#This makes me want to burn his boring wardrobe.

[cheeseburger443]

-I don't think Frollo would look good in a suit. I mean look at him...he's too skinny-

-Is that a challenge??

-No, I just think-

-Challenge accepted.

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Bonus lol

Nah he's perfect in it. I'm his tailor 😏

[aemondloverr]

𝐀 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐭. 𝐈𝐈𝐈

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟒 • 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 • 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 • 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: At breakfast, an important event is announced, and you and cregan spend time in Wintertown, just outside the wall.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: A bit of gossip, bratty brother, denial of feelings, and a jealous man.

𝐰𝐜: 6.9k💀

𝐀/𝐍: I think I'll take a bit of a break after this just because I need to lock in for school :( NGL this is a boring ahhh filler chapter but it’s necessary for pacing☝️🥸 I PROMISE. Or else it would be going way too fast. Trust me. I want it to get freaky already too. There ARE some cute things in there tho.

This may come as a surprise or not a surprise but I feel like I should’ve said this earlier 😭…This series is a Medium-burn. Not SLOW but to get to the best parts, you gotta make it to the end😔

This was originally going to be a one shot and then I thought up a backstory. Then it was 3 parts. And that was a GREATLY underestimated number. Now it’s going to be 6 or 7 parts now so uh…😃 yea…

p.s I did NOT proof read

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𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐩:

You don't want to fall back into old patterns, let alone complicate your current situation. It hurt you to hurt him the way you did but you have to be strong...and yet, deep down, something inside you yearns for the familiarity of his presence, the warmth of his smile, the feel of his touch…

You lift the lid of the food he brought and your eyes land on a small piece of paper tucked among the food. It's a note, penned in a neat and familiar handwriting. The ink is dark, the words written with a strong and decisive hand.

As you read the words, you can almost hear Cregan's voice in your mind, the deep timbre of his tone echoing in your ears.

It reads:

"I hope the food is to your liking. Sleep well, Princess..."

C.

A note so kind yet you were so cruel.

Tonight was not a night you slept soundly, but rather, a night you pondered your words.

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 The next morning…

Cregan rises from bed and quickly begins readying himself for the day, thinking of the promise you made to spend the day with him. After some time, he finishes preparing and makes his way through the castle, heading towards your chambers, his heart thumping in his chest. A part of him feels wary of what mood you’d be in today.

Dismissive? Angry maybe? Would you make snide remarks or would you be on the more kind and tolerating side?

There is a knocking heavily on your door and you’re awoken. All you can do is groan in bed.

“Who is at my door this early?… its just past first light...”

Cregan’s smile widens at your groggy grumble from within the room and he responds, his voice holding a hint of amusement.

"Who do you think?"

“Just…wait outside. I’m not yet decent.”

He steps back from the door, leaning against the wall as he responds.

"Take your time. I'm not going anywhere."

He can hear the faint sounds of movement coming from within the room- sheets being thrown aside, bed creaking lazily, your tired groans and mutterings. You walk over to your wardrobe and take off your shift, quickly replacing it with a dress. It’s the thickest you have, though not near thick enough to shield from the biting cold of your room after the fire in the hearth is burnt down to just embers.

After you put on your dress, you attempt to put on your corset by yourself, but to no avail. As Cregan waits outside, his ears perk up, hearing the sound of you struggling with your corset. His expression turns to one of slight amusement, a hint of a smile on his lips as he imagines you cursing and mumbling, trying and failing to lace it yourself.

“I don't know why I bother with this stupid, silly thing..." you mutter.

His amusement only grows, and he has to bite back an actual chuckle.

"Cregan?! Could you grab someone to help me, quickly!”

Cregan’s ears perk up again as he hears you call from within the room, and he pushes off from the wall and walks up to the door, responding in a quiet voice.

“Sure, but can’t I just-”

He was thinking of coming in and helping you lace it up himself but he cuts himself off as he realizes how improper that would sound, color rising to his cheeks. He clears his throat and responds again, trying to sound casual and nonchalant.

“Never mind that. I’ll- I’ll go get someone.”

He quickly locates a handmaiden or a maid in the nearby corridors and explains the situation and she nods and follows him back to your room, her own mind undoubtedly wondering what's going on.

As Sara, the handmaiden, walks in, she finds you standing there in your half-laced corset, a look of relief on your face. She can't help the small smirk that graces her own lips as she looks at you, no doubt imagining all the things that could have led to this situation - a hasty morning tryst, possibly a stolen night of passion… but none of those are the case of course.

"Thank you Sara…"

She smiles at you as she takes over the task of lacing up your corset, pulling the strings taught, cinching it tightly.

"My pleasure, Princess. Anything else you need this morning?"

"Could you brush my hair...? Style it perhaps, the Northern way?"

You want to dress the traditional style of their people if you want them to have a reason to favor you. Sara grins and nods quickly, already reaching for the brush on the nearby table.

"Of course, Princess. I'd be honored to style your hair. Just have a seat, and I'll have you looking Northern in no time!"

You take a seat on the chair in front of the vanity, and Sara moves behind you. She gently runs the brush through your hair, as she gathers sections, braiding and twisting it in a traditional style, the ones great ladies of house Stark wore.

Sara hums gently as she works, her fingers moving with practiced ease. Every now and then, she glances up to study her work in the mirror, making sure the braids and knots are in their rightful places.

"You have very lovely hair, Princess. It's a pleasure to style it."

"Thank you it looks lovely."

She finishes the last braid and gives it a final twist, securing it in place with a small pin. She steps back, a satisfied smile on her face as she admires her work, eyes sweeping over you from head to toe and taking in your now-styled hair and laced corset.

"There. All done, Princess. You look like a proper Northerner now!"

You stand from the seat, pleased with the finished product, smiling ear to ear.

"Absolutely gorgeous," she murmurs, her tone filled with approval and appreciation.

She can't help but smile back at your radiant expression, feeling very satisfied with her contribution to your appearance. However, a knowing sparkle in her eye betrays the fact that she's just dying to ask...

"May I ask who it is you're getting all dolled up for, Princess?" Of course she's caught right on.

"Dolled up? Why this is quite casual, is it not?" You get up, crossing the room to put on the pelts too large, given to you by Cregan the previous night.

Sara giggles and rolls her eyes, unable to hide her knowing smile. She follows you across the room as you move to don the pelts, eyebrow raised in slight suspicion.

"Oh, of course. I can definitely see how getting your hair braided and fussing over a corset can be 'quite casual', how silly of me Princess!"

"Oh quiet about him. I'd just like to be presentable, in case townspeople see me..."

It's quite an obvious lie. And Sara is clearly not convinced by your flimsy excuse, but decides to tease you a bit more anyway.

"And does this have anything to do with the fact that Cregan is waiting outside, looking oh so impatient to see you?"

Right on the money.

"No...A Princess should look the part at all times, is all..."

"Of course, Princess..."

"Id planned this outfit before I came North. So yes it's pure coincidence."

No royal ever packs all of their own bags for long trips so clearly, another lie. She looks you up and down one more time, taking in the complete picture of you in your Northern-style hair, corset, and pelts.

"Well, I'll admit, Princess, you look absolutely stunning. I don't think Cregan will be able to keep his eyes off you." She winks playfully, laughing at the heat creeping onto your cheeks.

"Sara Shh!! He's right outside the door!!"

Sara laughs and puts a hand over her mouth, trying to muffle her giggles and responding in a hushed whisper.

"You're right. Wouldn't want the poor Northern Lord to overhear us speaking of his obvious affections, now would we?"

"Are you trying to give me away? Quiet!”

Sara laughs again, unable to contain her amusement at your flustered state. She nods and responds in a mock-serious tone.

"As you wish, Princess. My lips are sealed. I'll refrain from mentioning the Lord of Winterfell's pining heart. At least when he's close by."

Sara watches you leave, and she can't help but feel a pang of sympathy and amusement at your flustered state and denial, knowing full well the truth. You like him just as he likes you, though, you hide it better than he does.

"Have a lovely day, Princess," she calls out after you, tone dripping with sarcastic sweetness.

 You just roll your eyes as, you often do.

Sara laughs heartily at your eye-roll, enjoying that she's managed to ruffle your feathers a bit. She gives you one last wink and watches as you walk out of the oom, eyes following you all the way to the door.

Cregan is leaned against the wall, waiting patiently for you to finish getting ready. He hears the sound of the door opening, and he looks up, his eyes widening when he sees you emerge from the room. His gaze slowly trails over you, taking in the sight of your braided Northern-style hair and the fit of the corset beneath the pelts that seem to swallow you whole.

“Shall we go to breakfast?”

He nods, unable to tear his gaze away.

"Yes...yes, of course. Then to the market after." he manages to choke out, voice slightly hoarse. He walks next to you in silence, his eyes fixed straight ahead. His heart is pounding in his chest, his stomach tied in knots. He can't really bring himself to speak, mind still filled with thoughts from the previous day. 

He glances at you from the corner of his eye, but  your expression is neutral, tension in your shoulders. The silence hangs heavily between the two of you, an unsettling reminder of the argument from yesterday.

The silence is awkward and neither of you want to talk.

Cregan steals glances at you as you walk, and unbeknownst to you, he's still fixed on the way youv'e readied yourself this morning.

Thats how she'd be dressed of she was the lady of-

He stops the thought in its path before he could even finish it, taking a deep breath as to not get flustered.

As you descend the stairs of the great keep and step out into the yard, eyes turn towards the two of you. A few Stark guardsmen standing nearby do a double-take at your appearance. Some of them whisper to each other.

Cregan notices the looks and glares, a hint of possessiveness flaring in his eyes as he guides you towards the entrance of the great hall.

He keeps one hand on your lower back, fingers splayed over the pelts. The noise and activity of the room die down somewhat as the people inside catch sight of you, many of them whispering and murmuring amongst themselves.

“Remove your hand please…” You whisper.

He looks a little hurt, a tinge of disappointment in his voice when he responds, trying his best to act unbothered.

"Sorry. I...sorry. I forgot myself for a moment…"

To your surprise, everyone in the hall stands in your presence.

“No no please, be seated.”

The Lord opposite you hurriedly stands to pull out your chair, practically tripping over himself to do so. The rest of the Lords and Ladies take their seats once more. He's clearly a little flustered by your appearance, eyes roaming over your face with a look in his eye that you cant quite place.

Cregan watches the lord, his jaw clenching ever so slightly. He can feel his possessive nature flaring up again, not liking the way the he's shamelessly ogling you right before his eyes.

Not that cregan hadn't been ogling you himself as well.

"Thank you. you are too kind!”

The Lord blushes slightly at your words, his eyes still taking in the sight of you in pelts and braids. He stutters, his voice hoarser than before as he responds..

"It's- it's nothing, my lady. It's an honor, truly, to host a guest as fine as yourself here at Winterfell."

“It’s my honor entirely. Winterfell is very beautiful!”

The Lord practically beams with pride at your compliment. The few other lords and ladies gathered at the table also nod in agreement, clearly flattered that a Southron princess is complimenting their home.

Cregan can't help but roll his eyes at the lord's reaction, silently amused and somewhat annoyed at the man's obvious attempts at currying your favor.

Sounds of forks and cutlery clattering against plate fills the hall as everyone eats.

Maybe you could use this to get back at Cregan…

The idea forms quickly in your mind, a small smile slowly spreading across your lips. You play into the lord's ego, leaning in slightly and giving him an appreciative smile, your eyes sparkling with charming sweetness.

"You flatter me, my Lord," you murmur, your voice lower and velvety-soft.

"Could I ask you something, princess?"

"Yes?”

He leans in slightly closer, as if sharing a secret, his voice lowered to a whisper.

"I do hope you won't think me too forward in asking, but...do you have plans for this evening?  

You take a moment to pretend to gather your thoughts, letting the Lord bask in his excitement and anticipation. You glance across the table, meeting Cregan's eyes for a split second before looking away again.

“I do not. Why do you ask?”

The Lord is clearly flustered by your closeness and your sweet demeanor as he responds.

"Hunting parties today, my princess. We- we have a few set to head out to the Wolfswood a few hours before noon."

“For what purpose? Is there an event or something of the sort?” 

"Yes, there is a feast this evening in your honor. It's tradition here to hunt when there is a...guest of importance on an extended stay at Winterfell. It is considered good fortune and-"

Cregan cuts in, unable to refrain from interrupting once more, his eyes fixed on yours as he adds,

"And an opportunity to display one's skills to our guest. To prove one's worth, as it were."

Just the response you wanted. Jealousy.

“That’s a similar tradition we do in the South also, except it’s for the King usually.”

The Lord nods in agreement, his heart practically beating out of his chest, bursting at your apparent interest in him.

"Quite true, my lady. It is a custom that goes back centuries here in the North. And we take great pride in honoring our guests appropriately."

“Well let us make this a bit more interesting for the people, shall we?”

The room falls silent as you stand up and tap your glass gently, all eyes turning to you, including Cregan's. The lords and ladies at the table watch you expectantly, wondering what you're about to say.

“Good morning, lords and ladies. I’ve been made aware of the feast to come this evening in mine and my brother's honor,”

Nods and murmurs of acknowledgement come from the other lords and ladies around the table. They all seem eager to know more about the upcoming feast, clearly looking forward to the celebration.

“I’d like to pose a challenge for those participating later at noon…Whoever brings me the largest game shall win my hand at the dance this evening!!”

There are gasps and low murmurs of surprise from the lords and ladies around the table at your declaration. Many of them are clearly taken aback, and a few look even envious at the prospect of being your partner at the dance.

Now that’s something worth raising a glass too.

A few of the lords and ladies around the table immediately raise their cups, clearly excited and motivated by your offer. They all toast to the challenge, already making silent plans on how they can outdo the others and win your favor.

You take your seat again as the lords and ladies around the table continue their conversations, most of them now talking about the upcoming challenge and the possibility of winning your favor at tonight's feast. Cregan sits across from you, his eyes fixed on your face, a mixture of irritation and disappointment in his gaze.

You question him, feigning obliviousness.

“What’s wrong?”

Cregan's eyes narrow slightly as he looks at you across the table, his jaw clenched.

"You know exactly what's wrong. You're offering your hand as a prize to the first hunter to bring you a big stag. What game are you playing at?"

“It’s just a bit of fun, lighten up!”

Cregan's eyes flash with irritation as he grits his teeth, clearly not amused by your nonchalance.

"Just a bit of fun, is it? Offering yourself up like a prize to be won? Can't you see how dangerous and foolish you're being?"

“Do not argue at your own table with your guest. It is impolite and rude, Lord Stark”

Cregan's jaw clenches tightly at your rebuke, a flicker of anger in his eyes. But he holds his tongue, reluctantly swallowing back the retort that nearly spills from his lips. He knows you're right, but it doesn't make him any less angry about the situation.

He forces a tight smile.

"Yes, of course, my princess. Forgive me for my lapse in courtesy."

You begin to talk to the lord beside you again. Cregan watches from across the table as he continues to talk your ear off, his eyes fixed on you. It takes every ounce of self-control he has to bite back the words that threaten to spill from his mouth, resisting the urge to snap at the man for hogging your attention.

He stabs at the food on his plate like an angry child.

“I did not catch your name. Lord…?”

The Lord blushes slightly at your question, clearly flattered that you're showing an interest in him.

"Oh, forgive me, my princess. How foolish of me to forget such an important detail. I am Lord Harwin Flint, the son and heir to Lord Wylis Flint of Widow's Watch."

“Quite a long way you are from Widows Watch.”

"Indeed, my lady. Winterfell is not the closest place to my home, but the Starks are an ancient and respected family, and I’d feel honored to be in attendance at such a splendid feast."

“Of course,” you smile before taking another bite of your food.

*****

Soon after, breakfast concludes.

The lords and ladies around the table begin to stand up, signaling the end of the morning meal. A few of them cast glances in your direction, clearly still thinking about the challenge you proposed earlier.

Cregan stands up as well, his jaw clenched and his eyes fixed on you as you rise from your seat to leave the great hall. He walks beside you in silence for a few moments, eyes occasionally stealing glances in your direction. The air between you is thick with tension, though he makes no attempt to break it yet.

“What is it?"

Cregan glances at you, surprise briefly flitting across his face that you seem to have noticed his subtle glances. He considers you for a moment before speaking, choosing his words carefully.

"That young Lord Cedric. He seemed rather... taken with you."

His tone is neutral, but there's a hint of jealousy or possessiveness in his words.

"Well I am a Princess so..."

His jaw clenches slightly at your words, his jealousy evident in his expression. His eyes flash with a hint of anger as he responds.

"True, but the way he was looking at you... it was more than simple admiration."

He pauses, his voice dropping lower as he continues.

"He didn't just see a princess. He saw a woman to admire and possibly court."

"Oh nonsense-"

"No, I'm serious. I saw the way he kept glancing at you, the way he blushed like a boy when you thanked him. He was smitten, Princess."

He stops walking, turning to face you directly, his expression dark and intense.

"You can't tell me you didn't notice."

“Were you not staring at me too…?” I tease “for quite a long time might I add…”

"I was merely observing... as any lord does when a royal guest is in his domain."

He takes a step closer towards you, his gaze locking onto yours.

"And you're deflecting. We're talking about Lord Cedric, not me."

“Observing…I see…” I say sarcastically.

Cregan's smirk widens at your sarcastic tone, obviously amused. He takes another step closer to you, reducing the distance between you even further. His eyes never leave yours as he speaks, his voice now a low rumble.

"Oh, yes, 'observing'. I was observing your every movement, your every expression, your every reaction to Lord Cedric's attention."

He leans in slightly.

"And I didn't like what I saw."

"My conversation with Lord Cedric is not for you to like or dislike. Matters of the Princess of the realm are no matters for that of the Warden of the North"

"You're right. You are the Princess of the realm, and I am the Warden of the North. However, that does not mean I cannot have opinions or feelings regarding your interactions with my men."

He pauses, his gaze flickering over you for a moment before he continues.

"Lord Cedric is young and inexperienced. He doesn't appreciate the significance of your presence here- "

"We will speak of this no more. I did not come here to listen about how you don’t like when lords fancy me.”

Cregan's expression tenses at your firm tone, his jaw working with suppressed frustration. His eyes linger on you for a moment before he responds, his voice taut and strained.

"As you wish, Princess. But just remember, the North is a place of bluntness and honesty. Here, we say what we mean and mean what we say."

He takes another step towards you, his eyes not leaving yours as he continues, his voice low and intense.

"And I mean it when I say that I'm not fond of seeing you with other men."

You sigh, annoyed and walk away.

Cregan watches as you walk ahead, hands balling into fists as he tries to control his emotions.

He quickens his pace to catch up with you, strides long and purposeful, closing the distance between you in just a few steps. When he reaches your side, he reaches out and gently grasps your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

You turn abruptly.

Cregan's grip on your arm tightens for a moment before he releases you, his eyes locking onto yours. His expression is a mix of anger and something else – something you can't quite place, but it makes your heart beat a little faster.

"You can't just walk away from me like that."

“Then walk faster.” You pull your arm away.

For a moment, he looks as though he's about to grab your arm again and pull you back, but he restrains himself, letting out a frustrated huff instead.

"So, you're going to act like a petulant child now?" He asks, his voice laden with sarcasm.

"I am simply protecting my sanity and I will not allow you to destroy it. Not again."

Cregan's expression darkens at your words, his jaw tensing as he recalls the history between you. His eyes narrow, the memory of past hurts and disagreements stirring up his anger.

"I destroyed your sanity? Pray tell, how I managed to do that?" he retorts, his voice sharp and filled with bitter sarcasm.

“Can we not talk about this right now? It’s far too early in the morning.”

Cregan lets out a frustrated huff, his patience clearly wearing thin. He takes another step towards you, closing the gap between you even further. His gaze is intense and unwavering as he responds, his voice low and filled with an underlying hint of anger.

"You can't just bring up such a serious accusation and then refuse to elaborate. You're acting like a child."

You stop in your tracks suddenly. “You will do well to remember who you are speaking to. I’m here because I have to be, not because I want to. So save your interrogation for a later date.”

Cregan stops walking as well, his eyes narrowing at your response. His jaw clenches as he bristles at your words, his anger flaring up once again.

"And you would do well to remember who I am as well," he retorts, his voice filled with a hint of condescension.

"I am the Lord of the North and the Warden of this castle. You may be a princess, but you are a guest here. It would do you well to remember that, and show me the respect I am due."

“I don’t owe you anything-“

Cregan's anger spikes at your impudent response.

"You don't owe me anything, huh? You come into my castle, eat my food, expect me to house and protect you, and you don't think you owe me anything?"

“I didn’t ask you to-“

"I offered you my hospitality, and in return, all I ask is a little respect."

You take a breath, sighing because you know he’s sort of right. He is providing you. But it wasn’t your choice to come here in the first place.

“Fine then if you’re so desperate for it” you mutter, just to shut him up.

He crosses his arms over his chest, his stance still tense as he responds, his voice now calmer but still laced with a hint of sarcasm.

"Oh, gracious of you. I didn't know asking for basic decency was such a challenge for a Princess such as yourself."

You simply roll your eyes as you always do.

As you continue walking through the streets of the Wintertown, the people pause in their activities, their heads turning to watch you as you pass. Some stare openly, their curiosity and surprise evident on their faces as they whisper to each other. Others bow their heads reverently, their gazes filled with awe and admiration.

Cregan walks beside you, his gaze constantly flickering from you to the people around you, watching their reactions with a mixture of pride and possessiveness.

There was no time to keep glowering when you’re supposed to be looking the part so you quickly change your expression.

You give a polite smile and the people respond to your smile with smiles of their own, some even offering timid waves or friendly greetings as you pass by.

Your friendly waves and acknowledgments only seem to deepen the impact you have on the people around you. A few of the women even whisper amongst themselves, their eyes flicking towards you with a mixture of envy and admiration. Men watch you with respectful gazes, clearly noticing your beauty and regality.

The aroma of various stalls fills the air – the scents of freshly baked bread, exotic spices, and roasting meats.

Your irritation slowly starts to subside as you take in the vibrant atmosphere around you. Children laugh and play nearby, their youthful energy filling the air. The smell of street food beckons your taste buds, and the scent of fresh herbs and spices hangs heavily in the air.

Cregan glances over at you, noticing the way your face softens as you watch the children play. Though he tries to hide it by quickly redirecting his gaze.

Pussy.

Merchants and vendors take notice of you and Cregan and offer you various goods and trinkets, hoping to win your favor. Some present intricate jewelry, others, beautifuly crafted knives, and some offer the finest produce from local farms. They seem eager to please you and you cant help but take their gifts and buy their many things.

And Cregan, well he cant help but find your kindness towards his people a desirable trait, So much so, he almost forgets the reason for his foul mood.

Your mood has brightened with your now-many things in your hands, and you stumble upon a dress. Its made of fine materials, intricate details and its black and rich red color catching your attention. Cregan follows behind you as you approach it,

"Ma'am, who made this magnificent gown? It's just lovely! and these gloves as well? The shoes even? Theres a whole set?!"

The shopkeeper, ancolder woman witha friendly smiles, steps forward to greet you. She beans at your compliments, face lighting up with pride.

"Thank you Princess," she says. "My husband and I are the seamster and seamstress who crafted this dress. The finest kmaterials money can buy. The gloves and shoes are his work also!"

"How much for the whole set?" You see another fabulous dress "Oh and that one there too,"

The shopkeeper moves quickly to fetch the dresses and present them to you, holding them up so you can see the front and the back. "Excelent choice milady," she says witha smile "Teh set of the first dress, with the gloves and shoes will be...lets see...Thats 215silver stags." She tunrs her attention to the second dress. "As for the second dress, that one will be 150 silver stags."

You think on it for a second before deciding. You practically throw your bags onto Cregan to take out your coin purse. "Oh would it really kill to buy a few more dresses? I think not. I'll take the other two dresses there and the necklance and the-" At this point, youre buying out they entire stock.

He eyes widen and she quickly fetches the other dresses, the necklace and a few more acessories, presenting them to you. "Anything else you'd like...?

"One last thing! The-" Cregan gently puts a hand on you arm, interrupting you sentence. He casts a glance at the growing pile of bags and items you are to purchase on the shop's counter, obviously overwhelmed.

"No more," He groans with a hint of annoyance in his voice. Hes already suffering enough from the many bags hes having to carry. "Youv'e already got enough to fill a small carriage-"

"Here hold this."

Cregan lets out an exasperated sigh as you hand him yet another item to carry, casting a tired glance at you, eyes silently questioning why you need so many thing.

You turn back to the Shopkeeper. "Im afraid this is all I can get...for now. If it were upto me id buy your entire stall, but i must heed the advice of your Lord before he collapses."

He smile faulters when Cregan shoots her a stern glare, warning her not to test his limits any further, sighing as he adjusts the bags in his arms once again.

"Lets go already," He orders firmly, gestering for you to walk ahead.

You give 4 gold dragons "For you and your husband. May You make the most beautiful dresses."

The shopkeepers eyes widen in disbelief, mouth agape as she looks at the hefty payment in her hand. She looks up at you, eyes brimming with tears and gratitude. "Thank you, milady," she stammers, ver voice trembling slightly. "You are too generous. i will pass this along to my hisband, and we will surely amke many more beautiful dresses in your honr."

"I do hope so. Good day to you miss." You take the box and teh small bag with the jewelry meanwhile Cregan is still annoyed about being relegated to the status of your personal pack horse.

Except you don't ride him like one. I mean, maybe you will-

He hadn't realised that something as mundane as shopping to brighten your mood so much. But he can't deny the genuine happiness on your face and he find himself unable to stay anooyed for too long. He casts a sidelong glance at you, observing your joyous expression as you carry the dresses and other items.

By the time you reached the gate, cregan almost couldnt hold it any longer. He looked positively frazzled and his breath comes in short puffs, face flushed with exertion.

You still stride ahead and he follows after you, steping heavily, silently pleading for compassion an undrstanding. You seem oblivious to his struggle. That or, you simply dont care. People give amused glances, finding the sight of him lugging your items aound quite comical.

The guards at the hate cant help but let out quiet chuckles, amused by the sight of Cregan struggling and he asks them for help. He feels a pang of embarassment at having to ask for their assistance.

"Of course can give you a hand." He hoists them over his shoulder and his friend still fights to keep a straight face, the supressed laughter threatening to burst out at any moment.

Creganhands over a couple of bags and boxes, grateful for the assistance, but still feeling a bit humiliated at the specticle hes become.

Reaching the keep, you hold open the door. "Up to my chambers, thank you."

Cregan nods mutely, body aching and cheeks flushed from exhertion, and he looks completely drained. He struggles up the stairs, following you to your chambers.

"Just a little more ways away."

The guards enter your chambers aswell, still trying not to laugh. You let out a little chuckle yourself and its not helping at all.

Cregan casts a resentfull look as you do so. He sets down the bags and packages, back aching. He lets out a sigh of relief and rolls his shoulders in attempts to loosen the tension in his mucles.

He collapses into the chair beside your bed to relax his body

"Uh, excuse you."

"What?" he asks with a tinge of irritation

"You can relax in your own room."

He rises from the comfortable chair, departing to retire to his own chambers. He had hoped for a moment respite after carrying all of your things, but he cant blame you for wanting him gone.

you walk towars the door, opening it for him. Hes muttering under his breath, dicontent quite obvious in his tone. Something about "Women" and "Too many bags" as he walks past you.

After he laves, you begin to undress in order to try on your newly purchased ones.

That same moment Cregan leaves your room, Jace emerges from his. He observes his disheveled state, out of breath and hair ruffled. Jace then unexpectedly pushes open the door without knocking, anger evident on his face.

You almost yelp, covering your body with your dress. He takes in your half state of undress and it only makes him angrier.

"What the FUCK Jace?"

"What the fuck to you too, what were you doing with Cregan??" he asks, voice coming out in a low, heated tone.

"What are you talking about?? You cant just barge in here like that!"

His expression hardens, shoulders tese and jaw clenched. "I saw him leaving your room. You wanna tell me what the hell is going on between you and him?"

"Lower your tone, nothing is going on, he only-"

Jace scoffs, disbelief evident on his face. "Only what? Why was he in here in the first place?"

"First of all, dont speak to me like that young man. You speak with respect or your turn your ass right back around and leave. Secondly, He'd carried all of my bags from the market for me. and turn around"

He just rolls his eyes, and faces towards the door so you can put your dress back on "He carried your stuff from the market? And that warrented him being in your room?"

"I asked him to bring it to my room so yes."

He found your explanation unsatisfactory and crosses his arms. "And that required being in your room while your'e undressing? Really??" he turns back around

"Do you even hear yourself right now? Why would I have undressed while he was in the room-" The realization of what he was implying suddenly dawns on you.

"I thought..." he trails off awkwardly.

Oh gods he think we really- "I didnt fuck him if thats what you're asking, alright? Gods..." your cheeks heat up at the words coming out of your mouth. Well thats definately something you never saw yoruself saying.

You might even wish that what you said wasn't true.

"I wasn't saying you did-"

"Yes you were."

He lets out a sigh and reluctantly meets your gaze. "Alright maybe I was, but can you blame me? seeing him come out of your room while you were undressing... what else was I supposed to think?"

"Youre supposed to think rationally. If you wanted me to send you home so badly, you coudve just said so."

His expression falters and his features soften as he realizes the weight behind your words. "I dont want you to send me away," he says quietly, voice barely above a whisper, "Im just..i dont know, i overreacted."

"You keepdoing this and im suck and fucking tired of it. I shouldn't have to threaten you for you to behave yourself..." you scold him with a disapointed tone. You thought he'd fixed his out of line behavior.

His shoulders sag, expression one of embarassment. "I overstepped I'm sorry..."

"Sorry isn't enough, this needs to change sooner or later. If you have concerns you let me know, respectfully."

Jace nods, his head lowered in genuine remorse. "I will..." he promises.

"Go to your room."

He turns to leave, shoulders slumped in shame.

"And on more thing."

"yes...?"

"There is a feast tonight. I expect you to be cleaned up and presentable within the next few hours."

He lets out a small sigh. "Alright. I will. Anything else?"

Knock next time. Please." He nods a third time and shuts the door behind him as he leaves.

"Gods that boy..." you mutter to youself. You make sure the door is locked this time as you undress again. "Hes so rash sometimes..." Youre still replaying the scene in your mind.

You continue to undress, shedding your outer layers until youre left in just your undergarments. Your top exposes a generous amount of skin and leaves very little to the imagination.

Knock knock knock.

"What do you want now Jace???"

There is a moment of confusion as you assumed it was Jace on the other side of the door. You call out again, your question lingering in the air, until the person on the other side replies.

"It's Cregan."

oh. "Yes?"

to your surprise he asks, "May I come in?"

"No i am not decent yet... what is it?"

cregan sesitates for a moment, clearly thrown off by your responce. he lets out a small cough, trying to maintain his composure. "Forgive me, I didnt lean to intrude. I...I just wanted to check in on you." He talks in a hushed tone now. "I heard you...arguing with Jace."

"Shouldn't you be resting?"

You let out a sigh and so does he.

"I was going to, but then i heard the comotion in your room and i wouldnt help but worry."

"How much did you hear...?"

He pauses for a moment, mind racing as he tries to decide whether or not to be truthful. You were worried he heard the part where you said-

"I overheard most of it..."

Fuck.

"I know. it wsnt a plesant conversation to listen to." but it was pleasant to think about fucking, even though you know you shouldn't.

He shakes his head to get the thoughts out of his mind. They're becoming dangerously more frequent for both of you.

"Well how much is 'most of it' ?"

Cregan leans against the doorframe, voice more quiet as he recounts what he had overheard. "You scolding Jace for barging in and jumping to conclusions about us... And.." Oh no here we go. He hesitates for a moment, voice getting even quieter.

"I heard you discussing the...less the appropriate implications he made about our...activities" He blushes furiously and awkwardly clears his throat. You silently cover your face on the over side of the door.

"Im so sorry you had to hear that..."

He shakes his head, trying to wave off your apology with a nonchalant gesture. But the blush on his face betrays his true feelings. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart.

"Its...Its alright," He assurs you "I shouldn't have listened in the first place."

"No we were too loud. Thanks for checking in on me." You reply

Cregan nods, his embarassment slowly fading as your words sink in. "Of course,"

You silently scream and punch the air, sursing Jace in your mind. Thinking back to those...activities, you blush too. You know he heard what you said.

"Okay.. Well um...Good luck on the hunt then. Go catch something big for me."

"You know I will," He replies, trying to sound confident. "I'll bring home the biggest buck you've ever seen."

"If you say so..." you taunt.

He grins, conficence rising at your doubtful tone. He cant let that go unchallenged. "Oh I do say so. I'll get that dance, just you wait."

"Off you go then."

As Cregan heads off to the stables, he can't shake the feeling of your prescence from his mind. The thought of you and the implications made still lingered, stirring up a maelstrom of emotions within him.

Maybe the things you said you hadn't done with Cregan, you wish you had.

He really just doesn't want any other lord to end up dancing with you. The image of another man, holding you in his arms makes his stomach churn uncomfortably. His mind fills with the image of him dancing with you and his heart quickens.

But then his thoughts take a more intimate turn and his imagination spirals out of control. Him holding you close, bodies pressed together, an embrace that borders on indecent. He can almost feel your warmth just thinking about it.

Cregan knows he shouldn't be thinking such things but he cant help it. That image of you, so close yet so far from his grasp, is consuming his mind and burning in his core like a raging fire.

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𝐀/𝐍: SUMMARY: THEY JUST KEEP GETTING LONGER AND LONGER. I'm sorry for the boring filler guys (and for dissapearing) 😔 see you at part 4 when the feast happens. At the end of the feast things get a little heated xp

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Homeward Bound 2

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Your job as the caretaker is rarely boring, especially around nesting time. Fortunately, you're prepared for almost anything.

Warnings: Swearing, accidental self harm (walking on hot sand), bits of backstory.

Word count: 1k

Your room off the hatching grounds was small, with just the necessities. A simple bed, a small table for some jerky and water, and a small wardrobe. You didn't inhabit this room all the time, thankfully - your normal room was bigger, more spacious. But for the last weeks leading up to the hatching, if you weren't out on the sands, you could be found here. 

You didn't dare go far from the eggs, especially as it got closer to hatching day. It was risky, considering you would only get a few hours’ warning, at best. 

So when someone knocked on your door at some ungodly hour, you woke and rolled out of bed before your brain even had a chance to catch up. You threw on your robe for some semblance of modesty, yanking the door open. 

One of the messenger boys stood in front of your door, hair mussed and cheeks red from his run. “One of the dragons,” he said, one hand waving back the way he'd come. 

You didn't wait for the rest of his message, pushing past him and sprinting down the short hall and to the sands. Hot sand nearly burned the bottoms of your feet, but you paid it no mind. 

It took only a moment to find the dragon in question. A new mother, gray wings spread wide, nearly prancing in distress but somehow never even touching her eggs. 

“Hey, hey, easy,” you soothed, approaching her carefully, hands up. “Easy, beautiful. Calm down and show me what's wrong.” 

She hissed, higher pitched than normal, more nervous than aggressive. But she settled, at least a little, all four feet remaining planted now. 

“Good,” you crooned, taking another couple steps closer. “Now. Show me what's wrong.” 

She hissed again but allowed you close, wings slowly settling against her back again. She stepped back carefully, allowing you to see the nest. 

And the clear crack that ran across the top of one of her eggs. 

“Oh.” Sharp pain lanced clean through your chest. “Oh, beautiful….” Ever so carefully, your fingertips ran across the crack, feeling for moisture. It was possible the internal membrane hadn't torn, in which case you could patch up the egg. Fortunately, that looked to be the case this time. You breathed out slowly, pressing your palm mid-way down the shell to check the temperature. A little cool, but not bad. 

You could make this work. 

“Okay,” you breathed out. “Okay. Your egg is okay.” You looked up at the dragon to make sure she understood, meeting brilliant golden eyes fearlessly. “I'm going to help.” 

She trilled softly, lowering her head to nudge your shoulder very gently. 

“Yes, yes,” you murmured, sparing one hand to pat her snout. “Go get your rider, and a few others if you can. Quickly.” 

She hesitated only a moment, the instinctive pull to remain at her nest strong, before she turned and took off. You didn't watch her go, instead focusing on shoring up the sand around all the eggs. That would help keep them all stable and warm. 

Now to address the crack. 

You didn't want to leave it alone - there was too much potential for things to get in there and cause problems. 

You had all the things you'd need for a kind of paste you could cover the crack with. It would need to be reapplied periodically until the egg hatched, but it would work. 

You spared a brief thought of thanks that your mother had taught you everything about this job. 

The tromp of boots on sand and the trill of the dragon pulled your attention up from the sand. The mother had returned with her rider and two others. Including Simon. 

“Pack more sand around these eggs,” you ordered the three. “All around them. But do not touch the cracked egg. I will be back in three minutes.” 

You stood, frowning thunderously when one of the riders goggled at you, mouth open. “Now,” you snapped.

Simon cuffed the gawking rider before striding off to grab one of the shovels. You turned and ran back to the small storage room off the hatching grounds, full of ingredients for just such a need as this. 

The sand was hot as you carried the bowl back to the egg, reminding you painfully that you were not wearing shoes. You grimaced but pushed through, walking calmly this time. You didn't want to get any sand in the bowl. 

The three riders had made quick work of getting the eggs braced with more sand, Simon still holding the shovel even as he watched you approach, eyes dark. 

“Good,” was all you offered, kneeling carefully next to the cracked egg. Partially to not get more sand around, and partially to make sure your robe stayed covering you. You covered the crack with the paste, carefully going beyond the edges of the crack to be sure nothing could get in. When you checked, the egg was already a little warmer. Very good. 

Sighing softly, you pushed back to your feet. “Very good,” you murmured. “The egg will be fine. Thank you for your help.” You looked at each of the three riders. The one who belonged to the mother dragon actually stepped forward to hug you, something you returned a little awkwardly. 

The mother settled around her eggs again, even more carefully now, crooning softly before she settled her snout right next to the cracked egg. You patted her head, relieved. 

It took until you gathered up the bowl and tugged your robe tighter to realize that Simon was still standing to one side, gaze still fixed on you. You paused, foot scuffing through the sand, eyes blowing wide before you schooled your expression back to neutrality. You nodded to him once and strode back to the storage room, covering the remaining paste with a cloth. It would keep for a while. 

You needed to wash up. 

You paused, just for a moment, at the edge of the sand where the hallway to your room branched off. Simon was standing next to Ilsbet, one hand under her chin, forehead pressed to hers. You turned away from the quiet moment. But not before you smiled.

[smallestapplin]

could you please do knockout from transformers x transmasc reader?

You didn’t specify a scenario, so I went with just some downtime fluff ^^

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Knockout quite enjoys having you around the medbay, it gets boring as his usual companions work leaving him to his own devices, but with you a boring day can be a delight. Today, however, was slow, nothing new or exciting until later tonight, and that’s mostly because his street racing doesn’t start until then, so for now you two are in his habsuite.

You smile from where you’re sat, watching your lover scrutinize your wardrobe.

“Knockout, it’s alright, I don’t need anything fancy.”

You try not to laugh as his red optics narrow at you.

“No darling of mine is going to walk around not looking his best. I wonder if I can break into one of those large buildings, and get a nice suit I seen on your devices for you.”

You truly expected to just cuddle or watch one of those silly dramas he’s gotten into you, you didn’t expect for him to ask you for all your clothes to help you dress better. Though you can’t help but think he wants to have a sweet date night, and just won’t tell you as a surprise.

“If you want I could go shopping, maybe even get a few nicer outfits to match you.” Your voice edging on playful, but you smile as he whips around to you, confusion on his face.

“Match me?”

“Yeah, I could get something to match your color scheme! Maybe a red dress shirt, black vest and pants, get some silver accessories.” You rattle on, kinda excited as it could be your first well made suit or outift.

You know how Knockout loves dressing you up, making you look handsome and a cut above the rest. He’s not entirely fond of humanity, but it feels so nice that you’re his exception.

His optics light up, intake opening slightly before he smiles.

“Oh I like the way you think! Of course, my colors would look great on you.”

He walks over to his berth where you stayed sat, and picks you up in his servos.

“It would be such a loud claim I’d have over you.” He kisses the top of your head, clearly excited for this.

He isn’t sure if you could spark bond with him like another cybertronian could, nor does he know any potential side effects, given the fact you are human, but this? This was something safe he could do with you, and not only dress you up but to dress you in his colors, informing anyone who looked at you that you were Knockout’s boyfriend.

It gets him so giddy inside.

You yelp as Knockout begins to move a little too quickly, making his way out of the base.

“W-wait, now?”

“Of course! Why wait when we can make perfection now? I’ll have to take you with me tonight and show off my handsome man. All mine.”

You can feel your face burning, even if he can’t see it as he transformers and lands you right into the driver’s seat.

“Hold on, cause I don’t plan to waste any time.”

At least he’s just as excited as you are, so happy he liked your suggestion. How could he refuse you, when you already wormed your way into his spark?

[yournaothings]

Shattered

((Ahem. A short story of human being saved by what they assumed was an angel; only to witness that this so called "angel" was anything but that. *No warnings, I don't think. Talk about Oc's universe/home being destroyed. Hopelessness, feeling of loss, comfort, then betrayal.

I did my best for Shattered Dream, like I had said in a previous post, I don't know much about him. I read the fandom wiki's to kind of help me out. So, possible OOC for him. Probably ooc for him. heh...

The story was inspired by lyrics from "Unbecoming" by Starset.

You found me drifted out to sea

It's automatic

It's telepathic, you always knew me

And you laugh as I search for a harbor

As you point where your halo had been

But the light in your eyes has been squandered

There's no angel in you in the end

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"I hope you find your room to your liking. Good night, my starlight."

The room? It was more than I had expected. The large bed was comfortable, covered with silk sheets and a cozy warm comforter. The amount of pillows outnumbered the ones I had on my own bed at home. The rest of the room was very spacious, lined with a wardrobe, a vanity, a body length mirror, a bench that sat at the end of my bed, and in the wall in the middle of the room was a fireplace with a fire burning bright and warm. 

The castle was cold and dark when Dream led me to my room. The only light was from the burning torches that sat high up on their holders on the walls. The light from the flames gave the environment a gothic and almost creepy feel to the halls. The fireplace in my room was a comfort for sure. The light from the flames of my fireplace was perfect, as well as the candle lights that sat all around the room. Even the connected bathroom had candle lights burning. 

Being here made me feel like royalty. A better feeling than what had had only hours ago when I found myself without a home-

That's right. I no longer have a home. What did Dream say? My universe was destroyed and somehow, miraculously I survived and was thrown into the anti-void? The dull room? Plains? Whatever you want to call the boring, blinding place that is the "anti-void."  

I was lost. Walking for hours, I think? I couldn't keep track of time. I didn't even know if it was day or night! My body was exhausted by the time Dream found me. I was lost, and so worn down that I had thought he was a hallucination. But then, he came to me as if he were an angel sent from above! Even though he was a skeleton.

His gloved hand held out while he gave me a brilliant, calming smile. His eyes are pretty gold, as was the circlet he wears on his head. His clothing made him look like an angel of sorts, though they didn't billow like you would see in the movies. But, the yellows were so vibrant, and the green or turquoise bordered the tunic he wore.  The black under armor? Or maybe it was compression wear? Whatever it was, it was the perfect look for his outfit, making him look so regal. 

I hadn't realized I was on my knees when he found me, dried tears caked to my face. When did I start to cry? It had to have been while I was aimlessly walking about the empty void. With hesitation, I took his hand and he pulled me to my feet, and oh, his voice was so majestic, so imposing. 

"There, there. No more crying." 

He settled my nerves, my sadness, my anxiety. He told me how he watched me break free from the destruction of my home and fell here. 

"I'm sorry it took me so long to find you. Now that I have you, will you allow me to help you?" 

I couldn't say no. Not when I had nowhere to go and no home to go back to. Going with him was the safest for me, the only way for me to get out of here. 

"My name is Dream." 

"Are you a guardian angel?" 

He laughed softly at my question, his free hand gently covering his teeth, as if to hide his laughter. His pretty gold eyes shifted to look at me.  

"Is that what you think I am?" 

I nodded; of course I thought he was an angel! He saved me! His only response was a soft pleased hum as he guided me through a strange portal. 

I slept so soundly throughout the night. 

I felt so safe. Not even my nightmares could get to me. It was like Dream was protecting me physically and mentally. I knew I could stay here forever, or for as long as Dream allows me to stay. Somehow, I had to repay him for his kindness.

If only I had thought better of the situation when I had met Dream.

The next few days (at least I think it's been days) went by without a hitch. Dream continued to help me out. He conjured up new clothes for me- he must have gone out and bought them! Another thing on my list of things I needed to repay Dream for. The food was very delicious, and his company was soothing. We talked. (I talked to him, Dream listened.)  We got to know each other! (Dream got to know my personality, my likes, my dislikes. My comforts and my fears.)  Everything seemed to be going well, and I was so happy about it! 

"How would you like to live with me?" 

Dream finally asked, his elbows were propped up on the dining table and with his fists clenched, his chin rested on top of them. His grin was lazy, relaxed. His eyes were unreadable, but I didn't notice. I perked up and I could feel my lips widening into a grin.  

"I would love to! I really like it here!" 

Dream chuckled and leaned back in his seat. "Wonderful. I must throw a welcome party for you." 

I raised an eyebrow as I finished my breakfast. "A party? You don't have to do that." 

"Oh, but of course!" Dream said with enthusiasm! He stood from his seat and started to walk towards the doorway leading out of the dining room and into the kitchen. I grabbed my now empty dishes and followed after him. It would be rather rude to just leave them on the table! As I walk into the kitchen, fully intending on washing my own dishes, I paused and my grin faltered. 

Dream walked over to three skeletons who looked oddly similar to Dream. I paused as I looked at each of them and frowned. 

"What's going on?" 

Dream turned to face me as he stood in between the grinning skeletons. His hands slipped behind his back and hooked together as he stood in a perfect, regal stance. His friendly grin was gone and was replaced with something more sinister looking. As my own grin fell, the skeletons' grins widened. 

"We're going to throw a party for you, remember?" 

I glanced at each skeleton, then at Dream. 

"These are your friends?"

"you sure did pick a stupid one, shattered!"  The one skeleton with what looked like a wriggling target on his front spoke with a snarky tone. 

Dream hummed with amusement as he seemed to take great joy in my discomfort. 

"A naive human, yes. But, they are perfect for what I have planned." 

As he spoke, Dream's body shifted into something more grotesque, terrifying so. His body leaked with what resembled black tar that continuously dripped from his body. His left eye socket was covered by his goopy tar, and the right socket remained the pretty gold color I grew to love. I choked on a gasp when from his back four tendrils protruded out and hovered and wiggled behind him. 

He pointed to his head, a sickening amused grin widening as his one good eye socket widened in mirth.  

"Still think I'm an angel? There was never a halo, pet." 

His once majestic voice was gone and replaced with something so dark and frightening. He was a nightmare. 

"You tricked me. Into doing what exactly?" 

I was hurt, betrayed. I thought he was my friend. I thought he was my savior. 

"Anything that I desire of you."

"But, why?" 

"Why do you think, pet? A lost soul in the anti-void? You should consider yourself lucky that I found you and not Error." 

"I don't know who that is." I shook my head. It was then I felt myself trembling in fear. The dishes were still held tightly in my hands. 

"Oh, you'll meet him eventually; and when you do, you can thank him for destroying your home." 

My eyes slowly widened as he said this. 

"H-He's one of your friends?" Dream's laugh was my answer.  "Dream- why?" 

"hehe! they're still calling you by that name?" 

"his name... is shattered." 

"you should be thankful he saved you." 

"Heh. I suppose I should give introductions. These will be your friends. Killer, Dust, and Horror." 

Drea- Shattered gestured to each skeleton. Killer was the one with the wiggling target, the black tears streamed down  his cheekbones and stained his bones. Dust was the one with the mismatched eyes. Blue was what made up the middle, while the red bordered it. I could barely make out his grin. He wore a torn scarf around his neck. And finally, Horror was the big guy with a huge crater on top of his skull. A massive head wound and just below that was one large, nightmarish eye light. His clothing, much like the other two's clothing choice, was torn and bloodied. Horror was the perfect name for him. 

I moved without thinking. My dishes fell from my grasp as I turned to run. Where the hell was I going to go? I never left the castle. I didn't even know where this castle was! But, the safest place I knew of at that moment was my bedroom. 

"want me to chase after them?" Killer grinned as he summoned his knife.

"i can chop... off their feet." Horror snickered. 

Dust grunted in disgust. No way was he running after that human, unless Shattered asked for him to do so.

"No. Let them run. There's nowhere to go. I will always know where they are from now on." 

Shattered's laughter echoed through the halls, reaching the ears of the panicked human who was now a prisoner to Shattered Dream and his team of Bad Sanses. 

[eddiediazismyhusband]

(Please don't apologize. You may call it pessimism but I see it as realism and I truly appreciate it. I've seen people SO excited to see the cast back this week and all the excitement about the new season, optimism for canon buddie, what hair/tattoos/wardrobe might look like. And I feel bad because I don't want to rain on anyone's parade. But I cannot be bothered about whether Oliver will keep his fluffy hair or have any new tattoos or Ryan's mustache because I don't want another season of boring, repetitious storylines that don't do anything to the characters, especially those of color (thinking of the cartel and Mara right now)

I'm hopeful that because season 8 will be a full 18 episodes things won't have to be as rushed or thrown together at the last minute as season 7. But yeah, please don't apologize for your opinions because you're not the only one thinking similar thoughts <3)

im moreso apologetic because i dont WANT to be a debbie downer but its like…. ive been burned by shows (this one included) far too many times to be super optimistic and excited over things that could very potentially not be good for us… like i’ve said, most of the people i know with that mustache are awful human beings and when you add in the fact that gerrard also has a mustache like that AND that tim has been showing so little care for eddie as a character/care for poc characters as a whole it doesn’t seem far fetched to me that tim could very easily commit one of the most egregious acts of character death by veering eddie so far off the natural path simply to create cheap drama

like im so glad we seem to be getting fluffy hair buck… unfortunately fluffy hair buck doesn’t negate the fact that he’s currently in a relationship with a racist and that they’re ignoring 6 years of subtext built between he and eddie to try and further reiterate their “totally platonic dude bro” relationship, on top of giving eddie a look that exudes macho straight republican man…

(and don’t get me started on the fucking cartel plot or the mara plot bc what the actual fuck is wrong with tim minear 💀💀)

i just want them to stop dragging their feet on buddie while seemingly writing everything else as this whirlwind of convoluted messy nonsense drama plots and actually decided if they’re gonna commit to just ship/queerbaiting or to the subtext and plot theyve infused into the story since eddie’s literal first episode.

like personal feelings aside for the mustache, i think we’re giving the writers too much faith in portrayal of queer characters to actually say that it’s eddie “embracing queer culture” simply bc it looks like eddie mercury… we’re talking about the same writers who gave the main wlw couple a cheating plotline, have boiled down buck’s sexuality to just sex, and have relied on playing into stereotypes of mlm/wlw side characters rather thsn actually putting time and thought into it… like it’d be one thing to say “it’s a nod to freddie mercury” if the show has actually shown any kind of care beyond using sexuality plotlines for cheap drama (henren) but the reality is that they haven’t shown us that we can trust them in that way yet.

and who knows maybe it IS a nod to freddie mercury, but we don’t know for sure and im not going to set myself uo to be disappointed yet again when its just as likely to be s nod to them making eddie an antagonistic character with gerrard… yeah, that plot wouldn’t make sense for eddie as a character but neither did the vertigo plot so who’s to say tim wouldn’t go for it?

at the end of the day, i am just not looking forward to s8. nothing yet has given me any inclination to actually watch it until we are shown that they are making strides to actually tell a meaningful story that doesn’t rely on minorities for tokenism plots or putting them through needless pain again. yes this show is a drama, but there are other ways you can create drama (hell it’s a show about first responders) than putting poc characters through the fucking wringer time and time again, profiting off their pain, while simultaneously telling lowkey racist stories that involve the fucking cartel coming out of nowhere to burn down a LA fire captain’s house???

so yeah, i’m just not feeling great about it. i also don’t wanna rain on anyone’s parade but i don’t wanna get my own hopes up when i would just be setting myself up to be let down yet again by these writers

[radioactivedragonbones]

Back In The Ol' Days [2014] we had the punk/nerd AU... but I have my gripes with the PNAU; it feels outdated to me. In 2014 I ate that shit up, but it's 2024 and the rampant micro-trends have me re-thinkin modern Hijack portrayals...

So here I am to propose a new PNAU: Grunge X Emo.

Hiccup as a cozy grunge kind of guy- basically just classic comfy casual clothes but with earthy tones, ripped up jeans covered in motor oil stains, and loose flannel shirts over worn-out tees.

Jack as a casual emo kind of guy- Skinny jeans with rips (often on the end of the legs cause they annoy them when they're too long), tight band tees, and his classic hoodie he can disappear into the shadowy hood of to sulk.

Elaboration ⬇️

I think it could be fun to explore the way Hiccup has a ton of hand-me-downs and spends a lot of time patching up old clothes, or adding custom painted patches to his bags. Maybe he knows how to sew just from patching/mending. I like that in the movies we see him doing bith heavy work in the forge, and having gentle hands as an artist. I think he'd be good at a ton of different diy skills and put them to practical use with his wardrobe.

In canon, Hiccup does have a lot of leftist and punk ideology; The Edge is literally equal-ownership equal-imput everyone else just decides he runs the show. And he literally changes the dominant mindset of the society he lives in to better the life of both his people and the ones they've been at war with for decades. Hes pretty punk... but I don't see him going so far aesthetically as to be a full Spiky Punk TM. He's always on the move, working on something, or chilling outside with Toothless, so I think a more casual comfortable style suits him. Though I do think he would like jackets with extra straps and buckles on the pockets and stuff, and maybe a good belt bag + leatherman combo. Totally the type to always have a pocket knife. He'd paint himself patches and slap a few of em on his bags, coats, maybe over that burn hole in his jeans that's been annoying him. He'd favor practicality over aesthetic, but he still has a sense of style. As he gets older he probably leans into the edgier style, wearing more black and red combos, more strappy belts/coats/bags, and even gets a few tattoos. But I do see him as a grungey earthy engineering guy with comfy, often oversized silhouettes.

Jack I could see being super impulsive and latching onto pop culture; something emos were notorious for. I, personally, was clamoring for a branded tee shirt the moment I deemed a band good enough to youtube->mp3 to my ipod. I could see Jack doing that kind of thing, and latching onto this misunderstood invisible-yet-visibly-different identity. He probably favors dark blue, brown, and black. Deffinitely the type to get on the colored jeans trend when it hit. Maybe he even doodles little swirling patterns on his clothes when he's bored- an adhd habit I know all too well.

Without being, yanno, dead, Jack's Different Look would probably come just from him wanting to express himself. He feels isolated and finds it hard to make lasting friends because when people *do* notice him, they tend to see him more as a silly little jester than a person worth getting to know. He copes with humor and trying to get attention every now and again but ends up with a closer knit group of oddballs. He's good with kids, of course, and tends to take on a cool-big-brother to anyone in need of one. All of this playing into this casual and easy-going but edgy, kinda emo look. He probably listens to sad emo music while sitting on a roof, staring at the moon, contemplating his purpose in life. He pretty much does that in his movie so it isn't much of a stretch lol.

Anyways, feel free ro give your 2 cents and build onto or off of this as you please, I'm just brainstorming I guess. Thinkin aloud... visually. I tend to like psychoanalyzing characters and it's interesting to me to think of Hic & Jack's canon portrayals and what they would mean in a modern-human AU.

[dreamingofep]

Smile, baby

Pairing: Austin Butler × Reader

Word Count: 6.7K

Summary: You're the photographer for the Vman photoshoot with Austin and you can't seem to ignore all his charm.

Warning(s): SMUT, the usual p in v action, dom! austin, slow burn, teasing, fingering, oral.

A/n: Hi everyone! Hope you enjoy this little Austin fic! Please feel free to comment and message me your thoughts I'd love the feedback! Sorry for any spelling mistakes or goofs.

You finish packing your camera bag and double check you have everything you need for this next shoot. You had been in the photography business professionally for the last four years and have enjoyed it. It was your lifelong dream to be a full-time photographer and it finally came true.

This next shoot was for the magazine Vman featuring actor Austin Butler. You had seen some of his stuff and really liked him in The Carrie Diaries. He had that boyish cute look in that show and at the time, but you hadn’t paid much attention recently to him. There was so much you had to focus on like editing a million pictures after each shoot you do or planning trips for the next big gig. You didn’t necessarily have time to inspect every single aspect of whatever actor’s life you were meeting on set. Quite frankly you didn’t care because these people were just human and were really nice to work with and that’s all that mattered.

You slip on some black leggings and a tank top and put on some lip gloss as you head out the door.

You get to the studio before anyone else and start to set up your equipment and check out the space. It was a rather simple warehouse with some couches, a bed, and some tables that could be used for the shoot if need be. You hear the door from across the way get opened and in comes a rolling cart full of clothes and the wardrobe designer behind it.

“Hey, I’m y/n, I’ll be the photographer for the shoot. Thanks for coming early,” you say as she goes in for a hug to greet you.

“No problem! It’s nice to meet you I’m Angie. What do you think of the looks? Is it something that fits the vision?”

You had already talked to the magazine about what they were looking to get out of this shoot. They wanted the title of the issue “Hollywood's New Burning Love,” since the new Elvis movie would be coming out very soon and it was already getting rave reviews. The concept was to be bold, edgy, and free. Really capture that side of Austin but make sure the audience can also feel the human connection through these pictures. When they say pictures are worth a thousand words, they’re right. That’s why you loved your job so much. It was the best way to tell a story in just one single frame.

You sift through the rack and feel the smoothness of the black leather pieces hanging on the hangers and the jaggedness of the studs that were on another jacket. The mesh floral shirt caught your eye right away and thought it was really interesting but would see how it would look on Austin to see if you would use it for a shot. You were going to be mainly taking most of the pictures outside so you were hoping the weather would stay nice.

After a few minutes of looking through the wardrobe options, the doors open once again and you see Austin along with his team behind him.

You’re taken aback because your previous memory of how he looked and not at all what he looked like now. He was stunning in person, so gorgeous you can swear you felt your heart skip a beat.

Oh, fuck what’s happening.

He makes eye contact with you first and the way those blue eyes bore into yours, it’s electrifying and sends a shiver throughout your body. He then makes that boyish cute smile he’s always had at you and you can’t help but blush. You look up again and see he’s still looking at you only a few feet away.

“Hey, I’m Austin. I assume you’ll be the one taking pictures of me today?” He asks as he gestures to your camera strap around your chest. His eyes linger there at your chest for a brief moment before meeting your eyes again. You bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from giggling like an idiot.

You nod, “yep that’s me, as long as you don’t mind me being all close to your face,” you wince at the words that just freely came out of your mouth. Jesus Christ, what had gotten into you? Just seconds into this interaction you’re a babbling mess.

He chuckles and puts out his hand to shake it, “yea I think I can handle that dear. Let me go change. What did you want to see on me first?” He asks so innocently. But your brain is moving a million miles an hour and you continue to turn another shade of red.

I want to be on you…

“Uh…umm… how about that mesh floral shirt…I umm think that might be a nice start.” You start to pinch your hand trying to regain any control you have left of the situation. He nods his head and grabs the outfit off the rack and heads to the makeshift dressing room.

You quickly double check your camera is working properly and your battery is fully charged. What the hell has gotten into you? No one gets you this flustered, especially at work!

Austin comes out from the changing area and has the mesh top on and black dress pants. You try not to stare too much but he looks good and you feel your face flush.

“Where would you like me, darling,” he asked as Angie handed him a cowboy hat.

You giggle a little as he puts it on goofily and starts walking out with you. “Let’s go outside and see how the lighting looks and go from there okay cowboy?”

“Mmm, yes ma’am, he says in a Southern accent and tips the end of his hat down and you both laugh.

He’s so unbelievably charming to you I can’t believe the way your heart races around him.

He’s a natural in front of the camera. Charm is just pouring out of him and you find yourself smiling at every little thing he’s doing.

You have him lean against the building in the sheer shirt and lean back. The way he looks up is so attractive it makes you needy.

You both lock eyes and they burn into you causing your cheeks to feel like fire. He doesn’t look away and if you’re not mistaken, you think he likes the way you’re getting all flustered for him. You take a slow breath and watch as his eyes linger all over your body. He lets out a soft, “mmm,” from his lips and you do everything to try to regain focus.

“Okay umm… how about an outfit change. Maybe just changing the top in the tank top and leather jacket look.” You say as direct as possible to try to shift the mood of your photoshoot and have his eyes quit fucking yours.

You change your camera battery inside as he’s changing into the next look. He comes out from behind the dressing room and comes out shirtless with the leather jacket flung over his shoulder, being held on by just two of his fingers. His shirtless body looked divine, some Roman sculptures would be jealous of how good he looked without a shirt. The silver-adorned belt around his waist caught your eye and stared once again at how good he looked in those pants. The pronounced bulge in his pants made your mouth water and you bite your lip to try to stop yourself from staring when he was walking toward you.

He clears his throat to catch your attention, you shoot your eyes back up at him as he has a sly grin across his face as he sees where your eyes are drawn to.

“I was thinking no shirt, just felt right,” he pauses and you nod. He walks closer to you, slowly, like a leopard stalking his prey, and whispers, “hmm, I thought you might like that honey. Anything to keep your eyes on me longer…” he trails off and brushes your hair behind your ear.

You feel the wetness begin to pool in your panties. The tension between you two is electric and you have to do everything in your power to stay professional and maintain to stay calm.

You look up at him and those icy blue eyes bore into you with lust. Your heart races as you don’t know what to say next. Nerves fill your body as you start to enjoy the closeness of his body to yours.

“Oh, umm, let’s go outside again. The lighting should be perfect,” you stumble out. You and the rest of the team go back outside and you really don’t have a clue what the next shot will be but then it hits you.

You have all the power in this situation. He needs to listen to your direction.

If he wants to play this game and make you all flustered, you can do it too.

“Austin, why don’t you stand by that blue wall, it’ll bring out your eyes,” You tease and give him a wink. He lets out this airy laugh and shakes his head. He starts to put on the leather jacket and you stop him. You rush to him, away from the rest of the team so they can’t hear you.

“Ah, wait Austin, I was thinking nothing on for this part… since you like to have so many people’s eyes on you, this would be a for sure way to do that,” You tease and brush his hair back on the sides as he did to you.

“Nothing on hm?” He emphasizes, “I think that’s a special shoot we’d need to have just you and I. And as far as having other eyes on me, I’d much more prefer it to be yours only,” Your breathing hitches and you bite your lip.

“What are you trying to do here? Do you flirt this hard with every photographer you encounter hmm?” You say firmly.

“No baby, just with you. Somethin’ aboutcha is driving me crazy, and I know you can feel it too.” He teases, his voice raspy and deep, as his face inches dangerously closer to yours. He has this slight southern inflection in his voice. Something he must have still from shooting the Elvis movie but dear god it’s so fucking sexy. Between the raspiness and the southern inflection he has on some words, you’re falling apart at the seams.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whisper sheepishly.

“Yes, you do. You’ve turned eight different shades of red since I walked in here. Do you normally get so flustered over every client you photograph?” He rebuts back at you.

You press your lips together as he’s got you pressed in the corner.

“Only the ones who eye fuck me throughout the entire photoshoot,” you say.

“Hmm, well I’ll try to make it more, bearable for you dear,” he chuckles and places his hand on his lower lip. You step back and realize you have a perfect shot.

He keeps his hand to his mouth and the other hand on his hip as he watched you closely back up and raises the camera to your eye. You squat down in front of him and the biggest smile forms across his face. Another burst of embarrassment embarks upon you as you realize he can see your cleavage perfectly at this view. You stand up quickly and snap a few more shots knowing that the first one you took was the perfect shot.

“Alright, I think we can move along. How about you put the leather pants and vest on for this shot and sit on that bench over there?” You point across the way and you start to walk over.

He leaves without saying a word and comes back a few minutes later down and sits down on the bench, giving you this devilish look. He crosses his legs as the makeup person fixes his hair a bit. An assistant hands you a different lens for the shot and you accidentally drop the lens cap. The cap rolls directly at his feet and he looks down at it, then back up to you. The insolent man doesn’t make any attempt to pick it up for you and you see what he wants you to do.

Bend down in front of him again like a submissive whore.

You purse your lips together and take a deep breath and walk over to him.

“I got the cap Austin don’t worry,” you scoff and pick it up and blow the dust off of it.

“I knew you’d get it. I just like you kneeling in front of me,” he says as he brushes his hair through his fingers and leans back.

Your blood boils. No client has ever talked to you this way. But no client has turned you on this way either. You’re at a crossroads. You can either tell him to get his head out of his ass or make it worse for him and have him continue to be at your mercy.

Option two sounds like a plan.

You scoot back a little, still bending down, and place the camera up to your eye.

“Open your legs Austin, you need to look more relaxed…” you say quietly but just loud enough for him to hear. His eye grows wide and he wipes his palms on his thighs. He shifts his body a bit uncomfortably, exactly how you wanted him to get. After adjusting so, he stretches out his long legs out, making it so you’re right in between them.

“Like this?” He asks innocently as he looks down at you.

“Mhmm, just like that.” You say as he looks off into the distance. You feel how soaked your panties have gotten in this position and they only are getting worse by kneeling in front of him.

“Smile, baby. Look right at me,” you coo softly and the expression on his face is a shock. It felt great to be so in control of him and have him do every last thing you wanted. He does as he’s told and looks directly down the lens. He bites his lip slightly and another sly grin forms across that beautiful face.

You get up and take shots from a higher angle and know you’ve gotten some amazing pictures.

The sun was setting and know the shades and lighting would start screwing up the pictures so you thought that would be a wrap.

“Thanks, everyone! I think that wraps it up. You all were wonderful!” You clap and start to hug everyone as you make your way inside.

You start tidying up your things and the crew starts to say goodbye as the sun begins to set lower.

You finally begin to calm down as the tension throughout the day was a massive cloud over you and your thoughts.

He was right, do you get flustered over every client you photograph? The answer was obviously no but today, Austin really got the best of you and this indescribable need to be close to him took over all sense and logic you had left in your body. The last few crew members leave the studio and you waved goodbye.

You watch as Austin emerges from his dressing room and he brushes his hair back and his eyes meet yours again.

“Thanks for a great day y/n. You sure made it fun,” he chuckles as he bites his lower lip. He looks you up and down yet again but this time, it looks like he wants to ruin you.

“Oh, it was my pleasure. Do you have a few minutes? I’d love to show you some of the shots I got today,”

“Yeah, I can stay for you,” he quips.

You walk over to your laptop on the desk and take a seat on the stool. Austin follows closely behind you and scooches the seat next to yours even closer. Your shoulders touch and when they do, it’s like fire seeping through your clothes. Sitting there almost not breathing, you start nervously tapping your fingers on the keyboard of your computer. You search around your files and open all the pictures from today.

You click on the first picture and once again have to press your lips together so he won’t see the grin wanting to take over your face. God, he just looked so good. The way his back arched in some of these. The way he sat with his legs spread wide open, just beckoning you to come and sit right there in his lap. You were flipping through the photos rather quickly but when you saw that picture of him in the leather jacket, sitting there with sexual charisma dripping off of him, you can’t help but pause and look further. The way he looked perfect to you in this shot had you start to become wet again.

He notices your prolonged stare and a cunning little smirk emerges on his face.

“Is there something wrong with this one? You’re looking at this one awfully long.”

His voice snaps you back to reality and your look at him with those pleading blue eyes.

“Mmm, you probably don’t want to hear what I have to say about this one,” you say teasingly as you go to click on the next picture.

The next one is only worse. Instead of his looking away from the camera, this one is him looking directly into the lens and making you quiver.

His eyes look over you again and this time , his hand is placed on your thigh causing you to put your full attention on him. you don’t break eye contact.

“Oh no trust me, honey, I wanna know what you think of this one.”

“I don’t that’s necessary,” you stutter hoping he might just drop it.

“Do you like how I look here? Do you like it when I look at you, and only you, like that.”

You nod your head, “mhmm, I love it actually.”

“Why do you love it so much?” His hand tightens around your thigh and fixes your hair sending a wave of pleasure from his just making contact with your skin.

“Austin, please, you’ve been killing me all day, I can’t do this,”

“What was I doing baby, I was just listening to you’ll day. I think it would only be fair if you listened to me now and answer my question. Why do you like this picture so much hmm?”

“B-b-because, umm, because you look so sexy sitting like that. Looking at me like you’re just begging to be fucked,” you moan out.

A big smile on his face emerges and he turns your stool to face him. He spreads your legs apart and places both hands on your upper thighs.

“Well, that’s funny you say that because,” he pauses as he looks at your legs spread for him, his hands trail up your legs dangerously slow, the friction it's causing is driving you mad. “That’s exactly what I wanted. I wanted you to get on me and slow fuck me until you came apart,” he groans out and squeezes your thighs tighter. His thumbs were getting closer to your core by the second and you felt the throbbing begin to worsen and your wetness begins to pool.

“Austin… I can’t do this…. I don’t screw around with my clients, I have a reputation I have to keep,” you say breathlessly and you continue to feel the wetness seep through your panties.

He nods his head slowly, “I understand, I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do. I just thought you were thinking the same thing I was thinking. And maybe, just maybe, I could be the one to make you feel good instead of you going home by yourself and touching yourself all night wishing it was me…” he says sheepishly and his thumb grazed your core. His eyebrow raises as he feels the amount of heat coming off of you and the subtle wetness seeping through your leggings. This brings a smile to his face and looks up at you to see you in agony. You’re desperate for more of him and can’t help it that you push your hips onto the spot where his thumb is.

“Mmm, so needy I see. Let me help you with that honey. I just want you to feel good. You’ve been killing me all day with how beautiful you look,” he coos as his hand grazes your face and you lean in to kiss him.

Your lips crash together like the ocean meets the sand and it feels perfect. The kisses are so intense and passionate that there’s hardly any time to breathe. You place one hand on his face and the other on his thigh. You so desperately want to be taken out of here and have him ruin you all night long. Your kisses deepen and his tongue explores yours, licking your bottom lip at first then pushing it in further and moaning when he does this. You start to move your hand up his thigh and smile when you find his large bulge hardening and making his pants even tighter.

You can’t help but break the kiss and look down and what your hand is tracing over. You feel your core throb, wanting him to take care of this undeniable need you have for him to please you in any way he can come up with. You place more pressure on the outline of his hardened dick and hear his breathing hitch and he places his hand on top of yours, slowly rubbing it with you.

“See, you’re killing me. Let’s get out of here,” he pleads and you solemnly nod your head.

Your heart races as this are one of the most scandalous things you would ever do! You always kept it professional but something about Austin had you dying for his attention. Fear strikes you when you realize it might raise some eyebrows if you show up at his hotel. You swallow that fear and get into his car and drive off to the hotel which is only a short drive away from the studio. He parks out front and gives the keys to the valet and you realize you both are staying at the same hotel.

Well, at least no one will be asking questions about why we’re showing up here together…

You both round the corner of the lobby to the hallway where the elevators are. You keep a comfortable distance from each other, keeping it professional in the public eye. The up arrow flashes and Austin has you step in the elevator first and he follows behind. He presses the fifteen button and waits for the doors to close. As soon as they shut, he pushes you against the wall and kisses your lips with fire. He pushes his hips into you causing a groan to slip out of you and his hands roam your body freely. You want so much more contact with him, your body is aching for it and you claw at his back, causing him to let out a low guttural growl.

One hand grabs your ass and he squeezes it in his large hand. He starts to trail his kisses down along your cheek and down to your neck where he pauses there and sucks on the sensitive flesh. His free hand travels across your breasts, down your torso where he finally stops when his fingers find your throbbing core. You’ve only gotten wetter since you both left the studio so the wetness has soaked through your panties and your leggings, causing a big wet spot to form in between your legs. He places two of his finger on your clit and rubs in slow, agonizing circles. You gasp at the sensation as you have been so on edge since first meeting him.

“Seems like you’ve soaked through your leggings, you need it that bad hmm?” His voice was low and in control. You look at those endless blue oceanic eyes and nod your head yes as a small whine escapes your lips.

“I can take care of that honey,” he coos into your ear and pulls his body away from yours as you feel the elevator cart come to an abrupt stop.

He leads you out of the elevator and down the hall to where his room is. He taps the key card on the lock and the little light on the door turns green and he opens the door for you. He finds the light switch and you cautiously make your way through the room. It isn’t large by any means but the king-sized bed that is in the middle of the room seems massive. You feel him come from behind you and start to kiss your neck again. His hands grope your breasts and you feel his cock getting hard again pushing into your ass.

You moan at the feelings he is giving you and how desperate you are to take off his clothes. It’s almost as if he reads your mind as he picks you up and places you on the edge of the bed and lifts your shirt off your body. He unhooks your bra and places wet, sloppy kisses all over your breasts sucking hard on your nipples. You’re breathless and your head continues to spin. He gets on his knees in front of you and places kiss up and down your torso before hooking his fingers around the waistband of your leggings. In one quick motion, he drags them off your legs, also taking your panties off with them. You see the wetness that has smeared on your inner thighs and your cheeks get red at the sight. This only creates a smirk on Austin’s face and he runs his fingers on it. He spreads your legs wider so he can see how wet you truly are. He bites his lower lips at the sight before him.

“God, you look so perfect. So wet for me,” he teases as he runs his index finger through your folds causing you to hiss. You can’t help that your hips roll onto his finger wanting more than just a light touch. You start to unbutton his shirt and yank it off of his beautiful frame. His tan skin glowed in this light. You want to lick every square inch of this man.

He slowly puts his finger in your dripping pussy and you moan his name. He slowly pumps it in and out of you, feeling every inch of your walls and how taught you are around his long finger. He looks at your every reaction and slips in his middle finger inside you, causing you to arch your back and roll your hips onto him. He picks up the pace watching intently how so much wetness is spilling out of you and how good you look getting fucked by his fingers.

“Austin, fuck, I-I-I… I want you inside me,” you pant as you grab his forearm. A stark grin forms on his face, “I already am inside of you, what more could you possibly want,” he teases and curls his fingers inside you. Your eyes roll back in your head and you feel the coil in your belly tighten. His fingers are reaching places you never knew existed and you want nothing more than for him to make you cum.

He pulls his finger out of you and licks the wetness off of them before starting to unbutton his jeans. Your breathing quickens and you’re so on edge you almost feel the room spinning.

“Are you ready for me?” He stands up as he is unzipping his jeans and his cock is at eye level to you. He glides them down his leg and kicks them to the side. He’s left in his boxer briefs and they make his hard cock look delicious laying down on his leg. He slowly slides them down springing his cock free and your eyes grow wide.

“Oh fuck,” you moan and bite your lip as you continue to gaze at his impressive length. Everything about him looked good while he was naked. His toned body down to his hard cock. He was longer than you expected and your mouth watered at the sight before you. The veins protruding on his shaft made him look so good and the red tip of his head was leaking with precum. His balls were hanging tight closer to his body but nevertheless were ample in size. He takes his right hand as you are staring at him and starts to jerk himself off. The way his hand enveloped his shaft and a small sigh slipped from his lips as his thumb smeared the sticky wetness from his tip along some of his shaft. You couldn’t stop looking at how big he really was and how hot it was watching him jerk himself off in front of you.

“You sure you’re ready for me baby girl? Do you think you could take all of this cock inside you?” He teases and you feel your core throb at his words.

“Please, Austin, fuck me,” you beg and he pushes your body down with your arms above your head. Austin examines your body laid out before him and starts to run the head of his cock through your sopping wet folds. You moan, unable to take anymore teasing from this man. After he gets some of your wetness on his shaft, he lines himself up to your entrance and carefully starts to put inch by inch inside of you.

You’ve never experienced sex with anyone so big so the feelings you were having were unlike anything you’ve ever felt. He was slow and gentle, making sure you were adjusting to his length and not causing it to become painful. The way he was stretching you with each slow thrust was driving you wild. The sound of his soft grunts every time he put more of his cock inside of you was the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. He had one hand around your wrists that were above your head and the other rubbing your swollen sensitive bud.

You arch into his hand, letting out a whine needing so much more than what he’s giving you. You claw at the sheets beneath you and your breathing quickens and whining moans escape you. You look up at those blue eyes full of lust that could consume you if you let them. Without saying a word, you plead for him to give you more. He kisses you deeply and pushes in the rest of his cock inside you, bottoming out and he groans loudly.

Your mouth opens when you feel how much he’s filling you and are so overwhelmed by the way he’s stretching you out. He starts to move his hips faster causing you to scream. Every thrust was hitting your cervix and the mix of pain and pleasure was driving you crazy. You shut your eyes closed as you let Austin take you any way he wants. His fingers pick up the pace on your clit causing you to feel the coil in your belly tighten.

“Fuck, you’re taking this cock so well baby. Feeling so good,” he moans into your ear.

The way he moves his hips should be a crime. I guess he kept some of Elvis’ moves…

His hips continue to swivel and pound into you effortlessly. His pace is slow and controlled but you know you can’t last very long like this. He’s hitting all the right places and your walls are hugging his length tightly.

“I’m gonna cum,” you cry out. He sucks on your neck, marking you as his, and slowly starts to pull himself out of you.

You whine at the feeling of being so empty and watch him as he gets off of you and proceeds to sit on the bed with the pillows behind his back. He stretches his long legs out and sits there with his hard cock glistening full of your juices.

“It’s your turn baby. I want you to do just as I said before. Slow fuck me until you cum apart on this cock,” he commands as he looks at your body hungrily.

You crawl over to him and straddle his narrow hips. Grabbing a fist full of his hair, you pull his head back, nibbling and sucking on his gorgeous neck, leaving little red marks going down it. He moans out in frustration and you feel his cock twitch against your tummy. His hands find your nipples and start to roll them in between his fingers, sending shocks of pleasure straight to your leaking cunt.

You let go of his hair and line him up to your entrance. You slowly sink down on his head and your eyes roll back as you feel him stretch your weeping pussy. You look back at him and his mouth is open, watching as your pussy consumes his cock inch by inch.

You take more of him and moan the more he fills you. You’re moving so slow, just like he said, but he gets restless and bucks his hips up into you and makes you take all of his length deep inside you.

You squeeze and claw at his biceps and moan out his name. He holds your hips still as you adjust to him. Rocking your hips back and forth, you feel how insanely good he’s filling you never wanting this to end.

He starts to move in and out of you, helping you ride him.

“Such a good girl, keep riding me baby,” he says breathlessly and you squeeze his length at the sound of his words. You try to keep the same rhythm he's setting but you want nothing more than buck wildly on him.

You lean back and reach out your hands to place them on his calves. You rock your hips at this new angle and you see how his eyes become drunk on watching you take his cock like this. He starts moaning louder and muttering expletives under his breath. He throws his head back and squeezed his eyes shut after a while, knowing he’s close to coming apart.

This angle is hitting the most sensitive spot inside you and you feel the coil inside you about to snap. Your walls start to flutter around his girth and he watches as your mouth opens in ecstasy. Both of your moans and grunts fill the otherwise silent room and you start to move faster on him. He pulls you up so you two are chest to chest. He sucks and bites on your neck as he fucks you harder, needing every last ounce of you.

“Cum baby girl, I feel you’re so close,” he groans in your ear. He grabs your hair and pulls it back a little, never leaving eye contact with you. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and fuck him harder as you start to clench around his cock. Your vision starts to see spots and you squeeze your eyes shut as you ride out your orgasm.

“Ohh, fuck baby,” you moan out loudly and leave scratch marks down his chest. No one has ever made you orgasm this much and your body feels euphoric. As your orgasm slows, you start to open your eyes again. His face looks so fucked out, with his eyebrows furrowed together.

“It’s your turn, baby. I know you want to cum,” you pant and you pull his hair as he lets out a groan. He bucks his hips into a few more times into you before lifting you up off of him and leaving you sitting on your knees. He gets off the bed and entices you to come to him with just the motion of his index finger. His eyes look like they’re on fire as he watches you crawl to him on the edge of the bed to him. You stare as he jerks his cock off in front of you. His head was red and your juices covered his entire length.

“Open that dirty mouth baby. Need to fill it with everything I can give you.” He groans as he moves his hand faster.

You open your mouth for him and feel hot spurts of his cum coat your tongue and the back of your mouth. You can’t help but moan at this obscene act and how much you’re getting off to it. You feel your wetness drip down the side of your thigh as he fills your mouth with his hot cum. You watch his face as he cums and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever encountered. The way his lip curls and how the veins in his neck pop out as he’s finishing.

He carefully puts the tip of his cock on your tongue and gasps at the feeling. You look up slyly and suck on his head. The last way you can tease him and get away with all that you’ve done. He hisses at the sensation as he is overstimulated at this point. You gently suck his tip one last time and release it with a pop of your mouth. He grabs your face with his large hand and looks down at you.

“You better swallow that like a good girl,” he commands breathlessly.

You swallow his warm, thick seed, and a grin forms across his face. He wipes your bottom lip and goes in to kiss you. His tongue swirls in your mouth and he places a hand on your cheek as you both relish in the kiss.

He breaks the kiss to look at you and he pulls you into his arms.

“Was that okay for you?” He asks innocently, his boyish features shining out as he genuinely feels the need to know you were taken care of.

In your mind, you want to scream that was the best sex you’ve ever had. But you remain composed and try to hide your face in his chest.

“Mhmm, it was beyond okay… I don’t know what else to say .” You giggle slightly.

“Well, it was amazing for me too. Let me get a towel for you. You just can’t help but make a mess everywhere you go huh?” He laughs as he squeezes your wet, sticky thigh.

You roll your eyes and laugh at him. You hug your knees to your chest and relive the events of today in your head.

If today proved anything, you really loved your job and will never forget a second of it.

Austin comes from the bathroom with a towel in his hand and one around his waist.

How could he look any more attractive…

He gently wipes your thighs and pats the wetness from your swollen folds. You tense up a bit and he rubs your back soothingly.

“I got you, honey, just relax,” he says and places a kiss on your cheek.

There’s a comfortable silence between you both and you’re not sure what to say next.

He’s rubbing circles on your back and starts humming a tune as he lays back and pulls you in his arms.

“So, um, I have a question for you honey,” he says shyly.

“Mhmm, what is it…” you say sleepily.

“Well, I could escort you back to your room so you can enjoy the rest of your night alone, or…” he trails off and your body freezes in anticipation. The sound of his low, raspy voice can make you fall apart again right here. He grabs your hip and squeezes the soft flesh there.

“I can make you stay here all night and fuck you until the sun comes up.”

Your heart flutters and starts ringing in your ears. Your hand trails down his body til it finds his semi-hard cock.

“Mmm… you’re gonna have to make me stay,” you say squeezing your hand over him.

“It’s gonna be a long night for you,” he teases.

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[the-whispers-of-death]

when i started sending asks about rich reader i imagined him to be a shorter (compared to Sarabi) man with some chub but still strong and a little older. but like.....

it would be like the rabbit who is obsessed with his girlfried who is four times bigger. like rich reader would be in some rich people gathering and be like

reader: and this is my wonderful partner (he wants to call Sarabi husband so bad he's gnawing on the bars of his enclosure)

*pulls Sarabi to his side, arm around his waist while reader is like... tall enough to reach Sarabis chest at best*

reader: isn't he wonderful *proceeds to poeticize about how much he loves Sarabi and how great their relationship is to his rich friends*

short king reader raaahhhh!!!!!

I don't know if it's because Sarabi writes poetry, listens to classical music, and wears turtlenecks as a staple of his wardrobe, but I feel like out of all of my OCs, Sarabi is the one who'd thrive the most if he was taken to a gathering full of rich people. He's a refined man, even with his job and his burn scars. And I mean, he'd love you gushing over him when talking to your friends while he's right there. Let him be your trophy boyfriend!

You couldn't deny that Sarabi looked like he belonged at the party, wearing a beautiful all-black suit with a black turtleneck underneath to hide the burn scars on his neck. He didn't wear a mask or balaclava, because he knew he'd garner more attention with them on and the last thing he wanted was to embarrass you, but even with the entire right side of his face burned, he still managed to fit in with your friends.

He happily followed you as you made the rounds, your arm wrapped around his waist as best as it could with him being so large. Your head just barely reached his chest, but you led him around so easily. He was on his best behavior, using his knowledge of classical music and poetry to wow your friends.

And God, did he preen and melt when you gushed about him to your friends. He somehow managed to stand even taller, his posture even straighter than usual somehow, as he listened to tell your friends he was just the best boyfriend ever.

You rambled about his accomplishments in the military, how he had a hand in helping keep the world safe. And all the while, the hand that wasn't wrapped around his waist was gently rubbing his chest through the fabric of his suit.

He'd gently grab your hand and press sweet, gentle kisses against your knuckles, so deep in love with you. Anyone who looked at you two knew you both were enamored with each other.

But that didn't stop someone from commenting on Sarabi's burn scars.

You had once left him for a little bit to talk to someone who was in the middle of the crowd so you couldn't take him with you, just because he took so much space so he was just standing near the wall. And some pompous man sidled up to Sarabi, a sneer on his face.

"Well aren't you a tall drink of handsome?" the man said mockingly, his judgmental eyes on the right side of Sarabi's face, where year-old third-degree burns marred his face. "It's so disgraceful of {Name} to bring you out in high-society. You should be back home, locked away so no one can see you."

Sarabi eyed the man, but he didn't let the man's words anger him. He was determined on being on his best behavior for you.

"{Name} is entitled to bring whoever he wants to these gatherings," he told the man, his voice bored since you were gone. "Besides, you don't have to be in my space and look at me, I'm sure there's several other people who'd love to talk with you."

The man's face turned red with anger, having been expecting to tear Sarabi's self-esteem down enough to make Sarabi cower in his presence. With his tight grip around his glass of champagne, the man opened his mouth to insult Sarabi some more, but you came back before he could.

"Mr. Peters! It's been so long since we've last seen each other," you said, your voice so sweet as you took your place beside Sarabi once more. Your arm wrapped around Sarabi's waist on instinct. "I trust you and Sarabi were having a nice conversation before I came."

Mr. Peters obliviously misinterpreted your sweet, subtly threatening, tone to mean that you hadn't heard him insulting Sarabi. "Your boyfriend is very rude, {Name}," he complained to you. "And he's not very nice to look at. I'm shocked you didn't leave him at home."

Your beautiful eyes darkened at Mr. Peters' words and you clicked your tongue at him disapprovingly. "You talk of Sarabi like he's some show dog to parade around. He's my boyfriend, no matter what he looks like."

You let go of Sarabi's waist to step closer to Mr. Peters, towering over the shorter man because while you were shorter than Sarabi, you weren't too short.

"I suggest you leave us alone, before I decide to disregard decorum. I know how to properly act, unlike you, but I won't have you insulting my boyfriend."

Mr. Peters gulped and scurried away like the coward he was, leaving you to fret over Sarabi. You cooed at him, making sure he knew you weren't ashamed to be seen with him.

The rest of the night went by well, no one else giving Sarabi a hard time. You two left the gathering at a reasonable time, heading home since Sarabi had work in the morning. You slept with his head resting on your stomach and his arms wrapped around your waist, passed out against you as you were his safe space.

It was safe to say Mr. Peters wasn't invited to other parties after that night.

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[supercriminalbean]

No secrets without lies.

Chapter four—An interesting turn.

Aaron Hotchner X GN!Reader. (AFAB)

Summary: You go out on a date with your ex but once things get awkward and aren’t what you thought, you leave him and you ring the person who always gives you the comfort and reassurance you need. MINOR DO NOT READ.

Words: 5.2k

Warnings: Drugs, Ex, alcohol, swearing. Smut, R18 minors do not read. Sir kink. Creamie pie. Unprotect sex. Hair pulling. Badly written smut warning for that. If I've missed anything let me know. 

A/N: So the first spicy part of this series. its not great so apologizes. if you would like to be tagged to this series let me know, taglist at the bottom.

Aaron had dropped you back at your apartment, giving you lots of time to get ready for the night. Currently you’re flicking through your wardrobe trying to find something nice and sensible, but also something that shows off all your curves. Hearing your phone buzz, picking it up to see Aaron had texted you. Having sent you a cute photo of Jack, playing with two of the dinosaur cookies. With a text saying, ‘He won’t just eat them’. Making you giggle, as you imagine Aaron trying to get him to stop playing, and just eat them. Texting him back, ‘Just like his dad he's not good at following directions huh?’ Flinging your phone onto your bed laughing, always finding pleasure in teasing that man. 

~~~

Posing in the mirror, you were trying to find the right angle to take a photo, wanting to show your outfit off for Garcia. Your black jeans hugging your body, showing off your ass. You're wearing your black fading into a red top that hangs off the shoulder with long sleeves, with a V neck that shows off your chest. Wearing little to no makeup, that consists of light pink lipstick and mascara, trying to stay low-key. Having short hair meant you didn't have to worry too much about it, letting the curls fall to the sides naturally, using some mouse to stop it from fizzing up too much. You're wearing your new pair of black boots that Garica had gifted you for your birthday. Smiling softly as you feel comfortable in your body, taking a few too many photos in silly poses, sending one to Pen, with the caption. ‘Out to get some hopefully, if not I’ll come over to your’s ;) .’ 

Putting your phone down as you walk around your apartment, making sure everything is closed, and locked up tight. Picking your phone back up hearing a text come through, smiling as you see Aarons name pop up, clicking into his message. Your heart drops, freezing up, as you see the text you meant to send to Garcia was accidently sent to Aaron. 

‘Well I hope tonight doesn’t work out for you then, my doors always open ;) ’

Reading his text, you can’t help when your cheeks start burning, your heart speeds up. You know he’s just teasing you, probably knowing you meant to send it to someone else. Yet his offer was too tempting, Aaron once again making you rethink about cancelling tonight.

Your thoughts are interrupted when your phone rings. 

“Hey, sorry I know I'm running late I'm just about to leave” Taking a deep breath trying to steady your breathing again.

“Oh that's alright (Y/n), I was just ringing to let you know I was on my way” His deep voice filled with joy, making you smile, having missed the way he sounds.

“Why am I not surprised we are both running later.” Laughing along with him.

“That's always been us babe, I'll see you” Rolling your eyes at the boring pet name, hanging up on him. 

~~~

Swinging your legs underneath your chair, as you sip on your cocktail, waiting for him to show up. He chose the bar to meet up at, the one you both used to come to weekly, you decided to wait for him in the same spot you met, up at the bar by the fire. 

“Sorry i'm late (Y/N)” He breathes heavily, having walked rapidly from his car park to get to you. Jumping up quickly, smiling excitedly.

“Sean it's been too long” Wrapping him up in a hug, hearing his low chuckles leaving his lips.

“I know, whenever I'm around you're stuck at work” He slowly pulls away, his cologne lingers in the air as he takes the chair beside you. “Ah you remembered my drink” Smirking as he picks his drink up.

“You being a basic beer drinker helps” Snickering as you tease him.

“There no problem with having basic taste, better than your fruity weak drink” 

“Hey my drink has three different spirits, making it stronger and also taste way better than yours” Rolling your eyes as you scoff at him.

“Still like rolling your eyes at me huh?” Smirking mischievously, winking smoothly at you, making you laugh. You had forgotten how relaxed and more yourself you always feel around him. 

~~~

The night goes by smoothly, you have a few drinks as you two eat. Filling each other in, on what's been happening in the last year or so.

“Yeah the restaurant in New York has been going great, I'm actually being trained up to be the head chef, as our one leaves next week.” He smiles proudly as he sips his beer, your heart warming up with pride.

“Wow, I'm going to have to come see you next time I'm in your city then” Picking your drink up, sipping it gradually. “I can’t believe how much you've changed Sean, getting your act together, no longer sitting around buying drugs with your family's money” Joking lightly, as you both used to do years ago.

His smile falters slightly, cleaning his throat. “Well I’m glad you think so, I saw my brother earlier today, and he kept focusing on the negative, he doesn’t think a restaurant job is going to take me far in life” He huffs out annoyed, his posture tensing up, taking a big swig of his beer. Your smile softens, you knew their relationship was tough. You knew a little of his childhood, the abuse and disappointment he faced as he grew up. His brother grew up and found himself a promising career working with the FBI, actually at Quantico where you work. He works with the government while Sean went in a different direction. 

“I know you two have your issues, but you know he means well, he just wants you to have a good future” 

“Maybe” He scoffs faintly, his smiles returns slowly, “I'm surprised you haven't ran across him at work yet”

“Yeah me too, I thought I would have by now, what does he do again?” Smiling lightly as you study him. He was still tense, his leg bouncing up and down, something he does when he's nervous, his hand rubbing up his neck through the back of his hair.

“I'm not entirely sure, but he does a lot of paperwork and travels around, helping arrest people” He shrugs, finishing off his drink.

“That describes half the people who work there Sean” Laughing shaking your head at him. 

“That's true, i'm going to head to the bathroom really quick” His smile sliding off his face easily as he walks away, observing him closely as he goes. There was something off about him, but you couldn’t figure it out.

~~~

Fresh drinks are placed in front of you, as you wait for Sean to return. He has been in the bathroom for close to five minutes now. Tapping your foot gently as you grow a little nervous, pulling your phone out for a distraction, clicking onto Aarons name. Staring at the last text he had sent you.

 ‘Well I hope tonight doesn’t work out for you then, my doors always open ;) .’

You couldn't stop wondering if he really meant what he said. Maybe he was just teasing you, you had found out, in the last few weeks, he does enjoy making the odd dirty jokes. Biting your lip gently, as the image of Aaron kissing you, his hands running down your body, enters your mind. Those thoughts are quickly being forced away as Sean sits back down. 

“Sorry for the hold up” Smiling forcefully as he picks up his drink.

“Oh it's no problem” Your eyes scan his face automatically, trying to read his emotions. Stopping as you notice a tiny white smear under his nostril, which is slightly red. Your face dropping, your blood running cold, your anger rising rapidly. 

“Did you just do drugs Sean?” The accusation dripping from your voice. The anger takes over, your eyebrows narrow as your lips form into a tight line. Your hands clutching the table as Sean's face drops quickly, automatically wiping his face. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about (Y/N)” His voice hardening, becoming defensive. Straightening up his body tensing up crossing his arms. 

“Don’t you dare try to lie to me, You know I don’t deal with you when you're on drugs” Scoffing loudly standing up. 

“Oh come on (Y/n) You never used to care when we dated” He snaps at you, glaring daggers.

“That was before the last time I saw you drugged up” Snapping back at him, pulling out cash, leaving it on the table, as he stares at you.

“Text me, when you get your shit together Sean” Huffing as you turn away from him, hearing his call out your name as you walk out.

~~~

Sighing as you pull out your packet of cigarettes, thinking of having one as you calm down. You were tipsy and angry, these two combined can only lead to a disaster. Your phone buzzes, as you place a cigarette in your mouth. Opening up the text seeing its from Aaron.

‘How's the date going?, my offer still stands if you need ;) ’ 

His text makes you smirk, deciding to ring him instead of replying.

“Well this is a surprise” You can hear his smirk leaking through his words.

“Tonight sucks so badly Aaron, should have just stayed with you” Giggling softly, using the confidence the alcohol has given you.

“I'm sorry (Y/n/n), well Jack in bed you can come over, if you need to talk” His concern for you over taking the teasing he had planned for you.

“Maybe I should come over, but I don’t want to talk, Aaron, I just need a distaction” Biting your lip, gulping softly, hoping you don’t come off desperate.

“Well I can differently distracted you darling, I did like what your text implied early” His voice deepens, making you blush.

“Oh yeah, and what did I imply huh?” Giggling as you run your hand through your hair, trying to calm your nerves.

“Oh Doll, you know what the first text implied, don't try and act like you're so innocent all of sudden” The way he confidently taunts you, making you blush deeply, gulping for air as your heart races.

“You sound so confident Aaron, I would come over, If I didn’t think you were all talk” Smiling wide as you tease him, the alcohol running through your veins giving you confidence. You can’t help the light gasp that slips out, when you hear him growl quietly.

“Are you really trying to tease me right now, come on sweetheart, you know I always follow my words up, If you come over, I won’t let you leave disappointed” Lust dripping throughout his words. Making your breath hitch, your brain is unable to think properly.

“Aaron, I can be there in ten If you really do want me there” BIting your lip, hoping he wasn't just joking. Anxiety building, what if he doesn’t mean it. The doubtful thoughts trying to ruin this moment.

“My door will be unlocked” Are the last words you hear as the line goes dead.

~~~

Climbing out of the taxi, as you stare up at his building, heart thumping in your chest. Your mind is running with ideas of what will happen when you walk through his door. Taking a deep calming breath, walking inside the door and climb the stairs up to his level. You're getting excited at the idea of being distracted by Aaron. Reaching his door you knock gently, trying to keep the negative thoughts at bay. The door is open hastily, Aaron standing there a smug smirk on his face, pulling you inside quickly, making you giggle. 

“Well hey there” Biting your lip softly, your arm burning under his touch, he slides his arm around your waist pulling you close.

“You came” He smirks at you, his eyes full of lust.

“Not yet I haven't” Winking up at him, as his lips curl upwards into a mischievous smile.

“Oh that will change” Closing the gap inbetween you, capturing your lips in his. His lips feel soft against yours ,the kiss being full of rough passion. One of his arms stays wrapped around your waist. The other hand, travelling up to rest on the back of your neck, playing with the bottom of your hair. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer while you melt into his touch. You lean into him, deepening the kiss, as his tongue slides in. His hand slides down your waist, grabbing your ass, making your groan softly. He pulls away from the kiss, attaching his lips to your neck, sucking at the skin. Your heart beating fast, breathing hitches as he finds the spot on your neck, that makes your legs feel like jelly. Tilting your neck to the side to give him more access, one of your hands running up through his hair.

“Fuck, Aaron” Panting lightly, cleanching your legs together as you feeling one of his hand sliding down your chest.

~~~

He pulls away from your neck, breathing deep.

“Wait (Y/n), we should talk about this” Taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself, while all he wants to do is touch you.

“Can we just talk tomorrow?” Leaning into his touch again, trying to take deep breaths, slowing down your racing heart. 

“I need to make sure, you want this, I am your boss after all” His smirking enlarging, licking his lips as he looks down at you in his arms. Taking in how darken your eyes are with lust, the way you bite your bottom lip as you stare up at him. Making his pants feel even tighter.

“Aaron I swear if you don’t take me into your bedroom right now” Shaking your head grinning mischievously at him, relaxing as you notice his eyes light up. He spins you around, so your back is resting into his chest, his arms wrapping around your body. Kissing your neck as you both walk, stumbling slightly towards his bedroom. The door slamming closed behind. 

~~~

Quickly turning around to face him, pulling him in for another kiss. His hands slide down your  front, playing with the hems of your shirt. You deepen the kiss, your hands slide down unsure of where to place them. You can just feel the wetness pooling between your legs. Hotch breaks the kiss making you whimper softly, as he pulls your top off. Revealing your lacy blue bra, and the upside down larged winged bat tattoo that you have just underneath your left boob. Aaron growls deeply, his hands sliding up your stomach, slowly up to your breast.  His thumb sliding across the tattoo, as his other hand unclips your bra tossing it away. Your legs hitting the end of bed, as he gently presses you down, getting on top of you. His eyes black with lust, stay fixate on your tattoo. Clenching your thighs together, trying to get any friction.

“Do you like it?” Your voice is light as air, feeling at ease under his touch.

“God, your fucking gorgeous” Licking his lips, one of his hands toying with your nipple, earning a faint groan in response. He places a tender kiss on your chest, before he takes the other nipple in his mouth. Closing your eyes as your hand, runs through his hair, focusing on the way his mouth feels. The room soon fills up with your light pants and soft groans as you tug on his hair. 

~~~

Opening your eyes, as you feel Aaron pull away, straightening up as he pulls his shirt off. Your eyes scan over his chest, checking on all of those muscles. Landing on his shoulder, seeing them flex as he throws his shirt away.

“Holy shit, you're hot” Swallowing thickly, licking your lips. Hearing a small low chuckle in response.

“Thanks doll” The pet name making your breath skip, which doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

His hands are at your jeans unbuttoning them, lifting your hips as he pulls them off swiftly.

Aaron gulps, licking his lips hungrily as he notices that the blue lacy panties you're wearing are soaked. His hands sliding up your thigh, making you shiver under his touch. Smirking as you see him stop, as he finds another one of your tattoos. A dragon twirled around two large red roses and beautiful green leaves surrounding them.

“You are full of mystery, aren’t you darling” His breathing became more uneven, his pants feeling tighter. He traces your tattoo with his finger lightly, almost teasingly. 

~~~

“Aaron I need you please” Whimpering, shiving under his touch.

“You need to learn to be patient” His voice comes out low, as he moves closer to the throbbing mess between your legs. Pulling your panties off slowly, kissing up your thigh as he does. Finally pulling them off completely and tossing them away. His finger brushing lightly between you slit, earning a quiet whimper as you lift your hips, looking for more. His hands are pushing you back down harshly, smirking at you.

“I thought I told you to be patient, doll” Sighing with playful disappointment, making you whimper even more. 

“Please I need more”  

“If you want me to continue then you need to be patient, understand?” The sternness comes through stronger, making you hold back a groan as you nod. “Words, sweetheart”

“Yes sir” You smirk up at him which soon fades, as you see his lip curling up. Gulping, taking a deep breath as you realise teasing him might not be working well in your favour.

“What a good doll” His finger slides through your slit, collecting some of the wetness. Closing your eyes, focusing on the pleasure, groaning as you let yourself enjoy it. His finger rubs circles around your clit, pinching the bundle of nerves between two fingers. Earning a soft whimper, gripping the blankets underneath you. He pulls his fingers away earning a whine from you but before you can complain he quickly replaces it with his tongue. Licking a strip up, making you shiver, trying to stop yourself from clenching your thighs close.

~~~

“Your pussy tastes so sweet darling” He grows darkly, as his lips curl around your clit, sucking and pulling at it. The sound leaving your mouth goes straight to Aarons cock, he slides his finger in you. Feeling how tight and wet you are, enjoying the way you are clenching around him. He pulls off your clit, taking a deep breath as he enjoys the taste of you on his lips. Sliding a second finger in, hearing you groan softly. 

“Damn darling those sounds you make, have got me feeling so hard” 

Hearing those words coming from him pushing you so close to the edge.

“Aaron I need to cum” Whimpering as your body shakes, arching your back, your hips lifting as you clench around his fingers. He pushes you back down on the bed, before he places mouth back on your clit. His tongue draws patterns around it, pushing you over the edge, letting out a long line of moans. His name falling from your lips so easily, as if it's the only thing you're able to think. 

~~~

Your heart is racing, trying to take deep breaths as you calm down from the amazing high Aaron had just brought to you. His fingers slide out of you, letting you have a small break, bringing his fingers up to your mouth.

“Open” The simple command making your cheeks burn, as you respond immediately. Your tongue twirling around his fingers, sucking everything you could off them.

“You're so obedient for me, aren’t you? tasting how sweet your pussy is off of my fingers” His voice is dripping with lust, making you groan softly around his fingers.

“I need you so badly, Aaron” Your whimpers making him chuckle slightly.

“You are so needy, aren’t you?” He stands up pulling his pants off, his underwear barely able to contain the tent in it.

~~~

Your eyes almost drop out of your socket as he pulls them off. His cock flicks upwards, and fuck is he big, and thick. You haven’t seen anything as glorious as him before.

“Fuck your huge” You gulp, breathing heavily as you see his hand wraps around it, smirking down at you.

“Mm I thought you would like it” His cocky tone, making you roll your eyes, pulling yourself onto your knees in front of him. 

“I want to touch it” Your words coming out sounding shy and desperate, as you wrap your hand around his cock. Your hand is barely able to wrap around it completely, biting your lip softly. Feeling how hard it is, as it throbs in your hands, making you squeeze your thighs together. His hand is quick to tangle in your hair, making you look up at him. Gulping thickly at the harsh tugs, which makes your heart beat fasten. 

“You do not get to roll your eyes at me like that, unless it's from pleasure understood?” The stern look he gives you makes everything melt from your mind. Unable to form words, you give a simple nod, which apparently wasn’t the right thing. His grip tightens in your hair, making you groan softly. An amused look on his face as he stares down at you, his chest pounding. The sight of you down on your knees, with his cock in your hand, as you struggle to think straight. Is enough to push him over the edge, and want to flip you over and slide himself straight into you.

“I want words doll, tell me what you want” He takes a deep breathing calming himself, as he

stares straight into your eyes, that are filled with want and lust. 

“I want to suck your cock, please Sir” Pleading up at him, a small pout on your lips.

“Oh so polite doll, go ahead, taste it” The smirk on his face making your face heat up before wrapping your lips around his throbbing cock. You bob your head up and down slowly, your hand stroking the parts you can’t reach. Feeling nervous that you weren’t doing a good job, trying to take more of it in. Your nervousness melts away as you hear a low groan escaping his lips. That was the reassurance you need as confidence fills you up, your hand sliding down to play with his balls. Managing to take more of him down your throat, his groans getting louder, his hand playing with your hair. Glancing at him slowly, and god are you glad you did. His head is tilted backwards, his eyes closed, his mouth agape. The pleasure he was feeling evident on his face, the way he groans out your name. Soon becoming one of the most precious things you have ever heard. The way you swallow around his cock, making him grip your hair tighter. Thrusting a few times hitting the back of your throat, feeling you gag around his cock, the vibrations making him groan louder. He knows your mouth can say snarky things, but never could he imagine how good it could feel around his cock. The way your tongue slides under it, pushing him close to the edge. Pulling you off his cock, breathing heavily as he looks down at you. Tears sliding down your face, as you breath hard trying to catch your breath, smiling proudly up at him. 

~~~

“Your mouth feels amazing, but I wanna cum fucking you” Holy fuck, his voice does so many things to you. You never thought he would be into talking to you like this, ever. Swallowing thickly as you nod before remembering the rule.

“Please, fuck me sir” He pushes you down, landing softly on your back, head hitting his pillows. 

“Good manners” He chuckles as he moves to his bedside draws, looking for a condom. “Shit” Huffing as he slams the draw closed. Turning to face you, slowly. “I don’t have a condom”

“Im on birth control” Biting your lips as you gaze up at him, the stress fading from his face. He leans down, kissing you softly as he gets on top of you. Trailing kisses down your neck, kissing just under your ear, his voice coming out low but sweetly. 

“Want me to fuck you raw doll?” Teasing you lightly with his cock.

Swallowing down a whine, bobbing your head yes. “Please Aaron, I need you” Whimpers slightly as he growls deeply, pushing in slowly.

“God you're so tight” Groaning softly, holding back from pounding straight into you. Not wanting to hurt you, as he pushes all the way in. 

Moaning softly as he starts moving, at a slow pace at first. 

“Damn those sounds you make, are so pretty darling” Groaning softly, his hand slides up your chest, playing with your nipple. 

“Sir, faster please” Whimpering softly, your eyes closing, as he picks up the pace. 

“You don't get to order me around” Pinching your nipple, making you whimper, clenching around him. “You like that huh?” Chuckling, groaning as he goes harder. 

He falls into a fast but gentle pace, making you moan louder, your hands flying up to grip his shoulders. Opening your eyes, and fuck, the pleasure on his face. The way his eyes are half closing, the sweat on his face, as he pants deeply. The sweet sound falling from his lips making you shiver. Never have you ever heard someone groan as pretty as him. He moves leaning in closer to you, leaving a travel of kisses across your shoulders. His position changing, his cock hitting deeper, finding your G spot. Your eyes roll back, pleasure filling you up quickly, pushing you close to the edge. Trying to let him know you were close, but all you could get out was an incoherent line of moans. Clenching hard around him as your orgasm hits hard. Shivering uncontrollably as you're gripping onto his shoulders hard, nails pinching into his skin. 

“Holy fuck, doll squeezing me so hard” He groans loudly, thrusting a couple more times. Pushing himself over the edge, his cum filling you up. 

~~~

The room is filled with heavy deep breathing, both of you struggling to catch your breath. Smiling up at him, as he pulls out of you gently. A groan escaping his lips as he sees his cum dripping out of you. Resting your head on the pillows, managing to catch your breath. You couldn’t believe you have just had sex with your closest friend, with your boss. Aaron lays down beside you, glancing at you. You're staring up at the ceiling, feeling awkward. What do you do now, should you leave? You both finished so there is probably no reason why he want to keep you around. Negative thoughts once again trying to ruin the moment. 

“(Y/n) are you alright?” The concern, softness of his tone, sounding completely different to what you were hearing only minutes ago. You turn to look at him nodding gently, your eyes gone soft, starting to feel self conscious. Aaron sighs gently, wrapping his arms around you pulling you into him. Relaxing slowly at his touch, moving onto your side, resting your head on his chest. Closing your eyes as you listen to his heart beat, feeling safe in his arms. His hand softly stroking your hair, kissing your forehead gently. 

“I’ve got you (Y/n), you're safe with me” The gentle caring tone, pushing the negative thoughts out of your brain.

“Thank you” Smiling lightly, keeping your eyes closed.

“You don’t need to thank me darling” His hand is playing in your hair, as you both calm down from the highs. 

~~~

Opening your eyes slowly, seeing Aaron smiling down at you softly.

“That was amazing” Smirking up at him, feeling relaxed and calm once more.

“Oh that was better than amazing” He chuckles faintly, as he watches you looking peaceful in his arms. He never thought that tonight would end like this.

“Stay here okay” His voice is calming, nodding as he pulls away, walking out. He returns quickly, holding a washcloth, and a bottle of water. 

“Drink you need to hydrate” Smiling gently up at him, taking it from him.

“You don’t need to look after me Aaron” 

“Oh I know, but I will anyway” He smirks at you smoothly. Moving between your legs, using the cloth to clean you up gently. You can’t help but wince slightly as he brushes past your clit.

“Are you hurt?” The concern and worry quickly fills him, as he stares at you, worried he was too rough with you. Giggling softly at him, shaking your head.

“No, I'm just sensitive” Blushing lightly, liking the way he wants to look after you.

“I'm sorry doll” The pet name makes you giggle again as he pulls away.

“I like that name”

“Oh I noticed that sweetheart” He winks at you as he straightens up, making your stomach fill with butterflies. “Finish your drink, then have a shower while I clean up okay?” 

“Oh let me help clean up” Standing up, your legs wobble, making you grip the drawer beside you to stop yourself from falling over. Laughter fills the room, turning around to glare at Aaron, who has a big proud grin on his face. 

“Ass” Shaking your head as he walks over.

“What was the darling?” Grinning at you as he wraps his arms around you. Rolling your eyes leaning into him. “I prefer it when you roll your eyes under me next time” Teasing you lightly as he kisses you gently.

~~~

You're having a hot shower, relaxing under the water as he cleans up the bed. Allowing the hot water run over your tensed muscles. Taking your time in the shower, when you finally get out, the bed is remade all nicely and cleaned. The bedroom is empty, looking at your clothes on the floor, not wanting to sleep in them. You move over to Aaron's wardrobe flicking through it. Trying to find something that will be more comfortable and will fit you to sleep in. Finding one of his larger hoodies, sliding it on. You're finishing pulling it on as he walks in, his eyes sliding down your body, enjoying the way you look in his clothes. 

“Really?, that's my favourite hoodie” Laughter rolling off his lips, the sound makes joy fill you up. Turning around to face him. 

“It is extremely comfy” Giggling faintly as he wraps his arms around you kissing your forehead. 

“I like this” He mumbles quietly, liking the way you fit in his arms.

“So do I, I know we need to talk, but I'm really tired” Leaning your head into his chest.

“We can talk tomorrow” He smiles softly as he leads you back to his bed. You both lay down getting comfy, his arms wrapping around you pulling you close. Resting your head on his chest, feeling at home in his arms. Closing your eyes as he kisses your forehead lovingly.

“Goodnight (Y/N)” He mumbles his lips resting against your head.

“Goodnight Aaron” Yawning softly as you let sleep take you.

~~~

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[fangirlfrom-hell]

Can I Do an Experiment? || Jay Halstead x sister || Hailey Upton x Halstead Sister

*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly delated my blog 🫠

This might be based on true events. I wrote this at work, because I finished early, didn't have anything to do and was about to fall asleep on the desk.

It had been a tiring week of lack of sleep, but the Intelligence unit had finally closed the case they had been working on. Hank Voight dismissed his detectives to a very deserved rest.

What Jay wished the most in that moment was to get home and lay on his bed to sleep until the next day, but he couldn't, he had to pick up his little sister from Severide's home, where they took care of her while he was working.

"I really want you to come home with me, but I won't judge you if you rather go to you place. I gotta pick Becca and take her home with me". He said to his girlfriend when they headed to the 21st parking lot.

"Not a problem", Hailey stated while jumping inside of the truck.

Jay's eyes were closing out of tiredness, and if it wouldn't have been for the voice of his little sister at the back of the car, he might have fallen asleep on the road. Honestly, he couldn't understand anything of what she was saying, his mind was somewhere else. From time to time, Hailey, leaning on the door with her eyes shut, would express a "wow!" or a "really?", only pretending to be paying attention to the girl's stories.

"We're home", Jay said as a victory and opened the door. He stretched himself as soon as he got inside of the apartment.

Becca, full of energy, ran directly to throw herself on the sofa. "Are you hungry?" Her brother asked, leaning towards her.

"No, I already had breakfast".

'`Good", Jay said, taking off his shoes and finally getting comfortable.

Hailey came out of the bathroom wearing sweats and a baggy shirt from Jay's wardrobe, "did you miss us, kiddo?"

"Always", she smiled. "What are we doing today?"

"Rest", Jay answered before she could even finish the question. "We are going to rest".

"Boo, boring!" She signed two thumbs down.

"We're going to sleep, alright? We are exhausted", Jay explained. "Hey, call me if you need anything, my door's gonna be open".

"Fine".

"See you later, Beccs", Hailey kissed her hair.

Only after 15 minutes, Bacca was already bored. She turned on the TV, but didn't find any good cartoons to watch; she peeked into a coloring book, but didn't find a good drawing to work on. She had so much energy that she couldn't just remain sitting down, for some strange reason, that usually happened whenever the firefighters took care of her.

Finally, she thought about something fun to do.

"Jay", the detective heard his name.

"Hmmm", he expressed without even opening his eyes, he was already dreaming.

Can I do an experiment?

"Yeah, sure", he managed to say, not even knowing what he was answering, and then fell asleep.

"Jay! Jay!" Hailey moved him by the shoulder, but he barely woke up.

The detective was annoyed "what!?"

"Do you smell that?"

He opened his eyes, without separating his head from the pillow, and proceeded to sniff.

"Fire?" He finally looked at his girlfriend.

Both detectives stood up immediately and rushed to the living room where they found Becca in front of four metallic bowls filled with water and a piece of paper on each. Three of the papers were on fire, the flames were very high and when they arrived at the scene, she was lighting up the last one. Becca was expectant watching the papers get consumed, fire reflected on her eyes, her gaze steady.

"What the heck?" Her brother rushed to turn the fire off, while Hailey separated her little sister in law from the danger.

"Noooooooo!" She saddened.

"Becca, are you alright? what were you thinking?" Hailey was still disturbed, checking if the girl was hurt.

"Jay said I could make an experiment"

"What was it about? Burning the house with all of us inside?" He said in a scolding tone.

"Uh, no '', the girl answered, not really understanding why they were doing such a scandal. "I wanted to see which of the papers burned first: the red one, the blue one, the green one or the yellow one".

Both Hailey and Jay stared at each other with a question mark on their faces.

"My bet was on the blue one, but now we'll never know".

Jay groaned as he took his hands to his face.

[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

5, 18, 38 for your choice of Helf Trio?

5. how do they typically dress? does their wardrobe lean more towards practicality or aesthetics?

silear & halthel easily more practical. silear pretends she doesn't really care about the aesthetics, but she does, especially in between disasters. she likes things in green and with fun flowy capes or sleeves or skirts and bracelets or belts that make a satisfying clacking sound. normally though she looks like the most default adventurer imaginable

halthel tends to wear more of your stereotypical elven robes when he's in rivendell and the like. lots more pants (and pockets) when he's doing active adventuring and/or at war, and then there's his armor. very distinctly feanorian if you know what to look for but he doesn't really care (well. he doesn't really care by mid-late second age. he very much does still care up through war of wrath/early second). also it's just really good armor

silmeniel found one dress cut she liked six thousand years ago and has not changed her preference since. her closet is the same thing fifty times over in slightly different colors. she tries to get the same fabric but doesn't always manage it. she'll change for fancy events if she has to, but she'll make faces for an hour first

18. their opinion on lying, stealing, and killing?

the three of them are, generally speaking, pretty much in agreement on this. not good, sometimes necessary. the point at which any of it might become necessary is something they'll argue over a bit more

silear really doesn't like lying, personally, and is also pretty bad at it. she values truth pretty highly- part of it was just how she grew up and part of it's spending a bit too long watching people pretend to be friendly with each other only to watch it burn a few centuries later. if you really didn't like each other that much, she thinks, why the fuck have you been bothering with this for years

halthel's of the opinion that if you're gonna steal something, you better be really sure about it and prepared for the consequences. this leads to some interesting conversations with rani lmao

silmeniel i don't think ever has killed someone, and she's in no hurry to be in a situation where she has to. she listens to halthel and silear sometimes though, especially when they're fresh from battle, and wonders if they really needed to talk with their swords as much as they did. (they think they were in fact being admirably rational about it all)

28. how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone?

(the list only goes to 35, so i figured it was prob meant to be either 28 or 35? 35 is 'do they ever return home?' which. they do sail eventually! whether or not they consider it home once they get there is another question tho, and one silear and halthel definitely haven't thought about as much as they'll need to)

this one's always hard for me to answer. if silear doesn't like someone she doesn't hide it at all; lots of looks that say things like she thinks you're five kinds of idiot or you smell and she's being just polite enough to not say something outright. she'll try to avoid someone if she really can't stand them, but that's not always possible. if she likes you though she'll talk you up to all her friends and come find you for... whatever. she's looking for someone to gossip about something stupid. she's got extra snacks. she's going shopping. silmeniel and halthel are at some sort of theater and she's bored. she wants to hang out

silmeniel insults you very politely and makes sure everyone hears about it. she was good at this even before she was a court scribe. otherwise she'll come up with the most thoughtful gifts and send you unsettlingly pointed reading recommendations. actually, she does this for everyone whether she likes them or not

halthel will be exactly polite to most everyone. it's hard to really get on his bad side, but if it would be inappropriate to duel you about it he'll just stonewall you everywhere. no responses from him unless it's desperately important. if he likes someone he'll make sure to fight for them- literally if necessary, though that's less and less in demand these days- and will generally indulge their unimportant desires as much as he can. sure, rani, he'll tell you all sorts of adventure stories. he'll help silear track down her friends for dinner. he'll aid and abet silmeniel's undeclared prank war. let's go. just tell him what to do

[queen-scribbles]

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"Play" 👀 emoji prompt for an anon that I accidentally deleted. So nonny, I hope you see this and ty for the excuse to write more Evony/Bao-Dur bc for him being an unromanceable companion from a 19-year old game, this relationship still has me in a chokehold.

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Evony's thoughts were in a whirl as the Ebon Hawk lifted off from Dxun. The ship yawed slightly, making Atton mutter a curse about the rear stabilizer before leveling out and burning sky.

If she thought getting away from Onderon would help her level out, though, she was mistaken. Kavar's words wouldn't stop echoing, and hours later, with everyone asleep, she found herself still with a racing mind and uneasy spirit. As was her habit in such times, she wandered through the main parts of the ship seeking a distraction, something to help settle her thoughts.

She found it, as usual, in the garage. Bao-Dur was once again working on the wiring that ran through one wall, focus consumed by the task.

"Want some help?" Evony asked. Tinkering or repair would be the perfect solution to her restlessness, but if he wanted to handle this alone, she could always find T3.

Bao-Dur paused, nudging up his welding goggles as he turned to look at her. "If you would like," he said with a nod. "I'm almost finished; just checking all the connections are sound before routing power back. A few were burned out in the ... excitement of our arrival."

She chuckled as she lowered herself to sit cross-legged and check the lower set of wiring. "You took care of that quickly."

"I needed the distraction while you were in Iziz," he said, a touch wry as he hung the soldering gun at his belt and flicked on the scanner to check the repairs.

"But you survived," she teased. The wires down here looked alright at first glance, but a closer look revealed a couple showing signs of strain.

"I did." The warmth of an almost-laugh colored the words.

"I'm glad." Evony double-checked there was no power flowing through the compromised wires before she set to work replacing them. "And glad you seem to be in better spirits." A large portion of the background tension and simmering anger she'd sensed in him since they arrived had faded.

Bao-Dur nodded, not looking away from his task. "Mostly thanks to not being... there any more."

She knew he didn't just mean Dxun, though she was also glad to be away from the humid jungle moon. And the bugs. "I figured. Our new companion isn't going to be a problem for you, is he?" She wasn't even sure why Mandalore had wanted to join her, but more help was a good thing. Usually.

"I'll be civil," Bao-Dur promised, and Evony believed him, even if he hadn't really answered her question and she could sense the banked embers of his anger toward the Mandalorians flare a little.

"Thank you," she said, plasma cutter sparking as she removed the damaged wire. "That's more than I get from some." The shared a chuckle at that. "But I also meant... in general, since Telos. You seem to be in a better frame of mind now than you were."

"Oh, that would be your doing."

The plasma cutter slipped. "Me?"

"Surely you've noticed, Evony," Bao-Dur said softly, glancing down. "Not just because of us. But just having you around has had an effect on me. I never noticed it... before. Though I suppose my thoughts were occupied."

It caught her off-guard and she fell back on half-joking. "Clearly, then, it's because I'm no longer wearing that boring Republic uniform."

He chuckled. "While I'll freely admit your new wardrobe is an improvement, that's really just a pleasant distraction."

Warmth tingled in her chest--and her face--and Evony had to steady her voice before she could ask, "Well, then, how do you mean?" Her gaze briefly met his before dropping back to her task.

"I'm..." he hesitated, searching for a word, and she could sense his uncertainty. "More in control. Calmer." He set the goggles back over his eyes and returned to work as well. "My anger may still be there, but I can feel it slipping away."

Evony bit her lip, a small mote of relief dancing through her chest. Good.

"It's defined so much of my life," Bao-Dur continued, voice low, but those embers stirred slightly. "No matter the source, it's been there; the Mandalorians, Czerka, Revan..."

It had the potential to hurt, but with how he'd trailed off, she had to ask. "And... what about me?"

He stopped soldering and went very still, his emotions a bright whirl she could sense without even trying.

She paused as well, hands resting in her lap. "I did give the order."

"Never," Bao-Dur said fiercely. He yanked the goggles down to dangle around his neck as he dropped to one knee so he could catch her eye. "Not once, General. It had to be done."

Her heart thudded a few extra-loud beats at his fervency, his use of her long-ago title, before Evony regained her composure. "Then the same is true for what you did," she said, quiet but firm.

He shook his head, gaze darting to the side. "My hands destroyed the Mandalorians. Caused countless deaths. I cannot be forgiven for that."

"Why not?" she retorted, cupping one hand to his jaw to make him look at her. "Bao-Dur, if my decision, my actions, were necessary, then so were yours," she added gently. "Following your logic, either we're both guilty or neither of us is."

Bao-Dur managed a weak smile, leaning ever so slightly into her touch. "Even if my contributions were made out of hatred for the Mandalorians?" he whispered. "Rather than anything so noble as Jedi ideals or ending the war to spare lives?"

Evony shifted, sitting on her calves to put them more or less at eye level. "I don't think that was your whole motivation. I may have... blocked some of the memories, but knowing you, you did it to protect. Maybe it was easier to not dwell on the cost with an enemy you hated, but I know you, Bao, and you are a shield. You put yourself in the path of harm to save others. stars know you've done it enough for me and the rest of our crew. Malachor was just... sacrificing something less physical." Though even that wasn't entirely true, she conceded, glancing at the soft glow of his cybernetic arm. "But you are a"--my--"protector."

"You have far too generous a view of me." He exhaled a wry laugh, withdrawing from her touch with a shake of his head. "I can't see it that way. I don't want to. There is blood on my hands I cannot ignore."

"No, there isn't," she hissed. She could feel his anger and his guilt, twining together like Dxun vines, and it made her ache with worry for him. It would eat him alive if he let it.

He seemed inclined to let it.

"There is no blood on your hands," she repeated emphatically. "Not beyond what your guilt has forced you to imagine."

"And what of you, General?" Bao-Dur fixed her with a keen, steady look. "I know you try to shoulder that weight, for making the decision, but either we're both guilty or neither of us is."

Evony almost cackled at him throwing her words back on her, but didn't want to wake anyone. Well played. "I suppose we'll just have to shoulder it together, then. Real or imagined."

"A burden shared is one halved? Isn't that the saying?" he asked, rubbing the back of his head.

"Something like that," she nodded, playing with a loose thread in her sleeve.

Bao-Dur studied her a moment longer. "I do... envy you, sometimes," he said softly.

You shouldn't, was the first thought to pop in her head, but Evony held it back in favor of "Why?"

"You seem to be handling this better than I could," he mumured.

"I wasn't," she admitted. "Not for a long time. I was adrift. Trying to hide myself where the ache of remembering couldn't find me."

He cocked his head. "What changed?"

"The Force... came back." That time wandering truly alone had been... Sometimes hellish. Sometimes a relief. And then the faint stirring current awakened on Peragus and- Evony briefly levitated and spun the plasma cutter before letting it drop back into her hand. "The stronger and deeper that connection gets, the more it helps me find balance."

Bao-Dur's eyes flickered with... something and he turned back to the disassembled wall. "When you talk about it like that, it almost makes me wish I had it for myself."

"You could." She blurted the words before she overthought and held it back. She'd sensed the potential not long after Telos, quiet and buried beneath his anger and guilt but undeniable.

He blinked at her, caught off-balance. "What?"

Evony reached out, lightly resting a hand on his chest. "I can feel the Force in you. Faint, untapped, but definitely there. Like Atton. Like Mira." She wrinkled her nose. "Even if she won't admit it yet."

"You can?" The words were rough, barely more than a whisper.

She nodded. "It can be a comfort, a source of strength and peace if you let it. And I can teach you, if you want, but..." She bit her lip, pressed her hand more firmly against his chest, until she could feel his heartbeat and the warmth of his skin through his shirt. "You have to let go of your anger first, or it will destroy you."

The thought of it made her stomach knot and heart race; she would rather die than watch the vitriol he held toward the Mandalorians and Czerka consume him. She mentally reached for calm, soothing the concern-teetering-on-fear.

Bao-Dur held her gaze, his hand resting lightly on her elbow. "I think... I could manage that."

"Are you sure?" Evony whispered. "I don't want to watch you lose yourself to something that claimed too many of my friends."

He nodded. "With you, I feel I could do anything."

Long-ingrained, oft-repeated Jedi cautions against attachment, against possessiveness flitted through her mind, but she let them slide away and took his words at face value. Faith in her. Not a connection deeper than they should have, deep enough to be a problem.

"Alright." Evony settled back cross-legged and gestured for him to join her.

Bao-Dur mirrored her pose, so close their knees brushed. She held out her hands, palm up, and he gave her his with the barest pause to strip off his work glove. They were both warm, the metal of the cybernetic one seeming to hum as it rested against hers. Evony let herself be distracted for the briefest moment to trace her fingers across that palm before reining in her thoughts.

"Relax and focus on my voice," she murmured, just catching his nod as her eyes closed. She felt it when he relaxed, in both the Force and his light grip. "The Force can be your shield. It can bring comfort to salve your guilt."

With his guard down, Bao-Dur's presence was so bright this close. While Atton had been brighter, enough to sear or blind, this was soft, welcoming even with how strong it was. The potential in him shone like a beacon at her encouragement, but the coils of guilt and anger--so much anger--still pulsed around it.

"But it can also be twisted into something terrible," Evony continued, voice still low to keep this just for them. "That will destroy others and yourself."

He was so open to her, she felt she could reach in and soothe the guilt for him, douse the anger, chase away what had haunted him so long. But she knew from experience, to truly heal the hurt, he needed to do it. Confront it and let it go. She would help if he asked, but only then.

"Your anger fills you," she said softly. "It threatens to consume you, every time you think of Malachor."

His fingers twitched against her wrist and she understood. Malachor was a wound for them both. The moment something broke and set not-quite-right over the ensuing years. Maybe through facing the decade-old hurt they could finally heal. Together.

"You have to find a way to let it go." She opened herself so he could feel the calm flow of the Force inside her and draw from it. "Let the Force heal you, and protect you. Let it be the shield for you that you so often are for others."

Bao-Dur took a deep breath, his hand briefly tightening on hers. She felt the beginnings of struggle as he reached to follow her guiding, the stuttered flickering of that potential in him, the moment he found and latched on to her own connection to draw strength for his.

His hands were so warm as they rested against hers. The thought was a tether to reality as she 'watched' Bao-Dur's faint sense of the Force flare and grow. He wasn't using her as a conduit after the first few seconds; his connection stronger and steadier and washing away the anger and guilt.

They didn't entirely fade, but the strangling grasp they'd had on him was gone.

Evony was sure he could feel her relief at that development. She wasn't trying to stifle it.

His reaction was, as usual for him, restrained. A catch to his breathing, a few deeper breaths as the new level of awareness clicked into place.

"So this is... what you had--have--to draw on?" Bao-Dur murmured, blinking a few times as they both opened their eyes. His breathing was still uneven, hands twitching slightly atop hers.

"Mmhm." Evony nodded as she sat back. “It can be a bit of an ebb and flow. It took me a little while to… even out when my own connection reestablished. But if you work with it, if you’re open to it, it’s easier to align. And after you’re comfortable with it, the Force is a very useful thing to have.”

“Like a new limb?” he asked dryly.

She chuckled, fingers tracing his metal palm. “Very much like it, in fact.” She arched a brow at him. “You might have an advantage there.”

Bao-Dur half-smiled, cocking his head head as if listening to something. "That would be nice."

Evony let her fingers trace and trail the palm, fingers, back of his cybernetic hand a few moments more. "And you know I'm happy to help if you need it."

He nodded, rolling his shoulders as he shifted back and pushed to his feet. "Atton said it felt like having too much energy for your skin at first, and I see where he was coming from."

She accepted the hand up he offered. "Sounds about right. You learn to regulate the flow as you adjust. Part of being a Jedi is always learning, making changes for new knowledge. The Force is also good at... working with you, for lack of a better term." Aside from him and Atton, she'd never taught anyone about this, never had to explain how it worked. It just did. "It responds to your emotions and thoughts, what you want from it." She rested a hand on his arm. "That's why you needed to let go of your anger; it's such a strong emotion, it tends to overwhelm everything else. Even the best of intentions."

Bao-Dur chuckled. "Always three steps ahead and looking out for your people."

You more than any. Those were definitely un-Jedi thoughts. But it was late, and they were true, so Evony let them linger for now. They keep saying I'm no longer a Jedi, anyway.... "Whenever I can." She cleared her throat, remembering their original task, and gestured vaguely toward the wall. "Are we done? Is this all good? I don't want to traipse off and leave you with more work."

He shook his head slightly, one corner of his mouth tipping upward. "You better than anyone know I enjoy this sort of work. However..." He checked the wires she'd repaired with the scanner, seeming unsurprised when it flickered confirming white. "We do appear to be finished. I'll route power back..."

"Before you go-" Evony gave his arm a light squeeze, then reached her other hand toward the workbench across the garage, calling the dualblade lightsaber hilt to her hand. While she hadn't had time to tinker with any of the new acquisitions from Dxun, she'd at least peeked at the innards of the scavenged lightsabers to confirm they were decent and unbroken. "To help you feel the part a little more." She offered it to him. "This'll be the easiest adjustment from your war-blade. If you want it," she added hastily, picking on the current of uncertainty from him.

While he did hesitate a beat longer, Bao-Dur reach out and took the lightsaber hilt. "It's hard to deny how effective they are," he said. "After watching you and Atton decimate anything stupid enough to get in our way."

Evony laughed, only just remembering to keep it quiet, and even as she opened her mouth to point out the ignition switch, he thumbed it on. Should've know he'd figure out anything even slightly tech in a heartbeat, she thought as the pale blue blades hummed to life. "You can change the color and other crystals if you want."

He nodded, gaze still on the lightsaber quietly humming in his grasp. "This... feels right, though. At least for now." He shut it down and met her gaze as he clipped the hilt to his belt. "Thank you."

She smiled. "You're welcome." She felt much more centered. Calmer. Her concerns over what Kavar revealed were settled, at least in part. "And thank you." She cocked her head toward the wall. "For letting me help."

Bao-Dur matched her smile. "Any time you need." He caught her wrist as she started to leave, tugged her back to brush the fainst kiss to her temple. "Rest well, General."

Evony chuckled and didn't correct him. "I will."

She could feel the current of the Force that bonded them now as they went their separate ways, and was fairly confident she could keep that promise.

[alj4890]

So I'm bored 😁 Let's have some fun. (Only if you want, no pressure!)

Did Chris go to her HS prom? What about Tobias?

What did they wear?

If you want, share any of the other character's prom wardrobes too.

A/N I've been struggling with writer's block and thankfully this finally shook some words out of me. This story takes place on their third date.

Rating: G for fluff

@hopelessromantic1352 @jerzwriter @openheartfanfics @krsnlove @choicesficwriterscreations @twinkleallnight @tessa-liam

Masterlist

A Couple of Drinks

Tobias's townhouse, dining room...

"All right," Tobias set a bottle of whiskey between him and Chris, "Let's play a game."

Chris relaxed back in her chair with a smug smile gracing her lips. "I'll have you know I come from a long line of Highlanders. Whiskey is a part of my DNA."

Her eyes drifted down his body. "I've drank men twice your size under the table."

Tobias couldn't help but smile at her. "It's not that type of game."

He poured them each a shot, then held his glass up.

"To getting to know each other better."

Chris chuckled as she clinked her glass against his then quickly downed the shot.

Tobias stared wide eyed at her when she didn't even wince over the burn.

She reached for the bottle and poured herself another shot.

Her eyebrow lifted when she noticed he still hadn't touched his.

He knocked his glass back, unable to keep from grimacing over the burn.

Chris laughed while nursing her third shot.

"Geez." He grumbled playfully. "At least give me a chance to catch up and actually begin the game."

She sat her empty glass down with a wink.

He refilled her glass while hurrying to down his second.

"Now," he rasped. "Time for some truths, Dr. Valentine."

She propped her chin on her hand. "About?"

"About you." He relaxed back in his chair. "I'll ask you a question and you can either answer or drink." He waved between them. "Then you can do the same to me."

"Couldn't I answer and enjoy a drink?" She teased.

"You're taking all the challenge out of this." He laughed. "But yes, feel free to drink all you want."

Tobias leaned close to her. His eyes rested upon her lips.

"It'll make you more likely to tell me everything I want to know."

Chris snorted in her laughter. "You are tryin' to get me blootered!"

"I notice your accent becomes more pronounced after a few drinks." His smile grew when she tried to deny it. "Very interesting."

Chris rolled her eyes. "What did you want to ask me?"

"How long did you live in Scotland?" He asked.

"I was born here, though both my parents are from Scotland." Chris began, taking another shot. "My mother was giving a series of guest lectures at Harvard when she discovered she was pregnant." She pushed her glass towards him to refill. "When I was a year old, my parents took me back to Inverness."

She rested her chin back on her hand, her eyes steadily holding his gaze.

"I remained there, went to University of Edinburgh, then came back to the States for med school and my residency."

"That explains a lot." He laughed out loud when she playfully nudged him with her foot.

"Mah turn tae ask a question." Her brogue grew thicker until she cleared her throat. "Have you always lived in Boston?"

"No." He rested his arms on the table. "I'm originally from Connecticut."

Tobias shot back his drink, pleased that he barely felt it.

Her smile grew over how smug he appeared over his attempt at keeping up with her.

"Your turn." She reminded him when he simply stared at her.

He leaned even closer than before. "Have you ever been in love?"

She laughed. "Of course! Hasn't everyone?"

He shrugged, enjoying the slight flush to her cheeks that appeared each time she laughed.

"Are you currently in love with anyone now?" Tobias asked.

He shocked himself by asking such a question. He glanced down at his empty shot glass and wondered if he'd made a mistake suggesting this game.

Chris wagged a finger in warning.

"Uh uh. It's not your turn." She closed the distance between them, pausing at the moment their lips barely touched. "It's my turn to ask you something."

She felt a thrill go down her spine at the sharp intake of his breath. His eyes burned into hers as he waited on her to kiss him.

Instead, she flashed a flirty smile and settled back into her chair.

His eyebrows drew together in confusion before he grumbled something under his breath.

"Now then," she looked up at the ceiling while contemplating what to ask him. "Let's see..."

Her eyes twinkled with mischief. "When was the first time you fell in love?"

Tobias refilled his glass. "I'm not certain I've ever been in love."

"Surely there was a time you felt strongly for someone." Chris countered. "Perhaps not true love, but more of a crush."

He chuckled. "I had plenty of those."

"Then tell me one about the first strong crush you had. One where you did something outrageous to get their attention."

Tobias smirked at her. "Are you implying the ladies don't notice me?"

She lifted her glass to hide her smile. "I believe there are a few of us females who take a second glance at you."

He bowed his head in thanks. "I knew you couldn't resist me."

She gave up the battle, snorting into her drink. "Back to my question, please."

"Probably high school." He replied. "There was this cheerleader--"

Chris rolled her eyes.

"What?" He asked.

"Typical." She mumbled.

"What?" He asked again. "What's typical?"

"Falling for a cheerleader." She huffed. "As if those of us who refused to don short skirts and cheer a team of bloody ballers onto victory were unworthy of attention."

Tobias slowly smiled. "Why, Chris, are you jealous of high school me being attracted to a cheerleader?"

"No!" Color flared in her cheeks. "I'm merely making an observation of men in general."

He took her hand in his. "If I'd had someone like you at my school, believe me, I would have ignored those cheerleaders."

She shook her head with a reluctant smile. "Stop being charming and go back to your story, Dr. Carrick."

"As you wish." He winked at her. "I'm sure you've noticed I don't have any inhibitions."

"I might have." Chris teased.

"Well, something about Cindy Kaminiski had me tongue tied." He took a sip as he thought back over his past. "It didn't matter what I did or said, she never gave me the time of day."

"Clearly she was a fandan!" Chris exclaimed.

She put her hand over her mouth when she realized how loud she said that.

"What's that?" Tobias asked once he quit laughing over her startled expression.

"An idiot." Chris cleared her throat. "A pretentious one."

"I see." Tobias's smile turned tender the longer he thought of her outburst being a compliment towards himself.

"I hope you ignored her and found someone even hotter to date." Chris added.

"I did. But I still wanted her to notice me." He swallowed the last of the whiskey in his glass. "So, at prom I made sure she'd be voted queen and that I would be voted king."

"You rigged the election?"

"I did." He responded. "Though once I went through all the actual votes, there was no need of my replacing the votes with the fake ones. We would have won anyway."

"We had to sit next to each other on the stage and share a slow dance." His eyes swam with mirth. "There was no way she could ignore me then."

"So?" Chris propped her head between her hands. "What happened?"

"Nothing." He smiled at her. "She complimented me for wearing a nehru tuxedo jacket. I said thanks and that was the end of our conversation."

"Wait! That's it?" Chris began to laugh. "You went through all that to only be complimented on your jacket?"

"Yep." Tobias refilled their glasses. "Once I saw how little she could think of to talk about, I realized that her beauty wasn't enough."

His gaze landed on Chris. "I need more than just undeniable beauty to keep me interested."

Chris humphed in approval.

"My turn." Tobias pointed at her. "Did you go to your prom with the love of your life?"

"I went, but not like you think." She replied.

"Story time." He demanded.

"I used the prom to make money." Chris explained. "And a way for me to have more fun."

"Did you need the money?"

"No." She giggled. "But I loved making my ex find a way to pay me for my, um services. He was the class president, so it was up to him to make all the arrangements."

Tobias's eyes widened. "What exactly did he pay for?"

"For me to sing at our prom." Chris laughed. "Did you think I was his paid escort?"

"Noooo." Tobias snickered when she playfully swatted him. "So, you must have some voice for him to pay."

Chris colored some, lowering her eyes. "I've been told that if this doctor thing doesn't work out, I should accept some of those recording deals I was offered in college."

"Recording deals?!" Tobias got to his feet. "Come on."

"Where are we going?" Chris plopped down on his couch once he let her go.

"Sit tight."

He went to a closet where he kept a random group of past Christmas presents in.

"Aha!" He carried a box back into his living room.

"What's that?" Chris asked.

"This is for me." He winked at her as he pulled out a karaoke machine.

Tobias handed her a microphone.

"I'll let you choose a song."

Chris laughed while doing as he asked.

"If you don't like my singing," she warned, "Remember you brought this on yourself."

She hummed to herself while trying to think of a song she sang often that year of her prom.

"Here we go." She hit play on Set Fire to the Rain.

Tobias sat transfixed as she sang without the need to look at the lyrics. Her rich, husky voice added even more emotion to the song.

He also thought she couldn't possibly get any sexier as she ran her hand through her hair, keeping her eyes on his as she got into the music.

Her voice was one that could have made her famous. With her beauty and personality, she would have been a huge star. He couldn't help but be glad she decided to become a doctor.

That gave him a chance to keep her all to himself.

Chris set the microphone down, blushing even more when he stood and clapped.

"How," Tobias tugged her into his arms, "do you keep making me fall for you?"

Chris scoffed, secretly thrilled he liked her voice.

She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him, sighing when he cuddled her close.

His mantle clock chimed, letting them know it was two in the morning.

"I should probably go." She wound her arms around his waist, not quite ready to leave his embrace.

"You could stay here." He kissed her again. "I would love it if you did."

"Is this that three dates equals sex invitation or are you worried I've had too much to drink?" She teased, moving her hands slowly up his chest.

"Neither, though I wouldn't say no to the first part." He laughed when she pushed him away. "I have guest bedrooms with a locks on the doors if that makes my invitation better."

Chris snuggled back in his arms. "I don't think I'll be using them." Her eyes settled on his lips. "In fact, I'm quite certain I won't need any room but yours."

[casspurrjoybell-28]

The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 42 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Knot - Cyrus

Koa's eyes bore into mine as he blinks away the wetness in them, before leaning in to press his lips to mine.

The kiss is tender and languid as he slowly starts to relax, melting into my embrace.

He's softer than anything I've ever touched, everywhere our skin makes contact is like a blessing from the Moon Goddess.

He was made to fit like this in my arms, made for me to bury myself inside, so precious to me that I will never be complete without him.

"My Omega," I can't help but growl, jaw clenching so hard with desire it feels like my teeth will crack.

It would take an army to get me to unsheathe myself from him.

I could stay like this forever.

His warmth wrapped around my cock, all of his body on mine.

It's greater than any pleasure I've ever known.

Then he peeks his eyes open to glare at me.

"I'm not yours."

And there it is, always so damn stubborn.

"Alphas can't knot Omegas that aren't theirs."

"I'm not your possession, Cyrus" he seethes, although his body is at odds with the claim.

He only clamps down on my cock.

I smirk at the flush that overtakes his face.

"For someone who doesn't want to be mine, you were pretty eager to ride me."

"Don't confuse lust for love," he plants his hands firmly on my pecs to push himself up.

"You're just a cock to me."

I let my expression darken, not missing the nervous bob of his throat.

"Lying is a dangerous game, little wolf."

"I'm not... nghh."

His eyes suddenly glaze over, swollen lips parting as he lets out a choked moan.

I groan too, body tensing as I start to cum, my seed pumping into him in heavy bursts as my knot flares wide in tandem.

His abdomen contorts as he spasms around my cock, his own length wet at the tip but nothing coming out.

The sight is so carnal, so ethereal and I do my best to burn it into my mind's eye.

He's having a dry orgasm from my knot.

Can my mate be any sexier?

I throb inside him, impatiently thrusting my hips up as my release continues, hands digging into his ass to press him down on me.

He sobs in pleasure, still shaking on top of me.

The orgasm never seems to end as he claws at my chest, so overcome with the sensation that his words start to slur.

"Good. So good. Fill me up. Please. Please, Alpha?" he begs, finally letting himself slump on top of me again in his exhaustion.

He attaches his mouth to my neck, sucking light love spots up to my jaw.

While I'm pleased at the sudden affection, I wish it didn't take a knot for him to let go of his pride.

Omegas are naturally submissive and will succumb to their true desires under the guidance of the right Alpha but the problem is that he doesn't want that Alpha to be me.

"I will," I purr, pushing aside my doubts as I kiss his sweaty forehead.

He's my priority right now.

Not the torment of emotions and thoughts in my head.

I brush the limp auburn curls from his face, stroking his cheek with my thumb.

He only whines in response, squeezing harder on my cock.

"Stay inside me. Don't you dare pull out."

"I'll keep you filled as long as you wish."

He nods tearily, sloppily kissing me.

He moans and I swear I see stars, the ecstacy of my cock in his body and his soft full lips on mine almost too much.

I flick his tongue with my own and he follows my dance, pressing himself deeper into the kiss.

I don't know how long we make out like that, my knot rock hard and cumming inside him but every minute is bliss.

He's perfect, he's everything as I hold his small frame in my arms, never wanting to let go.

We kiss until we're breathless, until Koa is rutting himself on my cock again in a building, horny frenzy.

My knot is going down and I'm all too eager to do my best to satisfy him as much as he needs.

I fuck him right there on the floor again, then the wall, then the dresser, against the wardrobe, in the shower, even in the window lounge, where I whisper dirty words in his ear about how people might react to seeing him get pounded through the glass.

I fuck him until all I know is that friction of me thrusting in and out of him, his arms and legs clasped tightly around my neck and torso as he cries my name and for more, more and more.

I fuck him until he's all I know and I'm all he does.

We just stare into each others eyes, faces so close as our bodies conjoin repeatedly in that desperate rhythm, never having enough of each other.

I knot him four more times and he gladly takes it all into his womb but not before telling me he won't get pregnant like Beau will.

"I don't want to hear it," I snap, fucking him to another orgasm that cuts short his attempt argue back.

If only he could truly know.

[kult-ablasi]

I hate cardboard boxes

I hate feeling their disgusting grainy texture against my fingertips. They make me sick to my stomach. Believe me I'd tear them apart or burn them all to ashes if I could, but I'm not strong enough. I can't defeat them. I can't overpower temporality.

I first met them when I was 7 and my parents said we needed to talk. There wasn't really much to pack for mom, she only took her clothes and a few books. I still remember the boxes piled over each other in front of our doorway. It shouldn't have felt that empty after she left. She said she would be back, they just need to sort some problems out. I know she meant it. She didn't unpack in her new flat for months. She even left her scented candles.

Then I started to love them when I was finally moving out at the age of 16. I slept on worn out bunk beds in rooms that always had a bit of a weird smell; they felt like freedom and bed bugs. I shared a room with three girls that were always at each others' throats. Each summer I returned to dad's, all my belongings on my back like a turtle. I never had a room in my mom's. I waited until she passed out from too much wine so I could sleep on the sofa in the living room. I don't blame her for that though, the room I have at dad's isn't mine either. Him and his wife hang their freshly-washed clothes on the bedframe when I'm away. I never stayed long enough to put up any posters. It's just a boring room with a big bed and an empty wardrobe.

I thought I got used to it. Not belonging anywhere, always being on the move. Hotel beds, bunk beds, couches, shakedowns... It didn't really matter not being able to paint my own walls lilac or build a shelf for my future mug collection, I told myself. A huge fucking lie. Why am I so ashamed, even terrified of saying I want to belong somewhere? I want to leave a mark, a proof that I exist, that this is my space. I'm tired of couches. I'm tired of knowing that one day I'll have to put all my stuff in cardboard boxes again. I just want a tiny space in this earth that I can call mine. I want to embrace the little girl who thought this was too much to ask. I want to paint her walls and put up some stickers inside her wardrobe. I want her to have a home.