#assigned hey you at court room run in

[stillmadaboutpetra]

shadowboxing the role of son” oh god oh fuck#he doesn't mean to do it. really. but he can't stand to be in his own home anymore. the smell of lemon clorox wipes and the dust-free lamps#the way she looks at him. the way she sighs when she knows he's just around the corner#he misses benson. he wants benson that's all. so he camps in his room. he likes the clutter. the layered posters and pictures on the wall#the old tech esp the tube tv. benson's got a little horror vhs collection and randy wraps himself in benson's quilt and watches them all#it's not his fault it's ma's house too. or that she has to keep coming in to turn off the light and the tv when he passes out#or that he only knows her as ma. doesn't know her name. never asked#two women had sons. one mother lost hers. the math doesn't change. not even when randy takes up smoking. shaves the sides of his hair.#starts sleeping there on purpose#one mother grieving. one son gone. everyone wishes it was different#anyway whether or not i end up writing 6k words about this. thank u for the playground my weensdly brain loves it

CAN YALL STOP

do you think randy thinks about bensons ma. wonders how she reacted to the news. if she has any other family. if she's doing okay. if anyone's taking care of her. if anyones gonna get her smokes. what kind of funeral she's holding for benson, if he gets ones. if anyone else would go to it. if she had to identify his body. if she blames randy for it. sees her in court one day. his own mom pulls him away.

[k8martins]

˗ˏˋ ˎˊ˗ but i’m a cheerleader! 𒀭

summary: cheerleader!reader secretly crushes on kate martin, but thinks she hates her until they share a hotel at an away game

warnings: 18+, smut w plot, enemies to lovers if u squint

a/n: i hope i snapped with this one it took forever and i also hope y’all get the reference w the title…

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the cheer team huddled together to chant one last “go hawks” before practice was over, and the gym was then handed over to the women’s basketball team. they always managed to come in as soon as you were done, not wasting a moment of their practice; especially because they had a highly anticipated away game the next day. the team quickly flooded the court, ready to begin stretches.

you hurriedly picked up your water bottle and began walking off the court, bustling through the basketball girls. just mere steps from being out of their way, you bumped shoulders with one athlete in particular. it happened to be a girl named kate, who seemed to have a bit of a problem with you for no good reason. any jab she took at you, she said it with a confusing smile.

“aren’t you guys done yet,” kate sneered looking back at you, her expression a mix of irritation and laughter.

deciding not to engage, you continued walking forward, although kate’s comment embarrassingly made your stomach flip. she goes out of her way to chirp at you, but looks so good doing it.

“what’s her problem?” your teammate asked as she caught up to you.

shaking your head you told her, “i don’t know, we don’t even know each other that much.”

“well coach gave us our hotel details and we’re sharing a hotel with them tomorrow,” she informed, looking intently with concern.

you shot her a look with your eyebrows furrowed, “really?”

“yeah… if you run into her i swear to god,” your teammate huffed.

“it’s fine,” you said quickly, trying not to appear flustered at the thought of being in the same hotel as kate for a night.

walking into the locker room, your teammate looked at you like you were crazy, “fine? girl, kate borderline bullies you.”

laughing at her comment, you found yourself defending kate.

“‘bullying’ is a bit dramatic.”

“whatever,” and your teammate let it go.

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the hotel was nothing special; a hilton in the middle of nowhere with assigned roommates. carrying in heavy bags was never easy, and they felt even heavier knowing that the basketball team was in the same building. as you walked into your room, all you could think about was kate. your teammates were ready to fight her, but all you wanted was to “accidentally” run into her. but for your friends’ sake, you played along with the hateful agenda.

“did we only get one room key?” your roommate asked.

you looked around the room, seeing only the one in your hand, “ummm i think so.”

sighing, she asked you to go back down to the lobby to get another room key. you agreed, making your way to the elevator and into the lobby. approaching the front desk, you noticed the basketball team’s bus had arrived. forcing yourself to look away from the girls exiting the bus and coming inside, you stepped up to the receptionist.

“hey can i get an extra room key for room num-“

you immediately stopped your words at the sound of the other athletes entering the lobby, loudly chatting and rolling their luggage.

“um...room 701 please,” you finished, taking the key from the receptionist and keeping your eyes away from the front doors. the effort to not see or be reminded of kate was in vain, for a familiar voice started from behind you.

“oh look who it is,” kate said to her friend, just loud enough for you to hear.

kate and her friend continued walking towards the elevators giggling about nothing, although she took one last glance at you from behind. she was not slick at all. you bit your tongue and approached the elevators, being too close for comfort to kate. the basketball girls took up both elevators, and you watched as they both filled and left you waiting for the next one alongside kate and one other random man. your stomach dropped at the unfortunate cutoff, knowing kate was going to take advantage of the moment.

out of the corner of your eye you saw kate staring at you. trying to suppress your breathing picking up, you prayed she would just say something, anything. sometimes you tried to deny you liked her, but it was times like these when your feelings for kate were only further confirmed. you felt your face grow hot.

“what are you so nervous for,” kate smirked.

you sighed out of annoyance and to catch your breath. facing her eye to eye, you probably looked like a deer in headlights. you tried to read her face, looking for something other than coldness, and you did find something every time you held the courage to look her in the eye. kate’s eyes glimmered as she waited for a response.

“just focusing on the game tomorrow,” you mumbled, half lying. maybe more than half.

kate shook her head, blowing air out of her nose with a light chuckle. the elevator door opened. you kept your head down and walked in, sensing kate following behind you. of course.

standing on opposite sides of the elevator, it was almost like you felt a magnetic force towards her. your mind raced, fantasizing about all the dirty things you’ve wanted for so long. the tension was thick. kate shamelessly stepped an inch closer to you, knowing exactly what she was doing.

“you know i’m just messing with you, right?”

you irritably side eyed her, no longer afraid to speak as long as she kept trying you.

“oh i’m just supposed to know that?”

kate pressed the “7” button and looked back at you, waiting for you to tell her your floor number. you rolled your eyes and shifted uncomfortably. it almost wasn’t surprising.

“we’re on the same damn floor,” you said, crossing your arms. your heart began beating even faster.

kate scoffed, her jaw dropping and turning into a dumb smile.

“no way,” she said, inching even closer to you, “what room number?” her arm was nearly touching yours and your breath hitched.

“why would i tell you that?”

she hummed as if she was thinking, and boldly shot back, “cause maybe i could get you in my room before the trip’s over.” she looked back at you, still with a knowing smile. you couldn’t hold back as a smile crept up your face, immediately looking the other way.

“yeah right,” you chirped, blushing wildly. your arms fell to your side.

“im just saying. you look so cute in that skirt of yours.”

“shut up,” you murmured.

it was like she was trying to make you pass out. the image of kate removing your black and yellow cheer skirt appeared in your mind, the tension now growing nearly unbearable. however, the elevator finally came to a stop on the seventh floor. with her hands propped on the rail behind her, kate brushed her hand against yours as she left the elevator. you followed behind her, but not too close. before walking opposite ways down the hall, kate couldn’t just let you have the last word.

“im serious, cheerleader.” kate raised her eyebrows, looking you up and down.

“we’ll see what happens.” —————————————————————————————————

the next day, iowa had won the basketball game 93-87. you cheered harder than before, with your eye on kate the entire game. if someone scored, you didn’t even notice unless it was kate. she made sure to lock eyes with you several times, whether you were taking a break on the floor or doing your latest routine. the way she held eye contact told you what you needed to know.

back at the hotel, everyone had to pack their things and move out. there wasn’t even enough time to change out of your uniform, as it was the exact time the hotel ordered guests to leave. you were turning around the corner of the hall when you heard someone call your name. whipping your head around, it was exactly who you had been waiting for.

kate wasted no time grabbing you by the wrist and leading you towards her room, no words needed. you smiled and bit your lip, only hoping that your teammates wouldn’t see you with her and ruin the moment. just as you were getting to kate’s room, you heard your coach yell a reminder.

“all cheerleaders on the cheer team must be in the lobby in less than five minutes,” your coach yelled from down and around the hall.

you stopped in your track in kate’s doorway, your mouth hung slightly open and adrenaline running.

“what are you doing, hurry come in,” kate urged.

“but i’m a cheerleader,” you said out of breath, starting to worry. if anyone cared, it was not kate.

“i know that, now come on,” kate now grabbing you by the hand.

she practically slammed the door shut, swiftly locking it. as soon as the door closed, you were pushed against the wall in a desperate kiss. kate couldn’t keep her hands off you, and immediately ran them up and down your waist. your back arched at the instant touch from kate, inevitably pushing your hips into hers. there was no way kate was going to spend less than five minutes with you. between kate’s kisses and words, she did not hold back.

“you’re so...fuckin’ sexy...” she breathlessly said, biting your bottom lip.

you moaned and grasped her hair that was now debris of a braided ponytail, eager for all of her. you both knew time was limited, and suddenly kate picked you up and put you down on the edge of the bed, only breaking the kiss to get on her knees. she placed her hands on each of your knees and looked up at you with her big blue eyes for approval. you nodded hurriedly, whispering for her to be quick. you began trying to remove your skirt, but kate’s hand flew to your wrist to push it away.

“keep it on baby,” she urged, simply pushing your skirt up. the tips of her fingers quickly found the lining of your panties, bringing them down and off your legs. it was like she disregarded your begs to be fast, because she took her time kissing the inside of your thighs and rubbing her hands on your waist. her kisses were intoxicating and she hadn’t even done anything yet. you threw your head back, desperate for more. kate agonizingly rubbed slow circles over your wetness, making you whimper and buck your hips up. she thoroughly enjoyed teasing you.

“you’ve been wanting me to fuck you for awhile, hmm? you damn near soaked your underwear baby.” kate’s words alone could’ve made you finish, her smooth voice echoing in your head as you screwed your eyes shut.

“kate, please...” you moaned out, “we’re gonna b-be la-“

as much as kate would’ve loved to keep you waiting, she moved on and plunged two fingers into your core. anything you could’ve said was cut off by the sensation of her long fingers fucking in and out of you, hitting your g spot every time. your stomach tensed and you almost screamed, but muffled it to a mere whimper. kate continued using her fingers with an unrelenting pace, keeping her face close to your heat.

“you gotta be quiet, princess,” kate said from between your thighs, although she truly didn’t care if anyone heard.

“you’re s-such an asshole,” you breathed.

“am i?”

kate’s tongue found your clit, circling it with perfect pressure and speed. it grew harder to stay quiet as your legs began to shake at kate’s combination of tongue and fingers. you hated how she treated you back at practice, but all the snarky things she said were quickly forgotten with the knot building up in your stomach. the pleasure grew greater and greater, not being able to help your legs closing around kate’s head.

“keep your legs open babe.”

you moaned feverishly at her words and the unforgiving pace she kept on your aching core. grasping at her hair, you were sure you were going to explode.

“kate i can’t take it,” you whimpered.

“yes you can,” kate said huskily against your pussy.

tears of pleasure began forming at the corners of your eyes, some spilling out. you cried that you were close, and kate gave you permission to let go. waves of pleasure rippled through your body as you released on her face, each exhale coming out as a moan.

“that’s it,” kate mumbled as she talked you through it, riding you out of your orgasm. your head was spinning and your core still throbbing when kate put your panties and shorts back on, wiping your tears away. she stood up in front of you.

“kate they’re gonna know,” you said looking up at her with your fucked out eyes.

she simply kissed you in response, a softer kiss this time. your lips were still puffy and tinging with slight pain from making out.

“here lemme...” kate mumbled as she began lifting you up from the bed. your legs felt weak as you stood next to her. when you tried to walk, you burst out laughing.

“i cant believe we just did that, kate look how i’m walking!”

“you’re fine, now let’s go,” kate giggled.

[kotoku]

can i request an aventurine x stoneheart!reader whose cornerstone is citrine? lets say the both of them are close friends and one day in a meeting with the ipc one of the workers try to persuade you (citrine), to go to a date… aventurine sees this and gets jealous … then i’ll leave this to your imagination, i wanna see how creative you are!!! love your writings btw ❤️❤️

ᴘᴇʀꜱɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ꜰᴜᴛɪʟᴇ

synopsis - You and Aventurine are close friends and have been working together for a long while from the ground up. Though Aventurine had refused to believe that he had developed feelings for you, he eventually accepted them within time but never took the first step. Your friendship was something that he could not gamble with after all. But when a persistent subordinate makes his attempt at courting you, he can't help but feel that ugly twist of jealousy in his stomach. He had to get to you first.

pairings - aventurine x stoneheart! reader

content - pining, drunk! aventurine, drunken confessions, jealous! aventurine, citrine! reader, reader is done with the subordinates shit

warnings - alcohol, a couple cuss words, mentions of vomiting

⋘ ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ... ⋙

“You know… A girl like you and a guy like me would make a great pair, don’t you think?” 

Your eye twitched in irritation, the polite smile you tried so hard to keep on your face faltering with each sentence this guy was spouting. The guy in question? Just a random subordinate who was flying a little too close to the sun. 

Diamond had requested a meeting amongst the Ten Stonehearts, so you were only making your wave over to the meeting room before being stopped by someone calling out your name. Thus putting you in the position you were currently in. 

“Er… I- sorry, I have urgent matters to attend to. If you could excuse me…” You tried stepping around the man but he reached out towards your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. 

“Hey hey, what could be so important that you’d have to skip out on this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” The man smugly smirked, a shiver of disgust running down your spine.

“You must not be aware of who I am.” You yanked your wrist back from his hold. “If you’d like to maintain your position here, I’d suggest you scram and get back to work.” You dropped the polite attitude, not tolerating his persistent behavior in trying to score a date with you. You didn’t have time for this nonsense.

“Huh?? B–” Before he could utter another word, you had already resumed walking in the direction of the meeting room. Thankfully, the man made no attempt at following you so you allowed yourself to relax a bit, shoulders falling. 

“You handled that pretty well, Citrine.” A smooth voice spoke, your head turning to face the source.

“Ah Aventurine, you saw all that?” You sighed, combing a hand through your hair. 

“Mmm, hard to miss when it’s happening out in the open. In the middle of the hallway, no less.” He chuckled, matching your pace as the two of you walked towards the meeting. “You should’ve seen the guy's face, he was absolutely dumbfounded.” You laughed at that, imagining the weirdo’s expression. 

“Good, he needed a reality check.”

You both laughed.

It wasn’t long before the both of you reached the designated meeting area, confirming your identities before stepping inside. Most of the Stonehearts were already in their seats, waiting on those who were making their way over. Immediately, you saw Topaz talking with Jade, seemingly discussing business matters as they both held serious expressions. You and Aventurine had started walking towards them, both of them noticing your presence and giving you a small greeting.

“Citrine! How have you been? I haven’t seen you around lately.” Topaz smiled, concluding the conversation she was having with Jade. 

“Mm, could be better. The last assignment I received was a lot harder than expected,” You answered, taking a seat next to her. “What about you? I heard about what happened on Jarilo-VI.”

At the mention of her previous assignment, she grimaced with a frown replacing her smile. “Ah… We don’t talk about that… Other than my demotion, I’ve been doing fine. There was a new game that came out recently so I’ve been playing it since.” You hummed, crossing your arms over the table. 

“Aetherium Wars? I keep hearing all my subordinates talking about it.” Aventurine spoke, mimicking your actions. “Speaking of subordinates, I’m sure Citrine has an interesting story to tell you both.” He poked your shoulder with his finger, a sly smile on his face. 

Rolling your eyes, you recounted the earlier event to Jade and Topaz, the four of you gossiping about that specific worker. 

“Oh, him? I’ve been hearing a lot about him from some of my female subordinates.” Jade rested her head on the palm of her hand. “Apparently he’s been trying to coax women into sleeping with him. Management isn’t able to do anything about him as these are only rumors.” She sighed disappointedly, “It’s best you avoid him, Citrine and Topaz.”

You made a mental note of Jade’s words, Diamond’s authoritative tone garnering everyone’s attention. You sincerely hoped that you wouldn’t run into him again. 

-----

Walking out of the meeting room, you stretched your arms above your head with a groan. It took forever for it to conclude, but when it did, you were excited to go back home and rest. The meeting had gone over the previous assignments each Stoneheart worked on, recounting specific details from reports and such. However, what stood out to you was the dinner that Diamond invited everyone to take part in, acting as some sort of team bonding experience. 

“Excited for the dinner party tomorrow, Citrine?” Aventurine hummed, the two of you walking down the hallway to head back home. 

“Kinda, I’m excited for the food.” You weren’t really much of a drinker, always the token sober friend at parties who made sure everyone was safe and having a good time. “You think you’re gonna get drunk?”

Aventurine laughed. “We’ll see how I’m feeling about drinks tomorrow night. If anything, you’ll take care of me, right?” He batted his eyelashes at you with an innocent look in his eyes.

Rolling your eyes, you playfully punched his shoulder. “We’ll see. I might just leave you out on the streets if you’re not careful with your words.” Aventurine pouted at you, sighing dramatically.

“And here I thought we were best friends. You wound me, Citrine.” 

“Oh shut it, Aven.”

-----

The next day, you went about your normal routine. Reluctantly leaving the comfort of your sheets to work on copious amounts of paperwork in your office, spending your lunch break with your fellow Stonehearts Aventurine and Topaz, continuing where you left off, and then clocking out for the day. If it weren’t for Aventurine reminding you of the dinner party that would be happening later, you would’ve forgotten and gone straight to bed. So instead of changing into your pajamas, you dressed appropriately for the occasion, making sure you had everything on you before driving off to the meeting point. 

After parking your vehicle and making sure that it was locked, you walked up to the front of the restaurant, seeing your coworkers already gathered near the doors. Aventurine paused his conversation with Topaz, waving you over with a smile. 

“Citrine! You actually showed up.” Topaz grinned. “I thought you would’ve been too tired to come.” 

“Well, someone needs to keep everyone in check, especially this one.” You teased, rustling Aventurine’s blond hair. He swatted your hands away, huffing in annoyance as he tried fixing up his hair.

“Excuse me, I think I’d be just fine without your supervision.” Fixing his bangs, he shot you a playful glare. “You on the other hand… You probably couldn’t hold your liquor even if you tried.”

“Even if I couldn’t, at least I don’t continue to participate in drinking competitions only to end up throwing up all over myself.” You recalled the last time Aventurine drank too much he could hold. The poor guy had ended up puking all over his clothes and the smell could never be washed out. 

“Wha– Shut up about that will you!” Aventurine elbowed you, eyes darting around the area to make sure no one heard that part of the conversation. Topaz laughed at the memory.

“Goodness, the smell was horrendous! You should’ve seen everyone’s faces as we passed them while escorting you back home.” Topaz snickered, covering her mouth with one hand. “I don’t think we’ll ever be able to forget that memory.”

“Shut up! Both of you!” 

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When everyone was accounted for, Diamond led you all inside, a worker of the restaurant holding the door open.

The interior of the restaurant gave off a sense of warmth, remaining both homey and lavish. The mahogany wooden counters went well with the beige walls, plants dotting every nook and cranny which gave the place a kind of liveliness. Placing your bag around the chair, you pulled out a seat and sat down, the cushion providing you with comfort. Aventurine and Topaz sat by your sides, eyes taking in the decorations and layout. 

Grabbing a copy of the menu, Aventurine scanned through the various meals and desserts they had to offer, flipping to the alcohol section with a grin. “Citrine, you’ll take care of me in case anything happens..right?” He turned his head towards you, his grin growing wider at your deadpan expression. 

“Duh–” “I knew I could rely on you!” 

Aventurine wrapped an arm around your shoulder, his free hand clutching at his heart. What a drama queen, you thought, letting him side-hug you. You could smell the faint scent of his cologne, a rich but light aroma that held a hint of vanilla. Realizing how close he was to you, you felt your cheeks heat up, nudging him away as you gave him a lopsided smile. 

“Don’t drink more than you can handle, Aven.” “I won’t, I won’t.” 

The dinner, so far, has been going smoothly. The atmosphere was lively and everyone seemed to be having a wonderful time together, sharing drinks and laughs, chatting about the latest trends and events, etc… You were talking with some of your fellow peers before you felt the urge to use the restroom. Excusing yourself from the conversation with a polite smile, you quickly hurried in the direction towards the restroom. 

Aventurine, who had been glancing in your direction every couple of minutes, noticed your retreating form. At first, he was a little concerned due to the slight jog you were doing, but paid you no mind as he resumed listening to a coworker talk about his last assignment. 

Yet..something had caught his eye, a familiar man who was sitting at the bar had gotten up from his seat and went in the same direction as you.

Despite him feeling a little tipsy, he knew his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him just yet. It was that subordinate from earlier. The weirdo who had stopped you and started hitting on you, ignoring your attempts at turning him down. What was he doing here? 

Aventurine’s eyes narrowed, barely listening to his coworker at this point. He would never admit it to your face, but when he first witnessed the man trying to shoot his shot with you, he was ready to drag and throw him out to the curb, wanting to give the man hell for his unwavering persistence. His actions disgusted him, his stomach twisting and turning with deep rage when he placed his dirty hands on you. 

Yet you handled the situation well, remaining both calm and professional, something that was undeserving for a man such as him. And though Aventurine would be sure to teach him some manners, he could not, for the meeting would start soon and he needed to hurry. So giving the man a silent glare, he promised himself to never let you come across that man again. Yet here he was, walking towards the restrooms. 

Aventurine already accepted his feelings for you, yet he was too hesitant to make the first move. How ironic since he’s the one who usually flirts with you and teases you every day. The best he could do was give you a myriad of things, from expensive clothes and jewelry to simple trinkets. He knew what you liked, you were his close friend after all. Despite his yearning for something more, he didn’t want to risk the chance of losing you. It’s something he could never gamble with.

“--turine? Aventurine?” A finger snapped in front of his face, bringing his attention back to his coworker in front of him. “Are you feeling alright?” 

“Oh- uh, yeah! I’m fine, just had a little too much to drink…” Aventurine muttered, eyes darting back towards the restrooms every couple of seconds. “I..need to go to the restroom. I’ll be right back.” Downing the rest of his cocktail, he stood up from his seat, the chair sliding back with a creak. 

Nearing where the restrooms were located, Aventurine could hear the familiar sound of your voice and a man’s. 

“Must I remind you that I am not interested?--” 

“Come on! Just give me a chance! I know a lovely spot where we could..get down to business.” Hearing those words made you gag, shoving the man away from you to gain some distance. 

“A chance? How about I give you a chance to get the hell out of here before I do it myself.”

“There’s no need for the feisty attitude! Let me buy you one drink, I’ll make it worth your time–”

“I think you’ve heard loud and clear that they don’t want anything to deal with you.” 

Both you and the man’s head snapped towards the direction in which the voice came from. It was Aventurine, with his eyebrows furrowed and mouth twisted into a disgusted frown. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, magenta-cyan eyes burning holes through the man’s head. If looks could kill, that man would’ve been deader than dead. 

“Tch- who are you?” The man snobbily asked, attempting to stand his ground. Aventurine laughed, walking over towards the both of you. You could feel the anger seeping from his being, permeating the air with a thick tension that anyone could suffocate in. 

He was more than angry, enraged.

“I think the better question is: who do you think you are? Approaching members of the Stonehearts so casually and treating them like an item.” Aventurine towered over the man, the pressure weighing him to his spot. “Learn to respect your superiors, subordinate.” 

You could visibly see the color draining from the man’s face when Aventurine showed his ID as proof, tucking it away into his pocket. 

“You know, you’re quite lucky you’ve made it this far without getting fired.” Aventurine adjusted his coat. “But I’m afraid your luck has come to an end, I’ll be changing that.” Lowering his gaze to be eye-to-eye with the man, he gave him a condescending smile, “You’ll be fired, and that starts tomorrow.” Leaning back into his full height, Aventurine walked past him towards you, grabbing your hand and leading you away from the man who had not yet registered the blond’s words.

“F-fired…?” His voice was drowned out by the chattering of people and workers as the two of you got farther and farther away from him.

“Phew, now that that’s settled with… How about we have some fun?” Aventurine gave you a genuine grin this time, his personality taking a huge turn. Blinking at him, you were still registering everything that had happened. 

“Aventurine…”

“C’mon Citrine, the night won’t last forever!”

You stared at him before sighing, a drink could help after all that had just happened. 

“Fine… But I need to talk to you about something later.” His grin faltered but came back just as fast.

“Sure. Now here, I think this drink is something you’ll definitely enjoy.”

-----

As you promised yourself, you only drank what you could handle so you wouldn’t get flat-out drunk. And as Aventurine didn’t promise, he was flat-out drunk. 

The dinner had ended a couple of minutes ago and you were saying goodbye to the rest of your peers, parting ways while lugging a drunk Aventurine behind you. 

“Ugh Aventurine, how much did you drink?” Your nose wrinkled as you could smell the strong scent of alcohol radiating from him. He definitely needed to take a shower as soon as he got home. But there was a problem, a tiny issue.

He didn’t have anyone but himself at home so there was no way you could leave him alone lest he hurt himself. 

“Heh, one too many…” Aventurine giggled, dragging his foot behind him. You shook your head with a small grin on your face. “Clearly.”

Aventurine had originally hitched a ride with Topaz, so there was no issue about leaving a car behind. She had offered to take him home but you felt that it was your responsibility since you’ve been close friends for a while. So with one final goodbye and hug, she left, leaving you with a drunk gambler in an almost barren parking lot. Nothing could go wrong, right?

Opening the passenger door, you helped Aventurine buckle himself up, moving his legs so they wouldn’t get hit by the door closing. After getting in yourself, you made sure everything was cleared before leaving the parking space and heading to Aventurine’s place. 

Occasionally, you would glance in his direction whenever you were at a stop light, making sure that he was ok before looking back at the road. He seemed to be dozing off here and there, body jolting back awake every time he found himself leaning forward. You found it a little silly but decided not to say anything about it.

At last, you could see his house in the distance. 

Putting your vehicle in park, you carefully helped him out of the passenger’s seat and closed the door with your leg. Walking up the steps to his front door, you could hear the faint sounds of his pets from the other side. There was a ‘mrow’ at the door, soft scratching noises coming from behind it. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” You smiled, turning towards Aventurine. “Do you have the keys?”

“Mm coat pocket…” He grunted, leaning on you for support as he fished out his keys. It took a couple of tries but eventually, you were able to unlock the door, pushing it open with your foot. 

Three gray cats greeted you at the front, looking up at the both of you with wide eyes. They happily followed you as you made your way to the living room couch, setting him down so you could take off your shoes. 

“You think you can shower by yourself?” You asked, placing your shoes in a small cubby. Aventurine gave you a small nod, swaying side to side as he walked towards his bedroom. You watched him for just a moment to make sure he didn’t trip, but with the help of his pets, he was able to safely make it to the bedroom and to his personal bathroom. 

With a sigh, you walked towards one of the guest rooms to go find some clothes. You normally left a couple of your clothes in one of his guest rooms since you’d have occasions such as these where he was too drunk to properly care for himself. And the occasional sleepover or game night with Topaz and Ratio. 

Fishing through the dresser, you pulled out some comfortable pajamas and a towel before walking towards the main bathroom. Honestly, you were a little jealous that he had such a big place with a lot of rooms. It made your place feel much smaller.

-----

The steam from the hot bath you just took evaporated in the air when you opened the door, stepping outside with a towel around your neck. You could still hear the water running from Aventurine’s room, assuming that he was savoring the much-needed shower. You knocked on his door loud enough so that he could hear, ear pressed against the door to hear for a response. 

“Aventurine? You okay in there?” 

The shower stopped, curtains shuffling which signaled that he was getting out. “Yes, I’m.. fine.” He softly called out.

“Mm..” Backing away from the door, you left to go make him a glass of water.

Plopping down onto the sofa, you grabbed the remote to the TV and flipped through different movies before settling on one that caught your interest. Soon after, you heard the door to his bedroom open and the sounds of multiple footsteps making their way to the living room. 

“Citrine..?” 

“Here, come take a seat. I got you some water, I figured you were thirsty.” You patted the space next to you, watching as he plopped himself by your side with his pets hopping around the two of you. They had settled at the foot of the couch, seemingly interested in the movie as much as you were.

There was a brief silence between the two of you besides the sounds from the TV and occasional yawn coming from the critters. Glancing at a nearby clock, the time had read 10:37 PM, yet you didn’t feel tired. You turned your gaze back to the TV, continuing to watch whatever movie was playing. You hadn’t bothered to check the title or description. 

Aventurine moved forward to grab the glass of water, drinking quite a bit of it before turning to face you.

“..You wanted to talk about something..?” He drowsily asked. Your eyes flickered to his own before settling back on the movie. 

“I wanted to say thanks for.. what happened today. I really appreciate it.” 

Aventurine smiled softly, “What are friends for.”

You smiled back.

He looked like he wanted to say more, but bit his tongue. Would now be the time to tell you? What would he even say? Whatever he drank at the party certainly made him feel bolder than usual if he was certain of confessing to you. 

“_____…” You perked up at the sound of your name, directing your full attention towards Aventurine. Usually, when he called you by your actual name, he had something troubling him. And by observing his facial expression and body language, you knew something was bothering him.

“Is everything alright?” You turned down the volume of the TV.

“I need to tell you something,” Aventurine murmured, hands reaching to grab yours. He seemed awfully clingy, then again, he always is when he’s drunk. 

“What is it?” You interlock your hands with him, squeezing them comfortingly. “I’ll always be here to listen.”

“I—“ He took a deep breath, “—don’t want to be friends anymore.”

‘Fuckthatcameoutwrong—‘

You stared at him in stunned silence, feeling a piece of you die right then and there. What did he mean by, ‘I don’t want to be friends anymore.’? Is he finally fed up with all your shit after all these years? Did he— 

“I want to be more than just close friends, _____.”

Oh.

Oh.

That makes a lot of sense.

“Huh.” You idiot, is that all you can say? He gave you a flat expression, does he need to repeat himself? Please don’t make him say it again. 

“I—“ “No I just— sorry. I feel the same way about you, I was just in shock.” You interrupted, palms becoming slightly sweaty.  He let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh thank goodness. I don’t think you realize how long I’ve been holding onto that.”

“Really, when did you start feeling this way?” You were curious as to when this all started because you had liked him a while back too. Maybe if you had mustered up the courage earlier on, you would’ve been together by now.

Aventurine shrugged, “Dunno. One day you just walked in through the doors and after that, I.. felt differently towards you.” 

“But—“ he continued, “The more time I spent around you the more I started picking up on your little habits, what you loved, how you liked things done a certain way… No matter how big or small they were, I just seemed to notice it and I held onto it longer than I thought I would.” He coughed. “That was a mouthful.”

Laughing, you gave him a tight hug, soaking in his warmth. He hugged you back, clinging onto you as if you’d be gone within a blink of an eye. Oh how terrible that would be if this was a dream his hazy mind came up with… 

But you were here, breathing the same air as him and sharing your warmth with him. This was no dream like the ones he had in previous nights. He couldn’t be happier.

-----

Groaning, Aventurine slowly blinked his eyes open. His head pounded and his mouth felt full of cotton, the fuzzy memories from last night slowly seeping into his conscious mind. 

Right..last night. 

Aventurine slowly sat up, being mindful of the warmth next to him as he peered down at your slumbering form. Small puffs of air left you, chest steadily rising and falling before you shuffled in your sleep. He chuckled, moving a strand of your hair away from your face. 

Swinging his legs over to the side of the bed, he decided he would make breakfast for the both of you.

“Ugh…”

…After he took some painkillers.

⋘ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! ⋙

[sscieloz]

Bittersweet memories

Yoo Jeongyeon x member!reader

Synopsis: Jeongyeon sees you’re feeling down and suggests going to the park, while the other girls are not home.

Warnings: just a lil angsty.

Word count: 1.4k

Notes: a silly prompt I thought abt rn lol

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3 | Pt.4 | Pt.5 | Pt.6

“Hey, baby maknae,” Jeongyeon calls, smiling. She looks so cute, with her eyes nearly closing as she tops you with her frame. The sensation of her shadows on you is enough to make you open your eyes, sitting on the couch. “Are you okay? Your breathing is kinda erratic.”

It was a slow day at the dorms. Nearly all the girls were busy with either a group or a solo schedule, which left you, Dahyun, and Jeongyeon all alone in the massive apartment. To anyone, it’d be a perfect time to relax, run errands, or work on some hobbies. You were trying to relax, though, but such a thing was still forbidden to your mind — the thoughts started to run at an overwhelming pace as soon as you lay down on the couch, in hopes of destressing.

Thankfully, the women whom you shared your life with were more than attentive to all of your mannerisms. You didn’t even have to say anything, and they’d be by your side, caring, nurturing. Each of them helps in a unique way.

You loved your girls so much it hurt.

“Yes, unnie. Just fine.” The lie flows easily from your mouth, in an automatic response. It’s only when Jeongyeon lifts her brow that you come to realize you don’t have to do that anymore. You don’t have anything to hide — they’ve already seen all of your ugliest parts. Sighing, you add. “Sorry, it’s just, uhm, sorry. I was trying to relax, but I can’t… I still can’t focus on the thoughts too much. I get scared easily.”

Jeongyeong nods, pleased by your efforts to share your feelings with her. You’ve been going to therapy for a couple of months, and it’s been helping you to understand and deal with your feelings better. As a result, you’ve been expressing yourself better, and the girls were able to search for ways of making your routine easier each day. The engines of the big, complex clock that defined your being were slowly getting back into its place. It’s a slow, tiring process, but there’s been progress.

She sits by your side, giving you a reassuring squeeze. You took advantage of her proximity to hold her tight, hugging her even closer. Jeongyeon’s arms have always felt the safest to you. Her embrace sends warmth waves of love straight into your heart, and you smile against the woman’s skin.

“Thank you for telling me, beautiful.” You blossom under her praise, hiding your face in the crook of her neck. Her hands go inside your hoodie to trace slow, delicate circles on your bare skin, exactly how she knows it’ll calm you down. “Perhaps some fresh air will help you feel a bit better? We can go for a walk. The members will take long to come home. How does that sound?”

“Sounds perfect, unnie.” Although there’s hardly anything she suggested you wouldn’t do, simply because it’s her. “Let’s take a walk.”

Jeongyeon’s hands are cozy, and they fit perfectly against yours. You hold her delicately through all the way.

—

The park is the girl’s assigned spot. It’s the place you’ve cried, laughed, and celebrated together ever since your trainee days. Whether it was to go on picnics, hikes, or simply feed the ducks on the lake, you’ve grown used to having such a place as your escape route.

You’re surprised that Jeongyeon led you to the basketball court, instead of the lake. However, what surprises you the most is the ball in her hands, which she shakes side to side in awkward motions.

“What are you doing?” You frown, watching her clumsy moves.

During your trainee days, you, Jeongyeon, and Momo would sneak out of the practice rooms once it all got too much. Your managers would always find the trio here, instead, laughing their hearts out in their own little world. Neither of you knew how to actually play, but being able to move around — wasting some well-needed nerves without the need to be perfect, and just have fun in general was enough. If you concentrated hard enough, you could still hear Momo’s loud laugh, combined with your loud cheers whenever Jeongyeon managed to score a shot.

Reminiscing such memories causes a growing ache in your heart. At the time, it seemed like things were so heavy: the crushing routine of practice, the stress of not knowing whether you’d make it through the next monthly evaluation, the immaturity of being so young… You thought it was the end of the world, back then. Now, looking through the hidden memories behind those feelings is enough for you to realize it wasn’t so bad, after all. Being able to window-shop at the mall without being recognized; the thrill of finally being able to buy that Nintendo you had been saving up for forever; whispering gossip with the girls after the lights were out when you had to be up early for dance lessons, on the next day.

It’s a bittersweet feeling. Something that seemed like a life ago, coming from a version of yourself trapped in another dimension. You felt like that wasn’t yourself anymore. It was impossible to recreate such memories, and even when you managed to do so, it just felt wrong, and weird.

You desperately wanted to go back to being that girl again. And it fucking sucked.

“I thought a little one-on-one could ease up your nerves. You used to love playing before.” Jeongyeon cares about you so much, thinking about the little details of the maknae she loved dearly. Holding on to something that did not exist anymore.

Just like you were. All of them.

Your mouth tastes bitter. Suddenly, you’re no longer interested in being outside — there’s a sudden urge to just go back to your room, curl up and cry.

You used to like going to the park and playing, before.

“So everyone keeps telling me.” You murmur, kicking a rock as your fists close inside your hoodie’s pockets. “About things I liked to do before the— episode.”

Sensing you’re not interested in playing — or maybe she just took a brief look on your face. With a red nose, watery eyes, and a big pout, it wasn’t difficult to tell you were about to burst into tears. Jeongyeon throws the ball away, opening her arms to you.

It’s instant: you run to her, crying as you mutter apologies and empty promises. You wish you still liked to do all of those things. That you weren’t so utterly, completely broken. You want to go back to when you were just a little troubled but fine.

Was it never going to stop hurting? Is this ache going to last forever?

“It’s okay, baby.” Jeongyeon’s calm voice soothes you, as she runs her hands through your hair. Your sobs are loud, probably drawing attention to the little kids playing on the nearby courts, but she doesn’t seem to mind. “It’s okay. Much has changed, and that’s normal. It’s just life, baby. It’s simply life.” Gently grabbing your shoulders, the older woman brushes the tears away from your eyes. Staring at you with a serious face, she adds, “I love you, Y/n. We’re in this together, all of us. That’s what hasn’t changed: our love. Okay?”

You nod, somehow crying even more now that you are surrounded by such a strong love.

“We will make new memories, and find new hobbies. We’ll do whatever it takes. It might not be as fun or shiny as the old ones, but oh, Y/n… they’re going to be even more cherished and precious, I promise.” She promises, resting her forehead against yours. And you truly believe her words.

You love her more than words can say.

“I love you, unnie. Thank you.” You laugh through the tears, glad to have someone like Jeongyeon in your life.

Turning around, you make your way back, in the lake’s direction.

“And I love you more, baby. We’ll find a new hobby, don’t worry.” Her face turns thoughtful, her glasses complimenting her frame well. “Have you tried cooking? We really need another one in the dorms, things are getting unsustainable. I had to eat Nayeon’s food yesterday! Or, well, at least pretend, since it was disgusting. Not even poor Dobby ate it.”

You let out a loud laugh, this time, giving the older girl a playful hit.

Jeongyeon was right: things were not as they once were. The past was in the past, and it might be a good thing. From now on, you’d focus on making new memories, surrounded by the love and support from your family, your friends, and most importantly, from your girls.

[cottonlemonade]

Just Crazy Enough

word count: 2124 || avg. reading time: 9 mins.

pairing: Tendou x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers, soft Tendou

warnings: a gamer‘s rage (cursing, suggestive language), some regular swearing too, otherwise none

synopsis: you can’t sleep and Tendou helps you out

You wake up with a start, gasping for air. Your heart is racing and it takes you a couple of moments to realize where you are.

Evident by the small pool of drool on the table you must have fallen asleep at your desk while working on the paper for your creative writing class. You try to rub away a kink in your neck and reach for your phone to scroll through social media to find a distraction.

Tendou grins at your last message and, pushing his books aside, grabs his laptop. He turns to look over at Wakatoshi sleeping soundly. Normally, not even a jet engine could wake his best friend once he was out, but the red haired boy still decides it would be for the best to move to the common room of the Shiratorizawa dorms. There he could talk to you in voice chat without having to worry about disturbing anyone.

“Hey you.”, you greet him happily, but he can tell you are tired.

He wishes he could have been there when you had woken up and held you until you felt safe enough to go back to sleep.

“Hey to you, too. What do you feel like?”

“Hmm, just regular, I’d say. Not in the mood for ranked.”

While you two are waiting for the game to start he sends another puppy picture and his heart leaps when he hears you fawning over it.

Tendou does his best to distract you as much as possible while you queue, asking about how uni is going and you in turn want to know everything about yesterday‘s training.

You and Tendou have been good friends for about a year and he has been in love with you for about 11 months and two weeks. He met you in his second year, while you were in your third, helping out at a tournament. Having been assigned to support the Shiratorizawa managers, you handed out water and towels. At first Tendou was sure you would, like everyone else, be scared of him, avoid him or something but to his great surprise you were kind and bright and even struck up a conversation with the team when they waited for a new match and had some down time. When he found out you liked the same video games and manga as him he didn’t even notice that the team had called him away to court until Ushiwaka materialized by his side and with that silent stare of his demanded him to follow.

During the game then Tendou’s eyes had begun to look for you whenever he scored a point. He found you fascinating and really very pretty. Not to mention, he was rather surprised to meet a girl who didn’t run for the hills when he looked her way.

After the tournament he was a bit hesitant at first, hanging back in the locker room, trying to figure out if asking for your number was a good idea.

It was only when he was already taking his seat on the bus back to school that he decided to just go for it and jumped back out to jog over to where you were waiting with a few friends for your ride.

You offered a genuine smile and typed your number into his phone, giving sharp looks to a girl who made some mumbled comment about why you were giving him your real number.

Ever since then you are in close contact, meet up for movies, food or just general hangouts and you even come to his games to cheer him on.

The server finally connects you two to a game and for a while you just play without any noteworthy incident unless one would count the near heart attack he experienced when you called him sweet.

In the sixth or so game however...

Could you stop blowing your boyfriend and heal the entire team???

Tendou does a double take when he sees the words appear in the team chat. They can only be targeted towards you. You and him are the only ones in a group plus you are the only straight up healer.

You scoff into your headset and must have heard how he starts to angrily type a reply, because you just say, “Don’t. Let me do it.”

But where would be the fun in that? <3

Tendou coughs when he reads your answer.

Fucking retards, what are you doing!?

Well, we are both a little distracted.

“I’m really sorry for this.”, you say a second later.

“What are you apologizing for?”, he laughs (taking a screenshot of the exchange).

For the rest of the game, you both ignore the ongoing rampage in the team chat, the constant stream of insults and completely out of line suggestions and threats.

He feels bad that you are being attacked like this but on the other hand, you have started to jokingly call him “babe“ and he is thoroughly enjoying the experience.

At the end - of course your team won - you get the title Player Of The Game for Lifesaver and suddenly the chat goes really quiet. Both of you break out into laughter and he types a “Well done, baby. Love you <3“ into the chat sending you into another fit of giggles.

Much to his surprise you don‘t drop the new nickname and while he doesn‘t know what to do about it at first, he quickly figures out that you don‘t object to him returning the favour. As the night goes on he becomes braver and tries to see how much “pretended” flirting he can get away with. About 2 hours later he goes to bed with your “Sweet dreams, my love.” still in his ears, grinning like an idiot.

Usually sleeping in on a weekend with no extra training is a must and given that he has crawled into bed at around 4 in the morning, he easily would have slept until late afternoon. But he feels so energized from last night's events that he wakes up as soon as Wakatoshi comes back from his morning jog.

He reaches for his phone and to his surprise sees that you are already online.

Still feeling elated and confident he types.

Satori: Good morning, gorgeous. Slept well? x

And immediately regrets it. He really hopes he hasn't taken it too far. Shit, what was he thinking!? He tosses the phone away like a hot potato and groans loudly into his pillow - Wakatoshi is so used to his antics that he doesn‘t even question it.

After what is probably the longest minute of his life his phone pings with a new message and, hugging his pillow tightly to his chest, he carefully leans over to squint at the screen.

You: Good morning, loverboy ☺️ how are you already up? It‘s Saturday! Eh, sleep is optional.

His shoulders drop a little at the implication that you haven‘t managed to fall asleep after he left you a few hours ago. But at the same time a wide grin spreads across his face when you don‘t dismiss his affections.

And suddenly he has a crazy idea.

Half an hour later he stands in front of your door, freshly showered, a bag slung over his shoulder, a plan on his mind that may be just crazy enough to work.

You look surprised when you open the door but smile brightly.

"What are you doing here?“ Yawn. “I'm really sorry, but I don't know if I'll be good company today.", you say meekly, the shadows under your eyes telling a vivid story about how long your night must have been.

"Just figured I could be a supportive boyfriend and help my girl sleep."

Too tired to question any of it, you step aside and let him into your tiny student apartment.

When he takes off his shoes and jacket, you suppress another yawn, rubbing your eyes and Tendou tries not to blush at how cute you are.

"Off you go!", he shoos you further into your home, towards your bed, "Go on."

"But-"

"No buts, let's go."

You stumble for a second then shuffle over to your bed, him right behind you.

Sleepily you climb between the sheets, looking at him through heavy eyes, yet another yawn on your lips.

"So you came here to command me to sleep?"

"Not exactly.", he grins mysteriously and an understanding of his plan dawns on your face.

"You are not getting into my bed with street clothes."

"I know.", he taps his bag with a superior look.

Tendou hops into your bathroom and emerges dressed in his sleep wear a few moments later (a loose shirt with a faded charizard roaring across the chest and sweatpants), striking a pose, which makes you chuckle. And then yawn again.

For a second he stands at the foot of your bed, waiting for you to object, to tell him, he has gone too far but to his immense relief you just push a few pillows around and brush a plushie out of the way, making a space for him.

Up until now it has all somewhat felt like a joke, but as he settles into your bed inches from your warm body, he realises what he has accomplished and the weight of it sinks into his stomach. He swallows.

Taking a quiet breath he hesitates, then wraps his arm around you from behind, pulling you against his chest. You shift for a second and he loosens his hold immediately in case you want to scoot away from him again, but you only make yourself comfortable and let out a deep breath. He tightens his hug again, loving how your soft shape fits so perfectly against him. Absurdly, he wonders if you‘ll even be able to sleep with just loud his heart is hammering.

"Thank you.", you mumble.

"Any time."

When you both wake up, the sun has already started to go down again, bathing your home in a golden glow.

"Please take this exactly the way that I am saying it.", your voice was low and a little squished, "It was really nice sleeping with you."

"Glad to hear it. Right back at ya.", Tendou smirks. He is lying on his back, with your head on his chest, your hands, so much smaller than his, folded on top of each other as a cushion. At some point during his sleepover you had entwined your legs with his.

Without thinking he takes a strand of your hair between his fingers and starts to play with it. You stretch luxuriously like a cat in the sun.

"Want to sleep some more?"

"Nah I'm good, but don't you have anything better to do on your day off?"

"Better than this? Fuck no."

You laugh, relaxing again.

A moment later you shiver and he pulls up the blanket, wrapping it around your shoulders.

"You are a very good boyfriend, you know that?"

"Thanks, I try."

You fall into comfortable silence, the only sound coming from the cicadas outside your window and cars whooshing past in the distance.

After a while you begin to fiddle with the hem of his shirt.

"Everything alright?", he asks.

"Yeah I'm just wondering… what this is?"

"A shirt." That earns him a playful knock on the chest and you sit up, taking your cozy warmth with you.

"You know what I mean.", you say with a furrowed brow. Tendou sits up as well, resting his back against your headboard.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.", he says earnestly.

"You didn't. I like what you did for me, but I just don't want to worry about what it means for the next two months so I am asking.", you shrug and Tendou gives you a small smile, which you return, but then look away.

He braces himself. "It means what you want it to mean. If you want to see it as a friend helping out a friend, then great. However…", he searches for the right words, "if you… would not be opposed to the idea of making this a reality … and let me be your actual boyfriend, then that.. would be even better."

You meet his eyes and try to look for any indication of a joke.

“You know, I really can‘t tell if you‘re kidding or not.“

“Why would I joke about something like that?“

“…“

“You have a point, but, well, I‘m not joking right now.“

“Huh. Alright.“

“Alright?“

“Yup.“

“Cool.“

“Rad.“

After a moment of staring at each other with straight faces, you both break out into laughter. Then Tendou pulls you into his arms and peppers your face with kisses.

art: (the little profile picture used in the texts) @BRTRmilk_ on Twitter

(the dog) by snatti on pixie.net

[slippinmickeys]

The Unseelie Court 7/16

Scully was throwing her things into her suitcase, not even bothering to fold them, when Mulder came breezing through his motel door. 

“Hey,” he said, smiling when he saw her through the connecting passway. “You’re not going to believe what happened to me.”

She whirled around and his smile quickly faded. 

“What’s wrong?” he said. 

“What’s wrong?” she repeated, anger radiating off of her in waves. “You disappeared for the entire day and I couldn’t reach you, and then I got a phone call from the Assistant Director reaming me out for going out into the field without his approval. Where the hell have you been, Mulder?” 

Mulder shot his wrist out of his cuff to look at his watch and held his phone up in his other hand.

“I’m sorry,” he said, somewhat taken aback by her anger. “I didn’t notice the time, my watch has been working on and off since yesterday and my phone died. I called the morgue from a payphone, but your grumpy diener said you were long gone. Did you even do the autopsy?”

Scully rocked back on her heels. In the corner of the room, the air conditioning unit clicked on and a fusty, cool lug of air wafted across the skin of Mulder’s face and neck.

“It’s five pm, Mulder,” she said. “I finished the autopsy more than four hours ago.”

“It’s…what?”

“It’s five o’clock in the evening.”

Mulder reached up and ran his hand over his chin, as if gauging the time by the beard growth on his face.

“No wonder Skinner is upset, I haven’t had a chance to call him back yet…wait, did you say ‘without his approval?’ He signed off on this assignment yesterday morning.”

“Well, he doesn’t seem to remember that,” Scully snapped. 

“It’s happening again,” Mulder said quietly.

Scully sighed unhappily and turned back to her suitcase. She could feel Mulder come up behind her and put his hand gently on her shoulder. 

“I’m sorry I worried you,” he said softly. 

She turned and brushed past him, throwing something on top of her bed, which was still crisply made.

“Charge your phone,” she said. He glanced at the bed. She’d thrown her own phone’s charging cable onto it, which bounced once on the tight drum of mauve polyester. 

He ignored it and followed her into the bathroom. “I’d like to hear about the autopsy,” he said. 

Scully had been gathering up her toiletries and she pushed past him and dumped them into her open suitcase, zipping it up angrily. 

“Nothing,” she said. “The autopsy showed nothing. We have nothing.”

She finally turned back to him. She didn’t know why she was so angry. Worry and fear, she guessed. But she didn’t need to worry about Mulder anymore, standing there as he was, whole and true. And her fear from earlier in the afternoon had dissipated, at least a little. Still, the day had left her agitated.

Mulder watched her as she stood there battling with her own feelings. She was backlit by the bedside lamp, her hair a soft copper glow around her head. She had taken off her coat and jacket and was wearing a white silk blouse, sheer enough that he could see the curve of her body underneath it. A flare of wanting rippled through him that he forced himself to tamp down. 

“The body didn’t show anything?” he asked gently. 

“I’m still waiting on toxicology. But from what the body told me…there is no cause of death,” she said, letting some of her anger go. “Where have you been, Mulder?”

“The crime scene,” he said, shrugging off his jacket. “The beach.”

“You mean…”

“I went into the grove. I lost time again,” he said. “And this time it wanted me out.”

Scully cocked her head curiously and he briefly explained what had happened in the copse from which Daly Carmichael had walked. 

She stood there for a moment, quietly processing. Then she looked up at him. 

“I found one, too,” she said. 

***

Mulder followed his partner through the gate at the Carmichael estate, trotting to catch up with her.

“You should have told me to wear my running shoes,” he joked. The pavement under their feet was fissured and potholed, weeds growing up through the cracks.

“I told Skinner we’d be back in the office first thing tomorrow morning, Mulder. We’re being pulled off this case. Is there a point in continuing to investigate it?”

”Scully, what we’re dealing with here… this is an X-File. Aren’t you even a little bit curious?”

”I’m here, aren’t I?” she answered, continuing to walk along at a clip. 

They bypassed the house altogether and walked directly into the backyard. The sun was setting and the light was low, necessitating the use of flashlights. Scully marched past the fountain and cast the beam of her flashlight over the area where she and Avery had found the dark opening only a few hours before. There was nothing but brush and overgrown rhododendron, creeping vine. 

“It was right here,” she said, walking closer to where it had been that afternoon. “There was a sound coming from it. And the magnet you gave me, it…”

”It what?” Mulder asked, still shining his light hopefully around. 

“It started to vibrate,” she said. “When we got close to the opening.”

”Really?” Mulder said, looking pleased.

“Yes, really.” Quite the opposite. 

“So you came out here with Avery?”

”I did,” she said, wondering where he was going with this. 

“Did he see it, too?” 

“The magnet thing? No. Skinner called, I got yelled at for thirty seconds, he pulled us off the investigation and Avery brought me back to the motel. He was a little green around the gills at that point anyway.”

”I meant the grove, or whatever we want to call it.”

”Oh. Well, yes. He did see the grove. Heard it, too.”

”That’s promising,” Mulder said. “Though it’s gone now. More's the pity. Did you find anything else? Anything inside the house?”

Mulder gave the tree line one more swipe with the beam of his flashlight and then turned reluctantly back the way they’d come. 

“Furniture from the turn of the century. Cigarettes and beer cans,” she said. “And a few other weird things.”

“Weird things?”

“Tchotchkes, a half-drunk bottle of mead.” 

Mulder paused, mid-stride. “Mead?” He said. 

Scully nodded, pointed to one of the windows.

“On the window sill.”

“Show me,” Mulder said, and followed her into the house. 

“Here,” she said, when they got to the back room with the intact window. 

Mulder bent down and shined his light on the items sitting on the sill. 

“These are fairy offerings,” he said. “Sea shells, bread and mead.”

“Teeth?”

“Those too. Children’s teeth,” he clarified. “Naturally lost.”

At his feet was a green beech leaf which he picked up, twirling it in his fingers.

“What is the offering meant to do?”

“Appease them,” Mulder said, rising to stand and dropping the leaf back to the floor. “Acknowledge and placate them. Keep them from turning their eye on you.”

Scully nodded, contemplating the items on the window sill. Was the level of the mead lower? she wondered. There were five shells and three teeth. Had there been more?

“Do you think we should head back to the beach?” she asked. “See if that…fairy grove is still there?”

“Oh,” said Mulder, turning to look around the room. “It’s gone. It disappeared the moment I stepped outside of it.”

[jaidens]

Can you do an fic where maverick mitchell comforts the reader after something really bad happens and she struggles to take care of her mental health at that time

evermore (ft. bon iver) — taylor swift.

pairing [s] : pete ‘maverick’ mitchell x reader

warning [s] : mentions of : mental health

a/n [s] : ty for the request!

“Lieutenant L/N, you're grounded from today until the assigned therapist alerts that it's okay.”

Where you're sitting on the leather chair, staring at your higher-up as he tells you the news that will kill you. You always reach for the skies, and your fighter jet takes you there. Your sanity was based on how high up you could fly before the pressure began to hurt.

“I understand this news isn't what you wanted to hear today.”

Of course it wasn't. You were expecting another admiral to yell at you for your tricky behavior in the skies. How it was a million dollar project by the government and it doesn't give you the right to fly it childishly.

“Thank you. You're excused now.”

You stand up and it feels like the room is closing in and out on itself. You push the door open and walk outside. Goose and Maverick are standing against the wall, noses high in the air. Maverick was your (what you had believed) boyfriend. He had courted you a few times on base, somehow grasping you on the first day of the academy.

“Y/N, hey, what's happening? What did he tell you?”

Maverick falters from his position, and runs up next to where you're walking. You look over at him, and you can feel how your lip quivers. You could be yelled at a million times, you could take anything. But, when it came to your jet and the skies, it absolutely killed you.

“They grounded me.”

Maverick puts his hand on your arm, and bites his bottom lip and shakes his head. The tears blur your vision and you attempt to cover your face and wipe away the tears that gather.

“Here, come over to my place tonight. I have a surprise that'll make you feel better.”

Maverick tells you, kissing your cheek and he gives you a second-long hug before running back to where Goose is whispering across the hallway at him. You go to the locker room and pack up your things into your backpack. The flight suit that's in your locker makes you waver and you slam the door closed.

You drive home to your house, and fall to the couch. The picture of your jet and you makes you sick to see, you slam the picture down face down. You pull the blanket over you and curl up into yourself. All of your feelings start to pour out of you into the couch below you. Tears, anger, and sadness that was crushed up inside of you.

You stayed there. The television played some random TV show and all you did was stay there. You didn't get you for, had you guessed, three hours until you heard the knocks on the door. The sound of grocery bags and humming enters your house.

“Hey, I went to the store and got us a new tape, some greasy drive thru dinner, and a dessert.”

Pete walks in to the living carrying take out bags and CVS ones. You give him a small smile and sit up on the couch. He always made you feel a little better; how seeing his face made you smile. He walks over and sets the bags down on the coffee table. Pete sits and gives your temple a small kiss before pulling out the food.

“How are you feeling? I’ve been grounded before, it feels horrible.”

You frown and lay against Pete. He wraps his arms around you and you push into his chest. If you had to be honest, he smells like jet fuel and his rosemary-mint shampoo and conditioner. For some reason it was your favorite smell of yours, how it stayed on your bedsheets in the morning.

“It won't feel like this forever. Soon, you'll be back in the sky, somehow beating me in every damn race.”

Your lips tug into a smile and you laugh a bit. Pete gives you a smile, and rubs your back gently. The food is left forgotten as you lay against Pete.

“I’m thankful you're here. I probably would've just laid here, sad and lonely.”

Pete smiles at your confession.

“Don’t thank me. I’m here because I love you. I’ll take care of you until we're both old and wrinkly., still flying our jets high.”

[fog-and-rust]

Hogwarts Legacy Incorrect Quotes Part 7 (feat. my Hufflepuff!MC, Ellie)

Zenobia: I'm going to be an adult in 4 years and I only have a vague idea of what I'm going to do.

Ellie: I’m gonna be an adult in less than a year and I don’t know what I’m doing with my life.

Professor Garlick: I'm an adult and I don't know what I'm doing with my life.

Ominis: Three types of people.

***

[After summer break]

Ellie: *running towards Ominis with open arms*

Ominis: *moves out of the way*

Ellie: Hey, why'd you move?!

Ominis: I thought you were going to attack me.

Ellie: I was going to hug you!

Ominis: Why would you hug me?

Ellie: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

***

Lenora: Something tells me Ellie's going to be a bit more unhinged today...

Ellie, with armful of Chinese Chomping Cabbages: Leave me be, cousin Leander isn't here to stop me, I'm going feral.

[A few moments later]

Garreth, pointing a camera at Ellie: There she is, our precious cinnamon scone.

Ellie, leading her little army of cabbages and chasing Puffskein Dunkein: What-?

***

Imelda: Madam Kogawa asked me to tell you about your new assignment, but I think it might make you jump from Astronomy Tower again.

Ellie: Just say it quick, like ripping off a band-aid.

Imelda: You have to teach Ominis how to fly on a broom.

Ellie: ... put the band-aid back on.

***

Ellie: In Garreth's defense, I’ve done some pretty dumb stuff even before I tried his latest concoction.

***

Ellie, in Headmaster's Office: I'll write Professor Black a friendly note. Dear... Incompetent... Dumbass...

***

Leander: I don’t care what anyone thinks about me.

Ellie: Ok.

Leander: Wait, why such a muted reaction? Did that not sound cool?

***

[Beasts are like Pokemons, gonna catch them all]

Ellie: Hey, you want a tarot reading?

Duncan: Those are Beasts cards.

Ellie: You got a Golden Snidget.

Duncan: ...

Ellie: It means 'you're fucked'.

***

[Let's speculate on other games]

Ellie, setting down a card: Sorting Hat.

Amit, pulling out an Arithmancy card: +4.

Poppy, pulling out a Beasts card: Grindylow, I choose you!

Leander, trembling: What are we playing?!

***

Leander: Can we talk about that howlers you sent?

Amit: All it says is, "I'm back on my idiocy".

Ellie, shrugging: The people need to know.

***

Richard Jackdaw: Don't joke about murder. I was murdered once and it offends me.

***

Leander: Ellie and I were at Summoner's Court, and Duncan flew by and shouted at us.

Ominis: What did she do?

Leander: She chased him to Ravenclaw tower, and broke into the Common Room, and-

Ellie: *dropping from above, casting Levioso on herself* Who wants a new broom seat?

***

Ellie: Garreth is a precious angel who’s never done anything wrong in his entire life!

Leander: Never done anything wrong?! He set our dormitory on FIRE!

***

Ellie: Where is that blasted Daedalian key?

Amit: Ellie, Zenobia and Lucan are around, can you say it a little nicer?

Ellie: May I ascertain the whereabouts of the LAST BLASTED DAEDALIAN KEY?!

***

Ellie: Your potion station is in the bathroom?

Garreth: Leander says this is the perfect place for my work. I’m just now realizing that remark may not have been entirely complimentary.

***

[In Great Hall]

Garreth: Amit won't come from Astronomy Tower but I really need his help with homework.

Ellie, to Zenobia: Please, go to Amit and tell him I said something.

Zenobia: Like what?

Ellie: Anything factually incorrect.

Zenobia, shrugging: If you say so.

[A few moments later]

Amit: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?

***

[In Hogsmeade]

Ellie: We’re going to Honeydukes?!

Leander: No! It’s nighttime, Honeydukes is closed.

Garreth: We’re gonna ROB Honeydukes?!?!

Leander, sighing: No-

***

Ellie: Guess what?

Leander: What?

Ellie: No, you have to guess.

Leander, thinking: I don’t know.

Ellie: I've been to Azkaban.

Leander: Why would you make me guess that?!

Leander: What happened?!

***

Leander: Ellie just insisted I remember a code word in case I'm ever confronted by someone impersonating her under Polyjuice Potion and I'm not sure which is the real her and which is the imposter.

Leander: Some families have a fire escape plan, but not us.

***

Leander: *receives an owl* Oh! It’s Ellie.

Garreth, excitedly: Did she get me the stuff?

Leander: Yeah, she says she got you the Fwooper feathers, dried Billywig stings and 12 gallons of Troll blood.

Garreth: Wow! Where’d she find 12 gallons of fake Troll blood?

Leander: You wanted fake blood?

Garreth: ...

Leander: I’ll go write Ellie.

[gergthecat]

You PT 2 - Finian POV Finian/Scarlett

When Scar returns from the hall—Saedii now nowhere to be seen—she has a massive smirk on her face, a welcomed sight. I can’t figure out what’s been stressing her so much, but whatever it is, she doesn’t care anymore, as she tells us that we’re going to pull the prank of the millennium on Tyler. 

After a brief run-down of what she’s pulling and a less brief explanation of pranks to Kal, we are all rushing off to our assignments. I’ve been given the most important job: to accompany Scar and Ty and whoever that other girl is (Rachie?) to go shopping. Tyler keeps complaining about how he needs to get back to work, which Scar, ever the genius, uses as an excuse to take Rachie and abandon us in the food court.

Ty sighs as the salad he ordered arrives in front of him and looks off into the crowd. It feels pretty intoxicating to know something he doesn’t for once in my life. His spine straightens as he spots some massive Terran guy bounding towards our table. His contempt is evident on his face for only a moment before he puts on a cordial smile as Guy closes in. 

“Hey, Tyler,” Guy slaps his shoulder, unabashedly eyeing me.

“Trent,” Ty nods, clearly not trying to invite him into further conversation. 

My new best friend Trent doesn’t get it.

He pulls up a chair from one of the other tables as Ty and I awkwardly drag ours away to make room.

“So,” Trent starts.

“So,” Ty just repeats it, and I can feel the disdain melting off of him.

“How’s your sister doing?”

“She’s good.”

“Good, good,” he nods, looking off at the array of restaurants behind us. “And how ‘bout that other girl, what was it, uh, Katie?”

Tyler frowns, correcting him, “Cat.”

“Right, yes, her.”

“She’s dead.”

I can see as the blood leaves Trent’s face, making him a weird shade of green. 

“Oh, uh, I’m sorry.”

“Okay,” I can feel how much Tyler wants to roll his eyes.

“Anyway, uh, tell her ‘Hi’ for me. Thanks, Bro.”

“Okay.”

We finish our food without much conversation. I can’t help but notice the differences between Trent and me. I’m tall for a Betraskan, yeah, but Trent had to be at least as tall as Kal. He’s muscular and manly-looking, and his face looks like it could cut you in half and meld you back together again. He’s hot, and worst of all, he’s Scarlett’s ex-boyfriend.

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You Part One

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[hukkelberg]

ooh your thoughts about pen building up her little spy network are so fun. and your vision of the bridgertons as being like the tyrells is amazing - the way almost every other family focused on is Fucked Up in some way by the lannisters specifically tbh (including the lannisters themselves😭) and the tyrells just roll in w some food and everybody loves them really speaks to the way every scandal rolls off the bridgertons in the end to me lol. okay so when i wrote that ask i have to admit i was really thinking about how the main plot of asoiaf (less got bc got is my enemy </3) is about war completely destroying westerosi society and inadvertently leaving room for the 5 central characters to end up v powerful when they wouldn't have otherwise (jon is a bastard, dany is an exiled third child and a girl, tyrion and bran are disabled, arya is a young girl from a disgraced family). i was also thinking about how the messianic aspects of dany's character position her as a beacon of hope to "cripples bastards and broken things" esp. all this to say i was like "oh pen would love dany" and then "oh dany would definitely make pen her master of whisperers if they met" and then could not stop thinking about it bc pen would be a "broken thing" on the outskirts of westerosi society who had to save herself despite wanting a savior. so i was thinking that pen's family ends up either mostly dead or scattered/dismantled bc of the war of the 5 kings. my vision is pen having an arya moment in terms of having to traverse war torn westeros mostly on her own and ending up in essos at some point. probably braavos bc braavos is home to the faceless men aka the asoiaf spy/assassin training center! i think the combo of extensively traveling westeros in hiding + maybe getting training as an assassin (mostly about how they use magic to literally hide and change their faces, sneaking around completely undetected, gathering information - all v pen-coded to me lol) could leave pen w a lot to offer to someone like dany. i also could only see pen really throwing her weight behind a ruler like dany that wants to cause actual change rather than just gain power in this kind of universe; pen's family being a casualty of westeros and this leaving pen w a particular burning hatred for a lot of westerosi nobles is important to me. it also seemed fitting that pen would end up w an arya-esque plot bc their issues about being ""ugly"" are similar even if the specific ways they don't conform to a societal ideal are different. also i could 100% see portia just ditching pen w the bridgertons/some other powerful family/at court (?) for a while as a ward so maybe when her family is deposed she is also on the opposite side of the country and immediately runs and literally no one knows what happened to her. for fun. i just think it would be funny if they all think she's dead and she just strolls up a few years later in a powerful position under the fucking dragon queen like 'hey guys! how have you been doing? it's been so long since we talked❤️'

it's the way that protagonism means near invulnerability in bridgerton and complete obliteration in asoiaf lol at first trying to assign the bridgertons a house equivalent i thought of an important, rich place like the reach (that's the tullys turf yeah?) but in the context of war that is such a dangerous place i fear they would not be able to defend it. it's interesting to think how such a harsh environment would've changed them because they're so... Soft. anthony would thrive i think, he's so competitive lol. i think colin has real potential for bloodlust, id personally love to see it. Like a jaime lannister type of man, in terms of image. Ben I've no idea what he'd do. Genuinely.... They'd be picked off very badly. But you know what? Great incentive for Penelope if they are the family she handmaidens at lol

I am so in with Penelope serving Dany, I also agree she is about the only person she would actually have faith in as a ruler. The faceless men thing is so interesting! I gotta say I only have rudimentary knowledge of it, so I can't exactly expand

Dude her strolling in with a dragon like hi :) what's up :) no no. i remember you all very, very well. worry not :) would Love to see it

[cksmart-world]

SMART BOMB

The Completely Unnecessary News Analysis

By Christopher Smart

May 14, 2024

THE POPE OF SALT LAKE & HIS NEW LAND OF OZ

It's gotta be nice to be a taxpayer in Salt Lake City right now 'cause they're about to embark on building someone else's dream and it's only going to cost 'em $900 million. Ryan Smith, the owner of the Jazz and a new NHL hockey franchise, is going to love it — and so will you, like it or not. Alright, so what does this Oz look like. Well, it's going to be big and cool and we'll find out later about the details. But first the City Council must go off down The Yellow Brick Road to see the Wizard and create a 100-acre Oz District where the Delta Center, Salt Palace Convention Center, Utah Museum of Contemporary Art and Abravanel Hall now sit. Bonus: no height limit zoning that includes magic beans and giant bean stalks. What grows there will be big and cool but you'll just have to trust 'em, like when they were solving homelessness with three new homeless “resource centers.” Yes, that was a rush-rush job, too. But this time it might work out because Ryan Smith is a billionaire and he's been anointed the Pope of the City of Salt. What the Pope wants, the Pope gets. Sure, many studies show that publicly funded stadium projects provide little to no economic benefit for taxpayers, but this one will be different — remember, the new zoning includes giant bean stalks.

MAKE AMERICA GAG AGAIN — STORMY TESTIFIES

Warning: Parents, do not let your children read this. It could warp their minds permanently.

Stormy Daniels, the porn star at the center of Donald Trump's “hush money” trial, took the witness stand in a New York City courtroom and what we learned was... well, not pretty. Here are the takeaways:

10 – Donald Trump likes paisley Hugh Hefner silk jammies.

9 – Trump and his wife, Melania, sleep in different sound-proofed bedrooms.

8 – He prefers “paper-scissors-hammer” as part of a foreplay game of grab-ass.

7 – The “Orange Turd,” as Stormy called him, abhors condoms.

6 – But he delights in getting spanked, she testified.

5 – Trump wears Barocco Greca boxer briefs with a trap door.

4 – The former president insists on the “missionary position.”

3 – After the assignation, Trump called her “Honey Bunch” and “Snooky Wookems.”

2 – Stormy testified she would have needed a stop watch to time the event.

1 – As she stumbled out of his hotel room, Trump said, “I'll be in touch — no pun intended. Haha.”

WHY ARE PEOPLE SO MEAN TO CLARENCE THOMAS

Washington, D.C. is such a nasty place, lamented Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas. “There’s certainly been a lot of negativity in our lives, my wife and I, over the last few years, but we choose not to focus on it.” Hey Wilson, do you think all this “negativity” has anything to do with the $260,000 motorhome and lavish vacations Thomas got from a billionaire. Or maybe it was the role his lovely wife, Ginni, played in the plan to overturn the 2020 election? Nah, couldn't be. People have always been mean to Clarence, according to his biography. Bummer, man. So why should he recuse himself in cases where he has an apparent conflict, like Trump's claim that as president he had absolute immunity — how else could you launch a failed coup and then run for president again. It's curious that the court, overseen by Chief Justice John Roberts, is in the public-opinion dumper. It couldn't be its ruling that overturned Roe v. Wade and a woman's right to an abortion. It couldn't be the finding that money is speech and corporations are people. And it couldn't possibly be the conservative justices “originalism” philosophy that means it's 1788 all over again — except for the AR-15s, of course.

Post script — That'll just about do it for another beautiful week here at Smart Bomb where we keep track of voter fraud so you don't have to. Well Wilson, you know all those “illegal aliens,” aka undocumented workers, vote all the time. They put down their mops and brooms, find someone who can speak English and then take Uber to vote even though they can't read English. That's why Republicans in Congress are working on legislation to make that illegal even though it already is against the law. Oops, hold the phone: In 2017 then-president Donald Trump put together the Voter Integrity Commission to sniff out fraudulent voting across the country. They searched and searched and searched — but just like a bad Easter egg hunt, they didn't find a damn thing. Then quietly, the commission went the way of Donald's yacht, the “Miss Stormy.” Just ask Donald if there's fraudulent voting. That's why, he says, he lost the last election and if he loses the next one it will be déjà vu all over again. It's a new twist on the old “win/win” situation: if you win, you win and if you lose, you still win. You'd never guess, Wilson, but that's the motto of entire Trump Organization.

Well shucks Wilson, poor old Clarence Thomas is bummed out. People are mean to him just because he's a know-it-all prima dona, right-wing originalist. It's just not fair, so how about you and guys in the band roll out some road music so he and Ginni can have a soundtrack as they get out of Dodge:

Running my rig around ninety-five, Rockin' and rollin' in overdrive My heart's beating like a jackhammer, It's the midnight ride for the gear jammer Nine long days through twenty-three states, I gotta see my baby soon you know I just can't wait The police catch me I'll end up in the slammer, 'Cause the law don't want no gear jammer Running my rig in a mighty high gear, I don't care where I go just long as it ain't here Something gets in my way you know I'm gonna ram it, Nobody fools around with this gear jammer Running my rig about ninety-five, I'm a-rockin' and a-rollin' in overdrive My heart's beating like a jackhammer, Don't you get in the way of this gear jammer

(Gear Jammer — George Thurgood and The Destroyers)

[andydrysdalerogers]

Attitude – Steve Rogers

Pairings: Steve Rogers x F! Reader

Word Count: 2.2K

Song: Birthday Sex - Jermih

Summary: Its your birthday and Steve... well Steve forgot....

A/N: This one I wrote just for me.  A little smutty action for my readers on my birthday (5/3)  You’re welcome. 😉 😏

It would be that he would forget today.  His mind is on the mission, concentrated on defeating the enemy and making sure his team is safe.  Its not like he would do it on purpose. You make it possible for him to do his job but sometimes a little acknowledgement would go a long way.  He pursued you, after all.  You were just an analysis at the compound.  Tony brought you in from your position at a Fortune 500 company because you were brilliant.  And a party for the employees one night brought you to the forefront of Steve Rogers’ world.

It was like a fairytale.  He courted you, (yes, his words, courted), asked your father for permission to ask you to marry him.  Tony had been so thrilled that Capsicle had found someone to thaw him out that he paid for a fairytale wedding as well.  It was everything you ever dreamed of. Steve cried when he saw you walking down the aisle on your father’s arm, causing you to cry.  It was perfect.

But now, two years into it, you were just upset. Steve had acclimated to the 21st century.  He had a phone to remind him of everything but this, this is the one day he forgot.  So, you just took it in stride.  What else could you do?  The keys hitting the lock brought you out of your thoughts, going back to working on dinner.  Dinner that was supposed to be special, not made by you.  You shook your head as your husband walked through the door.  “Hey sweetheart.”

“Hi.” You saw him drop his bag by the door.  You tried not to get irritated.  He supposed to put the bag in the laundry room and empty it.  Be helpful, like you had asked.  But you were so hurt from his forgetfulness already that you had no fight in you.

Steve comes and kisses your head.  “Whatcha making?”

“Pasta.” You drop the noodles in the pot to cook.  “Ready in 10.”

“Sounds good.  I’m just going to change.”  He leaves the kitchen, and you mutter under your breath. “Sure, just leave your clothes everywhere.”  You finish up dinner and serve.

It’s a quiet meal with Steve unable to talk about the mission just letting you know that it was successful, and no one was seriously injured.  You hummed in approval and got up to clear your plate.  “Something wrong sweetheart?”

“Nope.”

“YN, you’ve said maybe five words since I’ve been home.”

“Just tired Steve. Tony assigned me a project and it just took the life out of me.  I thought… never mind.” You turned back to the living room where Steve’s bag was still in the entry way. Goddammit.  You grabbed the bag and hauled it to the laundry room. “Guess I’m just the maid now,” you mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all.”

Steve was perplexed. You had never had attitude like this. You were sweet, loving, his princess.  He went to reach for his phone to call Nat to see if she had any insight when he realized his phone had been dead.  He remembered he hadn’t been able to charge it yesterday. He plugged it in and gave it a few minutes.  After it had enough charge, all of his messages and notifications came through.  And a bright red one was right on top.

TODAY: YN’S BIRTHDAY

Oh fuck.

Fuck, fuck.

He was completely and utterly fucked.  He forgot his wife’s birthday.  And then he remembered the bag he left at the door.  And the dinner you had made for him.  On your birthday.  

Ok, he is a dead man. 

Steve shot off a few texts, pleading with Nat to help him.  As soon as he had a plan, he went to get you. He got up and went to the laundry room.  He saw you there, swearing at him under your breath as you sorted his clothes for washing. He knew you were angry, but he had never seen you like this. One particular swear got his attention.

“He thinks I’m his fucking maid well he has another thing coming.”

“Want to run that by me again?”

You stopped and closed your eyes.  He had heard you. You turned around and glared at him. “I didn’t say anything.”

Steve’s eyes darkened.  “You might want to adjust the attitude princess.”

That set you off.  “And what the fuck are you going to do to make me?”

He stalked forward and you step back, fear now entering your eyes as you see the look on Steve’s face. “Say that again princess.  I dare you.” He wraps his thick fingers around your neck, applying just enough pressure to control you.

But it isn’t enough to stop the words from tumbling out of your mouth. “I said what the fuck are you going to do about it.”  A single tear falls from your eyes.  It was supposed to be your day.  Your birthday. And yet, here you were, fighting with your husband.

Steve doesn’t like to see you cry but at the same time he’s aroused with your attitude. He pulls you close. “I’ll fuck this attitude right outta ya, princess.” His Brooklyn accent comes out think and you feel yourself clench around nothing.  You move to close your legs but Steve blocks with his knee.  “Oh no, princess.” He spins you and bends you over the top of the washer machine. “Ya want ta be a brat, I’ll treat ya like one.”  He holds your back down as he unbuttons your jeans.

“Steve,” your voice trembles.  “What are you doing?”  He’s never been aggressive with you, never wanted to hurt you.  He was always gentle, and this new Steve was scaring you a bit.

“I want my princess back, so I think I’ll punish the brat out of you.” He gets your jeans and panties down, and he stares at your bare ass. He sinks down to his knees to lick your pussy from behind, listening to you mewl from the sensation.  “At least this part of my princess tastes the same,” he smirks.

“Steve, Steve, please,” you beg.  This is new, it’s all new and you love it.  Steve keeps going, swirling his tongue on your clit, your entrance, even your ass.  He stops only to lift you onto the machine so he can watch your face as he continues his assault.  He slowly adds a finger, and then another, stretching you open. “Oh fuck baby.”  He can feel you starting to tighten, and he stops. “S-Steve?”

“Bratty girls don’t get to finish.  Only my good little princess gets to finish.”  He smirks as he starts up again.  Its faster this time to build and he knows it.  He wants to tease you to the brink and give you the best orgasm for your birthday.  Then she can enjoy while he makes love to her.  That’s his plan.  At least for now.  He feels you tighten again, and he stops.

You let out a frustrated growl.  It’s your birthday and he’s edging you.  What kind of husband does that?  But of course, he doesn’t remember it’s your birthday.  He starts for a third time, and you think you might die if you don’t release.  “Please Stevie, please, I don’t – I don’t know if I can handle this?” The tears are real, the fear of this new Steve coming through. 

Steve stops and starts to pull away. “Shit, baby, I’m sorry.”

“No! Please don’t stop! Please!”

Steve dives back in and thrusts his tongue back into you.  You grab at his hair, pulling him closer. “Fuck! I’m so close.”

“Cum for me my princess. Let me drink you in.” Steve darts his tongue in and out and you are lost, blinded by the power of the most intense orgasm of your life.  You don’t feel Steve riding out your high or picking you up and putting you in bed.  But you do feel when he climbs on top of you and slowly enters. “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to take it that far.” He kisses you softly as he thrusts gently.  He makes love to you slow, letting you enjoy every sensation.

He flips you so you are on top of him but doesn’t let you do the work.  He grasps your hips and slowly moves you up and down.  “You are so beautiful.”

One particular thrust has you seeing stars. “Oh Stevie,’ you moan, your head tossed back.

He rolls you back over so he can look into your eyes.  “I love you YN.  You are my whole world.” He reached down to pull your leg up and reached over to your clit.  “I want you to know how much I love you.”

“I do Steve I do,” you cried. You built up again closing your eyes.

“Open them princess. Please open them,” he begged. When they opened, he could see the desire for him, the love you had.  “Let go,” he whispered. With a long moan of his name, he watched as you cummed around his dick.  “That’s it, princess.  Squeeze me, use me. Oh fuck!” He released into you, riding it out until he could hear the squelching sounds slowed.

He kissed your forehead as he pulled out and went to grab a towel.  He cleaned you up as you were in your dazed state. He crawled back into bed with you and held you as you fell asleep. He kept his movements on your body soft as you slept.  A buzz from the nightstand made you stir but not wake.  Steve reached for his phone.  He smiled at the messages and decided it was time to wake you. He kissed you lightly on your lips. “Sweetheart?  Princess, it’s time to get up.”

“No.”

“C’mon princess. I wanna take you somewhere.”

“No.” You rolled onto your stomach and buried your head.

“Please?”

“No, its my day and I want to stay here.” Your muffled reply came with a quiet sob.

“Oh princess. I’m sorry.  I know I forgot.  Please let me make it up to you.”

You lifted your head. “Who reminded you?”

“My phone.  It died and when I charged it, I saw the reminder and…” he could see the tears forming, “I forgot. I shouldn’t forget but I did.” You rolled to your side, not wanting to look at him. “Baby, I’m so sorry.” He held you close as you cried. “You’re my princess and I want to treat you like one. Please, my love?” You turned to him, and he kisses your nose. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you mumble, burying your head into his chest.

“C’mon sweet girl, let’s get ready.”  He lifted you up and took you to the shower with him.  He washed you all over, taking his time but not letting you wash him. “I’m worshiping you today so out so I can wash up.” You pouted but went to your closet.  You pulled on your favorite red dress, the one that makes Steve drool.

Hair and makeup done, you walked out of the bathroom to see Steve’s mouth hang open.  “See something you like, soldier?”

“I, umm, Jesus, you are fucking beautiful,” he said, his eyes raking over you.  Now he just wanted to peel that dress off of you and keep you in bed.  But no, this was your birthday and he needed to make everything right. He placed his hands on your hips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”  You reach up for a kiss.

“Hmm, I want to keep kissing you but we have to go.”

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise princess.”

Steve guided you to the other side of the compound.  Everything was dark.  “Steve?”

“Hold on, let me find the switch.”  The lights came on.

SURPRISE!

The team was there, streamers hanging, champagne glasses raised in your honor.  You gasp, holding your hands to your face. You look at Steve who is smiling big.  He pulls you close. “I’m sorry I forgot and I’m sorry I forgot about the bag.”

“Stevie…”

“Hang on.”  Bucky brought him two glasses and gave you one.  He cleared his throat.  “Everyone, thank you for coming together on such short notice to celebrate this woman right here.  She is the most patient, forgiving, loving, extraordinary woman I have ever known.  And tonight, I just want to celebrate her.” He raised his glass.  “To YN. Happy birthday!”

“To YN! Happy birthday!” Everyone clinked their glass as you had to turn your head to wipe away the tears. Everyone comes up to give you their wishes and hugs.  Tony has a cake brought out for you to make a wish.  Some music is played, and Steve takes you in his arms and starts slow dancing with you.

You start to feel guilty about all the effort made. “Stevie, I…”

“Don’t princess.  You deserve this and more. I love you.  And I promise, I’ll be better at being a good husband.”

“I guess I can be better at talking to you. I’m sorry for swearing at you.”

Steve pulled you in closer and whispers, “It’s ok princess but if I hear ya swear again, I have no problem fucking that attitude right outta ya. Birthday or not.”

You look up at his eyes and see that they are blazing. You smirk.

“I’d like to see you fucking try.”

[goddessofmischief]

can you do an adrian chase x reporter!reader set before they were officially dating. they’re both assigned to a story together and the whole time adrian is flirting with her and she acts all annoyed but secretly really likes it cause she’s been crushing on him majorly. thanks!

A/N: Reporter!Reader requests are my favorite thing in the world right now. Read part 2 here, and read all my Vigilante fics here!

Partners - Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

...

“That’s fantastic!”

You burst out of your editor-in-chief’s office, walking up to Adrian’s desk and leaning on it as Adrian pretended to focus on his computer.

“Hey. Guess what I got.”

“What?” Adrian asked, adjusting his glasses.

"Read this."

You pulled a file out from behind your back, handing it to Adrian.

“...I don’t get it.”

“It’s your first big story. And the editor-in-chief assigned it to us both... so we can work on it together.”

Adrian scanned over the file, and you saw an expression of panic slowly come over his face.

"Oh, come on!"

"What?"

He gestured at the file, frantically.

“We’re doing a story on... Bruce Wayne. You’re kidding, right? You must be kidding.”

“Chase, this is an amazing story. I don’t understand what the problem is.”

“It’s my first article, and we’re getting on Bruce Wayne’s radar in a seriously bad way! Look at this... we’re supposed to be investigating fraud within his company? That’s, like - a crime!”

"Yeah, I know. That’s why we’re... investigating it. Who knows, maybe we could actually get Wayne Enterprises to go to court over some of this stuff. Maybe I could win a Pulitzer,” you whispered, a starry-eyed look falling over your eyes.

“Look... how do you even know you’re gonna get an interview with a guy?”

“Well, we don’t even need that,” you said. “The thing about investigating is... it’s a lot of paperwork. We go through the proper channels, we see what we can find. Things accessible to the public, that no one’s paid attention to - or maybe they’ve been paid not to.”

Adrian sighed, giving you a reluctant smile.

“You really wanna do this?”

...

You had to admit... Adrian was shaping up to be a pretty good partner.

The two of you had spent the evening in the Daily Cape’s office, going through online records and emailing Wayne Enterprise’s former accountants. When you’d finished with that, Adrian had even volunteered to run out and grab some take-out food.

You were trying really hard not to grin to yourself as you pored over document after document... but it wasn’t working very well.

You’d even begun to allow yourself to consider the possibility that maybe Adrian was... different.

Could he be? Maybe. Maybe he was the right type of guy, the kind of guy you were looking for, the kind of guy you needed. Even though you’d only known him for a few weeks, it was hard not to fall under his charm.

...There were, of course, a few issues.

You felt like he was holding something back from you. Whenever you asked him anything about his life, he dodged the question. He was so gentle, which you liked about him - but you couldn’t help but worry that he was hiding something behind his relaxed facade. No one could be that chill all the time, could they?

You hummed to yourself, wandering over to the little coffee nook at the corner of the room and preparing a small cup of tea. Maybe Adrian was...

Well, you didn’t get a chance to decide exactly what Adrian was, because suddenly, you heard a massive crash behind you.

You spun around, grabbing a knife for defense out of a nearby drawer and abandoning your tea, deciding instead to hide behind the nook and peer over the edge to see what was going on.

And you saw... a guy.

Not just any guy, Vigilante - the guy who had saved you, all those weeks earlier.

“Vi...Vigilante?” you stuttered, still holding the knife. He whirled around.

“Hi. Wow. Uh... we... we met before, right?”

“Yeah,” you said, trying to hide your embarrassment that he barely remembered, but slightly thrilled that he remembered you at all. Adrian. Adrian. You liked Adrian. Sweet, dependable, glasses-wearing, Dungeons and Dragons playing Adrian. You had absolutely no time for masked heroes. “I guess you... rescue a lot of girls, huh?”

“No, uh, not really. I mean, the ones that need rescuing, I guess. But I usually rescue... moms. And they don’t kiss me, either.”

You blushed, vividly recalling the kiss you’d spontaneously given him under the rain. It had been crazy, and insanely amazing, and completely unlike you.

...Easily the best kiss you’d ever had.

“Well, I just came by to drop this off,” continued Vigilante, gesturing to the papers on your table. You stared at them, dumbly.

“What... are they?”

“I just heard... from my top secret channels... that someone at the Daily Cape was working on a case against Bruce Wayne. I’m not a fan of his, so I figured I’d come by and drop off some information I got totally legally.”

“T-thanks,” you stammered. “Uh... what do you have against Bruce Wayne, by the way?”

“I mean, the guy’s the worst. He acts like he’s the hero, the guy who keeps saving Gotham - when really, we know it’s people like you and me. Out there, on the streets, killing... it.”

“Oh,” you said, picking up the papers and realizing you were dangerously close to Vigilante. “Thank you. Totally. This makes my job so much easier.”

“I’m glad I could help. I guess I should go, though... big city. Lots to do.”

“Yeah, I’ll...”

What the hell were you doing? You couldn’t really be reaching your fingers toward his- and he couldn’t really be entangling his through yours, could he?!

“I’ll let you go,” you said, without moving your hand. He didn’t budge, either.

And, suddenly - it all happened so fast - he was pulling up the bottom half of his mask, and your lips were on his, and your legs around his waist, and God, you hoped Adrian wouldn’t walk in-

But the moment ended as quickly as it had begun, as your better angels resumed control.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, hands against his chest, and he set you back on the ground. “...I can’t do this.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No, but... there’s this guy.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And he’s... he’s really amazing. I haven’t known him very long, but I want us to have a... have a chance. I think we do.”

“And we... don’t?”

Did he sound devastated... or were you only imagining it?

“Well, you’re - you’re you. You’re a superhero. And I’m just a reporter. And - you don’t think of me like that.”

“I don’t?”

“No. We’re messing around. You couldn’t really... the two of us... it wouldn’t work out.”

“Okay,” he said, finally untangling his hand from yours. “Okay. I’ll go.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from calling out to him-

“But we can still be friends, right?”

Vigilante turned back, and you forced yourself to pretend he was smiling.

“Sure. Friends.”

...

[hiphop-rap-and-basketball]

Ya lil’ Glasses | LaMelo Ball One Shot

Pairing: LaMelo Ball x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,588

Summary: You and LaMelo Ball both attend UCLA for undergrad. Of course he happens to be that hype kid the class that’s loud with his friends. You both get paired up to do a project together for the class. He’s kind of mean and pokes fun and although he gets on your last nerve, you may or may not find him just a little tiny bit cute. Maybe.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, mentions of sex, female and male anatomy, orgasm control, possibly cliche, M/F.

A/N: damn forgive me it’s been a while since I’ve written smut, butttt I’m on a roll with writing lately soo that’s not stopping me. Let me know what y’all think ;) enjoyyyyy and happy reading

•••

You cannot believe you were paired up with Melo Ball for the most important assignment of this course for the semester. Yeah, it’s UCLA but they really just let any good sports player in and you cared about your education. He did not. All he did was mess around and crack jokes

with his friends in the class. Imagine acting like that in college, couldn’t be you.

When it came down to finally finding a time to work on it together, you could not wait to get it over with.

The first time you met with him for the project was in the common hall. You both settle down in your chairs and you pull out your laptops. As soon as Melo pulled his stuff out, he hopped on his phone.

“Can we just come up with an idea and be done today?” You ask, not really in the mood to ask for his full attention.

He looked at you before clicking his phone off and licking his lips.

“Yeah sorry, sorry, I gotchu.”

You cannot help but roll your eyes. He sits there in silence for a moment and actually starts shooting out ideas. You start writing them down until you finally agree on one.

“I think that’s a pretty good start,” you say, proud you guys at least got something down.

“I think so too. What you doing after this?” He asks, running his hands over his curls.

“Track practice at 4, shower, hopefully dinner after,” you say as you close up your laptop.

“You run track? Running is gross,” he laughs.

“How you gonna say running is gross when all you do is run up and down the court?” You ask, a little too loudly, someone shushes you and you both crouch down and begin whispering.

“Basketball is more than that,” he shot back, “you wouldn’t know.”

“Oh here we go, you all say that,” you respond, flicking your wrist at him.

“You all?? What that mean?” He asks.

“As in all the basketball players,” you laugh.

“Yeah yeah, you let me know when track become a real sport,” he fires back.

“It is!” You slam your fist on the table and he smirks, as if he is happy to get you all riled up.

“Mhmmm,” he replies.

“Over this conversation,” you say, getting up and throwing your backpack over your shoulder.

“When you trying to meet next?” He asks calmly, standing up close in front of you. You were looking up at him now, him being more than a foot taller than you made you feel small.

“I’m free all afternoon Wednesday, my class ends at 12:45p.m.”

“You would know when your class ends, nerd.” He responded.

You cock a brow at his attempt at a roast.

“Shut up,” you responded.

“Wednesday at 2p.m. Your dorm. How’s that sound?” He smiles.

“That works,” you shrug. He smiled at you before walking away. You both go your separate ways.

Wednesday came around quickly. Your head hurts today, so you decided to put your glasses on instead of wearing contacts. Even though you knew that would not help you deal with Melo’s bs. He was extra unfocused today.

“How was your dayyy?” He asked as he walking into your dorm room. He looked huge walking through the door it was kind of funny actually.

“Fine, and yours?” You ask, feeling obligated to do so since he asked you first.

“It was alright, better now that we are here working on our project together bestie,” he jokes, plops himself down on your bed to make himself comfortable. You sat on your desk chair facing him.

You caught up with a couple ideas and worked on some your work, actually getting something done, for now.

You had to show each other your screens, so you awkwardly sat next to him on the bed. He sat up. The two of you now with your backs up against the wall and feet hanging off the bed. You sit in silence for a moment.

“I like ya lil glasses, can I try them on?” He asked, smiled and looking in your direction now.

“N-“ before you could answer, he already swiftly pulled them off your face and put them in his anyway. You roll you eyes.

“Do I look smart?” He asked with the cheesiest smile on his face.

“You look stupid,” you reply coldly, although you secretly kind of liked how they looked on him. They fit his face well.

“I think you’re mad they look better on me,” he replied with a scoff.

“You’re sooo annoying,” you reply. Surprisingly feeling yourself fight a smile. “Can you focus please?”

He does the opposite of focusing, eyes looking around your dorm room for a moment.

“Have you ever had sex with a guy? Are you even straight,” He asked, catching you off guard. You took full offense to his question. Not because of him questioning your sexual orientation, but rather him thinking that was his business.

“That’s a personal question,” you respond quickly.

“Seriously? You have this single dorm all to yourself. You don’t even use it to its full benefits. You know how many girls I’d be bringing over if I lived in a single,” he tossed his pencil up in the air and caught it as he spoke.

“I’m here for my sport and to learn, not everything in college is about seeing how many people you can have sex with, Melo.” You responded, typing away at your computer.

Melo slowly lifted your computer off your lap, placing it on the opposite side of him.

“Hey-“ you reach out your hand to it. The room suddenly feeling a lot smaller than it was now that his face was right next to yours and you had nothing to do to keep your hands busy.

“Have you ever even kissed a guy?” He asked, you loosen up at his tone, which oddly enough seems a bit more sincere now.

“Um, no, no actually I haven’t,” you responded quietly, looking down on your lap.

“I don’t believe that.” He responded. “Stop lyin.”

“It’s true,” you shrug, throwing your hands up in defeat.

“You’re so pretty,” he smiles, making your heart skip a beat or two, but you’re usual chatterbox brain was too nervous to agree.

“Beauty standards have nothing to do with the fact that I haven’t kissed anyone yet. I simply choose not to settle-“

He cuts you off by grabbing the back of your neck with his large hands and pulling you in for a kiss. It lasted for what felt like forever but it was only about 10 seconds. Although you were surprised, you did not want to fight it, and you even found you hands settling on top of his shoulders before he pulled away.

You stared at him for a moment, wondering what in his right mind made him want to do that.

“Anyway, I’m ready to focus now,” he smiled, got up and sat in desk chair you were sitting in first.

You sat there eyes wide, trying to process what just happened.

“Um.. yeah… yeah okay,” you say slowly.

You sat there and decided to not acknowledge what just happened as well. Trying to focus on your work, you could not help by to continue replaying that moment in your head. The kiss on repeat for a while. A couple days even. You saw him in class and he was so nonchalant about it. It started to bother you.

It took everything in you not to ask him about the kiss. Not wanting to seem desperate but at the same time what the fuck. That caught you off guard completely.

The next time you too worked together, you worked in his dorm. His roommate was in there with you guys, engaging in the occasional conversation with the two of you.

This time, you actually cared about how you looked, wearing a little make up and wearing a floral sundress that stopped midway on your thighs.

When you walked up to the door, Melo looked you up and down for a moment before letting you in. He had shorts on with no shirt. His athletic build made your cheeks turn hot and look at the ground quickly.

“Welcome in,” he gestured. You walk in and it looks just as you thought a guys dorm room would look like. A damn mess.

You watched him with his back turned as he stood by his closet of clothes, muscles taut as he pulled a new shirt over his head.

You shuffled to get your stuff of your backpack out before he caught you staring and got to work.

His roommate was cute, and you did not care that you were flirting it up with him right in front of Melo. He kissed you with no explanation. You were determined to figure out why.

“Alright, I’m heading to the gym,” his roomie stated and you smile.

“Have funn,” you reply. You watch him walk out the door, looking down at your lap to flatten your dress then look back up at Melo. His face very clearly annoyed and unamused.

“What?” You smirk, asking in an oh-so innocent tone.

“It’s nothing,” he shook his head in response.

“Oh yeah?” You ask. “You sound a little pressed.” You push, big smirk on your face as you spoke.

“I’m good,” he replied coldly.

You confidently put your hand on his shoulder and replied. “Okay,” in a sarcastic tone.

He was not fucking with that. He pulled your arm down from his shoulder and pulled you into a kiss, this being your second time feeling his lips on yours. This one was more intense. You remember thinking of his lips and how they felt from the last kiss. Feeling them again made your heart pound with excitement.

“Shut up and don’t make me admit to jealousy,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’m not giving you the satisfaction.”

His hands gripping the back of your hair and he spoke, eyes bouncing from your eyes and lips.

“Hmmm, I think you just did,” you nod your head and shrug your shoulder. He was not having your sarcastic tone. He pulled you closer to him, this time he was laying down and you were sitting top of his lap. He refused to break the kiss, hands from down your neck to your lower back.

In your mind, you were strategically making sure you were right on top of his dick. His lips felt so good to feel again. You were so lost in the heat of the moment now, as he began using his tongue in your mouth, you let out a small moan for the first time.

He let go of the kiss for a moment and smirked.

“I wanna hear your beautiful moans,” he admitted, voice deep and full of lust.

He flipped you over and now your body was underneath him on his bed. You lied down flat on your back. He hovered himself over you.

Kissing you a couple times more, before kissing his way down your neck and stopping at your breast.

“You knew what you were doing wearing this shit,” he stated sternly.

You roll your eyes, “shut up.”

“You gon stop giving me that smart mouth,” he replied, smirk on his face before making his way down further. Your heart beating even fast now. He lifted up your dress to find you only in a thong.

He quickly looked up you with a smirk on his face, shook his head and carried on. Yanking your panties off, his lip made their way to your clit like a magnet.

You moaned softly at the pleasure, in fear that someone might hear the two of you.

“What if he comes back?”

“I don’t give a fuck, he could watch,” his voice low and eyes hooded, way too focused at the task at hand to even look at you.

Licking and teasing at your folds, you feel yourself getting closer due to all the tension you had built up since you arrived to his dorm, your mind flashing the sight of him when you walked when he was just no shirt on. His dick print very clear through his shorts.

As you felt yourself getting close to the edge, he stopped, and looked up at you.

“Whyyy,” you groaned put your hands over your face in frustration.

“Because, you was talking all that shit,” he said with one finger in your folds as he rubbed it slowly.

“Please,” you said and his surprised eyes look into yours.

“Nope,” he smirked. Now you were not having it.

You reach down to his shorts and very clearly feel his hard member. You looked up at him with pleading eyes as you began to rub it slowly.

He leaned down and started kissing your neck. You and him both knew he did not want this to stop, and he was fighting with every ounce in his bones not to rip your dress off and fuck you right then and there.

But you knew how to get what you wanted.

“Then it’s my turn,” you smile, pushing him off you and getting down on your knees on the side of his twin sized bed.

Knowing you have never done this before, you were slightly worried you would not be that great at it. You moistened your mouth as you pulled his shorts down, you did not have anything to compare his size to, but you were guessing it was bigger than average.

You admired it for a moment before taking it into your mouth. You heard him suck in his teeth as you took a few licks.

“What’s the matter?” You ask innocently looking up at him through your lashes while you swirled your tongue around the tip.

He bit bottom lip threw his head back, you knew that no answer meant that shit was hitting.

“Keep doing that shit with your tongue,” he groaned quietly.

You keep going at it for a while, and stopped when you felt him starting to thrust into your mouth.

“That’s it,” he groaned as he pulled you on the bed, you watched as he began to slowly push himself inside of you, wincing at the pain, he went slow and you warmed up. He looked so good while he stroked you. You started to feel better and better. He watched you as you took all of him now and proudly.

“I told you to stop talking all that shit,” he groaned.

“I don’t regret it,” you smirk.

“You bout to,” he stated as he began to speed up the pace.

You moaned louder as he continued to thrust into you. You could not believe this moment was actually happening. Him giving into it fed into your pride.

You watching at he admired every ounce of body, gripping and tugging at your soft spots. He held your hips as he picked up the pace.

He pulled out and finished himself off on your stomach. You lay there feeling a mess, he gets a towel and you guys get yourselves together throwing the occasional smirk at each other.

“You look so pretty taking this dick,” he stated, grabbing your neck and kissing you slowly. You smiled into the kiss.

“I’ll do it again,” he confirmed, both hands holding your face as he kissed you hard, tonguing you down.

“Chillll,” you laugh. “Let’s get this damn assignment going already.”

[erimeows]

Orion’s Belt (NSFW)

Optimus Prime considered himself a good leader.

Maybe he wasn’t the smartest, wisest, strongest, or the most patient, but he tried his best, and that was what mattered. He led his team with effort, humility, and grace, so while he had his obvious stumbles here and there, ultimately, he was doing good work. His subordinates- friends, even- seemed to respect and admire him, trust him, and he never wanted to do anything to ruin that...

...But that was why the secret that he’d been keeping for so long was as terrible as it was.

He had fallen in love with his youngest teammate, Bumblebee, a fresh out of the academy student who had dreams to go into the Elite Guard one day that were (unsurprisingly) ruined by Sentinel Prime, which is why he was now stuck repairing space bridges- a lot like Optimus, actually. As different as they were personality wise, they had many things in common, and maybe that was why Optimus felt so close to the little bot.

No, that wasn’t it, he told himself; it was Bumblebee’s personality. The yellow mech was humorous, full of mischief and life, curiosity and pizazz, energy and sunshine- all the things that Optimus lacked, and all the things that he’d fallen in love with the moment they met. It was terrible of him and he knew it, to fall for someone so much younger and happier and innocent... And that’s why he didn’t act on his feelings.

Despite Bumblebee being well into adulthood, he hadn’t even presented yet either, which made things even more complicated. Optimus was an alpha and had known that since he was a newspark, and from what Bumblebee had explained, he came from a long line of alphas and would likely present as one, too. Courting someone of the same class was uncommon, and Optimus knew that as much as he loved Bee, he was often turned off by the smell of another alpha. Surely, it wouldn’t work out in the long run anyways- not that Bumblebee loved him back, not that it was morally correct, not that it could ever happen, but even if it could, it just wouldn’t work.

It wasn’t meant to be.

So, that’s why Optimus kept to himself about it. He didn’t deserve someone so beautiful and kind regardless, not after everything he’d done. He was jaded, bitter, and an emotional wreck; many things that he would never want to corrupt Bumblebee’s exuberant energy with.

“Hey, Bossbot?”

He was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of his subordinate, who was just a little too close to him for comfort. The two were standing in the large kitchen of their spaceship with Optimus heating up some energon for them to drink and Bumblebee watching him. He often wondered why the little bot insisted on being so close to him at all times when there was always plenty of room wherever they went, but he supposed he didn’t mind it, so he never said anything. As he watched their fuel boil in the pan on the stove in front of them, Bumblebee was so close that their servos brushed together whenever one of them moved. 

“Yes, Bumblebee?”

“I, uh... I don’t feel good,” The smaller bot mumbled, face noticeably redder than it usually was. Optimus immediately turned his helm to closely scrutinize his teammate, concerned- the only reason they were alone right now was because the rest of their space bridge repair team had caught a viral space bug and left to quarantine and recover back on Cybertron while Bumblebee and Optimus were forced to go back to work. They’d finished repairing the bridge they had been assigned that day and were now getting ready to have their evening fuel before recharge, but Bumblebee’s sudden claim had him worried. “I don’t know how to describe it, but it’s like I feel really hot, if that makes sense? Not like a fever, but like... A burning sensation, deep in my stomach chamber.”

“Like an ache?”

“Not quite... I dunno. It’s probably nothing, to be honest- I’ve just been on edge since everyone’s been getting sick, y’know? Every time I feel even an itch in my throat or cough a little bit I freak out. Really, though, you shouldn’t worry too much about me, Bossbot. I’m probably fine.”

“...If you say so,” Optimus shook his helm, unable to deny the feelings of dread and uncertainty that were building up in his gut. “Here, you should hurry up and drink. On the off chance that you’re coming down with something, you need to be fueled properly or it’ll be even worse. With how tiny your frame is, you really can’t afford to be skipping out on fueling sessions...” As he rambled on, he turned the heat off and poured them both a mug of the hot chocolate and banana flavored energon, careful to make sure that there was more in his subordinate’s mug than in his own. With that, the two mechs took their mugs and began to drink rather quietly until Optimus spoke again. “Can you tell me more about how you’re feeling? As in symptoms and whatnot?”

“Just the heat in my stomach, and I keep getting these flashes of hot and cold up and down my body that make me shiver... Headaches, too, and some soreness in my hip and thigh joints. Also kinda embarrassing, but everywhere around my interface panel just feels super weird- not like sore or aroused or anything like that, just weird.”

“I see,” Optimus muttered. None of the things Bumblebee described were akin to the symptoms of the space bug that was going around, so while the minor issues still worried him, he wasn’t super perturbed. He would just have to mention it to Ratchet next time they talked. “Let me know if anything changes, alright? And definitely let me know if you need anything- anything at all.”

“Can I ask something kinda personal?”

Optimus blinked, perplexed. It was rare that the other bot got serious or personal with him in any context, so naturally, it was confusing, but he wasn’t even sure what to say. He wanted to be as open and honest as he could with his teammates, but what exactly did Bumblebee mean by personal? Was it something that would cross the line of what was okay between a team captain and his subordinate? Or was it a simple question that he could answer without any trouble?

“Anything you’d like. Hit me with it.”

“Have you ever, um... Mated with someone?”

Optimus, who had just taken a small swig of his energon, promptly spat it all over himself in shock. Sky-blue optics blown wide, he stammered over his words at the same time that Bumblebee rushed to apologize and grab some cloths to wipe him off with. Whenever the little bot finished cleaning him up, all they could do was stand there awkwardly, faces bright red and servos shaking, optics staring down at the floor as if it was the most interesting thing in the room. Bumblebee downed the rest of his energon in one go and left the mug on the counter.

“I haven’t,” Optimus answered, voice cracking just a little bit. Despite the embarrassment, he somehow managed to continue. “I have experience, but I’ve never been in a committed enough relationship to mate with someone... Most of the people I’ve been with either ended up presenting as alphas like myself or just weren’t relationship material. Why do you ask?”

“I was never too worried about it when I was a kid or even in the academy, and I don’t know if it’s just coming up because I’m getting older and wanting to settle down a bit, but it’s been on my mind a lot the past couple days- a crazy amount, really, it’s like I can’t stop thinking about it, and not just the interfacing part either... More like the bond of it, the connection, settling down with someone and having sparklings. Have you ever felt like that?”

“I, uh... Well,” He stopped to think, knowing that the answer was yes. There were many nights that he stayed awake fantasizing about mating, bonding, and having sparklings with Bumblebee, but of course, Bee didn’t need to know that. Why was the other mech even asking such things anyways? Since when did he care? Why was he curious about Optimus’s personal life in such a way? Was he interested, or was he just trying to get some insight? Advice, maybe? “I suppose so, yes, but it only happens every once in a blue moon... Just when I think about the future. I’ve always wanted a family of my own.”

“Yeah, me too,” Bumblebee muttered and finished the last bit of his energon before abruptly slamming the mug down and shifting nervously. It seemed as if the awkwardness of the situation was finally sinking in for him. “... Anyways, thanks for the energon! I’m gonna go to my room for the night.”

“Alright, rest well, Bumblebee.”

Bumblebee only smiled, and then, he was leaving. 

Optimus sighed as he started to wash the dishes in the sink; just the two mugs and the pan that he heated their energon in, it went relatively quick. When he was done, he found himself still standing at the counter with anxiety bubbling in his processor. Even though he knew it was past midnight on Cybertron, he used his personal comm to dial Ratchet right then and there.

Ring, ring, ring-

“Prime, don’t you know how late it is on Cybertron right now?” The grouchy voice on the other end crackled through the phone, rough and scratchy. Ratchet coughed before continuing. “I’m sick and I’m trying to get some sleep so I can recover! This better be important!”

“Listen, I’m just a little worried about Bumblebee-”

“When are you not worried about that little cretin?” Ratchet demanded in a rather blunt manner, which made Optimus wonder if he wasn’t keeping his secret as well as he thought. He tried to ignore it.

“-and I wanted to ask you about some symptoms he expressed having just to see what you thought.”

“Go ahead.”

“He mentioned a burning sensation in his stomach, soreness in some of his joints, a quote on quote ‘weird’ feeling underneath his interface panel that isn’t pain or arousal, hot and cold flashes, and shivers.”

“Oh...” The medic stopped, clearly uncomfortable, almost as if he had realized something that he didn’t want to tell Optimus. “Oh my.”

“What? Is it something serious? Do you think he’s come down with what you guys got? Is he going to be okay? If you need me to, we can turn the ship around and come home right now for him to get diagnostic scans-”

“Stop panicking, you idiot, he’s probably just presenting! It’s not like it’s anything serious- at least not serious like a medical emergency would be.”

At that, Optimus froze.

“...What?”

“Yeah, didn’t you know that?” The way it was asked made Optimus feel like an idiot. His face flushed red as he continued to listen to Ratchet talk for a moment. “Those are all pretty common symptoms-”

“I didn’t have any of that when I went into my first rut!” He argued. 

“That’s because they’re omega symptoms. Has he brought up anything about mating or interfacing recently?”

Optimus blinked, thinking back on their earlier discussion. So that was why Bumblebee had brought that subject matter up so suddenly... Yikes. 

“Um... Yes.”

“Then I can’t guarantee it for sure without being there to run scans on him, but that’s probably what’s going on, Prime. Do you want me to comm him and tell him or...?”

“Uh, no, I’ll handle it,” His answer was admittedly rushed, but that was for a variety of what he felt like were valid reasons; Bumblebee was horrible at answering comms from his teammates, there was a good chance he was trying to sleep right now, Ratchet was already up when he should’ve been recharging and didn’t need to be kept up any later, and Bumblebee would surely be mad at Optimus if he found out that the Prime went behind his back and called Ratchet about his symptoms when he had explicitly told him to not worry and to leave it alone. So, he’d find a way to handle it on his own, even if the sweet smell of honey and lemon was starting to seep into the kitchen and take over his olfactory sensors, and even if this wasn’t his expertise. “Go back to sleep, Ratchet. Sorry to wake you, but I do appreciate the help. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

The comm was hung up right after that, leaving him alone in the kitchen, but only for a few seconds. Before he knew it, the scent of an omega in heat was wafting even further throughout the ship and he heard tiny, uncharacteristically meek footsteps trailing towards the kitchen.

“Hey, Bossbot?”

Optimus turned to look at the mech who had just walked into the kitchen, all red face and twitchy servos, hazy optics and shaky voice. 

“Yeah, Bumblebee?”

“I-” And, in a turn of events, Bumblebee began to sob- not a little cry or a whimper, but a full on sob, the spark-wrenching sound pouring from in between his kissable looking lips as he covered his mouth with his servos and cried heavy lubricant tears that streamed down his blushing cheeks. “I really don’t feel good...”

“Oh, Bee,” Optimus felt his spark break at the sight, and though he wanted nothing more than to give into the urges wracking his processor right now, he tried to remind himself of proper protocol for a situation like this; make sure Bumblebee was okay, get him barricaded in a sealed room with blankets and pillows that smelled like the nearest alpha, and supply him with fuel and heat blockers if there were any on board. But, seeing his subordinate so upset, confused, and desperate, he couldn’t handle the thought of just locking him away in a room. Instead, he pulled Bumblebee into him, one arm around Bumblebee’s waist so a servo could rest on his hip and the other servo on the back of his head to bury the little bot’s face into his neck so he could scent him and get that comfort Optimus knew he needed in that moment. “I know this isn’t the most comforting thing to hear right now but based on everything you’ve described and your scent, I’m pretty sure you’re presenting as an omega and going into your first heat.”

“B-But, I wasn’t supposed to be a... A-An omega-!”

“I know,” Optimus cut him off, a frown taking over his face as he gently massaged circles into Bumblebee’s hip with his thumb. 

He had heard Bumblebee brag time and time again about how he came from a line of strong alphas with only a couple of betas and no omegas whatsoever in his familial unit, and about how he was bound to present as an alpha any day now. Apparently, he’d been wrong, and Optimus had conflicted feelings about it. On one hand, it was nice that the mech he’d been wanting for so long wasn’t the same class as him so he actually had a chance someday, but on the other hand, Bumblebee seemed genuinely pained over it, and Optimus found that he’d rather Bumblebee have presented as an alpha or even a beta so he could be happy, but that wasn’t what had happened, and now they were going to have to deal with it one way or another. Even worse, it was just going to be the two of them for the next few days with how far their ship was from Cybertron or any neutral planets that weren’t ruled by the Decepticons, so they were just... Stuck like this with no heat or scent blockers whatsoever on the ship. 

What the hell was he supposed to do? All he could manage in that moment was to stand there like an idiot with Bumblebee in his arms, shushing the yellow mech even though he knew it wasn’t comforting at all and that he had no idea what his friend was going through, how he felt, or how to handle anything that was going on right now.

“Bossbot, I’m scared,” The words were honest, coming out in a trembling whisper as Bumblebee wrapped his arms back around Optimus and fearfully clutched at the red and blue bot’s strong back in an attempt to ground himself. The sobs had turned into sniffles and a few tears that Optimus could feel falling onto the crook between his neck and his shoulder from Bumblebee’s optics, but he could feel the panic from both of them permeating through the room. “I-I’ve never felt like this before, and I don’t know what to do, y’know? I don’t have an alpha or even a beta to mate with, and what am I going to tell my family? They’ll be so disappointed, and I just... I feel so hot...”

It was true that Bumblebee was scalding- his heated metal against Optimus’s was burning in a soothing way that he wanted more of, but he knew that for Bumblebee, it must’ve been uncomfortable.

“Look... You can’t control how you present, so if your family is disappointed, they’re obviously in the wrong for that and making a mistake; you’re amazing the way you are, omega or not, Bumblebee. I know this is hard and complicated to deal with, and I can’t possibly understand how you feel right now, but I want to be able to help, so...” Optimus inhaled deeply, intoxicated by Bumblebee’s scent- it was coming out in waves, a lot more intense now that he was in the Prime’s presence, almost as if calling out for him. His voice dropped an octave as he spoke again. “Tell me what you need from me and I’ll do it- anything you want, anything to make you feel better, because I know I don’t say it enough, but I do care about you and I hate seeing you upset like this.”

“You,” Bumblebee murmured and pulled away from his neck to look up at him, bright blue optics hazy and a couple of shades darker with lust as the yellow bot wiped the tears away from them and leaned into his chest. Optimus felt heat consume his entire body, his spike pressurizing underneath his interface panel and threatening to make said panel pop open, but he tried his best to remain calm and collected regardless. After all, what kind of leader would he be if he took advantage of Bumblebee while he was in such a vulnerable state? The smaller mech had never expressed any romantic interest before. Surely, he wasn’t in love with Optimus like Optimus was with him, and this sudden desire was fueled by the lust that his heat was making him feel... Right? That had to be it. But then again, Bumblebee was looking at him so sincerely, so lovingly that he almost broke under the stare. It took everything in him not to just take his subordinate right then and there. “I need you.”

“Wh... What?” 

“I need you,” Bumblebee reiterated. “Please, Bossbot, I need you so bad right now.”

“Look, Bumblebee, I know you’re in heat and that’s probably clouding your judgement but trust me on this- you don’t want me. You aren’t aware of it all, but I’ve been through a lot, and honestly? You’re too good for me... Too innocent. I’m afraid I’ll ruin you with how messed up I am,” Optimus placed his servos on Bumblebee’s shoulders and averted his gaze. Despite what he was saying, though, all he wanted was for Bumblebee to tell him that he was wrong, that he wanted him more than anything and that no other mech would do, even if he knew that it was both improper and morally questionable for them to act on such feelings. “There’s a million alphas and betas out there who would be ten times better for you. I’m the only one on the ship right now and it’s probably going to be really hard to get through this by ourselves, but we should really refrain from-”

“I do want you,” Bumblebee argued. “I... I know this is bad timing, but I’ve always wanted you, Bossbot. I don’t care how messed up you think you are, I’m in love with you, and if it takes this for me to finally tell you, so be it, but I want you to reject me because you don’t want me back, not because of some slag about me being too good for you when that isn’t even true!”

“Bee...”

“So? Do you want me or not?” Bumblebee demanded an answer, squeezing his thighs together. It was apparent that he was getting increasingly desperate by the second. 

“I do want you,” Optimus gulped. “More than anything.”

Many emotions were flooding through Optimus’s spark in that moment. Love, adoration, lust, desire, yearning... All of them mixed to make a mess of his composure, turning him into a twitchy, blushing mess that wanted nothing more than to reach out and finally make Bumblebee his after so many years of waiting for an opportunity like this. It was questionable, they would get fired for it if their superiors found out, and it was still true that Bumblebee was too good for him, but deep down he was a selfish mech and Primus be damned, he wanted to be happy like everyone else for once, and Bumblebee was his happiness incarnate; a ray of sunshine pouring through puffy grey clouds after a long rainstorm, a hot drink after a long and cold day, a gentle massage on sore shoulder plates, a long hug and the feeling of being held by a loved one just because.

“Then have me... Please.”

Whatever reservations Optimus had left broke at that, and he found himself wrapping his arms tighter around Bumblebee’s waist with one hand on the smaller bot’s upper back and the other on his hip. Electricity drumming through his circuits, he bent Bumblebee down and leaned in to steal a heated, messy kiss. Bumblebee’s servos were intertwined and resting on the back of his neck, and one of the little bot’s legs was quickly tossed around his waist. He deepened the kiss and used his grip to pick Bumblebee up so that he could wrap both legs around his waist and his arms around his neck, fully supported. 

“Mind if I take you to my room? It’ll smell like me,” Optimus broke the kiss and whispered the words in Bumblebee’s audial.

All he earned in return was a weak moan and a hurried nod. So, he did as he had promised and carried the other mech to the bedroom that he had on the ship, barely able to contain himself because of how Bumblebee was scenting him whilst pressing kisses into his neck and occasionally nipping at his scent glands. 

When he got to the room, he pushed the door open and walked in with Bumblebee still in his arms before gently setting him on the edge of the bed and taking him in; narrow chest heaving up and down from heavy breaths and pants, face and chest flushed a beautifully bright red, bright blue optics glazed over with lust, and a thin sheen of condensation covering his frame, Bumblebee in heat proved to be a beautiful and alluring sight and smell. Honey and lemon continued to pour off of him in waves, even more so when his interface panel popped open on its own to reveal his pressurized spike. With how he was sitting, Optimus couldn’t see the other bot’s valve, but he could only imagine that it was dripping with arousal and ready for him, and the mere thought made him shudder before he knelt between Bumblebees legs and put his servos on Bee’s thighs to spread them even further apart.

“B-Bossbot,” Bumblebee breathed, shifting nervously but unable to move his lower body from Optimus’s hold. 

“Drop the ‘Bossbot’ for a bit, won’t you? My name is Optimus Prime, and I want to hear you say it a lot tonight if we’re going to be intimate like this,” He explained and used his grip on Bumblebee’s thighs to tilt his hips upwards so he could see his valve, only to see that it was covered in a thin, translucent seal- completely untouched. Optimus’s optics widened in surprise and flickered up to glance at Bumblebee, who appeared nervous for reasons that were now obvious to the red and blue bot- he hadn’t touched his own valve or had anything done to it and was probably inexperienced if not a virgin entirely. “...You’re still sealed?”

“U-Um... Yeah,” Bumblebee raised his servos to cover his blushing face and avoided Optimus’s intense gaze. “I haven’t really... Done anything with anyone. I don’t have experience, sorry-”

“Don’t apologize. I don’t mind at all, and I’m glad I’m your first,” He gave a soft, reassuring smile and tenderly massaged the inside of Bumblebee’s thighs. He received a heated sigh and a twitch in return. “I’ll be sure to be really gentle, okay? Tell me if I hurt you or if you need anything.”

“Okay.”

Bumblebee inhaled sharply as Optimus’s optics scanned over his face to make sure that he was alright before continuing. When he did, he remained kneeling between the other bot’s legs, one hand on one of Bumblebee’s thighs and the other moving to touch his valve. He was slow and cautious at first, simply running a digit up and down the length of his lover’s velvety folds to tease at the area. At the same time, he used his spare servo to grab Bumblebee’s spike by the base- fully pressurized, leaking with a bead of prefluid, and black and yellow like the rest of his frame. He pumped it lightly and looked up at the other mech’s face to gauge his reaction.

“How does that feel?”

“Mm... Feels good, kinda weird though... Different,” Bumblebee’s shy mumbling was accompanied by him lightly bucking his hips. “Can I have more?”

“Ask nicely and you can,” Optimus teased, and though he expected Bumblebee to get flustered and refuse to give in to what he wanted, he was pleasantly surprised at the yellow bot’s next words. 

“More... Please, Prime.”

He gave a nod of approval and leaned up to give Bumblebee a quick peck before getting back to work. 

“There you go...”

With that, he was delving in full force, face buried in Bumblebee’s valve and tongue lapping at his folds- sure but careful, careful not to forcefully break the seal that kept him from exploring the small hole with his digits and tongue, translucent and thin but a bitch to break without pain- something he knew from experience, but then again, it would probably be easier for an omega. As he ate his subordinate out, his servo around Bumblebee’s spike continued to pump up and down, slow and steady so he could start a good rhythm to get Bumblebee’s first climax of the night in the process of building up.

When he glanced up again, it was easy to see how Bumblebee was falling apart right in front of him; twitching servos grabbing at Optimus’s charcoal bedsheets for purchase, hips helplessly bucking into his face and hand, face a shade of red Optimus had never seen it before, optics glazed over with lust, and expression tight from the pressure that was starting to compound. Not only was it easy to see it, but it was easy to smell it in the air as well, the now-familiar scent of honey and lemon was permeating the room and even the entire ship at an ungodly rate, mixed with something carnal and sexual and hot that consumed Optimus’s entire being. He could tell that Bumblebee’s heat was sending him into rut, too, his own scent of fresh rain and sandalwood beginning to slowly seep out of his scent glands.

“B-Bossbot,” Bumblebee moaned without restraint and tilted his helm back as he swallowed deeply. 

It was true that he’d instructed the omega to call him by his name instead of the familiar Bossbot, but if he was being honest, that title had always triggered a certain instinct in him that he refrained from talking about because of how inappropriate it was. But then again, his helm was currently being crushed by his subordinate’s thin yet strong thighs right now and his mouth was full of said subordinate’s sweet juices, so no matter how long he’d shown restraint and resisted the urge to do something, he had gone and done it, already having breached the line of inappropriate. He supposed it didn’t matter anymore anyways, so he may as well go all the way with it, right?

“Louder,” He huffed into the smaller bot’s anterior node before prodding at it with his warm glossa. 

“Bossbot!”

Bumblebee was louder just as he’d been told to be, letting whatever inhibitions he’d had left go as he panted, sighed, moaned, and cried out with his servos having found Optimus’s audial fins to grab and pull. They’d always been a sensitive zone, and as Bumblebee continued to yank at them haphazardly, his interface panel popped open. His spike bobbed up, fully pressurized, brushing against the bedsheets, but he used what willpower he had left to keep from touching himself so he could instead focus on the omega in front of him; desperate, debauched, and in need of release. 

To his surprise, he heard a satisfying, wet snap and looked down to see that Bumblebee’s seal had broken to fully reveal his valve; tight, soaked, and clenching and unclenching around nothing, clearly ready to be filled. He peered up at his subordinate again, not stopping his motions with his servo nor his mouth, and the second they made eye-contact with sky-blue burning into a much brighter blue, Bumblebee was finishing. It was intense with Bumblebee’s thighs practically crushing his helm, servos holding onto his finials for dear life, and valve dripping an insane amount of lubricant onto his face and into his mouth at the same time that Bee’s spike shot transfluid up and onto his abdomen. Slowly, Optimus eased Bumblebee through the orgasm before pulling away and leaning up to lick the transfluid off of his tummy, which earned him a shudder in return.

“Was that good, honey?” Optimus asked with a tilt of his helm. 

“Amazing,” Bumblebee breathed and moved back so he could lay on the bed, supporting his weight on his elbows. He was looking up at Optimus with a hazy, dazed look as the Prime crawled on top of him, and in that moment, he couldn’t help but notice just how small Bee looked compared to him and his bed- while Optimus easily took up half of it on his own, the omega in front of him looked absolutely tiny sprawled out on his charcoal-hued bedding. He was reminded of just how small his lover was, of just how gentle and careful he was going to have to be with him, even if the lust from the rut he’d been launched into was practically tearing him apart from the inside out. “M-More, please, Bossbot... Wanna feel your spike inside of me.”

The words were accompanied by Bumblebee’s optics landing on his spike, a hungry look on the yellow bot’s face. He bit his lower lip.

“Tell me more and I’ll give you what you want, yes?” He prompted at the same time that he wiped the other bot’s juices from his face. 

“Want you so bad,” Bumblebee squirmed and shut his optics, almost as if embarrassed to look at Optimus as he confessed his deepest fantasies. “I, uh... ‘ve always wanted you, Bossbot, I think about what it would feel like for you to frag me almost every night. Y’know, I’ve even had to leave when I’ve been around you to go take care of myself, but no matter how much I told myself that it was wrong or that alphas shouldn’t do that, I couldn’t help it... You’re just so hot, y’know that?”

“I’ve thought about you, too,” Optimus said, if not to get it out of the way then to make Bumblebee feel a little better about it since he appeared to be embarrassed. “I’ve thought about it a lot; what it would be like to frag you, how you’d moan, how you’d kiss me, the way your valve would feel around me, the face you’d make when you finish... I can’t get enough of you right now, don’t think I could ever get enough, my little Bee.”

My. Optimus flushed as he realized what he’d said.

“Yours...?” Bumblebee tilted his helm and allowed Optimus to spread his legs so that the Prime could position himself between them on his knees. 

“Mine,” He owned it the best he could and pushed Bumblebee to lay on his back, grabbing one of the omega’s servos in his and interlacing their digits. He looked at his lover with an expression that was long and hard and genuine, something he was usually too guarded to give but something he felt was necessary to convey just how in love he was. “Be mine, Bee. I know it’s complicated given our positions, but I promise I’ll give you anything you could ever want, treat you like you deserved to be treated, and I’ll love you for the rest of our lives. You won’t regret it.”

In return, he got a sloppy smile and a nod.

“I was already yours from the start, Bossbot...” It was those words that spurred him on enough for him to lean forward and use his spare servo to prod at Bumblebee’s valve, digits rooting around the supple folds and rubbing at the soft bud of pleasure that was there for a moment. That action earned him a sharp gasp, so while continuing it with his thumb and pointer, he used his middle and ring finger to gradually dip into his lover’s valve. It was tight, even tighter than he’d expected, but then again, his hands were comically large compared to most of Bumblebee’s body, as was the rest of him... He just hoped and prayed that with the prep work and the fact that Bumblebee was in heat, his spike would be able to fit. “A-Ah, frag...”

Whether it was the heat fully kicking in or pure lust and willpower, Optimus didn’t know, but Bumblebee was ignoring the obvious burn that came with such a stretch and opting to buck his hips into the touch.

“Easy now, sweetspark... As much as I love the enthusiasm, I don’t want you to go too hard and hurt yourself. We have all the time in the world, okay? Slow down and let me please you- you shouldn’t be doing any of the work, honey.” With his urging, Bumblebee whined before acquiescing and laying back flat, still holding one of Optimus’s hands. Optimus waited for a moment and then continued, tenderly pumping his fingers in and out of his lover’s valve. The entire time, he watched Bumblebee’s face, only for Bumblebee to start turning his helm and looking away in embarrassment. “Hey, now, don’t get all shy on me... You’re beautiful. I want you to look at me as I do this, I’ve been dreaming about making you mine for far too long for you to hide your pretty face from me during it.”

“O-Okay,” Bumblebee agreed, although begrudgingly. All Optimus could do was smile and crook his fingers, making Bumblebee cry out and lurch up to reach for his audial fins again. “Frag! Please, just frag me already, I can’t take this waiting anymore... Y’know I’m in heat, don’t ‘cha? I’m so turned on that it hurts, Bossbot, need you to frag me, make me yours, fill me up ‘till I can’t think anymore! It feels like I’m on fire right now, and you smell so good; please, please, please-”

“Alright, honey, if you so insist... I’ve got’cha, okay? Just give me a bit and I’ll make you feel really good, make you feel better, I promise.” Even though he’d planned to drag it out, to make Bumblebee finish another time with his servos and make him desperate and begging, he’d already seemed to accomplish the latter without too much work. That and his own arousal mixed with the way Bumblebee was literally tearing up because of his need for release was enough to make him relent and slowly drag his fingers out before positioning himself at the other bot’s entrance, the head of his spike dribbling just enough prefluid to act as even more lubricant for the both of them. “You’re sure, right? We can always stop-”

“Bossbot, if you don’t rail me this instant, I’m going to cry,” Bumblebee breathed exasperatedly and threw his head back onto the pillow, still holding his hand. Optimus wrapped his free arm around Bumblebee’s waist, under his back for leverage and to support the both of them as he pressed their bodies flush together and slowly sunk his spike into his lover’s valve. “A-Ah! Optimus!”

It was shocking to hear his real name cried out like that without him pushing for it, but he quickly realized that he wouldn’t mind hearing more of it- a lot more of it. Initially, it was a tight fit with his spike barely going in and being clenched around with a vice grip, but the mix of Bumblebee’s heat and all of the lubricant allowed for an easy adjustment. The tension seeped out of them both almost all at once as Optimus buried his face in Bumblebee’s neck to scent him, Bumblebee doing the same to him. It was an intimate act, one that was strictly shared between two lovers, and them doing what was so simple yet so meaningful made Optimus’s spark flutter. 

His knot began to swell up at the base of his spike, ready to be used for the first time in what must’ve been light years- hell, he hadn’t slept with anyone since he was in the Autobot Academy, and that was forever ago. Bumblebee got accustomed to his size rather quickly, so he started a slower pace with deep, thorough thrusts. 

Surprisingly, though, Bumblebee’s thighs were twitching and clenching around his waist in seconds, he was tugging at Optimus’s finials, and his eyes were screwing shut with tears of pleasure pouring from them as he threw his helm back and came with a heated cry.

“W-Wow, already?” Optimus chuckled, breathy and light, only to earn a glare in return. 

He slowed his thrusts to gradually ease Bumblebee out of the orgasm before continuing. He didn’t want to overstimulate him too terribly since this was his first time, but all he got in exchange for his consideration was pure, unadulterated sass.

“D-Did you forget the part where I’m in heat? I’m sensitive, Bossbot...!” Bumblebee whined and pouted, jutting out his bottom lip with a heavy blush. Optimus chuckled yet again and leaned down to give him a gentle kiss, only for a shaky warning to then be whispered against his lips as a pair of spindly legs wrapped around his waist. “Don’t tease me.”

“I’m not teasing you, honey, I just like it... It’s nice that I can get you so worked up so easily,” Optimus explained with a smile and continued fucking into Bumblebee’s drenched valve, velvety and fluttering around him, warm and inviting as it drew his spike back in and clenched down. While he started slow and steady at first, he quickly began to chase his finish yet again and picked up the pace, which had Bumblebee shaking underneath him. “My pretty little bee... Scrap, you’re so beautiful, Bee. Can I mark you?”

Marking was a big step. In any relationship between two partners, things usually went from courtship (which they had skipped) to mating to marking, the process of both parties leaving bitemarks to claim each other so others would know that they were taken, and then to bonding, which was the act of touching their sparks and merging them. Marking was the first sign of a committed relationship, and if Optimus was being honest, he wasn’t sure he deserved the honor of marking Bumblebee and being marked by him in return considering that he’d hid his feelings for so long, but he’d already leaped into this headfirst tonight, so why not make sure everyone knew that he was Bee’s, and that Bee was his? 

“Please, Optimus,” Bumblebee pleaded, apparently just as needy for it as his was. “Mark me, I need it, need everyone to know I’m finally yours...!”

He listened without hesitation, continuing his fast and rough pace as he leaned down to bite Bumblebee’s shoulder. His mouth was so much larger in comparison to Bumblebee’s that, on the much smaller bot’s body, the bitemark on his shoulder plate appeared giant and would surely be seen by anyone who interacted with him- just what he wanted, because fuck the hiding, fuck the secrets, fuck the ranks, he didn’t care anymore- he just wanted everyone to know that Bumblebee was his and his alone. In return, he earned a gentle and quick yet thorough bite on the side of his neck that dripped with a few beads of energon. 

“Say my name, Bee,” Optimus huffed with an especially hard, precise thrust and got exactly what he wanted as a result.

“O-Op... Optimus! Frag, Optimus, I’m gonna overload again...!”

“Louder for me, and say all of it this time... Tell me you’re mine.”

“Optimus! I’m yours,” Bumblebee obeyed immediately, so as a reward, Optimus continued what he was doing, keeping pace and reassuringly squeezing the hand of Bumblebee’s that was was still pinned to the mattress and holding his. “All yours, Optimus Prime! F-Frag, I’m so close, you’re making me feel so good, please-”

“I’m gonna fill you up, alright?” The words were stammered and barely came out properly in the midst of his lust, but he managed to get them out well enough for Bumblebee to understand and nod in response at the same time that he managed to pop his knot into the smaller bot’s entrance.

It was all too much now. The marking, Bumblebee’s enhanced scent flooding his olfactory sensors, the moans pouring into his audials, the little servos grasping at his finials, the way Bumblebee desperately bucked his hips up into him to meet his thrusts, the incoherent begging coming from the kiss-bruised lips underneath him that were parted and dripping with a sliver of drool, the feeling of that tight valve squeezing his spike- he was sure he would overload any moment now.

Optimus had fantasized about what this moment would be like countless times. He had thought of what he would say, all the dirty talk he’d spew, how good he would make Bumblebee finish around his spike, and so much more, but as he felt his climax washing over him, all he could do was gasp and speak low, shaky I love you’s into Bumblebee’s audial. He overloaded with an uncharacteristically soft cry, sending a large amount of transfluid from his engorged spike into Bumblebee’s valve, steadily pumping it into his gestation chamber. The yellow mech’s legs tightened around Optimus’s body on instinct to keep him trapped for long enough to fill him up, and much more intense than before, he overloaded around Optimus’s spike in a way that made his valve clench down hard enough to milk the Prime for everything he had. 

“I-I love you, too, by the way...” Bumblebee managed to whisper, even in his post-overload glow, legs falling from around Optimus’s waist and weakly flopping onto the mattress, twitching. “Bossbot... Optimus.”

With a shudder, Optimus repositioned them the best he could with his knot still swollen so they could lay on their sides and cuddle whilst facing each other, optics on Bumblebee the entire time. The little bot looked absolutely wrecked, just as he’d intended for him to look. Thankfully, Optimus was well-prepared (and had also spent an embarrassing amount of time in his berth self-servicing to Bumblebee) and had stocked up on a good amount of cleaning wipes before they’d gone on this job. He reached over to pull some from his nightstand drawer, delicate with his motions as he dragged a wipe over Bumblebee’s body to clean him of any sweat and repeated the process with another wipe over his spike and the outside of his valve to rid him of any extra transfluid or lubricant. He then did the same for himself and tossed all the wipes away in the bin next to his berth. Bumblebee quickly and silently wrapped his arms around Optimus and buried his face in the older bot’s chest. He happily reciprocated but didn’t pull the blankets over them- Bumblebee was still in heat and would continue to be for the next week, after all, so he didn’t want to risk making him overheat.

Optimus let out a small sigh as he settled and pulled Bumblebee further into his arms. His knot began to swell down slowly but surely, though the smaller bot had already fallen asleep, long optical lashes fluttering against his high-set cheeks and warm body curled up to Optimus’s. There would be another talk in the morning about everything they’d done and what it meant for them, how they would proceed with their relationship in the future, everything they were and weren’t going to tell the rest of their team when they got back, and plenty more. All the Prime could do in that moment was smile, something relaxed and loving and full of adoration... He didn’t have anything to worry about. They were in love, they were mates, and everything was going to be fine. 

He managed to tear his gaze away from his lover just long enough to look out the window of his bedroom- a large screen of incredibly secure Cybertronian glass that gave him a perfect view of the vast space that surrounded them on their journey. Just outside where their little repair ship continued to float, he could see a blanket of stars surrounding them. Three especially bright ones stood out to him, all in a perfect little belt, but he only stared at them for a few seconds before looking at Bumblebee again because no matter how many times he’d seen his lover, he proved to be a more captivating sight than anything else. 

Peace and tranquility flooded through his circuits as he realized that, perhaps, this little secret of his- of theirs, now- wasn’t so bad after all.

[mmvalentine]

hii!

first, i love everything you write! thanks for sharing with us🖤

second, i was wondering if you could write a feysand one shot where feyre is the super jealous one when they accept that they’re mates. please? thank you! cheers✨

Hey love, thank you so much! I'm so happy you're enjoying them. This is a super cute prompt and something totally different, so I'm very into it!! Hope you like it too (it's mostly smut I assumed that was the assignment) x

All Mine

I wake up next to Rhys and am fairly sure that I'm still dreaming.

His chest moves up and down as he breathes evenly; his face is turned toward me and with his eyes closed and the dawn sunlight catching in his eyelashes, I could cry at the very sight of him.

My mate.

It still doesn't feel real. The fact that I love him is a given, he's a demi-god in his own right and I am but a mere mortal. Well. I suppose that's not strictly true anymore but... I'm still a tattered and unloveable girl from the wrong side of the wall. The fact that he loves me, too, is something I can barely wrap my mind around.

I think my body is in disbelief too because the more it has him, the more it wants him. As if scared that the dream will break at any second. Even now, my fingers trail up the grooves of his chest, over the sharp planes of his cheek bones and down the bridge of his perfect nose. I don't want to wake him, but my hands pay me no heed. They crave him like I do. My fingertips are wandering back down his sternum when he catches my wrist.

I glance up, but Rhys's eyes are still closed. He takes in a deep breath, as I'm tugged across him. My knees land either side of his hips, his hands slide up the backs of my thighs and squeeze into my backside, and only then does he look at me.

"Good morning, Feyre darling," he says, and his husky just-woke-up voice is to die for.

"Morning," I whisper back. I'm falling into the violet of his eyes. One of his hands moves up to slide under my hair, large enough that his thumb strokes my cheek as his fingers cradle the back of my skull. His gaze follows when his thumb moves to brush over my lower lip. Lined up against my centre, he's early-morning hard and I feel it everywhere.

I like to sleep in a nightdress, and the one I'm wearing is short and satin. It's slightly too cool for the season, but I've taken to wearing it since sharing a bed with a male who always runs hot.

Rhys sleeps naked.

"We... uh, have an official visit today," I mumble. The pads of Rhys's fingers massage slowly at the back of my head.

"Let's skip it," Rhys murmurs, and lifts his hips against mine. The hand on my rear bunches up my nightgown, and I remember that at some point last night my underwear was thrown somewhere on the other side of the room. He's hot between my legs and it's delicious.

"We've put them off a few times already," I manage to say, but now his lips have found my collar bone and I'm liquefying.

"Gods you're wet," he mutters. "Where are we going again?"

"The Summer Cou-oh.." I'm cut off as rolls his hips down and then back up, so that he's found my naked entrance and is now an inch deep inside me.

"What's that, honey?"

But I've got nothing. Not when he pulls out and then pushes back in, shallow a second time but then all the way on his next exhale. He fills me up so perfectly that I'm sated and ravenous at the same time. My eyes slip closed and he sits up a little so that he can bring our foreheads to touch. He moves, slow and languid beneath me, and his nose slides down mine before he kisses me.

"I think they can wait." Rhys says it against my lips, right before his tongue is behind my teeth. And I'd argue but his hips are finding a rhythm now, and it's a very short time before there's nothing in my head at all.

**

We do make it to the Summer Court, despite what seems like Rhys's best efforts to postpone the visit again. I wear the pale turquoise dress that Tarquin once complimented, with gold bangles and my hair loose around my shoulders. Rhys, of course, wears black.

Summer Court meetings are invariably held outdoors. Tarquin leads us through the palace and out a set of glass doors. There are massive, square sandstone tiles across the floor, and columns with swooping arches leading up to the high ceiling. But there are no enclosing walls beyond the ones we just walked through, and the ocean breeze sifts through the gauze of my dress. It feels wonderful.

Today is more of a formal lunch than a meeting as such. We are having regular meet ups with the Summer Court, in an ongoing effort to repare relations after we stole from their High Lord. Tarquin grudgingly agrees that it was for the good of Prythian, but we've still left a bad taste in his mouth. We haven't seen them- or really much of anyone, I admit- since we were mated. I'd hoped that Amren might be something of an ambassador, since she and Varian had such frequent trips back and forth. But that's my mistake for suggesting Amren be charming to anyone.

I'm seated next to Rhys, and Tarquin and Cresseida sit opposite us. A handful of others are around the table, but I barely mark their faces. I'm just trying to pay attention to what Tarquin is saying while the breeze is ruffling Rhys's hair. It makes him look younger, softer, and I love the way even the wind wants to touch him. I struggle to pull my eyes back to the Summer lord.

"As you can see," Tarquin is saying, "it has been a bountiful season."

Indeed the white linen covered tables are groaning with food, from fragrant tropical fruits and brightly coloured cocktails, to oysters nestled in sparkling ice chunks and ginger-infused fish. It is not the first time I think that if I was ever unable to live in the Night Court, the Summer Court would be a very agreeable alternative.

"The lobster is my personal favourite," Cresseida says. "It's so fresh you can still taste the sea." She spears a forkful and offers it to Rhys. To my absolute horror, he lets her feed it straight into his mouth. "The flavour is unmatched, no?"

Rhys grins at her, and my gut twists. "Delicious," he says. Cresseida beams.

"Did I not tell you, you have been away from the Summer Court too long."

My eyes dart from the woman to my mate and back again. Rhys is still smiling at her, when a finger of darkness strokes on the shields of my mind.

Everything alright, love? he asks.

She's... flirting with you? Right in front of me?

Rhys brushes off my worries.

Cresseida flirts with everyone. It's just the way she is, she doesn't mean anything by it. A teasing tone enters his mental voice. Don't be jealous.

I'm not, I say, and even though the words never leave my lips, my jaw clenches.

I take a deep breath through my nose, and sit a little straighter. I don't think I've ever really been the jealous type, it's just... Rhys is my mate. I haven't even gotten used to that yet, and I'm certainly not ready for someone else to be sniffing around. Maybe when we've been mated for a decade or five...

Cresseida laughs at something Rhys has said, and white hot fire prickles down my spine. I fold my hands in my lap, suddenly not hungry.

Not hungry?

I'm always hungry. Suddenly I wonder if this is me talking, or the mating bond. I've certainly teased Rhys about the changes in his behaviour... Cresseida laughs again, and it doesn't matter. I'm Rhys's always and forever and even I don't find him that funny.

My teeth click together audibly, and I'm not even bothering to listen to Tarquin at this stage.

Sweetheart, calm down. Rhys warns. Say, "Why no Tarquin I didn't know that."

"Why no Tarquin, I didn't know that," I repeat, plastering on a smile and leaning into Rhys's side.

"It's true," Tarquin says, and then the words fade once again. I nod for the sake of Court relations, but in my peripheral vision I'm trying to see if Cresseida is making eyes at my mate. She's not, but an absolutely insane image of her foot sliding up Rhys's leg has me clutching at his thigh. Hard.

Okay, ow.

Sorry, I mutter.

Sorry usually means you let go?

Can't, I moan.

What do you mean 'can't'?

I mean I'm trying but it's not happening.

Why not, darling?

Cresseida reaches out at that moment, and puts her hand over the one Rhys has on the table. Just for a second. Just because she suddenly thought of something he might like. I see red.

Because you're mine, I snarl.

Rhys turns to look at me, the shock registering on his beautiful face. His eyes travel down, and back up, painfully slowly, and then I... scent him.

For the first time, my fae nose recognises the change in his pheremones, and I know for certain that suddenly, he wants me. The satisfaction slides thickly through my veins and it is all I can do to not jump him right then and there, to not mark him and brand him and make sure that no one so much as touches him ever again...

Rhys's eyes turn dark and burn, and I realise he's hearing every one of those thoughts like I'm shouting them down the bond.

And he loves it.

Yes, I fucking do.

We need to leave.

We need to leave immediately and we need to put our hands on each other. I don't know how to do it politely but now that I know the scent of my mate's arousal it's like a fog around my head and I'm hunching my shoulders because I'm pretty sure my nipples are peaking under the gossamer of my dress. It's like that day I woke up and Rhys had gone out flying with Cassian but the sheets smelled like him I just wanted to roll around in them all morning. But so much worse.

"Rhys," I whisper, and then don't know what to say. I'm staring down at my plate to avoid the heat of his gaze. I have this faint buzzing in my head and an ache between my thighs, and holy gods I think I might actually just fuck him at the table. Is this how Rhys has been feeling under the mating bond?

His voice slides over my mind like velvet.

All. The. Time.

I break out in goosebumps.

"Feyre darling, are you feeling alright?" I look up and he's wearing this sweet concern on his face. For a moment, I'm mortified that he's bringing my... predicament to attention. He lays the backs of his fingers against my cheeks and my forehead, and I'm so worked up that they do feel cool and soothing, actually.

"I... yes, I'm okay," I stammer, but Rhys shakes his head.

"You feel hot," he tells me.

"You do look very flushed my dear," Cresseida says, and I want to slap her but then I catch the twinkle in Rhys's eyes.

"I... I am feeling rather faint," I say, and Rhys nods.

"Tarquin, Cresseida, would you mind terribly if we cut lunch short? I'd like to take Feyre home."

Now it's Tarquin's turn to look worried.

"Shall I send for a healer?" he asks.

"No no, don't trouble yourself," Rhys says. "I'm sure it's nothing a little rest couldn't cure. Unless you are feeling very bad, my love?"

I shake my head. "No, thank you Tarquin. I'm so sorry, and thank you for this delightful luncheon. Please continue on without us."

"Not at all, Lady. I'm sorry you are feeling poorly."

We all stand up and make our bows, then Rhys's arm is around my waist and I'm being shepherded back through the glass doors. We cross the hallway and then turn a corner, and as soon as we're out of sight we winnow.

I've winnowed countless times now but still, I'm caught off balance. One moment my foot is poised to take a stair down toward the main entrance of the Summer Palace, and the next my back is hitting the wall of our bedroom. I'm vaguely aware of a servant, who's in the room and trying to change the sheets, blanching and leaving as quickly and quietly as possible. The air is pushed out of my lungs by the thud at my back, and before I've had time to breathe in again, Rhys is kissing me and he's better than air.

"If I had known you were going to be this jealous," Rhys says between kisses, "I would not have put off the Summer Court visit for so long."

His mouth moves down the side of my throat while his hands lift me up against the wall. I'm pinned there by the hard line of his thigh and I'm pushing his jacket off his shoulders.

"If I had known Cresseida was going to drool over you like that, I would never have gone," I mutter. Buttons, buttons. Why do Rhys's clothes have this many buttons?

"Cresseida's an old friend," Rhys argues. He helps me get his shirt off and my hands eat up the black and gold of his tattooed chest.

"Cresseida's a bitch," I snap, and my nails rake at his skin. Rhys gasps with the sudden pain of it, and when the welts come up I feel a savage satisfaction. It does not escape my notice that he gets harder when I do it.

"Posessive little thing," he mumbles, and his hips rock into mine. When he vanishes my dress I scowl.

"You couldn't have done that when I was struggling with your clothes?"

Rhys grins sharp and wicked. "I like it when you're clawing at me like a starving kitten."

I nip hard at his lip in response to that, but Rhys just gets a hold of the back of my neck and pulls me into him more, tongue lashing against mine while my fingers shake on his belt buckle. He's eating me alive and Cresseida and all her lobsters have nothing on me.

"Don't make fun of me," I breathe. He puts his face in the crook of my neck while his hands grip my hips. He pushes me down on his thigh, drags me back and forth until my eyes are rolling in my head.

"I'm not," he says quietly. His lips graze my pulse point as he speaks. "I want to be yours. I want to wear your marks all over. I want..."

Rhys trails off and his breathing grows laboured, as his touch moves down over my backside and find the absolute mess I am making of his trouser leg. I'm moving myself now, chasing the friction right where I need it and getting wound tighter by the second. Rhys's fingers hover over my pussy from behind and his other hand finds my bare breast. My nipple is hard against his palm and when he squeezes my moan makes him shudder.

"I love watching you get yourself off," Rhys murmurs. "Taking what you need, soaking my thigh..." The hand on my breast moves up to cup my jaw, and he hooks his thumb over my teeth. "I'm gonna fuck you when you come. I'm gonna wait until you're losing it and then ride your orgasm."

And honestly if that's his plan he's not going to have long to wait. I swirl my tongue over the pad of his thumb it makes him groan. Then his other hand is pulling his cock out. Watching him start to stroke himself brings me right to the edge, and all I can do is hold onto his shoulders and move my hips faster on his thigh.

"That's it honey, I'm so ready for you. Do it now, do it just for me."

I meet his eyes and the lust burning up his irises drives me insane.

"I'm yours," he tells me. "Only yours. Come for me, Feyre."

And even though I know he's mine I still needed to hear it. I crash into my climax and then I'm being lifted up and onto Rhys's cock. The feeling only intensifies and then my head hits the wall behind me as my back arches, and I'm completely out of my body as I'm wrung out and out and out. I'm so wet that Rhys does not need to start gently, he's all the way in immediately and he fucks me hard and relentlessly as I'm trying to get jagged breaths into my lungs. My screams have gotten higher and higher until no sound is coming out, I'm just moving my lips emptily while I'm being pounded against the wall. My hands scrabble against his shoulders, tearing new lines into him. I'm getting so high I think I could die. Rhys has one arm around my waist holding me up and the other hand against the wall next to my head, and, not to be outdone, has started biting purple bruises across my chest.

"Fucking hell Feyre," he groans.

I want to reply but I can barely breathe. I put my mouth back on his and he says the words against my teeth. "You're fucking gorgeous. You feel like perfection. Fuck honey I'm gonna come..."

"Tell me I'm yours too," I gasp.

"You're mine," he growls, low and rough. "You're all mine, just fucking mine, you're..." He chokes off and the feeling of him spilling inside me is the sweetest, sweetest thing.

I wrap my arms and legs around him and hold on tight while he shudders into me, and then suddenly I'm so bone-tired I can barely hold my head up as he kisses me. We stay like this while we catch our breath, leaning against the wall and messily trading the lick of tongues and the scrape of inscisors.

"Let's take a nap," Rhys whispers, and then lifts me into his arms and carriers me over to the bed.

"You are too, you know," I mumble, as he settles in beside me.

"I'm what, sweetheart?"

I curl up against his side and as my fingers drift across his chest, I feel the raised lines that my nails made.

"All mine," I say, and then I close my eyes.

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