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girlsworldillusion · 20 hours ago

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Scream for me little lamb

Ghostface!Aemond x Fem!Reader

Summary: You don't know him, you haven't even seen him before. Yet this cruel killer is in your mind, entangled like a parasite. For just one night you want to get rid of this feeling - to get rid of him. What's the worst that could happen?

Rated: Explicit (+18)

Dividers: @cafekitsune

Word count: 5k

Author's Note: This story contains themes that may be disturbing or triggering for some, such as: DETAILED DESCRIPTIONS OF PANIC ATTACKS, BLOOD, MURDER, OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, THREATS, AND SEX. Your health (mental and physical) should always be your priority, if any of these themes are too heavy for you to handle I beg that you ignore this post. To those who choose stay, I wish you a good read!

The reader suffers from some emotional issues. But who doesn't, right?

English is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes you may find.

Come on, it’ll be fun, she said.

You urgently need to relax, she said.

It’s just a quiet night, what’s the worst that could happen? She said.

Quiet night my ass, you think.

“Come on, pumpkin, you’re not even trying!” Your roommate scolds you, shouting too close to your ear, causing you to flinch with a uncomfortable grimace. “There’s life outside the dorms, you know? Is it really that much of a challenge to just enjoy the party?” Her pout is exaggerated enough for anyone in the room to see, even with the shitty stereoscopic lighting in the place.

“Hey, just try, okay? Smile, drink more, find someone cool to flirt with a little. I don’t know, do something other than just studying nonstop! Please try to have fun!” The liquid in the red cup clutched between your fingers nearly spills onto your clothes with the not-so-subtle push she gives you, her shrill, excited voice echoing louder and louder in your ear, managing to accomplish the impressive feat of overcoming the already criminally loud volume of the music playing on the speakers.

"Your idea of fun is very different from my idea of fun." You say, a good few decibels below her tone, grudgingly sipping another sip of your sickly sweet drink. "Ugh, this is horrible!" You wince at the syrupy, artificial taste of alcohol on your tongue, the bridge of your nose wrinkling in disgust - the exact same reaction as the last four times you've had a drink. Mako notices it too, if the wry laugh that leaves her lips is anything to go by. But what in the world is this anyway? And why in the hell do you keep drinking?

"Here I am, just trying to be a good friend by getting you out of that depressing cave you call a dorm to bring some action and joy into your life to, you know, expand your horizons, and you pay me back with complaints and boredom? That hurts, pumpkin, really hurts!" She's a total drama queen and your completely unimpressed expression makes it clear.

"Seriously, gaslighting now?" You roll your eyes so hard you think you can feel them in the back of your head.

"Don't blame a girl for trying!" She holds up her hand in a peace sign, another unrepentant smile on her lips.

You shake your head in denial.

"Anyway, I still find it really weird that they're throwing a party so soon after those students were killed." Your voice drops lower, looking out at the noisy crowd with a frown of disgust.

She snorts, knowing full well that something like this was coming.

"Look, I'm sad about what happened too. But it's okay to relax once in a while, okay? Shit, you're young, single, and hot as hell. You should be enjoying your life. We can't let some weirdo with a death god complex stop us from having the best time of our lives!" Your friend gestures wildly with the hand that isn't holding her glass, the alcohol in her system making her even more giggly and reckless than usual.

She exchanges 'Rated: M' glances with a buff guy across the room - a popular member of the football team and one of the hosts of the party, you recognize - winking provocatively as she shrugs her shoulders to show off her breasts, being completely and embarrassingly open about her naughty intentions toward him tonight.

"Come on, you can't honestly tell me you don't think any of these frat guys are good enough to eat in one bite."

There’s a hint of reprimand dancing on the tip of your tongue, an almost natural instinct to tell Mako exactly how selfish she’s being right now, insensitive even, with everything that’s happened recently. You weren’t close or even knew those students directly, it’s true. But they were still students at your college, faces you saw every day among the masses. They were people who had been around for a short time, walking and breathing. And then they weren’t anymore. Their young lives were taken away before they could know exactly what they wanted to do with their futures, who they were going to be in the grand, merciless scheme of things.

You don’t feel comfortable celebrating when there are parents at home crying over their children whose bodies have barely cooled underground.

But Mako was right about one thing.

The idea of living in daily fear of a man you had never seen in your life was draining every bit of spare energy from you. This mysterious killer had managed to disturb you, making you constantly paranoid, scared, and fearful. You spent your days looking around, suspicious of everything and everyone, with the electrifying feeling that at any moment he could jump in front of you and make you his newest victim. He even controlled your schedule. Because of him, you barely left the dorms anymore, always declining your friends' invitations with lame excuses. Not that you were a social butterfly before this, but this was a completely different level of seclusion - high even by your standards.

The thought that this man, who probably didn't even know you existed, was dictating the way you lived your own life was disturbing, to say the least.

You looked around, uncomfortable at how everyone was shouting, dancing, smoking, laughing, singing loudly - acting as if nothing had happened. As if three college friends hadn’t been brutally murdered a few days ago. It’s wrong, and your whole body screams it. It’s not respectful, it’s not safe. And yet, for some reason beyond explanation, you seem to be the only one terrified; the only one who’s actually having your life changed to avoid becoming a statistic.

And in that moment, with that realization in mind, Mako’s words make some sense. You don’t want to give this psychopath that kind of power.

“God, is sex all you think about?” That’s what you choose to say after a long pause, sighing in boredom at the nothing less than shameless winks your friend is giving the guy through her eyelashes. The guy, surrounded by his usual horde of friends who are just as scoundrels as he is, is returning Mako’s advances with double the intensity and lack of decorum; splaying a large hand over his jeans, right where the bulge of an admittedly sizable erection is, grinning at her like a mediocre porn star. Any more obvious than that and they’d be fucking right here on the floor, in front of all these people.

That, coupled with the creeping onset of a growing headache with each deafening beat of the speaker and the unstoppable chatter of the students around you, is making you more anxious than usual. The mass of bodies squeezing against each other to the rhythm of the music is so thick that you can barely tell one person from another; the smell of alcohol, shared sweat, sex, and cheap weed makes you wrinkle your nose every few minutes.

For socially stunted people like you, there were few things as overwhelming as a frat party roaring at the top of its lungs.

“Hey! Don’t blame me for this, blame those thirsty youthful hormones.” She shrugs as she speaks, tilting her head to slyly wrap the straw between her lips and suck on some more of her drink, her catlike gaze dancing indecisively between you and the guy from the football team.

You roll your eyes, but can’t help but feel a bit tinge of envy at her easy, playful attitude, the way she could just tune out her problems and enjoy the ride. She’s at home here, you notice; a natural in her habitat. This is normal for her — just another night amidst the noise and blatant flirting, playing with lewd looks that by itself carry more sexual activity than you’ve experienced in months.

Mako has always been your antithesis; bold and vibrant, seeing a bright and fun side to every situation — no matter how fucked up it was. Always trying to color the monochromatic palette of the world with the eccentric catastrophe that is her personality.

You, on the other hand…

Suffice it to say, your way of seeing the world is far less optimistic.

You pinch the bridge of your nose in exasperation for a second, already knowing that you’re going to regret your next decision.

But you were already here, right? And she said it would be fun. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to try and enjoy it.

You sigh deeply before changing your expression, looking up at an expectant and anxious Mako, practically bouncing on her feet as she awaits your decision.

"So...you think I'm hot, um? Tell me more about it." Your lips stretch into a forced smile as you awkwardly shake your hips in that stupid Sailor Moon costume she forced you to wear, trying to have even a fraction of the blissful ignorance that naturally flows from your friend. You want to enjoy the ride. Even if the base boost of the music is threatening to tear down not only the walls of the frat house, but also the ones in your skull.

Mako's loud laugh assures you that you've managed to make her happy.

It's like she said...

What's the worst that could happen?

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"No, no, no, not now..." You get your answer about two hours later, with your hands resting on the bathroom counter of a random suite upstairs, staring at your helpless reflection in the mirror.

There is some kind of purple LED in place of the conventional bulbs, flooding the entire bathroom with low lighting typical of a gaming room or something, a fact that only serves to make you even more distressed. The nuances in light and dark shades of violet almost mockingly highlight your blatant desperation in the mirror's reflection.

It is true that the intense blush on your cheeks and the bridge of your nose and the skin damp with sweat could easily be justified by those drinks and every attempt at electrifying dance and involuntary contact with countless heat bodies in the cramped party room, as well as your unstable breathing and disheveled hair.

But the way your hands are shaking violently where they’re flat on the granite, or the way your heart trapped in your ribcage seems to swell until it threatens to burst, and how your throat is tightening to the point where you’re choking on tiny, fragile wheezes…

These symptoms speak of something else…

You’re about to have a panic attack on irrefutable evidence.

God, how long has it been since you’ve had one of these? A year? Maybe longer?

It doesn’t matter. Fuck, it doesn’t matter now!

You sigh a thin, impatient sound between your teeth, the strands of hair on the side of your face trembling along with your entire body, your hand letting go of the edge of the sink to palm in anguish the space between your breasts beneath the garish purple lace of your costume — where your heart feels like it’s being crushed in a tight fist.

Could it have been the deafening beat of the music? Has your seclusion for so long left you so unprepared to deal with something like this? Or could it have been the incessant chatter of the students? Maybe the sheer number of people crammed into this godforsaken frat house that was clearly not designed to hold so many at once? Could it just be a consequence of your obsessive neurosis about him?

"97..."

You're falling. Or maybe flying?

"89..."

Floating in time and space. Deaf to anything but the terrors of your own mind. Reciting decreasing prime numbers like your therapist had taught you, a conscious effort to control and distract your collapsing nerves and the painful pounding of your heart.

"Fuck...fuck...83 -, ugh!"

Your eyes squeeze tightly together, unwilling to face your ravaged reflection in the mirror any longer, your head spinning in denial. The walls are too close, the floor too far beneath your feet, your own skin too tight around your flesh.

"79," you force the number from your lips, force your breath out in shallow puffs, cold sweat trickling down the back of your neck.

The thumping music downstairs is a bit muffled now, though the party is as lively as ever - but up here you feel your world shudder and crumble beneath your feet.

But you'll survive. You always survive.

Keep breathing...just keep breathing -

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"7..."

You've been counting prime numbers for longer than you can keep track of right now, but somewhere along the grueling hell that is imploding in your own mind, your voice has regained a bit of strength. Your fingers are also shaking less, you notice distantly.

With a pained sniff, you look up at the mirror as you feel you've regained a fraction of control of yourself, taking in the humiliating image before you.

Your gaze is dull and tired. Your nose and cheeks are redder than before, your skin sticky with sweat that's now almost dried. Your whole body still trembles slightly in the aftermath of the panic attack, and the hair around your face is messier than before from all the times you pulled it in the middle of the crisis. You're a mess, undeniably. But you feel less like shit now than you did a few minutes ago, and that should count as some kind of bittersweet victory in your book of failures.

With a tug, you pull the long white gloves off your hands to turn on the faucet, letting the water run down your cupped palms to spray a little on your face. The cold water on your overheated skin makes you sigh.

This is the kind of person you had become, isn't it? Someone incapable of going to a simple frat party without having a damn panic attack. How pathetic.

"That's it, no more parties for you, young lady." You mumble as you dry your hands and cheeks on the fluffy towel hanging next to the sink, silently praying that your shaky legs will cooperate on the walk to your dorm on the other side of campus.

Mako wouldn't much like knowing that you were already leaving, but you'd like it even less for her or any of your friends to know about your little meltdown in the upstairs bathroom. It was bad enough that you had no control over it, you didn't need to see the pity reflected in her eyes when she found out, only adding to your humiliation.

Poor little broken thing, she would think.

Maybe you could just slip away without being seen and text her when you got dorms to say you were okay, leaving her questions to deal with later. You had already handled more than you could handle tonight, she would understand eventually. Not that she would notice your absence for a while, busy as she was swapping saliva and other bodily fluids with that guy.

Your phone vibrates abruptly on the counter and you jump at the unexpected noise, blinking rapidly at the letters on the screen.

Unknown Number.

With a eye roll and a still-racing heartbeat, you decide to just ignore the call, as you usually do every time an 'unknown number' pops up. Honestly, who still makes calls these days when you have a messaging app that works just fine, thank you very much? But whoever is behind that call doesn't feel the same way, and soon your iPhone's screen flashes again, bright as a beacon in the purple bathroom lighting, the device moving a few inches across the counter with the vibrations. You sigh and ignore it once more until you're done, but it vibrates again on a third try. And a fourth, when the last one doesn't work.

On the fifth try, you pick up your phone and answer with an exasperated huff, summing up your mood perfectly.

"Hello?"

The person on the other end of the line has the audacity to let out a sigh of relief - dramatic even, you might say, upon hearing your voice.

"There she is. For a moment there I thought you weren't going to answer, princess." The voice that greets you is soft, laughing, a satisfied and calm masculine purr.

"I tried. What do you want?" You answer sullenly, not in the mood to deal with this probable pervert who has nothing better to do with his life than to disturb random people late at night. You were never the brightest star when it came to social chess, and you certainly wouldn't start being so soon after your first panic attack after so long without any episodes. You were out of practice. Your head throbs, your nerves are frayed, your voice is fragile, the muscles in your body ache from the time you spent tense and trembling during the crisis. You just want to go bed.

"Easy now, little girl. I just want to know if you're okay." He hums, oblivious to your irritation.

You know he clearly hears the disdainful snort that leaves your lips. Before you can respond, however, he continues with the sentence that would change your life forever.

"That was really bad...are you sure you're better now?"

You blink at the mirror, your brows furrowed in irritation and headache. You know you should just end the call, not entertain any malicious intentions from this stranger. Yet, you find yourself answering before you even realize it.

"What are you talking about?"

"Your panic attack, love. That was a big one, hm? I thought it would never end." He hums nonchalantly, as if discussing his favorite ice cream flavor, and you part your lips at your reflection, a warning shiver settling at the base of your neck and slowly making its way down your spine.

"Um," you swallow uncomfortably, subtly glancing up at the walls and tight corners of the bathroom, looking for possible openings or hidden cameras. You had the bad luck to walk into some weird, perverted frat nerd's room, is that it? "So you're at the party too. Having fun time?" You shrug in the mirror, trying to sound blasé about what he said, but your voice is noticeably shakier than you’d like.

There’s no reason to be nervous, you try to reason with yourself when your visual scan doesn’t point to any apparent cameras. This guy probably just saw you hurrying up the stairs and is curious about your delay in returning to the party, that’s all. Although it’s still weird, since you made sure to hide in the privacy of the bathroom before your meltdown was actually noticeable to any prying eyes.

And how the hell did he have your number anyway?

"Oh yeah. Having a great time." The man answers, the lightheartedness in his voice fading to a deeper, darker tone at the end, though the smile in his voice is clear - mocking, even through the call line.

"By the way, I loved your costume. Which Sailor are you?" He prompts, returning to his airy tone, and you entertain once again the urge to just hang up on him, your already severely damaged nerves not quite able to handle the load of honest, and pointless, curiosity in the stranger's husky voice. The abrupt change in intonation makes your headache throb more by the second.

"Uh, Sailor...Mars...I guess?" You shrug, unsure why exactly you bother answering, the tip of your index and middle finger on your other hand coming up to massage your temple in slow circles, eyelashes resting on the top of your cheeks as you squint tiredly. Honestly, you're not sure if your answer is right. Having barely time (or interest, to be honest) to assess the costume before tonight - when it was shoved rudely in your face by a Mako determined to bring you to this party. You don't trust your knowledge of Sailor Moon, or any anime for that matter, to confidently answer the man's question. But...yeah...you think you might be right.

"It looks so cute on you, sweetie." He purrs on the other side; sickeningly sweet, sweet as molasses. And that's what makes you straighten up in front of the mirror - his voice suddenly sweet. Your eyes become fixed, a small hitch in your breath; suspended, alert, waiting for his next words. "I've thought so since you arrived at the party. So cute and so fucking pretty. Tiny and pretty in that silly costume."

"W-what? Who's...?" You swallow uncomfortably, but he interrupts you.

"So pretty, and so lonely too. Always lonely, aren't you sweet girl?" The way he says it, confident and calm, as if he’s absolutely certain of what he’s saying, as if he knows you. You squirm, agitated and raw, but you clench your fist at your side.

“And how would you know that?” You want to sound sharp, but you know your voice betrays how much he’s upsetting you.

“Oh, I can see that, princess.” He breathes, followed by a low hum, stretching out an enigmatic pause until your fingers are trembling around the phone. “I see how you’re always alone; misfit and scared, like a little deer hiding from the glare of headlights to avoid being caught. Isn’t that what you do, love? Trying everything to get away from that airheaded friend of yours and others equally idiotic, burying your nose in some book in the quietest part of the library so you don’t have to talk to anyone. Your hiding place, isn’t it?” He laughs with clear disdain and you feel your vision blurring, the discomfort in your stomach worsening with each word he utters.

But he doesn't stop there.

"I see how those beautiful eyes are always brimming with emotions, emotions that you deliberately refuse to share with anyone, no matter how much they insist that you open up. It's interesting how you have social options, but you choose solitude every single time. Not that that's a complaint, of course. Solitude suits you well, sweet thing."

Your breathing is faster now, loud enough for the stranger on the other side to hear, but you don't care about that. All you can think about is the information the man spewed into your ear.

He knows where you retreat to escape the incessant noise of the world around you, he knows the walls you've built around yourself, the emotional blockage in opening up to anyone - your complete unwillingness to do so. He’s not just talking about the color of clothes that you usually wear around campus — a quirk that anyone could notice and use to scare you at a time like this. No, it’s not that simple. He’s talking about intimate things, about feelings; things that only someone who lives with you could say.

The thing is, you’re not an idiot. A self-imposed hermit with anxiety issues? Of course yes. But not an idiot. You understand enough about human psychology to know that every word that comes out of this stranger’s mouth is a threat cloaked in a teasing, sugar-coated tone. And the fact that he’s telling you personal things isn’t coming from some bizarre attempt to initiate a social interaction with you, but a demonstration that he knows exactly who you are. The game is blatantly in his favor, because he knows you, but you have no idea who he is. He holds the power here, and he’s making that clear to you.

"Are you okay there, princess? You've gone so quiet on me sudden." His voice snaps you out of your trance once more, eyes flickering rapidly to your horrified reflection in the mirror.

"W-who are you, a fucking stalker? How the hell do you know this things about me?" He laughs at the false bravado in your voice, your discomfort obvious and clear to him, no matter how much you don't want it to be.

"Nah, more like a secret admirer, I'd say." He answers you matter of factly, the acidic smile on his lips bleeding through the line. "Secret not for long, of course." There's a hint of suspense in it, something ominous that lingers in the silence that follows, as if he's purposefully fermenting you in his dark insinuation.

That's it, you need to hang up.

"Don't call me again or I swear I'll report you to the police, idiot." You threaten with a venomous sigh. A bluff, of course. There was no way you could make a minimally consistent complaint when you not only had no information about who this crazy man could be, but there wasn't even a real number registered for that call that could serve as evidence in a future police report. Unknown Number, that was all you had to work with. He knew that too, judging by the amused laughter buzzing on the other side of the line. You still hear it clearly when you pull the phone away from your ear to click the red icon on the screen, ending the call.

You're shaking when you look up at your reflection in the mirror, the woman in front of you staring at you with wide eyes and a scared face, the rush of raw adrenaline in your veins making your body vibrate like a power cable.

She said it would be fun.

Mako said it would be fun.

You shouldn't be here tonight if it weren't for that damned promise.

The prospect of change wasn't appealing to you; safety was appealing. Habits and routine were appealing. Habits and routine kept you healthy, safe. Nothing outlandish ever happened in your life, and you almost preferred it that way — if there were no surprises, there would be no disappointments, no risks, no panic attacks.

You weren’t supposed to be here tonight, and there was no other explanation than the folish notion that some cosmic misalignment had occurred and you were stuck right in the middle of an anomaly.

You try to take a deep breath, the discomfort in your chest indicating a possible second wave of panic approaching. No, no, not again. You just want to leave, you want to get out of this damn house and back to the safe confines of your dorm room before any more horribly improbable things happen to you tonight.

Rationally, you know that leaving the bathroom doesn’t seem like the most sensible option, especially when the stranger on the phone has offered you clues that he’s lurking outside. But all your scared, adrenaline-fueled mind can process at the moment is the urgent desire to get away from this place as quickly as possible. And that’s why you take one last deep breath, offering one more look at the forlorn woman in the mirror before quickly grabbing your gloves from the counter and turning to open the bathroom door, walking out without looking up as you unlock your phone with trembling fingers to text Mako.

"Ouch!" You gasp as you hit your forehead on something solid as soon as you step out, your phone dancing between your hands with the impact until it falls to the floor with a loud thud, along with your white gloves. Your instinctive reaction is to bend down to pick it up, already fearing possible damage to the screen, a damage that you certainly couldn't pay at the moment, but the tip of a black boot immediately appears in your line of vision, kicking your phone into the bathroom with a rough blow.

"Hey, what's your problem?!" You growl, looking up, your neck craning to glare at the rude idiot in front of you.

However, the indignation dies on your tongue and your heart sinks in your chest when the empty eyes of a masked figure stare back at you.

It's a costume party, of course, and the guy is in costume. There's nothing really suspicious about it. Nothing you should think twice about.

But when your eyes slide to what he holds between his fingers; the blade of an intimidatingly large kitchen knife, dripping thick liquid in fat crimson drops onto the floor, the smell is ferrous and acrid and so unmistakable; so strong that not even the smell of cheap weed and wet sex that seems to be embedded in every square inch of this frat house is enough to cover up that odor. Blood. Human blood. Dripping and heated.

And you just know.

You know it's him.

God knows how many days (fucking weeks) your hyperfocus has been on this man. The search bar of your browser and social media was full of questions about him, hunting like a detective in the safe solitude of your dorm room, eagerly searching for any clues to his identity. Nothing but "tall masked man" was what you came up with, no matter how hard you tried. His victims didn't live to tell the tale and the few, rare glimpses of him were too vague to confirm anything.

It’s insane the idea that you could tell it was him when there was barely any information about who he might be or what he looked like, but you know — you just know.

He stands there, relaxed and unfazed as you study him with growing horror, as if it were the natural thing to do — as if he’d been waiting all along for you to open the door so he could enter. And then the masked figure takes a casual step into the bathroom, the easy confidence in this simple act foreshadowing his ease in overpowering his victims.

You swallow hard, backing away slowly as you lock eyes with the killer’s empty mask holes. The notion that there’s no way out of the room becoming painfully obvious to you. The man takes up the entire space of the exit; the width of his shoulders spanning almost from one side of the doorframe to the other, his long legs slightly apart to fill any gaps.

The only way out of here would be if you stepped over him; and that wasn’t going to happen.

So much for a fun night.

(Part II in progress, if you are interested.)

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #ewan mitchell #hotd #hotd season 2 #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen smut #prince aemond #aemond imagine #ghostface #panic attack #triggers #ghostface x reader #ghostface x you #aemond x fem!reader #aemond x reader #scream

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slaaverin · 1 day ago

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You’re post was exactly my reaction!

There is something about the way Jimin wrote this one, that feels inherently different, more open?

I suppose we don’t know their exact living situation, how many others are with them etc, but the image conjured of them laying in bed at night talking about their hopes, dreams and fears is so endearing. I know they’ve spoken about odd things here and there, but there is something about Jimin indicating they do this together that is striking. Akin to him saying to Joonie that he and JK have deep conversations about music, it’s some sort of insight into what they speak about, serious things, not just mundane, and we don’t get to actually see this ever, not even in the show.

We know they enlisted together for a reason, although not fully shared with us, no hint other than reassurance, but the fact they did, the fact they did the show and we got to watch that, the documentaries (x3) and the book, all these things inexplicably link one to the other….

To have Jimin write his thoughts. Their conversations so beautifully stated in a letter, to let us in a tiny bit. A glimpse into their thoughts at this current time, is exciting. It shows of potential plans, of comebacks and music. (Praying for a subunit with you).

Why do I get a feeling, an energy from this? Do you feel it?

Anon, we're speaking the same language.

I feel a major energy from this letter.

You can see that Jimin chose his words with a lot of care and thinking into it.

Of course we've seen jikook talking before for example in AYS.

Yet in AYS we didn't see what they truly talked about in those lost hours, when the camera was off, the very personal conversations.

Just imagining the both of them talking when the lights are low, before sleeping, just the two of them having real and serious conversations about their future, it holds something meaningful.

The fact that Jimin is talking to us about it so openly? Even if not in details, the basic outline, it feels huge. Because Jimin has always been about privacy, especially in the recent years.

The fact he comes back after so much time being silent and just delivers suddenly something so personal, IT BLOWS MY FUCKING MIND.

It's not just mere words, it holds importance for him & for Jungkook.

This is probably a huge part of their future they are talking about, with many aspects we don't even know.

I agree with you, the image is striking. What I precisely imagine is the both of them lying on their beds, facing each other while other people go about their business, talking between themselves. "The quiet time" before bed where they can go on their phone and such. I think other people are not focused on them while they have their discussions. I think it makes sense?

Ahhh it feels intrusive just thinking about it.

"we've been talking a lot about what we need to prepare before that moment arrives, what kind of image we want to show, and what kind of lives we will live moving forward."

They are not just talking about the group here. They are also talking in a personal way. Because "life" encapsulates everything, Jimin & Jungkook as performers, Jimin & Jungkook as humans, but also Jimin & Jungkook as a couple.

My inner voice tells me that Jimin knows we would understand this.

It feels so deliberate.

So yeah I'm getting a major vibe from this letter and I think that's why I've been freaking out so much about it.

But maybe we're projecting? You know what every time I tell myself that jikook just prove every time that we're right. So I won't bother.

I agree with you, everything fits in this great jikook puzzle. I think it's safe to say now that the situation must be at least close to what we imagine it to be. Because the events of these past years only gave us reassurance and pointed out to exactly this. I think we need to trust our guts.

I will feel dizzy if I think about the potentials too much, so many fun things could come about. I'm very interested on what kind of person they want to be and what part of themselves they will show.

I'm filled with questions and I can't wait for them to answer.

The whole thing feels exhilirating and stomach turning.

I'm giddy to be honest.

So happy to be here to share this next chapter with all of you, I think we're gonna be in for a lot of surprises.

I don't know, but I think we're not the only two feeling this from this letter, tell me if I'm wrong.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts 💜🫂

#jikook #kookmin #jimin #jungkook #ask #jimin's letter

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stxrsniolo · 23 hours ago

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︶︶﹒earn it ⠀ 𓇼

𝐀𝐄𝐆★𝐍'𝐒 warning : in this teeny tiny one-shot, i'm going to focus on writing how our beloved soft dom!Matt makes brat sub!reader work to earn the dress she so desired.

the mall was bustling, a saturday afternoon spectacle of consumerism, but all matt could see was y/n, dragging him through the crowd with that look in her eye. they'd just wrapped up a day of vlogging with his brothers, and now it was time for some private fun.

y/n's gaze caught on a dress in a boutique, a seductive number made of lace and silk, the kind that whispered promises of nights to remember. "matt, look at this! It's screaming my name," she said, her voice a mix of childish demand and genuine excitement.

matt glanced at the price tag, but his concern wasn't the cost; it was the game they were about to play. "it's definitely ya," he agreed, his boston accent making the words sound like a personal promise, "but ya gonna have to earn it, little brat."

she pouted, her eyes challenging yet playful. "how do i earn it, huh?"

"by being a good girl," he whispered, pulling her close, his voice low and teasing, "by showing me just how much ya appreciate what i do for ya."

they made their way back to his car in a secluded part of the parking lot. once inside, the atmosphere shifted, charged with their playful tension.

he kissed her, a kiss full of promises, then guided her to the backseat, where privacy was just enough.

"now, show me how good ya can be," he murmured, his fingers already working on her clothes, unbuttoning her shirt with a teasing slowness, his hands gentle but with intent.

"yes," she replied, her voice dripping with anticipation, her bratty facade slipping into eager submission.

he stripped her down, each piece of clothing removed with a playful comment or a gentle bite, his eyes never leaving hers, filled with desire but also a soft, guiding dominance. "look at ya, so eager to please," he praised, his voice a caress, his hands roaming over her now bare skin.

he positioned himself, his hands spreading her legs, his fingers finding her already slick with want. "you like when i take control, don't ya?" he asked, his fingers teasing her entrance, circling, dipping in just enough to make her squirm.

"please, matt, i need more," she whined, her body already arching into his touch.

"patience, love," he said, his voice sweet yet commanding, his fingers now thrusting into her with purpose, curling to hit that spot inside that made her gasp. "you feel so fucking good around my fingers, babe."

y/n moaned, her hips moving to meet his hand, her attitude dissolving into pure need. "please, let me come," she pleaded, her voice a mix of desire and desperation.

"not yet," he whispered, his thumb finding her clit, circling it in sync with his fingers inside her. "you only come when i say so."

he leaned down, his tongue joining the fray, licking, sucking, driving her wild. "you taste divine," he murmured against her, his breath hot on her sensitive flesh, his words as much a part of her arousal as his touch.

she was writhing under him, her moans filling the car, a symphony of need. he brought her close, then slowed, teasing her, making each second count. "you're mine, aren't ya?" he asked, his voice thick with desire, his eyes dark with lust yet soft with love.

"all yours," she gasped out, her body trembling with the effort to hold back.

"then come for me, show me how much ya want that dress," he commanded, his movements now relentless, his fingers and tongue working her into a frenzy. she came with a cry, her body shaking, the pleasure overwhelming, her release like a wave crashing over her.

as she came down, he kissed his way up her body, each kiss a reward for her obedience. "you did so well, love," he murmured, his hands soothing her, his touch gentle now, the dominance giving way to pure affection.

"thank you, babe," she said, her voice soft, the bratty edge replaced by gratitude.

he smiled, helping her dress, the playful game now over, but the bond between them stronger. "now, let's go get ya that dress," he said, his voice filled with pride.

they walked back into the mall hand in hand, y/n now buzzing with a different kind of excitement. at the boutique, matt didn't hesitate, pulling out his wallet with a flourish. "ya earned it," he said, his eyes sparkling with affection as the sales associate wrapped up the dress.

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seitmai · 3 days ago

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Oh man so many thoughts (very late but I'm trying🥲)

"You feeling okay? How's Nugget Part Deux?" "We're exhausted. Rose is the only one with energy right now."

Nugget Part Deux, that's so cute🥹🥰

A sardonic laugh almost burst from his lips. "Baby Girl, I worry about you and Rosie and the new baby constantly. Okay? Nonstop. But we can't go back now. You're already almost in the second trimester. Hey," he said, swallowing hard as you finally turned and looked at him. He held Rose just a little tighter as he whispered, "We're married. We're happy, right? You're not actually thinking about ending your pregnancy, are you?" "No," you replied quickly, shaking your head. Bradley desperately wanted to know if there was some way he could make this easier for you, because he didn't want you to resent what was happening. But you just started crying as you shrugged again. "I just feel like our timing is terrible. And I know I have to start telling people, because I'm already showing a little bit, but I'm just so frustrated, Bradley."

I truly get the frustration...

He never dreamed the two of you would go from trying for months to get pregnant with Rose to being frustrated about a second pregnancy, but here you were. "I realize you've got to do most of the work right now, but when I tell you that I want another baby and that I'm excited about this, I mean it." "I know!" you whispered quickly. "I know." You swiped at your tears before wrapping your arms around him and Rose.

A family group hug is what she needed in that moment 🫶🏻

"Is something else bothering you?" he murmured when your cheek came to rest on his bicep. He couldn't imagine what else could be the matter, but he needed to make sure.

This is your chance!!

Your parents broke out into twin grins. "I'm assuming this was a surprise to the two of you?" your dad asked. When you nodded silently, he added, "A happy surprise at least! Congratulations. You're about to have your hands very full."

Not them being called out on the surprise lmao

"It's a good thing we're moving!" your mom practically shrieked. "Two under two! Two babies! What if you have twins?" "We're not," Bradley replied. Then he froze. "It's not twins. Right, Sweetheart?" Now he was a little scared as you turned to look at him and laugh. His shoulders sagged in relief. "I mean, the more the merrier, but that would be a lot."

Ahaha the panic

"Lieutenant Commander Mustache is working with some high fucking quality goods, huh?" Cam marveled, shaking his head slowly in reverence. "Congratulations."

This cracked me up haha

Your thumb ran along the top of your leggings as you started to cry. You needed to pull yourself together. Did you cry this much with Rose? Did everything make you feel like you looked disgusting? Eventually you dozed for about an hour before the sound of the front door closing jolted you awake. Rose started screaming, probably hungry after being out for so long. You rolled out of bed, avoiding your reflection in the mirror at all costs, and went to meet them in the kitchen.

🥺🥺🥺

The idea of going out and pretending that you were drinking alcohol was too much to handle. Even if you could find someone to watch Rose, it didn't sound like a fun time. He glanced up and said, "I don't want to go without you."

Right answer on Bradley's part

You rolled your eyes as Rose switched to your other side. It was easy to feel better about things when it was just the three of you at home. You looked at your husband as he ate an apple in four bites and convinced yourself he would never do anything to hurt you. Then he drank half a beer and belched while he adjusted his junk, and you thought perhaps nobody else would want to deal with him anyway. "What do you mean where?" he scoffed, tugging again. "To take a shower with me while Rose naps. Where else?" "Right there," you whispered, and he closed his eyes. Your heart beat in your ears, an undeniably excited rhythm. "I can't wait to feel it, too," he murmured, his cheek coming to rest against his hand. "You couldn't feel Rose this early."

🥰🥰🥰

"Sounds good." He kissed you before unbuckling and leaning into the backseat to kiss his daughter. He was still shocked and in a mild daze over the baby moving during the shower. He wanted to feel those kicks against his palm, and now he'd be all over you in the upcoming weeks, looking for his chance.

He is obsessed 🥰

"I have to run," Bradley announced, dropping his cue into Jake's hand. "You're so fucking whipped," Jake drawled. "Get out of here and knock your wife up again.... oh, wait."

🤭🤭🤭

"Oh, sorry," he grunted, nearly plowing over someone in his rush to get to the parking lot. Then Nat burst through the door, movements slowing when she met his eyes. "You left your phone on the pool table." She tossed it to him, coordination pretty good for how much she'd had to drink. She started backing up toward the door as she said, "You better go home with your pregnant wife!" Bradley smiled at his friend, but he could feel Indigo's eyes on him as he stepped off the deck toward the parking lot. And there you were, standing in the first aisle with your back against the red Bronco. Your lips were set in a firm line, and Bradley was about to make it his personal mission to kiss away that expression.

Fucking Indigo

"Baby Girl," he moaned next to your ear. "Let's go home. Maybe we can get in bed and snuggle while I try to feel the baby move? Or you could let me finish what we started in the shower? I'm already so wound up."

Jake is not wrong, he is so whipped

Aim for the Sky Part 31 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Everything starts to get very real once you're able to feel the baby move. It's time to share the news of your second pregnancy with family and friends, but it's hard to feel elated when Bradley starts showing attention to one of his pilots after work hours.

Warnings: Angst, adult language, body image, DILF Roo, oral sex, pregnancy topics, mentions abortion, lactation kink, jealousy, drinking

Length: 3600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

If you weren't pregnant and exhausted, Bradley would have been concerned by how quiet you were. You seemed to need a nap as soon as you got home from work, and then you wanted to go to bed right after Rose went down in her crib each evening. When he got home quite late on Friday after working on some transfer paperwork for several hours, he was surprised to find that you seemed a little more upbeat than usual.

"Hey, Roo."

You were wearing a pair of his gym shorts while you made dinner. The house smelled delicious, and his stomach started growling as soon as he walked inside. He picked Rose up from her playmat, taking her into the kitchen as he smothered her in kisses before transferring them to you.

"You feeling okay? How's Nugget Part Deux?"

"We're exhausted. Rose is the only one with energy right now."

He supposed that was better than you telling him you couldn't stop throwing up. So far, baby number two seemed to be giving you less grief when it came to eating. "We can nap all weekend," he promised. "How was your day?"

"Pretty good," you told him with a shrug. "How was your day?"

He glanced out the back door at the enormous jungle gym, eyeing it up as an option for him and Rose to play after dinner. "Just busy. Everyone keeps me on my toes all day long. These pilots are really talented."

You seemed to wrinkle your nose at his words, staring at the food cooking on the stove as you muttered, "I'll bet they are."

Rose seemed keen on the idea of the backyard, so he kissed her soft cheek. "Yeah, I can barely keep up with them in the air, but don't tell them that. I've got my head on a swivel the whole time. Indigo and Rex nearly took me out today, and I had to go into a dive. And starting on Monday, I'm going to give myself some extra office hours to stay on top of my paperwork."

Instead of responding about his day, you started to dish out the food onto two plates with your back turned to him. "After we eat, I need to call my parents before it's too late. They're putting their house on the market next week, and I think I'm just going to tell them I'm pregnant and get it over with. I've put it off long enough."

Bradley's brow creased. "They'll be excited though. Right? I mean, maybe not as excited as me, but still excited."

You shrugged again, and he thought he might lose his mind if you kept doing it. "Aren't you at least a little worried there could be some sort of complications from having them so close together?"

"No," you replied quickly, shaking your head. Bradley desperately wanted to know if there was some way he could make this easier for you, because he didn't want you to resent what was happening. But you just started crying as you shrugged again. "I just feel like our timing is terrible. And I know I have to start telling people, because I'm already showing a little bit, but I'm just so frustrated, Bradley."

"I know!" you whispered quickly. "I know." You swiped at your tears before wrapping your arms around him and Rose.

"Is something else bothering you?" he murmured when your cheek came to rest on his bicep. He couldn't imagine what else could be the matter, but he needed to make sure.

You were silent for a few beats before whispering, "I'm fine. Let's facetime my parents."

For how excited your mom was to move to California, she didn't seem to notice that your eyes looked like you'd been crying. She kept talking about selling their furniture and packing everything up. She mentioned how much she wanted to see Rose in person as she fussed over her on the video call. Just as she was starting to discuss their new house in Coronado that would make them his neighbors, Bradley heard you blurt out, "I'm pregnant."

Your parents both looked stunned on the other end of the call. "You're pregnant," your mom said, eyes drifting back to Rose in Bradley's arms. "Already?"

Now both parents were staring at Bradley as he said, "Yeah... due in April."

"April Fool's Day," you said softly.

"It's a good thing we're moving!" your mom practically shrieked. "Two under two! Two babies! What if you have twins?"

"We're not," Bradley replied. Then he froze. "It's not twins. Right, Sweetheart?" Now he was a little scared as you turned to look at him and laugh.

"There was just one heartbeat, Roo. Just one."

His shoulders sagged in relief. "I mean, the more the merrier, but that would be a lot."

He let Rose nap against his chest while he rubbed circles against your lower back, and soon enough, your parents were ending the call with the promise that they would be in Coronado for Christmas. "We'll either be living there by then or we'll fly out for the holiday if our house here hasn't sold yet."

Everything sounded good to Bradley, and five minutes after the call ended, you fell asleep on him, too.

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When you fell asleep on Cam's shoulder at brunch on Sunday, you figured it was time to tell him and Maria what was going on.

"I'm pregnant. Again."

Maria jumped out of her seat to cram into the opposite of the booth, sandwiching you between her and Cam. "Damn, girl! You've wasted no time!"

"Lieutenant Commander Mustache is working with some high fucking quality goods, huh?" Cam marveled, shaking his head slowly in reverence. "Congratulations."

"Thanks," you whispered, voice harsh and near tears. You had no control over your emotions. This was just like when you were pregnant with Rose, but with less vomiting and more fatigue. Everything made you upset enough that you wanted to cry or angry enough that you wanted to kick down a door. Including your husband.

You answered Cam and Maria's questions as you thought about that woman you'd seen around base with Bradley a few times. They were never alone, always part of a larger group, but you didn't like how she looked at him. And you didn't want to mention it to him, because you knew how ridiculous it was going to sound.

"Hey, I'm really tired," you eventually told your friends. "Do this again in two weeks?" You wanted to go home and nap while Bradley still had Rose out for a walk along the beach. You just wanted to be alone.

"Of course," Maria promised. "I'll text Bob to come pick me up, but you two can go on ahead."

"I'll wait with you," Cam told her, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

You made your way out and went home, leaning against the front door in relief when you found the house completely empty. Even Tramp and his yellow leash were gone. You ran to bed, curled up under the covers, and cradled your hand against your belly. It was impossible to tell if you had a baby bump, or if you were still chubby from last time.

Bradley was trying to bounce Rose to keep her quiet, but you yanked your shirt off and reached for her. "Sorry," he muttered as your daughter latched on to eat as soon as she was touching you. "I tried."

"It's okay."

You fed one baby while you considered that her younger sibling was growing inside you, and for once, you couldn't figure out if you wanted to laugh or cry.

While she ate, Bradley looked at his phone and groaned. "Nat wants us to go to the Hard Deck tonight."

The idea of going out and pretending that you were drinking alcohol was too much to handle. Even if you could find someone to watch Rose, it didn't sound like a fun time.

"You go," you told him.

He glanced up and said, "I don't want to go without you."

A smile graced your lips as you told him, "Just go for one drink with your best friend. I'll drop you off and pick you up. You can tell her I'm pregnant if you want to."

"Really?" he asked, perking up like Tramp did when presented with a treat.

"Yeah. I told Maria and Cam earlier. I actually fell asleep on his shoulder in the booth, and when I woke up, they were both gaping at me. I figured I needed to say something."

Bradley snorted. "What did they have to say about Bradshaw Baby number two?"

"Cam is under the impression that you are working with some high quality equipment."

He burst into laughter. "I mean..."

"I'll text Nat back. Then I'll pull the weeds around the playset while I decide what I'm doing about the bar."

You let Rose take a nap, but now that you'd also had one, you felt a little restless. Even after you did a few chores, including looking at items for a second baby nursery online, you wanted to get out of the house again. When Bradley came inside, stripping his sweaty shirt over his head, he said, "One drink. Don't leave me there too long, okay?"

"Is Jake going, too? Maybe I'll see if Cat and Jer are home and want visitors."

"That's a great idea," he replied, taking your hand when he walked past. When he gave you a little tug, you didn't move. "You coming?" he asked, clearly puzzled.

"Where?"

"What do you mean where?" he scoffed, tugging again. "To take a shower with me while Rose naps. Where else?"

It was hard to think about anything when your husband was on his knees in front of you, steamy water swirling around his tattooed bicep while his hands pinned you to the tile wall. But it was especially hard to focus on anything other than the feel of his mouth on your body. The scrape of his mustache. The pull of his lips. Soft and demanding and needy.

"Roo," you gasped, lungs full of the humid air, sucking in deep breaths as he looked up at you.

"God, Baby Girl," he rasped, thumb teasing your dainty rooster tattoo. "I'm so spoiled. Your tits look so pretty, and your belly will be big again soon."

You let your fingers drag through his wet curls, pushing them back from his forehead while he kissed the spot where you felt so tender as the baby grew.

"Roo!" you gasped, your hands both flying to your belly. "The baby! I can feel the baby moving!"

"Shit, really?"

His eyes were wide, alert with anticipation as you moved his palm to the spot where you could feel squirming. He eased himself closer on his knees, the shower hitting both of you with warm spray while he let you guide him. You felt it again, just another squirm as you pressed his palm harder to your belly.

"Right there," you whispered, and he closed his eyes. Your heart beat in your ears, an undeniably excited rhythm.

"I can't wait to feel it, too," he murmured, his cheek coming to rest against his hand. "You couldn't feel Rose this early."

"No," you agreed, watching your husband fall even more in love with the unborn baby. "Maybe another week or two and they'll be big enough for you to feel it." You played with his hair, letting him stay put until the water started to get cold.

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"I'll pick you up in a little while," you informed Bradley when you pulled into the parking lot at the Hard Deck. "Jake is already here, so I'll take Rose to hang out with Cat and Jer for a bit."

"Have fun," you called before pulling away in your Bronco, but going to the bar to hang out without you was not his idea of a great night. He decided he'd just wait and see how the evening progressed before making a decision about telling Nat about the pregnancy. He smiled as he wondered how long it would be until you had to start wearing the maternity tent to work again.

"There you are!" shouted Nat when he walked past the bar, waving to Penny. "We're about to play pairs. You're with Hangman. Rack 'em, Rooster."

Bradley sighed and took the pool cue as she thrust it into his hand. "Can't I get a beer first?"

She turned and shouted, "Hey, Coyote! Get Rooster one!"

Javy saluted him from the bar as Bradley nodded and settled in to start the game. He and Jake wouldn't even have to try too hard to beat Nat and Reuben, but as he got into the groove of things, he realized he was having a pretty good time.

"You want another?" Jake asked him, and soon one beer turned into three. Bradley ended up buying the fourth round for his friends when Mickey arrived. He had enough in his system to not give a shit when Jake started ribbing on him for his new position at work.

"The way your students all jump to attention when they see you has got to be the funniest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life," he drawled, and Bradley nudged his foot, making him miss his shot.

"I'm still in shock that Cat agreed to marry you," Bradley replied before taking a sip of beer.

Jake rolled his eyes. "I'm surprised Angel let you get her pregnant. Shocked the baby didn't come out with a mustache."

Nat was cackling while Bradley snorted. "She's pregnant again." The words slipped out, but they felt too fucking good on his tongue, just like your body had in the shower.

"What?!"

He was instantly surrounded by his friends while Nat wrapped him up in a hug. "Are you serious? Another one so soon?" she asked with a suspicious looking smirk.

"Yeah," he replied, letting her squeeze him until he thought she might displace a rib. "Apparently I'm working with some high quality equipment."

"Ew!" Nat shrieked, letting go of him while Jake shook his hand.

"Poor Angel," he drawled. "She'll have another little Bradshaw on the loose soon."

"Whiskey shots on me," Reuben said, slapping Bradley hard on the back.

"Thanks, man," he replied while conversation about the baby settled to a normal volume. He drank his shot of whiskey, and that's when he realized he was actually kind of drunk.

The game of pool wore on, but nobody seemed to be keeping track of who won. So he kept going until his phone vibrated in his jeans pocket.

Baby Girl Bradshaw: I'm almost there. Rose fell asleep.

"I have to run," Bradley announced, dropping his cue into Jake's hand.

"You're so fucking whipped," Jake drawled. "Get out of here and knock your wife up again.... oh, wait."

Bradley gave him and everyone else double middle fingers behind his back as he walked toward the exit. He was tired and warm and buzzed, and he wanted to curl up next to you in bed and kiss the back of your neck. And maybe you'd let him look at your gorgeous tits. Maybe if he was really good, you'd let him taste you. The evening air hit his body, igniting so much need in him.

"Oh, sorry," he grunted, nearly plowing over someone in his rush to get to the parking lot.

"Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw," came a now familiar voice. Blue eyes flashed up at him along with a smile that kept growing.

Indigo was dressed in street clothes, but he tried not to take notice as he nodded. "I knew you'd find The Hard Deck without my help."

She laughed, bright and clear as he tried to step past her. "Don't tell me you're leaving for the night."

A little pout found her lips, and Bradley nodded. "Yeah. It's getting late for a Sunday."

"Come on," she whined, the back of her hand brushing his as he made his way around her. "Let me buy you one drink."

His mind was still gooey with thoughts of taking you to bed as he shook his head. "Thanks, but I really need to go. Enjoy your night."

Then Nat burst through the door, movements slowing when she met his eyes. "You left your phone on the pool table." She tossed it to him, coordination pretty good for how much she'd had to drink. She started backing up toward the door as she said, "You better go home with your pregnant wife!"

Bradley smiled at his friend, but he could feel Indigo's eyes on him as he stepped off the deck toward the parking lot. And there you were, standing in the first aisle with your back against the red Bronco. Your lips were set in a firm line, and Bradley was about to make it his personal mission to kiss away that expression.

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That younger woman was here with him. You'd seen her around base plenty of times lately, but now she was here. At the Hard Deck. At your favorite bar in your neighborhood. She was with your husband at the bar. They were already standing there together when you drove up and parked.

"Who is that woman?" you snapped at Bradley who was clearly drunk. His hands were all over your waist and hips as soon as he reached you.

"Hey, Sweetheart." His voice was deep and sexy, and you wanted nothing more than to melt into him, but she was still staring you down.

"Who. Is. She?" you hissed, your eyes starting to burn with unshed tears as you stared back. Bradley was kissing your neck now as the woman finally turned and went inside the bar. You already knew who she was. You were sure of it. You'd heard him use her call sign countless times, but you wanted him to say it now. "Bradley!"

"Huh?" he grunted, meeting your eyes.

"Who is that woman you were just with?"

"Natasha?" he asked, and you wanted to scream.

"The other woman, Bradley."

"Oh. That's Indigo."

Your heart sank as soon as he confirmed it for you, but he didn't seem to notice or care that you suddenly felt like your skin was on fire. That woman who was still so fresh out of flight school was already a top pilot, and she was beautiful, and she wanted your husband.

You opened the passenger side door for him, slamming it shut as soon as he was inside. You glared at the entrance to the Hard Deck before heading around the Bronco to drive him home.

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hemi-demi · 1 day ago

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the last chapter of the oathbreaker was just AAAHAGDISVAHABHAHSVRHHSBSHHW

i loved it so much. are you planning on doing more martin pov in next chapters? that bit from him at the end was particularly fun to read for me. i love hearing his thoughts plus his conflict about his vow of chastity is honestly really hot. and interesting!

also the gerry cameo? i feel like you nailed his personality really well. him speaking dragonic in front of martin so he couldn’t understand they were talking about him was sooo funny. i wonder what martin thought they were talking about in that moment!

the little characterization of martin pretending to me more docile than he actually is was just mwha (also hot)(actually maybe i just think your martin is really hot in general). i feel he gets horribly mischaracterized by the fandom very often so that was great!

i hope me sending such a long ask is not like really weird to you (you can say if it is). i just get anxious and prefer to stay anonymous. anyways, can’t wait for more chapters!

Aaa thank you so, so much! Please don't ever apologize for sending long asks, I love them to bits ❤️ and you can send them however is most comfortable for you!

Absolutely going to be more of Martin's POV! Pretty much immediately, actually, he's going to have a lot more of it next chapter. His conflict in all this has been really fun to explore (especially now that he gets to be the demi. The panic is just too cute).

And God I'm so glad I can finally just give this dude a weapon. Literally the first time he meets Peter Lukas in canon, he's saying he's got a knife. Like threatening to cut this strange man for just appearing in the Archives. Martin's earned a sword, and there's no way in hell he'd just be a pushover with one. He's very calculating in how he presents himself to manage their perceptions of him, and it's something I really love about his character.

Really loved writing some of Gerry, honestly the first time I've gotten to and he's just so fun? And I've always loved how he and Jon just have this immediate connection in the show so I wanted to capture that as much as I could here.

I'm really glad you enjoyed the chapter! Love these two and this AU so, so much and I'm excited to share more of them soon!

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callmemonster68 · 24 hours ago

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HEESEUNG - Hot BestFriend ( slight smut )

a provocation between friends ends up getting too hot

Pairing: Heeseung X FemReader

Genre: Obscenity

WARNING: text a little longer than I usually write

Warning: explicit content, unprotected sex, suggestive, penetration, explicit language, climax, sex, swearing, loss of virginity, hickeys, messy make-out sessions, dirty talk, compliments, rough sex, touching bruises, handcuffs, chains, sadomasochism , masochism, brands, group sex,double penetration, oral sex, anal sex, masturbation

It was a night like any other. Heeseung's house, always bustling with friends sharing the space with him, was even more crowded and noisy. Loud music, laughter echoing, and glasses clinking filled the space as you and he moved between the rooms.

You two were inseparable. Best friends for years, they shared everything – from embarrassing moments to the most exciting ones. And that night was no different. They laughed together, mocked their drunk friends, and even shared a few shots of tequila, while talking about the nonsense of life.

Until someone had the brilliant idea to go down to the basement. The game room in the basement was the perfect refuge: a pool table, comfortable sofas, an improvised bar, and a more relaxed vibe. It was where everyone went when they wanted to unwind a bit from the hustle and bustle upstairs.

You sat next to Heeseung on the couch, your head already starting to feel light from the drinks. He offered you a lazy smile, one of those smiles that always made you feel strangely warm inside. But, of course, you never paid much attention to it – after all, he was your best friend.

The games began – silly challenges, daring questions, and some drinking games that had everyone laughing until their stomachs hurt. The night was fun, the soft lights of the game room creating a comfortable and slightly intimate atmosphere.

So, in a moment, out of pure provocation and the energy from the drinks, you decided to do something impulsive.

Y/N: Heeseung, hold this for me.

You joked, placing your empty glass on the table in front before suddenly sitting on his lap. He widened his eyes for a second, clearly taken by surprise, but said nothing.

You started moving your hips in a rhythmic and provocative dance. It was just a game – or at least, that's what you told yourself. But Heeseung's expression changed. The easy smile gave way to a serious, intense look as his hands moved to hold your waist, as if trying to stop you from continuing.

And then he leaned in, his mouth dangerously close to her ear.

Heeseung: I can be your best friend, (he said, his voice deep and hoarse, sending shivers down your spine) but I'm still a man. Please stop grinding your delicious ass on my cock.

You felt the heat rise throughout your entire body upon hearing his words, but instead of stopping, something inside you wanted to test the limits. Your lips curled into a provocative smile as you swayed again, even more slowly this time, as if you were challenging him.

Y/N: And what are you going to do if I don't stop, Heeseung?

You whispered, leaning slightly so that your mouth almost touched his neck.

His hands tightened even more around your waist, and you could feel his heavy breath against your skin. For a moment, he seemed to be struggling with himself, as if trying to control his own mind, which was clearly on the verge of losing focus.

Heeseung: You don't want to know how far I would go.

He murmured back, his voice deep, laden with tension and something else you couldn't ignore.

But you wanted to. You wanted to know exactly how far that would go.

Her hand slid over his chest, playing with the collar of the shirt he was wearing, while his hips continued the slow movement.

Y/N: Maybe I want to know, yes.

You provoked him, looking directly into his eyes, your voice low but laden with boldness.

His eyes darkened, and suddenly, he held her waist firmly, stopping her movements decisively. He leaned his head closer, his mouth just a few inches from hers.

Heeseung: You don't know what you're playing with, Y/N.

Y/N: So show me.

You replied, challenging him, while lightly running your tongue over your lips, as if that were the last drop he needed to lose control.

Before you could say anything else, Heeseung pulled you closer, eliminating any space between you. His hand moved from your waist to your back, while the other remained firmly on your hip. He tilted his head, his eyes burning into yours, and you could feel the growing heat between the two of you.

Heeseung: Last chance to get out of here before I show you exactly what you're asking for.

He murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down her entire body.

You smiled mischievously, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

Y/N: I'm not going anywhere.

It was all he needed.

Heeseung closed his eyes for a brief moment, as if trying to regain some control that you knew he had already lost. When he opened them again, his gaze was more intense than ever, and with a firm and determined movement, he held your neck, pulling you closer.

Heeseung: You asked for this.

He murmured, before pressing his lips to hers.

The kiss was immediate and overwhelming. There was no hesitation, only pure desire, as if the years of friendship between you had been swept away. His hand on your waist pulled you even closer to him, while the other rose to hold your face, firm but gentle.

You responded without thinking twice, your hands gripping his shoulders, feeling the strength he held there, as if he were holding the world to keep it from going beyond what it should. But, at that moment, the limit seemed to have disappeared.

The game room around seemed to no longer exist. The sounds of friends laughing and drinking in the distance were just a blur. It was as if there were only the two of you, the heat, the tension, and the desire that kept building up more and more.

When you pulled away to catch your breath, he still held your waist firmly, his eyes locked on yours. His breathing was heavy, and you realized how much you had enjoyed seeing him like this – out of control, because of you.

Heeseung: Y/N… (he started, his voice hoarse, as if he needed superhuman effort to speak) If you keep this up, there will be no turning back. And I don't know if I can stop.

You ran your fingers through his hair, playing with the strands in an almost innocent gesture, although nothing at that moment was truly innocent.

Y/N: And who said I want you to stop, Heeseung?

You replied, leaning in close to him again, your lips brushing the corner of his mouth.

That was enough to make him act again. He held you firmly, turning you so that you lay on the couch while he hovered over you. The intensity in his gaze was different now – there was no more room for doubt or hesitation.

His hands explored her waist, slowly moving up the side of her body, while he pressed his lips against hers again, this time more slowly, but equally deep. He seemed to be holding back, savoring every second, as if he wanted to imprint that moment in his memory.

Heeseung: You are so annoyingly beautiful when you do that.

He murmured against her lips, his voice laden with a mix of amusement and desire.

Y/N: When do I do what?

You teased, lightly sliding your nails over his arms, feeling the muscles contract under your touch.

Heeseung: When you get me out of control, (he replied, before lightly biting his lower lip, making you let out a sigh that made him smile) And now you will deal with the consequences.

Heeseung's smile was full of teasing, but there was something more – a mix of determination and desire that made her skin tingle. He trailed his lips down her neck, leaving hot and slow kisses while his hands slid over her waist. You could feel his control slipping even more, and that only heightened the heat that filled the room.

Each of his touches seemed carefully calculated, although the urgency in his movement said otherwise. He whispered against her skin:

Heeseung: You knew this was going to happen, didn't you?

Y/N: Maybe... (you teased, arching your back slightly as you felt his fingers exploring your waist and moving up the side of your body) And what if I did?

Heeseung laughed softly, the vibration of the sound sending shivers through his entire body.

Heeseung: You are worse than I thought.

He replied, his eyes fixed on hers with a glint that was both playful and dangerous at the same time.

You couldn't hold back and pulled his face for another kiss, this time taking control. It was intense, captivating, and you knew that from that moment on, there was no turning back for either of you. He seemed to like it, his hands holding your face firmly, while the kisses grew deeper and laden with everything you both had repressed for so long.

In the heat of the moment, he stepped back for a second, resting his forehead against hers as he tried to catch his breath.

Heeseung: If I ask you now, will you still say it's just a joke?

You smiled, running your hand along his jawline, and replied without hesitation:

Y/N: There's nothing funny about this, Heeseung.

He chuckled lightly, but this time, there was no teasing – just something more genuine, as if hearing that had knocked down the last barrier he was holding up.

Heeseung: Well, because I don't plan on letting this be just a one-time thing.

Before you could respond, he kissed you again, his body pressing against yours on the couch as the intensity between you grew even more. The atmosphere was hot, the breaths heavy, and it seemed that each movement was more instinctive and urgent than the last.

For a brief moment, the laughter of one of the friends broke the silence in the room, bringing you both back to reality. Heeseung stopped, looking at you, and you could see the mix of desire and something deeper in his eyes.

Heeseung: We can continue here... or go somewhere else.

He suggested, his voice hoarse but full of a tenderness that made you smile.

Y/N: And if I say I like to take risks?

You teased, wrapping your arms around his neck again.

Heeseung smiled sideways, leaning in to whisper in your ear:

Heeseung: You have no idea what you're asking for, Y/N.

Heeseung moved just enough to look at you, the smile playing on his lips. His hand still held your waist, as if keeping you trapped there, while his eyes swept over your face, full of intensity and desire.

Heeseung: You like to live dangerously, don't you?

He murmured, almost as if he were challenging you.

You just smiled, biting your lip and leaning in to whisper in his ear:

Y/N: With you? Always.

The friends in the basement were too distracted with their own games and conversations to notice what was happening between the two of you on the couch, but Heeseung seemed about to push the boundaries even further.

He moved his hands along her waist, slowly rising up to her back, while their lips met once again. The kiss was intense, but this time, there was a control on his part that seemed almost impossible. He wanted more – that was obvious – but at the same time, he seemed to enjoy prolonging the wait, testing her patience.

Heeseung: You really have no idea what you're doing to me.

Y/N: So show me.

You teased, moving your hips slightly again.

His low laugh made her entire body shiver.

Heeseung: You're not going to give up, are you?

Y/N: No.

You responded, defiantly.

Before you could say anything else, Heeseung tilted his head and placed a warm kiss on your neck, his lips and tongue tracing a slow and torturous path. You tried to stifle a sigh, but it was impossible. He knew exactly what he was doing, and that made you even more out of control.

However, the sound of one of the friends approaching made Heeseung stop immediately. He held her waist, his eyes wide open, while you both tried to look as innocent as possible.

Jungwon: Hey, you two! What are you two whispering about? Are you going to play or not?

One of the friends asked, stopping next to the couch with a suspicious expression.

Heeseung broke into a casual smile, although you could still see the mischievous glint in his eyes.

Heeseung: We're just... discussing strategies for the next game.

He replied, letting out a light laugh that seemed convincing enough.

Jungwon: Well... You guys are being very quiet about this.

The friend replied, but ended up shrugging before returning to the pool table.

As soon as he walked away, you looked at Heeseung, trying not to laugh at the situation.

Y/N: I think we almost got caught.

Heeseung: You're having fun with this, aren't you?

He asked, gently squeezing her waist as a smile formed on his lips.

Y/N: A lot.

You admitted, leaning in to kiss him again, but he placed his finger on your lips, interrupting the moment.

Heeseung: If we're going to keep doing this, it can't be here.

He said, his voice serious but still laden with desire.

Y/N: Cowardly.

You joked, teasing him once again.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly accepting the challenge.

Heeseung: Coward? You don't know me, Y/N. But, since that's what you want...

Before you could respond, he took your hand and stood up, pulling you along with him. He cast a quick glance around to make sure no one was paying attention before guiding you towards the basement door.

Y/N: Where are we going?

You asked, trying not to laugh as you followed his hurried steps.

Heeseung: You will find out.

He replied, a dangerous smile on his lips.

Heeseung opened the basement door carefully, discreetly looking down the hallway ahead. The noise from the party was still loud, which played to his advantage. He squeezed your hand, pulling you out of the game room with quick and determined steps, guiding you through a narrow corridor that led to one of the farthest rooms in the house.

Y/N: Are we really doing this?

You asked, the provocative tone, but the adrenaline evident in your voice.

He stopped in the middle of the path, turned to you, and pressed you against the wall. His gaze was intense, almost devouring, and the mischievous smile on his lips made it clear that he was as caught up in the moment as you were.

Heeseung: You started this, Y/N. Now you'll have to face the consequences.

He murmured, moving even closer, his hands firm on her waist.

Before you could respond, he tilted his head, kissing you with an urgency that seemed to consume everything around. The hallway was empty, but the idea that anyone could appear at any moment only made it more exciting.

His lips moved against yours as if he were starving, as if the years of friendship had accumulated a desire that could no longer be ignored. His hands explored your waist and back, pulling you against him as if there were not enough space between the two of you.

Heeseung: I warned you there would be no turning back.

He whispered against her mouth, his dark eyes shining with a mix of amusement and desire.

You smiled, running your hands through his hair, further tousling the dark strands.

Y/N: I never wanted to go back.

You replied, your voice laden with provocation.

He laughed softly, the deep and hoarse sound echoing down the hallway as he held your hand again and pulled you towards a nearby door. He opened it carefully, revealing a relatively small and messy room – probably one of the friends who shared the house.

As soon as you entered, he closed the door behind him and leaned against it, looking at you with an expression that mixed curiosity and amusement.

Heeseung: Are you sure you want to keep doing this here, knowing that anyone could knock on this door at any moment?

You approached him, running your fingers along the hem of the shirt he was wearing, your gaze fixed on his.

Y/N: Are you scared, Heeseung?

He laughed, shaking his head before holding your waist again and pulling you close.

Heeseung: Fear? No. But you really like playing with fire, don't you?

Y/N: I love it.

You replied, leaning in to lightly nibble his lower lip, eliciting a low sigh that made you smile.

Heeseung: Then you'd better get ready.

He said, his voice deep, as he switched positions, pressing you against the door. His hands explored your body again, this time with more boldness, while his lips traced a path down your neck.

The heat between the two of you was almost unbearable, and even with the awareness that you were pushing your limits, neither of you seemed willing to stop. Each touch, each kiss, each movement was charged with intensity, and the tension between you seemed to have reached the point of no return.

Heeseung slid his hands firmly along her waist, drawing closer, as if the world around them had ceased to exist. He pressed his forehead against hers for a moment, both breathing heavily, and then murmured:

Heeseung: I will take care of you... but I need you to trust me.

You held his face with both hands, looking directly into his eyes, feeling the sincerity and desire mixed in his tone.

Y/N: I trust. And I've never trusted anyone like this before.

You answered, your voice low but full of conviction.

His lips took hers in an intense kiss, with no room for hesitation. It was hungry, urgent, as if he had been waiting for this for too long. His hands slid to her back, pulling her closer as their bodies fit together perfectly. You clung to him, your fingers tangling in his soft hair, pulling it gently, eliciting a low moan that vibrated against his mouth.

Heeseung stepped back for a moment, panting, and his eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and desire upon seeing her surrendered expression.

Heeseung: You drive me crazy, you know? — He murmured, his lips traveling to her jawline, slowly descending to her neck, where he left a warm kiss followed by a gentle bite.

You arched your body, feeling the heat take over you with each of his touches. Her nails dug lightly into his shoulders as he explored her skin with experienced lips and hands, tracing a torturous path along her collarbone.

He lifted his head, his eyes burning into hers, and a mischievous smile curved his lips.

Heeseung: I should make you pay for all the teasing tonight. — His voice was pure temptation.

Y/N: Then do it. — You challenged, your voice coming out more laden with desire than you expected.

His smile widened before he captured her lips again, this time with even more intensity. Heeseung's hands explored her curves, his touch burning against her skin, sending waves of pleasure that made her body respond instinctively to each movement.

The distant beat of the music in the house seemed a reminder that you were in dangerous territory, but the adrenaline only made everything even more exciting. He slid his lips down your neck once more, leaving hot kisses and gentle bites that made you hold your breath.

The sound of footsteps in the hallway made Heeseung stop abruptly. He looked at the door behind you and then at your swollen, panting lips. A mischievous glint shone in his eyes.

Heeseung: It seems like we are being tested. — He whispered, his mouth still so close to yours that you almost kissed again.

You laughed softly, sliding your hands over his chest before intertwining your fingers behind his neck.

Y/N: Do you think I care?

Heeseung held her waist tightly, his gaze sharp as if he were considering something very dangerous.

Before he could make any decision, the footsteps faded away and silence once again filled the room. He let out a heavy sigh, resting his forehead against hers for a moment, regaining the control he was clearly about to lose.

Heeseung picked you up by the waist, lifting you off the ground, and carried you to the nearest bed, his lips resuming the urgent kisses as if every second without touching you were torture.

And from that point on, there was no turning back for either of them.

✿ If you don't reblog and comment, you can be sure I'll be showing up in your dreams tonight... and I won’t be as sweet as in the story ��

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badbatchsprincess · 2 days ago

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The Dark Room

(Inspired by @aynavaano 's Dark Paradise)

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I'm so obsessed with the fic mentioned above that I wanted to do my own spin on this amazing work! Enjoy!! and thank you @aynavaano for creating this spicy masterpiece

With the deep bass music thrumming through the floorboards, 79’s was busy as ever, with many battalions on shore leave, the club was packed nearly to the brim with warm bodies and the smell of Corellian fine liquor and Republic supplied beer.

Binx squeezed inside, looking for the recruitment officer that had told her to meet him and the other civ medics to get to know some of the men she’d be shipping out with in two days. Of course 79’s was naturally the best place to meet the clone troopers without all the pleasantries required on base.

She pushed through the crowd of muscular bodies, passing by the various cliques of clones dancing together until she reached the packed bar sliding between two men engrossed in conversation.

Go-go dancers danced on some elevated surfaces showing off their fit bodies and sparkly outfits nearly mesmerizing her like a undarian serpent charmer. Binx had never seen something like this on the lower levels. Most of the bars were too seedy and sketchy to spend too much time in anyways so this was like an entirely new world to her. The girls were beautiful.

“Hey! Binx!” She spun around seeing the Nat-Born officer approaching, waving a hand to her along with some other nats trialing behind. She took off towards them happy to see some familiar faces, “Hi!”

“Saw you come in, sorry I didn’t know it was going to be so busy tonight, most the boys have come back to celebrate.”

“Celebrate?”

He smiled, “Yeah, there was victory on Mimban. Everyone’s relived to be home.”

Binx looked around wide eyed. She studied the crowd watching the way the soldiers threw back their cups of beer and cheered.

She couldn’t help but smile, their excitement was contagious.

“So what’s your name?” One of the other civ-medics asked.

“Binx!” She yelled over the noise, “What's your names?”

“Coves.”

“Locke.”

“Layla!”

“Rain!”

Binx shook their hands in greeting, before settling into the booth listening to their various stories of their exploits while stationed.

They were all telling her about their next adventures before asking where she was going to be placed, “I don’t know yet!” Binx replied with a shrug.

“Hopefully you’ll be on a Jedi Venator, they’re usually the most comfortable. Field work is difficult.” Layla purred into her cup.

“Hey, I like the field work! You get to see all the action.” Coves smirked.

“Yeah, you would like that.” Layla rolled her eyes.

“Hey,” A deeper voice with a mandalorian accent came from her side, “I haven’t seen you around here before… Care to dance?”

Binx looked at the clone soldier before looking at her friends. Layla waggled her brows encouraging her to go, so she decided to say fuck it, and took the troopers’s hand.

He smiled happily before dragging Binx out onto the floor, “I don’t know how to dance!” She laughed letting him spin her around messily.

“No worries! Neither did we!” He laughed bringing the medic closer, “So, you a new recruit?”

“Yeah!” She smiled stepping to the beat, trying to move the way everyone else was.

“Lucky me.” He moved to the beat, “Where you from?”

“Lower levels!” Binx replied turning around to grind back against him experimentally.

“Got a name, lower levels?”

“Binx.” She leaned back against him feeling his warm strong chest against her back, “You?”

“Fives.”

“Fives?”

“Yeah.” He rubbed the back of his head, “My CT number is all fives, so thats my name.” He pointed to some other soldiers in similar colors, “That’s Echo, Dogma, Rex, and Tup.”

“I like your names.” Binx spun around to face him keeping him close. This dancing was fun she realized. He boldly moved his hands up and down Binx’s sides feeling the fabric of her clothes along with her curves. She purred as his hands confidently bunched the sides of her dress tugging her even closer.

“Yeah?” He smirked pushing some of her hair back over her shoulder, “Wanna meet them?”

“Maybe later.” Binx returned the smirk and pushed up against his body, liking the way he felt against her.

He was ridiculously attractive. The holonet videos only did so much, but seeing these soldiers in person, it was actually stunning to see and feel how attractive they are in real life.

“So, you’re in the medic program?” Fives asked swaying along with Binx’s smaller frame.

“Yeah, I’ve been in school for a few years and I was offered the opportunity. I want to get off this planet and see the galaxy.” Binx studied Fives’ honey brown eyes.

He nodded, “Looking to join the action?”

“Not sure.” Binx shrugged, “I’ve never been in a conflict zone before.”

“Well just make sure to listen to the captain and you’ll be fine.” Fives bent down to spin the medic around again bringing her ass to his front as he moved the two of them to the music.

Binx giggled and laughed which made Fives smile in return. The two of them danced for two more songs before deciding it was definitely time for a drink, to which Fives lead her to the bar and shoved over his brothers to make room for her in the booth.

He ordered something fizzy which Binx was pleasantly surprised by while Fives downed a shot of something hard.

Binx’s attention was then brought to a group of rowdy soldiers who play fought by the back most part of the club. They shouted and shoved one another as a couple fights broke out making fives scoff.

“Probably fighting over some girl again.” He knocked back another shot, “Can’t seem to stop the fighting off the battle field either.”

Binx’s eyes then trailed over to the staircase behind them slightly covered with a red curtain. She watched multiple people, nat-born woman, and clones ascend the stairs until they disappeared into a seemingly dark hallway.

“What’s over there?” Binx asked pointing to the back of the building.

Fives followed her finger and looked over the brawl to see the stairs.

He smirked.

“What?” Binx asked playfully. Fives just grinned.

“That’s the dark room.” He picked up a glass of water and took a sip.

Binx scrunched her brows, “The dark room?”

Fives looked at the little medic with a mischievous grin, “Some nat-borns want to fuck clones. The dark room is an anonymous hook up. Totally pitch black in there, you can’t see a thing. Nat borns get to work out their kinks and the soldiers get laid. It’s a win-win.”

Binx nearly choked on her drink.

“Like a brothel?” She giggled.

Fives laughed, “No, it’s not a brothel. Everyone’s a consenting adult. It’s just a place to blow off steam.”

Binx then turned to face the bar and tilted her head towards Fives, “Have you been?”

“Yes ma’am.” He replied.

Binx finished off her drink and set the glass down.

“Wanna go?” Fives proposed suddenly. He waggled his brows playfully making Binx suck in a gasp.

Binx’s heart suddenly fluttered and began to beat faster than the music.

She turned to face Five’s who wore quite the smoldering gaze which was suddenly fixated on Binx’s blushing face. He couldn’t explain it, but this little medic was quickly growing on him. Her eagerness to experience the world was attractive. She was damn beautiful too. His pants tightened slightly thinking about her plush ass up against him again. Fuck, he prayed she said yes.

What Five’s didn’t know, was that Binx’s panties were growing wetter by the second. The idea of Fives having her in a dark room full of strangers, hot and sweaty, made her bite back a pathetic whine.

Binx thought about it, but the reality of her new job smacked her right in the face, “Isn’t that like something we probably shouldn’t do? I’m not a civvy anymore.”

“I won’t tell if you don’t.” He winked making Binks chew hew lip. He reached over running his fingers through her deep space black hair making her shiver as his fingers teased over the delicate skin of her neck.

Right as she was about to open her mouth to answer the clone, one of the aforementioned soldiers called him over.

“One second, cyare.” He pulled himself from the bar groaning at his friend, “What, Echo?”

Binks forced herself to take a shaky breath before turning back to the bar to order another shot for bravery.

What the hell is she thinking? She could be fucking posted with Five’s battalion and would make everything complicated if she went into that tempting room, but somehow she was finding it more and more difficult to care. The longer she watched him interact with his clearly stoic brother, she couldn’t help but drool over his broad shoulders and battle hardened figure.

Fuck.

Binx grabbed the shot of whatever the hell the bartender had passed her, and knocked it back like a champ letting the burning liquid warm her throat and belly.

She watched more and more people disappeared into the mysterious back room, and was starting to get antsy… and frankly… horny….

Deciding that life is too short, especially for nerves to get in the way, Binx decided she was going to be a proactive kind of girl.

She peeled herself from the bar counter and began maneuvering through the crowd until she approached the soldiers in blue. Zeroing in on her target, Binx outstretched her hand and ran her fingers gently across Five’s back, subtly getting his attention, as she continued walking past throwing a seductive look over her shoulder at the man before beginning her climb up the stairs to the dark room.

She briefly heard one of them mutter a low fuck, before she continued upstairs reaching the darkening hallway.

She heard him arguing with his brother begging him to let him go which made Binx smirk before she pushed through the first door. She knew Fives was close behind which made her entire body vibrate with new excitement. She realized she’d never done anything quite as adventurous as this before, but something about all this newness in her life was making her want to take advantage of every single experience she could get her hands on, which included letting Fives get his hands on her.

Once she pushed through that second door, she was entirely engulfed in darkness. This room was significantly different than the club. The energy was much heavier, and heady. Binx tried to take amount to adjust to the darkness, but she couldn’t, it was just that dark.

Inside, there was the scent of sex everywhere and the sounds of pleasured moaning and skin slapping against one another.

Deep vibrational music was playing making her entire body pulse. She heard the door close behind her, then the sensation of hands were on her and everything suddenly became hot.

Binx let out a startled yelp as the hands began to explore. All over the hands wandered and then suddenly she was brought back up against a tall and muscular figure. She reached out in the dark trying to feel for anything, but she was suddenly met with the chest of another.

“And who is this?” A very deep smoky voice snapped her head forwards. The man in front of her began to run his war worn hands over her shoulders up to her neck, brining his head forwards, he pressed his nose into Binx’s skin taking in her clean scent before licking up a stripe up to her pierced ear.

She sighed into the touch feeling his silky hair dance against her skin. She reached up, carding her fingers through his. It was long. Binx then felt along his face feeling his sharp jaw line making him chuckle.

“You smell so good, ad’ika.”

“I found her first.” The man behind Binx, drawled. His silvery voice sent a shiver down her entire thumping body. He cupped her breast possessively making her moan and lean into his warm body.

“You can share, trooper.” The man with the deep voice pressed a sloppy kiss to the woman’s neck making her melt against him. His arms wrapped around her body to support her as his incisions dragged teasingly against hear warmed skin.

The man behind her snarled before relenting, “Yes, Sarge.”

Sarge? Like as in Sergeant? Binx’s heart fluttered knowing a high ranking officer currently had his hands all over her, and his mouth. Fuck this was too hot for her to handle.

“Relax, little one.” Sarge purred, “We’ll take good care of you.”

She didn’t answer, she couldn’t, instead she just panted and moaned as the trooper behind her skillfully began to peel open her clothes. Skilled fingers undid her dress zipper until Sarge could peel it off of her. They worked like a skilled team as they stripped Binx down to her birthday suit. Once all of her clothes were on the floor, Binx was guided carefully down to the ground where she was met with a pile of pillows and more warm muscular bodies.

She moaned out as another set of even bigger hands wrapped around her and cupped her breasts and massaging them, rolling and pinching her hardening nipples making Binx absolutely purr at their attention.

“She sounds pretty.” The man currently pinching her nipples bellowed from behind her back. He certainly felt larger than the others. Binx wasn’t certain he was even a clone. But it didn’t matter, those thoughts were suddenly gone as more hands began to feel and touch and pull along her lithe body.

Hands then began to push her knees up and further apart as someone neared her core.

“Fuck, she’s wet.” The smoky voice said and Binx guessed he was the one currently nearing her core now dripping core. The suddenness of all of this was making her weaker by the moment. She couldn’t believe she was up in this room fucking total strangers.

She leaned back into the large man pinning her to his front while the others maneuvered around her.

Her chin was suddenly gripped before being turned to the side to be met with soft skilled lips. Binx moaned into the strangers mouth letting him take control of the kiss while the sergeant cupped her pussy. The hand on her chin traveled down to her neck where he applied delicious pressure making Binx squirm around in their possessive hold.

She moaned some more into the kiss as sarge began to finger her and prepare her while the others stimulated her body.

“Move over.” A different man now approached from her side to knock the one kissing her away. Her chin was grabbed once again, and angled to meet the new trooper. He was a lot less demanding than the other, and much more calculated as his tongue entered her mouth to explore.

Sarge then leaned forwards to bring his mouth to her cunt where he pressed sloppy kisses to her clit making Binx buck against him desperate for more.

“Fuck, please!” She bit out and squirmed.

They just chuckled and huffed a laugh before continuing their onslaught.

As sarge continued to lick and suck on Binx’s dripping core, her hand was guided to one of their fronts where she grasped a hard and hot cock. Binx gasped feeling its soft hardness as he began to stroke it slowly. She squeezed and pumped it feeling the trooper lurch forwards chasing the sensation.

Her other hand was guided to another, and then the first trooper gently lead her chin in the direction he wanted. She leaned forwards to open her mouth and experimentally lick his tip. He groaned quietly as she then took more of him inside her mouth.

“Fuck, her mouth feels good.” The silvery voice above her fisted her long hair, and guided her as he trusted faster into her waiting mouth.

Binx tried her best to suck him off despite the awkward angle.

She continued to jerk off the other man while Sarge now lined himself up with her entrance.

The man underneath her, shifted suddenly.

“Plan 25.” One of them barked and suddenly there was a whirl wind of motion.

Bodied rearranged themselves while, Binx was suddenly flipped onto her hands and knees and planted firmly on the pillows below.

Someone was behind her and in front of her now, and both cocks suddenly were pushed inside of her. Binx groaned around the cock in her mouth as the man behind her filled her to the brim.

Once again, that same hand threaded through her hair to guide her pace. Binx hollowed her cheeks and bobbed her head this time, doubling down to blow him better. He growled chasing his high while the man behind her plowed into her mercilessly.

Binx had to use every muscle she has to combat his thrusts before she was pushed too far onto the man in front of her accidentally gagging on the thick cock in her mouth.

“What a good girl.” The sergeant spoke from behind her.

She whimpered pathetically as the sergeant slithered his hand between her damp thighs to rub little circles on her throbbing clit.

Binx cried out feeling her own orgasm approach rapidly while the others did too. The man inside her mouth suddenly thrust forwards one last time shivering while cumming into her waiting mouth. Binx swallowed his cum eagerly, and licked him clean before starting to swivel her hips back against the sergeant making him squeeze her hips even harder trying to control himself.

“Fuck.” He bit out.

Suddenly there was a new man in front of her. Binx was guided to his leaking cock where she opened up her mouth for him to push forwards. He sighed feeling her warmth surround him as she got to work.

Sarge suddenly stopped his thrusts and surged forwards pumping his seed inside the deepest parts of Binx’s pussy. Sarge bowed forwards until his chest was resting on Binx’s arched spine. He pressed a few sloppy kisses on her shoulder before sitting up and pulling out letting a stream of his cum drip down her thighs.

“Mmm, my turn.” The fourth said excitedly before shuffling in behind her.

Binx was too busy sucking off the soldier in front of her to realize that the other man’s mouth was suddenly on her, licking her cunt like a desert.

She yelped as he ate her out from behind with no abandon. His tongue lapped at her clit and messy entrance making her shudder. He didn’t seem to give a fuck about his sergeant’s cum leaking out of her making her thrum with excitement.

“You ready, pretty girl?” He asked.

She made a face at the pet name knowing he can’t see her, or even know what she looked like, but she didn’t seem to care.

Binx muttered a “Mhmm.”

Before she knew it, she felt the thickest tip she’s ever felt in her life nudging at her entrance.

Binx squirmed around a little nervous at what she was feeling.

“Easy, mesh’la.” Sarge’s voice cooed from the side as his calloused hands petted her spine trying to calm her.

The one behind Binx began to push forwards stretching her impossibly wide as his cock breached her small entrance using sarge’s cum as lube.

“Fuck!” She cried out feeling her legs start to turn to jelly as she was impaled on his monstrous cock.

Binx heard the others let out a quiet chuckle as she struggled to adjust to his size. Clearly this has happened before…

Damn he was big.

Feeling her start to adjust, Binx bent forwards again to search out the other solder in front of her. Once she found him, she ran her hands along his sculpted abdominals making her flush. Fuck, were all troopers this cut? She was mesmerized at the sinew muscle covering his entire frame.

Then there was movement and Binx cried out again as the one with the massive dick started to thrust slowly.

Binx whined feeling absolutely overwhelmed with pleasure. Every single nerve inside her was being stimulated and she shuddered in his grasp. She was thankful he was there to hold her up because she’d be face first in the floor right now if it wasn’t for him.

Meanwhile, the soldier in front of her seemed like the most patient. He allowed her to get herself back together before helping her find his aching cock. She once again hollowed her cheeks and began to suck diligently, determined to make him cum too.

She felt him begin to stutter and then her mouth was suddenly filled with salty cum. Binx moaned as he came swallowing everything he gave her. She pressed a kiss to his abdomen before he retreated leaving her to be fucked boneless by Mr. Big Cock.

Binx’s wines flooded the entire room as she began to quake in his hold. Her orgasm took her by storm as she came around his length feeling a sudden burst of liquid from her core.

“Hell yeah!” He cheered feeling Binx squirt all over him, “Add another point, Tech!”

“You have an anatomical advantage, this competition hardly makes sense.”

Binx was too blissed out to hear a damn thing. All she remembered was more hands finding her skin and bringing her to another blinding orgasm.

The rounds began to blend together as she would be flipped onto her back, brought to her knees, standing on occasion, or the big man would pick her up and carry her around like a rag doll. And She had one mind blowing orgasm after another. Never in her life had she felt pleasure like this… her mind was barely cognizant.

By the time Binx had had it, and the troopers seemed sated, she wandered back to where ever her clothes had been dropped. She picked up whatever fabrics she could find and threw them on. Was she supposed to say something? Or just leave?

She realized saying something would probably take away from the anonymity of it all, and decided on the later. Clearly people only came here for one purpose…

Pulling on a random pair of someone’s cargos, and whatever t-shirt she could find, Binx stumbled out of the dark room feeling all the cum dripping out of her still. She had to take a few moments to regain her eye site in the dim hallway before trying her best to walk normally down the stairs.

When she re-enetered the club, she made for a quick exit so no one could see the state of her, especially her new friends at the medic unit.

Grabbing a cab, she headed straight home knowing she’d be sleeping until she shipped out….

~ Two days later ~

Feeling refreshed and rested, Binx reported in for duty at the GAR main hangar to find her assignment for the next 6 month campaign.

She straightened out her medics uniform and clutched her personal effects bag closely as she waited for the recruitment officer to hand her, her data pad.

She prayed her makeup covered up the love bites and bruising decorating her neck, that for the life of her, she couldn’t get rid of in time. The bacta only worked so fast and who ever had made them, had made sure they’d leave their mark.

“Alright, Layla you’re on base duty and processing. Coves you’re with the 212th and Binx, you’re with…” He double checked the information seeming to be slightly confused, “You’re with Special Forces, Clone Force 99… the Commandos.”

“Newbie gets all the action.” Coves groaned clearly disappointed with his assignment.

“Alright you all know where to go, Binx come with me.” The recruitment officer lead her down the tarmac towards a much smaller omicron attack vessel nestled in it’s own area of the hangar.

The Havoc Marauder.

She’s seen holonet specs of their ships before. Her heart fluttered with excitement knowing She’d be diving head first into all kinds of foreign places. The special forces units always got to go on exciting missions.

“Alright, Binx there ya go!” The recruitment officer turned on his heel to walk away leaving the medic a little perplexed and alone. So much for introductions.

“Umm.” She whipped her head around back to the ship before watching her officer disappear into the distance, “Alright…”

She turned back to the ship to walk forwards noticing that the boarding stairs were down and there was some commotion coming from inside.

Stepping forwards, Binx approached the ship, only to be stopped in her tracks when a tall goggled man came trotting out of the vessel while an equally as tall silver haired man flicked a tooth pick at him complaining about something.

They didn’t look like clones.

They stopped whatever they were talking about when the silvery one locked eyes on Binx. She stood there staring right back at them still clutching the strap of her duffle.

Then another man popped his head out from the ship’s door, “What-are-ya lookin at? Ooohhh…” The big man stood fully up right starting at the medic with wide eyes, “She’s Prettttyyyy….”

“You lost, kitten?” The silvery one plucked a fresh pick into his mouth crossing his arms.

Binx bristled squaring him up and resting her hands on her hips defiantly, “No, I’m your new medic.”

The silver haired one raised a brow skeptically.

“It would appear that information is correct.” The goggled one answered looking at his data pad.

“What the hell is taking you all so damn lo-“

That voice…

Binx’s body reacted immediately.

Her heart began to race and her core made a traitorous pulsing sensation as her heart sunk into the absolute pit of her stomach.

“Sarge?” The big one looked to their leader confused at the sudden change in behavior.

…Fuck…

“I believe there was a mistake.” Binx began to back peddle.

The silver one suddenly made a mischievous face and turned to their leader, “What, you fuck her or something?”

They all did.

Sarge just continued to stare at Binx smelling her very distinctly delicious scent he’s been trying to chase the traces of on their clothes for the past 48 hours. Fuck she was the woman at 79’s they spent hours debauching the other night before shipping out…

Binx however, was having flashbacks to the night int he dark room. That silvery voice and his possessive hands. The politeness of the goggled one, his properness seemed to predominant, then the large one. Binx had to swallow thickly remembering how much he had stretched her and fucked her into another universe. She could still feel the soreness as she stood there before them.

Sargent cleared his throat and descended the stairs.

“Apologies.” Sarge approached the medic, “I’m Sergeant Hunter, and this is Clone Force 99.” Okay, so he’s going with the oblivious route…

“This is Crosshair, Wrecker, and Tech.” He held out his hand to shake, which Binx took hesitantly feeling his familiar hands again made her struggle to breathe.

“I’m Binx, your new medic.”

“I wasn’t aware we were being assigned a medic, it was a bit of a shock.”

Binx smiled awkwardly, “Understandable.”

The two of them exchanged knowing looks briefly before he turned back to the ship, “I’ll show you around, we’ll have to figure out a bunk situation for you it’s a smaller ship than usual…”

She followed behind Hunter noticing the way Crosshair eyed her closely as she passed by.

Once she entered the ship, she first noticed the smell, then the disorderliness of the place. Hunter brought her towards the back showing her all of the compartments, the bunks, the gunner’s mount, the under belly, then finally the fresher before leaving her to settle in.

Binx realized the big one, named Wrecker, was uber curious about her. He watched her with child like fascination as she settled in. Meanwhile, the sniper named Crosshair was making her a bit unsettled. He watched every little micro movement she made as she tried to familiarize herself with the ship.

She remembered how passionate his kisses were and how possessive his hands were on her body, she were certain it was him who had choked her and fucked her face after attempting to claim her all for himself before Hunter had ordered him to share. That little tidbit of information made her body shiver.

Binx shuddered thinking about it. She could still feel the ghost of his touch on her skin.

“Take a picture it will last longer.” She barked out playfully as he unpacked her clothes. The sniper behind her didn’t made a sound as he peeled himself from the wall.

Without an invitation, he reached forwards taking Binx by surprise as he yanked back the collar of her uniform revealing the various love bites both him and Hunter had marred her with.

“Well aren’t you an adventurous little kitten.” He snarked.

She smacked him away readjusting the fabric.

“Hunter’s too polite.” He smirked cornered Binx towering over her, “But he recognized your scent the second he saw you…”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Binx raised a brow.

Crosshair hummed and shifted the toothpick in his mouth, “And I remember putting my mark right about here…” He poked her neck right where the makeup was caked on, “You and Hunter can play dumb all you want… but know that I know.” He smirked making Binx’s core pulse.

He looked down at her like he knew exactly which memories were playing in the forefront of her mind at this very moment.

Crosshair then crossed his arms and playfully raised a brow, “I did find you first…”

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Princess; Charlie Mayhew:

*Dr. Mayhew's biological clock is running out and he's desperate for a baby. So, his new fresh faced young intern, Yn will have to do.*

Dr. Charlie Mayhew, a kind and patient doctor in his late 30s, had recently taken on a new medical intern named Yn. She was a shy, timid young woman who appeared rather young for her age. On this particular morning, Charlie was feeling rather desperate - his biological clock was ticking and he yearned to have a child of his own. Perhaps it was the sleepless nights or the stress of being a surgeon, but Charlie found his gaze lingering on Yn's youthful features and imagining her as the mother of his offspring.

"Yn, would you please come to my office," Charlie said, his voice gentle yet firm as he called her into the room when her pediatric rotation began. Once inside, he locked the door and turned to face her. "Yn, you're so young and sweet... I think you'd make the perfect little baby for me."

Yn's eyes widened in shock and fear. "But Dr. Mayhew, I'm not a child!"

"Shh, it's alright," Charlie cooed, reaching out to stroke her hair. "Let me take care of you, baby girl. We'll have so much fun together."

Stepping closer, his hands slid down the young intern's shoulders to her slim waist. "First, I think you need to be properly diapered, don't you agree? My little princess deserves the best care."

Numbly, Yn allowed Charlie to guide her to the examination table. She quivered as he undid her pants and slid them down her smooth legs, followed by her panties. Cool air kissed her most private places exposed now as Charlie admired her round buttocks and hairless mons.

"Lie down and spread your legs, sweetie," he commanded softly. "I need to get you all clean and diapered."

Trembling, Yn obeyed, feeling utterly vulnerable and humiliated as she lay back, thighs splayed. Charlie's warm hands caressed her inner thighs before his fingers glided through her delicate folds, cleaning her thoroughly with a wet wipe. "What a good girl..." he praised. "And your bottom is so tiny and pink! Let's get you into a diaper before you make another mess."

He swabbed her bottom with balmy ointment, making her clench and squeak at the foreign touch. Bringing a thick, soft diaper under her bottom, he fastened it snugly around her slim waist and hips. "There we go! Aren't you just the cutest little thing?" Charlie beamed.

Yn flushed hotly, equal parts embarrassed and excited by the intimate treatment. No one had ever taken care of her this way. "Thank you, Doctor," she squeaked.

Over the next few days, Charlie continued to baby Yn whenever he could slip away with her. He changed her diapers, rubbed her tummy when she had cramps, and even brought her bottles of warm milk. Yn tried to resist at first but his firm, professional demeanor and the deep caring in his eyes slowly won her over. She found herself craving his touch and concern.

Until one morning, Charlie discovered something hard and foreign in Yn's most recent soiled diaper. Frowning, he said "Now sweetie, what have you gone and done? Did you try to hide something naughty in your bottom?"

Yn whimpered and looked away guiltily. Charlie sighed and undid her sodden diaper. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to fish this out, my dear. Hold still."

Cool lube dribbled into her crack and tight pucker. She yelped as Charlie's large gloved finger probed deep inside, feeling around for the toy. "What did you put in here, hm? Tell me so I know what to expect."

"Th-the doctor's little d-dummy thermometer," Yn admitted, shamefaced. "I wanted to feel full..."

"Mmm, such a greedy little bottom," Charlie tutted. He worked his finger inside her, crooking it around until he felt the hard object. "Ahh, I think I've got it... Be a good girl and push."

Yn bore down and Charlie slowly drew the thermometer out with a wet plop. Setting it aside, he continued to play with her stretched, twitching hole. "Heh, you're still so tight... But I think I need to make sure everything is out. Lie back for me."

Whimpering, Yn complied as she was turned onto her tummy. Charlie hiked up her diaper and pried her cheeks apart, revealing her pink, plugged little rosebud. "I do believe you need a proper cleaning out, baby girl," he intoned. "Just relax."

Something cold and hard rubbed over her pucker, making Yn clench up. Charlie chuckled. "Easy now. This is the speculum and it's going to hold you open so I can take a peek." The toy clicked into place, spreading her wide.

Charlie whistled low in approval at the sight of her opened rosebud glistening with lube and nearly drooling arousal. "My, my, if it isn't the tightest little starfish I've seen! And soaking wet too... Does having your bottom played with excite you, sweetie?"

Yn just mewled as he slowly pushed in a long, thin probe. It wiggled deep inside her, finding hidden spots that made her squeal and clench. When Charlie stroked over her swollen clit, Yn came with a wail, her untouched cunt spraying as he continued to probe and tease her asshole.

Finally, he withdrew the toys and wiped her crack clean. Her diaper was changed and refastened. "Such a good baby," Charlie crooned, rocking her through the aftershocks. "Now, let's get you back to bed for a nap. No more naughty surprises, okay?"

Yn could only manage a limp nod, utterly wrecked. From that moment on, she reveled in Charlie's babying and the dark pleasure of having her bottom played with and violated in the most intimate way. Deep down, she hoped his seed would take and she could give him the child he so desperately wanted.

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