her grin, an exhausted chuckle leaving his lips at the sight of her fucked to contentment.

“What a way to start the morning,” he joked as he slowly pulled himself from her, watching as his cum spilled from her swollen pussy and onto the tile. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Oops,” she looked embarrassed, but he was quick to show her just how much he liked the mess. Lowering a bit, he latched his mouth with her pussy, licking and sucking her clean, her moans only spurring him on. “Okay, okay…too sensitive for another one.”

Frankie pulled away with a proud grin, kissing the inside of her thigh before stepping back and helping her off the counter. Becca stood on shaking thighs, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a filthy tongue kiss.

“Gotta reheat our breakfast. You distracted me,” Frankie spoke against her lips, earning a laugh.

“You seemed to like it well enough.”

“That I did, baby.” He pecked her cheek.

“Gonna go put some clothes on,” she informed as she left him to tend to the now cold eggs.

Breakfast was eaten on the couch, both of them now high off a few bong hits and watching Planet Earth.

“Fucking insane,” Frankie commented as the narrator began introducing a few deep-sea creatures that looked like something straight out a nightmare.

“What kind of animal do you think you’d be?” Becca asked lazily, her head resting on his lap and while she curled up with his comforter tugged to her chin.

“A bird, probably,” he replied, his eyes leaving the screen to look down at her, his fingers combing her hair out of her face before he began scratching at her scalp. “Maybe a crow or some shit.”

“A crow?” she giggled, turning her head a bit so that she could look at him. “Not an eagle or a hawk or something, I don’t know, cool?”

“I’m not that cool,” he shrugged.

“I disagree.” She reached up and scratched at his chin, Frankie leaning into her touch. “I think I’d be a sloth.”

“A sloth?” he repeated with a chuckle.

“Yeah,” she giggled and nodded. “I’m very sloth-y.”

“Right now you are,” he agreed with an adoring smile. “And very cute.”

“I’m really glad to be here with you right now,” she confessed, interrupting the moment with shocking sincerity. Frankie almost found himself tearing up at her words, but managed to keep his emotions at bay.

“I’m really glad you’re here with me,” he croaked. “Feels…natural.”

“Yeah, it does,” she agreed, giving him one last smile before turning back to the screen.

For the entirety of the next hour, Frankie couldn’t bring himself to look at anything besides the woman resting her head on his lap. He watched as she smiled at the TV, watched as she frowned at the tragic cruelty of nature, watched as her eyelids began to grow heavy until she drifted off to sleep. He was content here—that emptiness that had been lingering inside of him for the last few years slowly began to fill the longer she gifted him her presence.

Stroking his finger over her cheek, he pulled her from her slumber just enough to earn a hum of awareness.

“Let’s get you into bed, baby,” he husked, helping her sit up a bit. Becca yawned and tugged his comforter tighter around her shoulders as he walked with her to his bedroom, his arm slung over her shoulder.

“You gonna nap with me?” she asked with a lazy grin as she got cozy. Frankie chuckled and leaned forward, pressing his lips to her cheek.

“Gonna go get some groceries,” he informed, earning a sound of protest.

“I’ll come help,” she offered, though her eyes remained closed. Frankie’s smitten grin only grew wider at the sight of her cuddled up against his pillow like she belonged here. He reckoned she did.

“S’okay, Santi’s picking me up,” he kept his voice soft so that he didn’t disturb her any more than he had to. “You want anything special?”

“Mm-mm,” she shook her head.

“Okay, pretty girl,” he patted her hip and walked over to his closet, quietly grabbing a pair of jeans and a light grey top that was fraying a bit at the hem. As he changed, he continued to marvel at her, wondering what in the world she saw in him that made him worth all of this fuss.

Not knowing how or when, Frankie was determined to give her what she deserved—everything she deserved. Love, safety, comfort…her parents.

Even if he had to spend the rest of his life proving himself to her mother and father, he was going to remedy the crevasse his presence caused between the Herrera family.

“Frankito!” Santi called out as he let himself into Frankie’s place, Frankie laying fully dressed in bed, unwilling to leave her until he absolutely had to. “Jesus! Smells like a dispensary in here.”

At the sound of his friend’s obnoxiously loud voice, he jumped up, quietly hurrying out of the bedroom to shush him with a finger held up to his lips.

“Bex is sleeping,” Frankie informed in a whisper, earning a chuckle in response.

“She already exhausted?” Santi teased with a grin. Frankie rolled his eyes and grabbed his keys and wallet from the coffee table, stuffing them in his pocket before guiding his friend out of the house by the shoulder. “Can’t believe you let her talk you into smoking pot at your age. You trying to lose your license again?”

“My company doesn’t test for weed,” Frankie enlightened as they walked down the pathway to Santi’s car parked by the curb. “And she didn’t talk me into anything. I wanted to.”

“Right,” Santi gave him a disbelieving look as he climbed into the driver’s seat, Frankie already buckled in in the passenger. “Oh, Benny wanted me to remind you about his fight on Friday. You’re still coming, right?”

“Shit,” he ran his hands over his face, completely forgetting about his friend’s boxing match. “No, I picked up a flight to New York. Bex is coming along, we’re making a weekend out of it.”

Santi only chuckled and shook his head in response.

“What?” Frankie snapped, already feeling guilty about missing the match without Santiago’s trademark disappointment.

“You do this, man,” he chided, still shaking his head. Frankie gestured for him to elaborate, unsure of what he was letting on to. “You meet a girl and you dice head fucking first into it. It’s been, what? A week? Now you’re missing shit—“

“I have a flight on Friday. I would miss it regardless of whether or not I took Becca, I don’t get what the issue is.”

“The issue is that this is your fucking M.O.,” Santi replied, turning to glance at Frankie who’s brows were laced together with offense. “I just don’t want history to keep repeating itself. You jump into these things and forget about us, shit goes south, and then we’re left to save you from the fucking dark pit you put yourself into.”

“Turn around,” Frankie demanded, his jaw ticking as he turned to look out of the window. “Take me home.”

“C’mon, man,” Santi sighed but obeyed the command. “I’m just being real with you. Sometimes you need to hear the truth—“

“Fuck you, Pope,” Frankie spat, turning back to him. “You don’t know shit about Becca.”

“And you do?” he chuckled. “In the one week that you’ve known her you’ve managed to learn everything about her?”

“I know more than you,” he retorted as Santi pulled up in front of Frankie’s house.

“Looking forward to hearing from you next week when this all goes to shit!” Santi called out as Frankie swung the car door open and stomped his way back into the house.

Unable to cool himself down enough in time to remember to be quiet, Frankie slammed the front door shut, wincing at the sound of it.

“Frankie?” Becca called from the bedroom, her groggy voice pulling a sigh of relief from his chest. It felt almost fantastical how easily she brought him back to earth with just a call of his name.

He stepped down the hall and into his bedroom, finding her sitting up in bed, rubbing her eyes. Without speaking, he crawled onto the mattress and gently tackled her back down, his body resting on top of hers over the blanket. She chuckled and slid his hat off, combing her fingers through his hair as he rested his cheek against her chest.

“Everything okay?” she asked as soft as a feather. Frankie shook his head and squeezed her tighter. “What happened?”

“Pope…he said some shit,” he mumbled against her. “Don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Okay,” she nodded and trailed her fingers down to his shoulders and back, lightly scratching up and down his muscles over the thin cotton of his t-shirt.

“Didn’t get any groceries,” he husked, sounding like he was nearly in a trance from her touch. “You wanna come with me?”

“Yeah,” she smiled at the thought of running errands with him, perfectly content to spend the rest of her life just like she spent it today. “Let me get pretty first.”

“You’re already pretty,” he lifted his chin and rested it on her sternum, pleased by the grin he was met with. “So beautiful.”

“Then I’ll go just like this,” she resigned with a smitten look. Frankie nodded in approval and crawled up the few more inches need to plant a kiss on her lips, her hand resting on his jaw to scratch at his beard.

“Mm,” he hummed, pulling back enough to look her in her eyes. “Gotta stop kissing you otherwise we’ll never make it out of the house.”

“Don’t give me any ideas,” she purred, earning a chuckle and a shake of his head, Frankie mustering the strength to climb off of the bed. He held his hand out for her to take and watched as she stood up, still in just a tiny white tank top and a pair of cotton white briefs. He was sure that his eyes had never been blessed with such a pretty sight, none of his past loves coming close to Becca. As she tugged on some sweatpants and stole a hoodie from his closet, Frankie felt something stir in his bones again—love. “What are you looking at me like that for? Is my hair a mess?”

Frankie shook his head and walked to her, sliding his hands over her hips until he was hugging her close to his frame.

“Just can’t believe you’re real,” he confessed, earning an eye roll and pat to his chest. “We really gotta work on your ability to believe my compliments.”

“Just not used to being complimented,” she assured, reaching up to hold his face. “For what it’s worth, I can’t believe you’re real, either.”

“Maybe we’re both hallucinating,” he suggested.

“I hope it never ends, then.”

“I think this is the most produce I’ve ever had in a shopping cart in my life,” Frankie commented as he and Becca strolled through the aisles of a Stater Bros, their pace lazy, as though they had all the time in the world.

“We’ll balance it out with snacks, I promise.” She hooked her arm with his as they wandered into the candy aisle, the feeling of her head resting on his shoulder filling his stomach with butterflies he thought had died long ago.

“What’s your go to—“ Frankie was cut off by the sight of his ex turning her shopping cart into the other end of the aisle, their eyes locking. “Shit.”

“What’s wrong?” Becca asked, letting go of his arm to turn to him, her brows laced in concern.

“Frankie,” a bright voice greeted, earning Becca’s attention. “Long time no see.”

“Lupita,” he acknowledged her with less enthusiasm.

“And who do we have here?” Lupita nudged her chin towards Becca, though her eyes remained locked on Frankie’s. Becca held in her scoff, unsure as to why the woman couldn’t have simply asked her instead.

“This is Becca,” Frankie looked to his side and gave Becca apologetic eyes. “Bex, this is Lupita, my ex-girlfriend.”

“Ex-fiancé,” she corrected smugly, her eyes finally leaving Frankie’s to give Becca the most patronizing look she’d ever received. “You must be the new girlfriend. You’re awfully young.”

Becca didn’t say anything, not wanting to feed into this strange competition she was trying to start over Frankie—after all, judging by the disdain in Frankie’s eyes, Lupita didn’t seem to have a chance.

“Well, it was nice seeing you,” Frankie started past his ex, Becca following closely behind.

“Good luck with him,” Lupita chided as Becca walked past. “God knows you’ll need it.”

As they made their way into a new aisle, one that neither of them needed anything from, Frankie let out a sigh and stopped the cart, turning to watch as Becca mindlessly perused the shelf of beans in front of her rather than saying anything.

“Hey,” he called her attention and she finally graced him with a blank stare, hiding away all emotion. “I’m sorry about that. She’s…a cunt.”

“It’s whatever,” Becca shrugged, no malice in her tone but Frankie couldn’t help but suspect something had gotten to her.

“Bex,” he tilted his head and gave her a half frown. “Talk to me, remember.”

“It’s fine,” she assured, this time a bit more shortly than before. “Just didn’t know you were engaged.”

“I wasn’t trying to hide it away,” he defended.

“Yeah, like I said, it’s fine. We’ve all got shit we hide away.” Frankie furrowed his brows at her as she continued down the aisle, her arms crossed over her chest. With a sigh, he followed her, fighting the urge to tell her to stop walking so that they could finish talking, not wanting to cause a scene in the middle of a grocery store.

After splitting the transaction—Becca’s insistence prevailing over Frankie’s chivalry—the couple silently made their way back to Frankie’s car, loading the groceries into the trunk before climbing into the front together.

“Do you want to know what happened?” Frankie finally spoke as he pulled out of the parking spot.

“If you want to tell me,” she replied, turning her head to watch him as he drove. She hated that she always went inside whenever she got upset or anxious—it wasn’t fair or healthy for either of them—and though it didn’t seem like much, her responding at all was a major step forward in fixing the issue. Frankie’s soft, almost unnoticeable curl of his lips told her he noticed an appreciated the gesture.

“We broke up a few years ago,” he started, reaching one hand over the console between them to rest on her thigh. “Only dated for a year, but I used to be…different. I was a completely different person with her—with all my exes.”

Becca couldn’t help but feel like this conversation was tied to Frankie’s argument with Santi, the insecurity in his beautifully brown eyes a new and heartbreaking sight. She hoped he knew he didn’t have to defend himself to her. She already had a pretty good idea of who he was in his core—gentle, generous, observant, compassionate…lovable beyond belief—and it wasn’t something he ever needed to be ashamed of.

“I…used to struggle with…addiction,” he spoke as if he were stepping on thin ice with each word, as though if he took one unplanned step he’d never recover. Becca hoped her hand intertwining with his would shoo a bit of that concern away. “She was bad for it—bad for me, really. Met her at one of Benny’s parties, doing a line in the bathroom. She always had her shit under control. She could do coke everyday and never let it consume her, but me? That shit…it’s still an everyday thing for me just to stay clean.”

“Baby,” she cooed, letting go of his hands to scratch gently at the baby hairs on the back of his neck. “If I would’ve known, I wouldn’t have brought my weed—“

“No, no,” he assured, plucking her hand from his neck to kiss the back of it. “It’s just coke.”

“Either way, I don’t want to even risk possibly leading you down a path that might make you relapse.” Frankie smiled a bit at her thoughtfulness. “Tell me more about it, if you’re comfortable.”

“I’ve struggled with it the last five years of my life. It started with my ex-ex-ex-girlfriend, Chelsea,” their hands remained clasped on the console as he turned into the parking lot of a Starbucks, Frankie quickly putting the car in park before shifting a bit in his seat to look at her head-on. “She was a huge party girl, and the first ‘pretty’ girl that had ever been into me before, so I was down to do whatever she told me to do—one of those things was coke. And before that, I’d only ever really gone through my stoner phase in college, but at this point I was just focused on my career and shit after getting out of Special Ops. I just had no fucking idea what that shit was going to do to me, and by the time I realized it, it was way too late.”

“Your fight with Santi earlier…” she started, Frankie nodding in acknowledgement. “I’m assuming he implied that I’m another one of these girls? Out to ruin your life.”

“He just…yeah, I guess,” Frankie sighed, noticing the hurt on Becca’s face at the thought of his best friend thinking ill of her. “I don’t think it’s anything personal, bebita, he just…he’s been the one that’s had to save me every single time shit goes sour for the last twenty years. He just doesn’t want me to get back to that dark place again, but he doesn’t realize that you…you’re not like them. You don’t push me into shit, you don’t walk all over me, you don’t—“ Frankie smiled and reached over to pinch her chin. “You’re the first woman to treat me like…a fucking person. All my exes took from me, but you…you give.”

“I don’t feel like I do, I just feel like I’m taking,” she confessed, frowning a bit. Frankie shook his head and splayed his hand out as he rested it gently on her face, keeping her eyes on him. “You’ve got your life together, you know? And I’m lost. Aside from you…I have no idea what I want out of life. What on earth could I possibly be giving you?”

“No, Bex,” he shook his head and leaned over the console to kiss her deep enough to shoo her insecurities away. “You don’t have any fucking clue just how much you being here right beside me gives me. You give me safety, comfort…you give me sympathy, you give me trust, you give me these sickly fucking butterflies,” they chuckled together. “You give me you, and that’s all I could ever ask for.”

“You’re a dream,” she chuckled and pinched his chin. “Just promise me if I start overstay my welcome, you’ll tell me. I don’t want—“

“Becca, I promise I’ll tell you if I ever need space, but,” he laughed and sat back in his seat. “I can’t see myself wanting you to go away.”

“I don’t see myself wanting you to go away, either,” she smiled, content and resolved. “Okay, come on, time for caffeine.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

[teddybeartoji]

ugghh mickey i just though of this scenario and i HAD to share cuz i just know you’ll know what i’m talking about

IMAGINE TEACHING TOJI SOMETHING☹️ like walk w me…

he’s really proud and imo kinda egocentric so i have a feeling he’s not the best learner.. but he just used your blanket (that was like… perfectly folded and neat and cute btw) and u tell him he has to fold it, but he… just… has? no idea?? how?

he never gaf about something as trivial as making the bed, to him that’s pretty much wasting time cuz honestly… he’ll have to lay down there again so what’s the point? but when you ask, well, demand him to fold your blanket, he feels a lil dumb.

doesn’t want to contest you because you’re an orgazined person, and he can’t decide for u how you like your stuff… so he does it! i mean… he said he’ll do it, but rn he is umm not quite sure where to start. he’s a smart man though, and it can’t be that difficult!!! like, for the love of god, he knows how to FOLD, obviously! he kills on the daily, can manage weapons like he was born for it (he kinda was born for it lol), so how can a little fluffy miffy blanket scare him?

so he does it. duhhh.. he folds it. but then realizes… the math is NOT mathing?? that doesn’t even makes sense, he made sure to place corner with corner how has that happened?? its a mess! it’s like it was never even folded.

he’s about to give up and say fuck it, who cares? but you care (for some reason) and he cares about what you care, so he tries again, and….. fails again.

on the third try, you spot him. (u hold back a laugh cuz you don’t wanna embarrass him) and then u start teaching.

at first, he pretends he doesn’t need help.

“i know how to fold a blanket… jesus.” he mutters lowly, rolling his eyes, atp trying to convince himself.

he lets you demonstrate though, and he watches, my man STARES.

tojis brows are furrowed he’s got a little concentrated pout as he watches you do it and it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

when he tries again, now with a little more knowledge, he does it slowly, mimicking exactly what you did, EXTREMELY concentrated and…. oh my god, is he BLUSHIN???? ugh he’s the cutest i can’t !!!!! :(

and you just know it’s not a “weaponized incompetence” case because after he sees you doing it one time (fast learner!!) he manages to do it perfectly!!!!! (ok, almost) and never struggles again.

you could tease him for it… but you won’t………. for now.

idk the idea of making a huge man like him a lil embarrassed abt something so silly just makes my heart smile :((( i can’t stop imagining the lil pout ughh

sorry abt the grammar!! english is not my first language. oh and sorry if this got a little too long as well, he drives me crazy!!!!

OHHHHHHHHHHHH:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( OH NONNIE I ADORE THIS SO FUCKING MUCH ARE YOU KIDDING MEEE:(((((((((((((((((( THIS IS SO ADORABLEEEE THE GRUMPY OLD MAN IS LEARNING SMTH NEWWW:(((((( the little blush and the pout aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i'm gonna explode what the hellll i agree with you 10000% btw i feel like he really wouldn't care for stuff like this at first but when you tell him that you do care.. he starts to think abt them more too bc your happiness is the most important thing to him

him grumbling to himself and rolling his eyes even though he knows he needs your help omfg i love him so bad HE'S SO CUTEEEEEEE

btw i just thought abt him trying to put a sheet on a weighted blanket and i think that would humble him very quickly too lmao idk if you have one but i do and it's. a very hard task okay you need to learn some tricks for it and only then it gets a little easier,, and if you don't believe me i also let my dad try it when i first got it and it was the funniest sight ever lmao so i do think that toji would struggle with it too and you'd have to give him some tips😭😭😭😭

[soleilnomoon]

hello!! ive been seeing some of the requests for your current event and they have just been so amazing 😩 and also congrats on 500!! that’s amazing!

i was wondering if i could order dulce de leche, lemon drop, and lollipop with a topping of poppy seeds and caramel for 1, sabo from one piece. if not thats alright or if i didn’t request correctly please let me know! thank you sm!

i am so sry this took forever, but it's here (finally); thank you thank you 🥰️ still can't believe it tbh lmao lemme tell u i love sabo so much & yk i love angst, anyway i had fun writing this 💕

1.8k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni, angst angst babey (altho it's a lil tame to me, but i love that shit so ignore me); sabo loves being in denial, that's his favorite river; y/n, as usual, doesn't care abt consequences; feat. oral (m receiving), rough (consensual) sex, mutual pining, sabo being a dumbass for ignoring his obvious feelings, y/n not having any self-preservation is just normal y/n behavior lbr 🌺 (if u see grammar/spelling errors no u didn't 💛)

“the kiss i didn’t give you has become a star inside me…” — dulce maría loynaz

for sabo, life is all about routine; not in the mundane sense, but in his quest for needing to have consistent control over every aspect of his life, he thrives on having a path laid out for him. he can’t help it — it’s something that was carefully ingrained into him since he was a child. he blames his parents, blames the world he was born into, blames the world nobles for uprooting his newfound family and separating him from his brothers. yet, he holds steadfast in the work he does, finds pleasure in seeking justice wherever he can, and makes it a point to not make the sort of romantic connections that will keep him distracted.

his colleagues don’t bother prying him for more information on his previous life, and they know that he actively keeps people at an arm’s length for some unknown reason — not that they can judge him, their line of work is dangerous and there’s very little room for mistakes, or weakness for that matter.

you’re not sure what you did exactly to land on sabo’s radar, but once he set his eyes on you there was no option for turning back. not that you mind, of course — you just hate the way you can’t seem to penetrate any of the walls he’s securely built around himself. he gives very little of himself but demands everything from you.

to anyone else, this would be reason enough to cut him out of their life; but you, unfortunately, cannot let him go. if you do, you’re afraid he’ll never let you back in — not after you fought so hard for him to stay by your side.

in his mind, you’re someone that he can quit anytime; it’s a lie he likes to tell himself whenever he’s feeling particularly lonely or vulnerable. he hates that despite how hard he fights to keep you from plaguing his thoughts, you still manage to find a way — especially late at night, when he can’t seem to sleep. insomnia has always had a strong, punishing grip around him, often leaving him breathless from the way he can’t seem to stop thinking about you.

at first, it was because you kept insisting on talking to him socially; then it was because he allowed you to take meals with him privately, a feat that did not go unnoticed by the others, much to his annoyance; and then it was because you had the audacity to kiss his cheek one night, after talking with him for hours. your demure behavior — the sweet, shy smile you gave him afterwards, the way you couldn’t look at him in the eyes properly the following day —ignites something deep within him that he never knew existed.

an ache makes its way into his chest, and he finds himself rubbing at it absently periodically, as if the burden of those emotions would take his life someday. while he might not outwardly show it, he looks forward to your incessant chatter — you talk about everything and nothing, something that baffles and amuses him to no end. with anyone else, he’d zone out of their conversation five minutes in, but you captivate him in an illogical way — one that has him watching you from across the room without meaning to, thinking about impractical things.

it's sabo who kisses you first, on a surprisingly quiet afternoon, in a back hallway that very few frequent during the day. a mistake, he tells himself when you part your lips for him without prompting; unnecessary, but he has you against the wall, with his knee in between your thighs; dangerous, yet he keeps kissing you anyway. he holds you still with a firm hand on the back of your neck, goosebumps tickling your skin every time his tongue caresses yours.

when you place your hands on his chest, arching into his hold as his other hand makes a slow descent down your back, he remembers himself. it takes effort but he’s able to extract himself from you in one swift motion, suddenly aware that he’s crossed a line he swore he’d never cross. after putting a good foot of distance between you two, he leaves abruptly and without giving you another thought.

or, so you think.

you don’t move from that spot for a few minutes, hands balled into fists at your sides, nails sinking into your palms out of frustration. you tell yourself that you absolutely cannot fall in love with that man. but it happens far too quickly and you’re incapable of fortifying yourself properly in time. he doesn’t kiss you again after that, not really anyway; he takes to catching you off guard when you walk back to your room late at night.

the first time he does it, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you to him. you screech in surprise and slap him on reflex. mischievous and a little stunned, sabo laughs at your reaction — your face grows hot from the embarrassment. his idea of an apology is pulling you close enough for him to drag his lips along the side of your neck. any residual irritation immediately dissipates the moment he places a kiss on your skin, an act that saps all your common sense, and transforms you into a marionette of his liking.

after that, you come to expect his surprise visits; you let him sit you on top of his desk, legs shaking as he thrusts his fingers in and out of your tight hole. you’ve long since forgotten to keep your voice down as you lean back on your hands, mind hazy as you watch the way your arousal drips onto his palm. if he wasn’t so intent on keeping his promise to himself, he’d kiss you all over again; but he knows if he does, there will be no turning back.

and this sort of weakness is out of the question for him.

you realize quickly that he’ll always distance himself from you emotionally, refusing to hold you for long, always pulling back whenever his lips are too close to yours. despite the bruise on your heart never healing, you can’t seem to let him go.

sabo fucks you like you’re an addiction he can’t seem to quit. no matter how many times he tells himself to leave, he makes his way back to you, hips rutting against yours frenetically, his cock buried deeply, making you moan his name loud enough to mesmerize him.

witchcraft, he muses to himself on occasion, fully believing that you’ve cast some spell on him.

his selfishness wins out when you sink down onto your knees in front of him one morning, stroking his cock with your soft hand before pressing your lips against the tip. whatever residual restraint he has is gone after your tongue swipes against his slit. the moan that slips out of his mouth invigorates you, makes you wrap your plush lips around his cock, sucking on the head teasingly before taking in more of his length.

you watch him with lowered lids, moaning around his cock, the vibration slicing through his logic as he grabs onto the back of your head so he can properly fuck your mouth. loosening your jaw, you hold onto the backs of his thighs for support, a heat passing over you every time sabo’s hips snap forward. your mouth is warm and moist, a combination that has him moaning your name without thinking. your heart speeds up and he ignores the warmth that spreads through him when he looks at your face; he constantly marvels at your beauty, at your soft skin, at how pliant and obedient you can be.

it annoys him that he’s found himself this deeply invested in you; when he pulls his cock out of your mouth, you take several deep breaths, a few tears sliding down your cheeks, a bit of saliva gliding down your bottom lip. the look he gives you is fierce and somewhat feral, and suddenly a nervousness that you don’t anticipate infiltrates your thoughts when he tells you to get on the bed.

he doesn’t have to tell you to get on your hands and knees, but he does it anyway; you severely underestimate the way his voice affects you — always a commanding, impressive force that leaves you breathless as you rub your ass against his stiff cock. you know you’re toeing a dangerous line by doing that, but you’re beyond caring. sabo glides his cock between your folds, arousal coating his length immediately.

you whimper shamelessly, fingers curling into the sheets as you plead with him. “sabo, please, i can’t take it anymore.” whatever else you want to say comes out as a garbled noise and you choke on his name as he snaps his hips forward, thrusting his cock into you roughly. you squirm when he pulls on your hair, yanking you back to him, lips nipping at your skin.

“stop running,” he says gruffly, his words almost making you laugh.

you could tell him the same since you theorized a while ago that he’s perfected the art of running. he doesn’t kiss you when you turn your head to look at him — he rocks his hips forward, the tip of his cock reaching a spot that has you clawing at his arms, your cunt squeezing around his girth in retaliation. he doesn’t kiss you when he has you on your back, legs draped over his shoulders as he pounds into you mercilessly, your voice growing hoarse, body writhing underneath him every time he sucks on your skin.

you wish you could hate him for making you fall in love with him, because only love could make someone foolish enough to carry on a relationship like this. you fall a little more in love with him every time, but he always finds a way to shatter your heart when he turns away from you on the bed. he tells you constantly that you can stay or leave, that the choice is ultimately up to you as it doesn’t affect him either way.

it must be madness that drives you to stay, wrapping yourself with the covers, breathing slowing as your eyes close. he turns around carefully, watching you with a tenderness that forces him to drape an arm around you, lips ghosting the curve of your ear as he whispers softly.

“i like having you around.”

you open your eyes but don’t dare turn around, afraid that he’ll leave if he realizes that you’re still awake — because if he ever takes those words back, you’ll never survive the fallout. so, you will your heart to stop beating loudly, and tell yourself that this must mean he’s lowering more of his walls for you intentionally. you don’t know how long he’ll allow himself to be this vulnerable with you, but regardless you’ll always cherish the time he’s spent with you.

[feral-ballad]

as a pro-palestine jew trying to justify myself to my family, I really appreciate the sources your blog is providing!! that being said, and this is a genuine question, hamas’s charter directly called for the annihilation of all jews. “The Day of Judgment will not come about until Moslems fight Jews and kill them.” how can you support hamas when they’ve said something like that? just as israel is not synonymous with jews, hamas is not synonymous with palestinians and it’s possible to support palestinian liberation without supporting an actively antisemitic organization. if you’re jewish and have somehow made peace with that statement then I can’t understand but I can respect it, but it doesn’t seem that you are, and there’s no way in my mind that I can as a jewish person get behind something so plainly calling for the genocide of jewish people. again this isn’t me trying to have a gotcha moment or whatever, I really want to understand

the lack of condemnation ≠ support of hamas. “hamas is not synonymous with palestinians,” you are correct. however, if hamas does not exist, palestine will be wiped out. condemnation of hamas serve to justify support for israel wiping them out. which means ethnic cleansing and a continuation of genocide. hamas is a resistance group operating in opposition of the oppressive israeli government. “it’s possible to support palestinian liberation without supporting an actively antisemitic organization,” no it’s not possible. do you hear yourself? who is going to liberate these people? the sky? our prayers? demanding the liberator (hamas) to be “perfect” while there’s a fascist oppressor is celebrated is fucking insane. this is not about islam vs. judaism. this is not about religion. before 1948, there was no such thing as “israel,” it was palestine, with muslim, christian and jewish arabs (and other religions). you claim to be pro-palestine, but you don’t like it when palestinians are defending themselves against their oppressor? the palestinians have EVERY right to defend themselves (despite whatever hamas stands for) in any way possible! you’re just simply falling for israeli propaganda. no one fucking mentions the countless crimes of the IDF that they have been committing for years because they can just be waved away with “but hamas!” lmao okay. you can’t say “free palestine” then condemn a liberation movement in the same sentence. not to mention, equating the resistance of hamas to israeli violence as if their magnitudes are even remotely similar.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMjqnFKcK/ (her videos are very informative btw)

so why don’t we stop talking about hamas and talk about israel instead? do you condemn israel for the 75 years of occupation and genocide? why don’t we talk about that instead, huh?

[newhologram]

"wow im sowwy i have such low spoons i couldn't possibly put an image ID in my post, can someone else do it for me uwu"

just admit you don't give two shits about people who use screen readers. you wrote up a whole ass text post with an image but your energy magically stops when it's time to be inclusive? lmao no. if you can't spare the energy to add an ID to that then don't post it at all you fucking cunt. and you don't get to act like it's a massive fucking burden on you that you have to shove off to someone else. actually vile behaviour from someone who's literally complaining about ableism. i hate this shit ass community

^ So this is actually ableism. ^ Lots of very nasty ableist projecting here which is disappointing but quite common on this site.

Chronic pain, fatigue, and brain fog are a thing. Limitations are a thing. My pain and meds wrecking my cognitive function, my symptoms demanding I take a break so I don’t go into the red and puke are a thing. My very nerve pain from using my hands is literally why I had to give up so many things, and why I can’t edit or type that much in a given day. It’s called disability for a reason.

(I queue most posts after chipping away at them. Only some posts are spontaneous.)

This is why we even use the concept of spoons. If I need to stop and save spoons to drive an hour to my doctor appt, or even just save them to cook a meal later, then I HAVE to do that. And I’d rather post something and ask for assistance from others who feel up to it than have a post keep sitting in my drafts for months and months. I have 2 year old posts I just can’t get my brain working for.

You’re so close with “energy magically disappeared”—so close. Bc that’s actually how disability and chronic illness is. Moment to moment we don’t know how we’re going to feel or when we’ll need to take a break.

It’s so funny bc the reason my backlog has gotten so much bigger over the past 3 years is bc I take so long to subtitle clips and write ID’s.

I’m not mad at you, but boundary-wise, it isn’t okay for you to take out your frustration with the community on me just bc I’m an easy and accessible target to anon rage at. I would recommend talking about this stuff in your journal or with a trusted friend or mental health professional before running off to say mean things you may later feel bad about.

Thank you to those who have always helped to ID things without judgment or projection. It seriously means so much bc I’ve got a lot on my plate with my health and home and job rn. I’m grateful for your kindness and for you seeing me as human and not just a content creation machine. I’m glad to be part of a community that understands that it’s okay to ask for help and to help each other. I’m glad we don’t have this unhealthy mindset of “I MUST do it myself or I’m a bad person.”

🙏🏻💙🥄♿️✨

[crybabyddl]

Looking Sharp

Part 2

Keith Kogane x Fem!Reader

Warning: smut, knife play, degradation, praise, dirty talk, swearing. Please do not interact with this content if you are not 18+

Author’s Note: happy keithtober, happy kinktober let’s fucking gooooo

^^^LMAO it’s been WAYYYY too long. Like, over a year. I’m so sorry to everyone who has been waiting for this bc I’ve racked up quite a taglist for this story alone haha. But seriously, thank you for all the support on part 1 and I hope you enjoy part 2!!!🥰

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“You, Y/N, are a tease,” Keith’s look turns cold in replacement of the heat from his lustful gaze. “And I’m tired of it. Let’s see just how clean cut you are…”

His voice trails off, as well as his stare. His pupils are redirected to the thin, beautifully crafted knife, and I have no choice but to let my eyes follow.

He drags the weapon agonizingly slowly up my leg. The pressure is feather light. The ghost of Keith’s disconnected touch has my body temperature doing cartwheels.

“When I have you begging me to let you cum as I press this cold, sharp blade on the inside of those precious thighs of yours, shall we?”

Just when I thought my jaw was locked shut in disbelief and awe, his sensual musings easily loosened that tension.

“Y-yes. Oh my god, yes.” I breathe, reaching out for the paladin’s chest to bring him closer.

Keith evades my grasp and moves to spin me around, holding me flush against him. I can feel the dagger’s chill on my neck while his erection meets my backside.

“Not like you had much of a choice.”

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It was almost too good to be true—somehow Keith knew my body as well as I did. The way he tightened his hold on me whenever I’d try to squirm out of his grasp; the icy stares he’d give me whenever a gasp escaped my lips.

Part of me felt guilty for enjoying this so much. It made no sense, but that didn’t stop me from worrying. My anxiety must’ve been evident on my face, because Keith seemed to notice something was amiss.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, his voice was softer, trading in his raspy, demanding tone for considerate and gentle inflections. The swordsman even lowered his knife, genuinely concerned for my wellbeing.

“Sorry,” I sighed, separating myself from him completely. “It’s just a lot all at once, you know? Plus, I never really thought this would happen. I mean, you’re… you, and I’m just me. It doesn’t make much sense.”

“What are you talking about? That’s ridiculous, Y/N.” Keith’s eyebrows arch as he searches my eyes for an indication of some sort.

“I– well, I just got overwhelmed is all.” I shrugged as my mouth formed a grimace.

“No, not that part. I totally understand that, and I feel it too! I’m talking about the whole ‘you’re you and I’m just me’ thing. Why would you think that?” Keith actually looks pained when he repeats my own words back to me.

“Think about it, Keith. You and I are so different and if something like this never happened, we probably never would’ve known how we felt about each other. And if you take into account our personalities in general, anything between us is bound to end in disaster. Like I said, we don’t make much sense.” I look down at the floor, unable to meet his—without a doubt—awkward sympathetic gaze.

“We don’t have to make sense! We just have to like being around each other! I’ve never felt this way with anyone before; do you know how hard it is for me to admit something like that? There’s no way to know what happens or what’ll become of any of this, but it’s not important right now. I never thought I’d be the one to say that, but it’s the truth.”

“I guess I just thought that you were too good for me. I mean, you’re a paladin of Voltron for fuck’s sake!”

Keith stays silent for a moment, smiling softly to himself as he looks down at the ground.

“Keith?” I try to recapture his attention, waving a hand in front of his face. He laughs again.

“Are you kidding? You’re practically perfect! Smart, kind, funny, a badass fighter, and god, you are so pretty.”

“I’m far from perfect, silly. Besides, that’s how I feel about you!” I feel my cheeks burning, but try my best to ignore it.

Keith closes the distance between us and gently grabs my face with both hands. Before I can think better of it, my hands find their way on top of his, keeping his touch there.

“Will you ever learn to take people for their word?” He chuckles.

I lean into his touch, and I could’ve sworn my heart was beating out of my chest in that moment.

“Probably not.” I shrugged, looking up at the paladin and giving him a sly smirk.

He rips his hands out of my grasp, my cheeks becoming cold from the sudden loss of his touch.

“Well then,” Keith is quick to sweep his leg under me, sure to catch me before I trip, laying me down gently on the floor. My breathing becomes ragged as he positions himself over me. I feel trapped, but I don’t mind it now. “I guess I’ll have to take care of that, won’t I?”

“Good luck with that.” I say nonchalantly, or at least as nonchalantly as possible. I was doting on his every breath, impatiently anticipating what his next words, movements, or touches would be.

“Thanks. Not that I needed the encouragement, but I will say it does help.”

The silence that would’ve formed between us is swiftly overthrown by my sudden gasp as Keith brings his knife back into the equation. He has it against my cheekbone, the blade is horizontal as its steely edge rests upon my skin.

“Does it turn you on that your life is in my hands?”

“I trust you.” I tell him. He would never hurt me, at least not without my consent. Despite his confidence on the battlefield, he was typically quite awkward in conversation.

“Oh, that’s sweet, you think this is about trust. I could do whatever I wanted to with you right now. You’re just my plaything and you won’t be forgetting that by the time I’m done with you.” His smirk is subtle, but it brandishes its image in my brain with hot iron.

He’s still on top of me, but he’s apprehensive, meaning I can still take control of the situation. I use the opportunity to grab him by his collar, yanking him down so his face is mere inches from mine. His dark blue, almost indigo eyes are locked into mine. He seems more vulnerable, but Keith always shields himself from others to some degree.

“Well tough shit, paladin. I don’t answer to anyone but myself.”

“Is that so?” he looks skeptical. “Well if that’s the case, then I guess I’ll be on my way out–”

“Wait!” I place my hand around the back of his neck, releasing my other hand from its grip on the collar of his shirt.

Keith eyes me, offering a quizzical hum.

“Please stay. I was just trying to be sexy and defiant! I don’t actually want you to go.”

While his expression gave no insight as to what he might be feeling, I could tell Keith was affected by my confession. I just wasn’t sure how. He was sitting up straight now, a distance created between us.

The moment was only a few seconds away from being awkward when I heard him scoff. Not only that, but that same smirk from before had returned.

“You were trying to be ‘sexy and defiant’?”

“Uh,” I swallowed hard, but not audibly. “Yeah. Those were the words I chose to say out loud.”

“I’m sure you’re wishing you’d chosen something better to say, aren’t you?” He laughed into the last word he spoke.

I nodded.

“That’s the thing about honesty,” he pauses, leaning back over me, looking directly into my eyes. “It leads to weakness.”

His words sent fire down my sternum. Feeling the cool metal of his blade return to my neck shot that heat downward, pooling in my stomach and searing against my clit.

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