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thoughtfulfiction · 3 months ago

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Stolen Glances

Author’s note: reposting my old work on this side blog! Let me know if you’d like to read a specific one. Thank you for reading!

Warning: alcohol and drinking mentioned

Five days. That wasn’t even a full week. It should be relatively simple. You and your friends were going to spend a few days at the Fern Ridge Reservoir in a luxury home that Justin had rented out for the group. Everyone had their own rooms, the house was massive and you’d get to relax off the grid and recharge your batteries. There was relatively nothing to complain about.

“So…are you going to tell Justin you’re into him yet or just keep torturing yourself?” Your friend Bree asks, snapping you out of your daydream, carrying her bags to the car. The two of you had flown into Oregon from LA and were driving to the lake with Charlie and Tate, two of Justin’s friends that had really become like family to you in the last few years.

“She’s more likely to admit her feelings when she’s dead.” Tate scoffs while grabbing your backpack and shoving it in the trunk. “I want to have faith in you kid but, I just don’t know if you’ve got it in you right now.”

Charlie walks out of his house and hands you your water bottle, “you can tell him when you’re ready. Don’t listen to them, they're just impatient. Like five year olds who keep asking their mom to buy them McDonald’s on the way home.”

You simply nodded, staring daggers at your friends after Charlie came in and defended you. He hopped in the driver’s seat while Bree and Tate sat in the back. Looking out the window, you let your mind roam, both excited and nervous for what this little trip had in store.

It really wasn’t your fault, falling for him was like waking up on the couch with the tv on and not even remembering that you fell asleep. One day he was a good friend, a friend who you met years ago when he was a rookie living in a frat house in Costa Mesa. Then, somewhere along the way you fell for his unwavering kindness and his sense of humor. Or maybe it was the way the corner of his mouth tilts up sometimes in a side grin. Or his ability to always look like he just rolled out of bed but somehow still looked extremely put together. Everything about Justin, especially the little things, made you want him more. You just couldn’t bring yourself to tell him that. Admitting your feelings would just complicate things. And what if he didn’t even feel the same way? The thought of listening to him let you down easy while trying to spare you the embarrassment really just made you want to crawl into a hole on the side of the road and never come out.

So yes, long story short, these so-called “feelings?” You had no choice but to take them to the grave.

“Can we just have a nice relaxing weekend and enjoy ourselves? We can leave the drama and whatever else for when we get back to California, please.”

They simply nodded and you caught Tate and Bree sharing a look but you didn’t want to even think about what that could mean for you, instead deciding to focus on the scenery for another 20 minutes before the house came into view. Charlie started honking as soon as he pulled into the driveway and Gabe came running out, pulling you in for a hug.

“Hey neighbor.” He mutters out, giving you a squeeze.

“We haven’t lived next to each other in four years, Gabe.”

“Best year of my life honestly. I don’t think I’ve had more junk food…ever.”

Bree comes up behind the two of you and gets a hug of her own. “That’s because you and Nabers here kept suggesting pizza and ice cream nights. When y/n told me some NFL guys moved in next door I thought we’d be seeing more vegetables and less Oreos but it really was the best time.”

The guys unloaded all the bags from the car while you and Bree caught up with Gabe’s girlfriend Jordan. She informed you that Justin had gone out to get groceries with one of her good friends that she brought with her.

“Katie just thinks Justin is the sweetest thing ever so I figured why not introduce them. I’m tired of watching her drool over his old Instagram pictures. Hoping to play Cupid this weekend.” She jokes and you force out a small laugh, feeling your stomach turn at what this girl could possibly look like.

An hour later Bree rushes into your room and closes the door behind her after everyone has finally met and introduced themselves. “I know you said no drama but—”

“Nope, I don’t wanna hear it,” you interrupt her while you unpack your bag. “We are in a freaking mansion, on the water. Let’s focus on that!”

“Or…” she sits on the bed, completely interrupting your flow. “We could just acknowledge the fact that she took the room right next to Justin’s after knowing him for approximately two seconds. And she looks like the second coming of Candice Swanepoel. I mean, it’s kind of unfair,” she huffs.

You shake your head with a laugh. “She’s gorgeous, it’s pretty unreal. And definitely unfair. But we are going to focus on other things like having fun, enjoying the weather and spending quality time with our friends. Maybe have a couple strawberry margaritas with sugar on the rim. And we will be nice to Katie, even if she does look like an OG Victoria secret model before SavagexFenty kicked them to the curb. We will be welcoming and nice.”

She looks up at the ceiling like she can’t hear you and then back at you to face your pointed look, warning her to be on her best behavior. “Fine. I will be nice to Candice Jr.”

“Thank you.” You roll your eyes and pat her on the back.

Justin suggested riding jet skis which sounded amazing until Katie said she’d just finished touching up her makeup. Bree was about to make a snide comment but you elbowed her in the side before she could get the words out. Gabe and Jordan were taking a nap and Charlie was on the phone with one of the parents of the high school team he was coaching so you, Bree, Tate and Justin headed out after changing into your swimsuits.

Everyone found a life jacket that fit them just right and you hopped onto the back of Justin’s jet ski.

“Please promise me you won’t drive this thing like a grandma. I’m here for a good time, not a long time.” You joke, grabbing onto his waist. His laugh vibrates against you and you bite back a smile. He takes off and the two of you bounce against the water leaving you holding on for dear life. After a few minutes, you get used to it and it honestly feels freeing, just you and him out on the open water, taking a tour of the homes that are a little ways away until he stops at a man made cave, far away from any prying eyes.

“What are you doing?” You ask, feeling your heartbeat in your ears. Even in the shade, the reflection of the water hitting his eyes made you feel insane. And you couldn’t stop looking at him if you tried, not that you were trying very hard in the first place.

“Have you ever driven a jet ski before?” You shake your head no and he motions for you to switch spots with him. He leans over you to show you where the on switch is and how to work the speed and the brake, curving his hands over yours on the handles.

The smile that is threatening to take over your face is too much, so you settle for a joke. “You, Justin Herbert, giving up…control? This is a moment in history.”

“Just drive,” his cheeks heat up, turning a light shade of pink, “and try to get us back to the house in one piece, please.” You may or may not have driven as fast as you could with a few extra turns just to feel his body against yours for a little bit longer.

Although the afternoon was a victory, the evening brought you right back to reality. Katie had practically been glued to his side ever since you came back to the house. She sat next to him at dinner and practically jumped into the loveseat after he sat down for movie night. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and walked into the kitchen to grab some kettle corn, taking your time in the kitchen before eventually making your way back to your seat. Luckily it was a movie you’d seen a dozen times so you weren’t missing anything. If anything, the movie in front of you was nothing compared to the horror film to your right, so Charlie cracked a joke to get you out of your head. Justin was so focused on watching his friend make you laugh that he didn’t even realize that Katie had fallen asleep on his shoulder, holding onto his arm like it was her personal body pillow. You caught a glimpse of the domestic scene that looked straight out of a romcom and it almost made you want to call it a night right then and there. But you sat through it and watched some random girl cozy up to the man you’d had serious feelings for…for the last year.

The next morning, you woke up later than usual. Truth was, you hadn’t gotten much sleep since you were thinking about Justin and Katie all night and you needed something else to focus on. You walked into the bathroom you were sharing with Bree to brush your teeth and get ready for the day.

When you swung the door open you froze, staring for a brief moment before covering your eyes. “Um—I’m so sorry I had no idea you were in here! Why, why are you in here? Doesn’t the master bedroom have a bathroom attached?”

Justin quickly covered up, grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his waist. “Bree liked the mirror in my bathroom so I let her use it. I thought the door was locked, how did you get in?”

“The lock is broken, Bree didn’t tell you that?”

He lets out a nervous laugh, “she may have neglected to mention that.” You were going to kill her.

“I’m gonna—I’m gonna go. So sorry again for the—you know what? I’m just gonna leave and we can act like this didn’t happen.” You close the door before he can utter a word and you head back to your room, silently praying that no one finds out about this.

He couldn’t take it anymore. You were avoiding him like the plague the entire day. Since the morning you’d hardly looked at him, even when he pulled you aside to assure you that your little encounter this morning, although awkward, was totally fine. He even sat through watching you and Charlie go tubing together and share a pizza at lunch, but his final straw was when he saw you taking a nap together in Charlie’s bed with the tv playing. The two of you had always been close but the quarterback couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something more was going on and he didn’t like it. This trip was supposed to be about him getting to spend some quality time with you before training camp and Charlie knew that. Nothing was going according to plan and Justin knew he had to do something about it.

He rushed to get ready for dinner and let out a sigh of relief when he found you in the kitchen. “I know it’s none of my business but, is there something going on with you and Charlie?”

You took a big breath, not exactly ready to have this conversation and yet here you were. “No,” you state blankly, “there’s nothing going on between Charlie and I.”

“Then what’s going on? You’ve barely said two words to me all day so there has to be a problem.” Justin knew he had no right to be jealous, especially of one of his best friends but something was just nagging at him to keep asking questions. It was like word vomit and he couldn’t stop.

“Why are we even talking about this right now? It’s really not a big deal Justin, seriously, just let it go please.”

He clearly wasn’t having your attempts to dodge him. “No! I'm not going to let it go until you tell me. I mean, if this is about this morning I thought we handled that.” You don’t miss the subtle clench in his jaw. His patience is quickly running out and you really don’t get why this has him so worked up. Possibly because you’re so focused on your own rollercoaster of emotions.

“It’s not about this morning!” You blurt out. He was backing you into a corner, literally.

His pleading eyes were begging you to talk to him. “Then what is it about?”

“You! It’s about you. How I feel about you is a problem. It is THE problem, okay?” You shake your head, mentally shutting down at the look on his face. There it was, that horrible look you wished you’d never see…pity. Honestly? It looked worse in real life than it ever had in your nightmares and the sigh he gave you afterwards was just the icing on the humiliation cake.

“Y/n, I—”

“Are you guys ready to head out for dinner?” Gabe pops his head in, catching an immediate whiff of the uncomfortable air in the room. “Uh sorry. Was I interrupting something?”

“No.” You fold your arms across your chest, creating a physical and emotional barrier between the two of you.

“Yes,” Justin says at the same time, furrowing his eyebrows and giving you a sideways glance, his gaze softening at your watery eyes.

“You didn’t interrupt anything,” you huff out with a sniff, after a quick swipe under your eye you step around the man who was whispering for you to wait. You ignored him and kept moving your way out of the house, sliding into the car without turning back. Charlie took one look at you and asked if everything was okay but you really weren’t sure how to answer. How you were really feeling would surely bring you to tears and you really didn’t feel like crying in a car full of people.

That evening, your phone lit up as you sat motionless in your bed, contemplating going home the next morning. Of course it was a text from Justin.

I know you’re awake, I can’t sleep either. Can we please talk?

You texted him back a simple “fine” and there were two tiny knocks on your door less than a minute later. He was probably standing outside your room door when he texted.

“We didn’t get to finish our conversation earlier.” His voice is even deeper due to the exhaustion. You didn’t even think that was possible.

“I said everything I needed to,” you say with a casual shrug.

“Well good because I need you to listen,” Justin closes the door behind him and takes in a breath. “You’re one of my best friends…”

“Oh god please. You don’t have to let me down gently. I’m a big girl I can—”

“I’m not done. And I’m not—I’m not letting you down gently. I’m not letting you down at all. You have been one of the most consistently good things in my life and somewhere along the way you became a lot more than consistency. You’ve become somewhat of a necessity, an essential part of my life that I don’t think I can or want to live without.” He sighs, running a hand over his face with a sigh and you just stand there, limbs shaking in anticipation, waiting for him to get to his main point.

Justin closes his eyes, visibly collecting himself and his thoughts. “What I’m trying to say is that you aren’t the only one with feelings here. And that your feelings? They aren’t a problem.”

“You—you mean that you share the…you like me too?” You laugh a little, in complete disbelief.

He steps toward you, nodding with a smile of his own. “I really like you.”

“Wait…but what about Cand—Katie? She’s gorgeous, fun and is super into you. Plus she looks borderline perfect in the morning from what I gathered. I’m pretty sure I drool in my sleep sometimes and I have eye boogers.”

That really sends him over the edge and he covers his mouth to stifle a laugh. “It’s a good thing I love eye boogers, they’re my favorite.”

You smack his chest at the playful joke and his energy pulls you in, pressing your bodies together like magnets. And right there you feel like a kid again, standing next to your crush with your heart racing. He leans down and his lips brush against yours and he asks if this is okay, causing you to nod because obviously you want this with him, and more. Your lips fit together seamlessly and he tilts your head up by lightly cupping your face, running his thumb across the length of your jaw while deepening the kiss. Your entire body is covered in goosebumps even though the kiss is so soft and gentle. He pulls away slightly, pecking your lips after he takes a second as to not rush into things too quickly, waiting too long to ruin the moment. Pure bliss coats all of his senses as he begins peppering your face with more feathery kisses, silently willing himself to always remember the softness of your skin and how amazing it feels to finally be this close.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” the grin he’s sporting is taking over his entire being and before you can respond he’s kissing you again. You happily oblige, smiling against his lips with a satisfied hum.

The next morning you were pretty sure you were still smiling. You woke up feeling super comfortable, turning around to catch a glimpse of him, thinking about pinching yourself to make sure this was real. He looks so peaceful, his clothed chest moving up and down rhythmically, a slight pout on his face. You can’t help but run your fingers through his hair, smiling to yourself once again when he begins to stir in his sleep. With his eyes still closed, he pulls you into his arms, lazily kissing you like he’s been doing this for years.

“Good morning,” he whispers, his eyes finally open, looking alert and bright.

“Good morning, I cannot believe you practically tackled me first thing in the morning. I probably have morning breath.”

“You don’t and even if you did, I wouldn’t care. And you don’t have eye boogers or drool on your face, you look really good first thing in the morning. The most incredible sight to wake up to.” You want to kiss him again but you decide it’s best to hold off, leaning over to check the time on his phone. “It’s 5am, you should probably head back to your room before everyone wakes up and this turns into a CIA interrogation.”

He chuckles, kissing your forehead before he gets up to stretch out his limbs. “We have all the time in the world to figure this out when we get back to LA, keeping this between us is probably our best bet for now. I do not want to hear all of Tate’s questions. And Gabe would be even worse, he’s been telling me to do this for years.”

You tilt your head towards him and whisper yell, “you’ve thought about this for years and didn’t say anything?”

“Yeah, you’re not the only one who was helplessly pining over someone and refused to say anything about their feelings out of fear of rejection. I was scared too. And now I’m not. Now, I’m going to head back to my bed and count down the minutes until I get to kiss you again.”

You shake your head, laying back down ready for your second round of sleep. “You’re a dork.”

“I am. And that is your favorite thing about me. Get some sleep, I’ll see you in a few hours.”

Waking up again around 8:30, you realize that skipping out on dinner last night has come back to haunt you. Gingerly walking down the stairs as to not wake anyone up, you tip toe into the kitchen quietly, only to find Katie already up and pouring a glass of orange juice.

“Good morning,” she sings, looking bright and cheery. Maybe in another life she was Giselle from Enchanted because she could definitely be some sort of Disney princess. “I’m so glad you’re awake because I need some advice. Do you think Justin would want pancakes or waffles? I wanna surprise him with this breakfast tray and I just want everything to look right you know? So what do you think?”

I think his tongue was practically down my throat last night and he’d probably want to have me for breakfast but I can’t say any of that. “Um let’s see. Definitely pancakes and skip out on the orange juice cause he’ll probably want some coffee.” As painful as it is to help her, you know this small sacrifice will pay off. You’ve basically already got the guy, there’s no use in rubbing it in the poor girl’s face when you won’t be seeing her anymore two days from now.

Katie nods excitedly, prepping her pancake batter and thanking you several times. You settle for a bagel with cream cheese and head back upstairs to get ready for the day. The afternoon isn’t very eventful, you realize that the guys had already left for a fishing expedition earlier in the morning so Katie’s breakfast was cold by the time Justin got back. He looked at you hesitantly, waiting for you to nod your head before he thanked her and tossed the food in the microwave. Jordan suggested the group go out to a bar/club that night since you and Bree had been mentioning these famous strawberry margaritas since the day you arrived.

The music was loud as soon as you walked in. Gabe ordered the first round of drinks and you snuck out of the booth to reapply some mascara while the other girls browsed the marg menu. A knock on the door startles you into dropping your makeup in the sink.

“Occupied!” You yell out.

“It’s me.” Smiling to yourself at the familiar voice, you lock the door behind you when Justin walks in.

“Hi.”

Your face is in his hands with the mascara long forgotten as he softly says “c’mere,” leaning down to capture your lips with your back still against the door. He tastes like the shot of Don Julio you all just took and a little bit of mint. Your hand is in his hair again, pulling it ever so slightly so you are still as close to him as humanly possible without standing on your toes. Justin knows you both have to be back soon before anyone notices but the thought of your body not being practically glued to his makes him really want to go home. The kiss today is sloppier than last night, there’s more urgency, more fire. Neither of you thought it could get better but your hands are all over each other, your arms struggling to wrap itself around his bicep and at some point he had a handful of your ass. Not that you were complaining.

The kiss leaves you breathless, letting out a soft laugh as you pat him on the chest. “We should stop. I don’t want to but, we have to unfortunately.”

His lips curl into a small frown, almost a pout and you are seconds away from kissing him again. “I know. You should go first and I’ll be right out. Definitely need to splash some cold water on my face or something, I need a minute.”

Nodding your head in understanding, you step out to give him some space, but not before he grabs your hand and kisses the inside of your wrist.

An hour later you’re two margs and two shots in. Katie has been hanging all over Justin as soon as he got back from the bathroom and it’s taking everything in you to prevent yourself from yelling at her to get her hands off of him. And bless his heart he really is trying to keep his distance, catching your eye with an apologetic look every time she finds her way next to him again but it’s really getting exhausting.

“We should go dance!” Bree exclaims, snapping you out of your jealous rage. You nod immediately, desperate to look at anything other than what is happening at your table.

🎶H-O-T-T-O-G-O

Snap and clap and touch your toes

Raise your hands, now body roll

Dance it out, you're hot to go

H-O-T-T-O-G-O

Snap and clap and touch your toes

Raise your hands, now body roll

H-O-T-T-O-G-O🎶

You found yourself singing your heart out with not only Bree but some guys that also knew every word to the song. Getting lost in the moment and also not being remotely close to being sober you danced, letting him grab your hand and spin you around as Chappell Roan continued to play.

“I’m Matt,” the stranger tells you when the song is finished.

You hold your hand out, “y/n. You’re not a bad duet partner Matt.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” he laughs, still holding onto you.

An awkward silences washes over the moment when you begin to sober up a bit and pull your hand back. “I need to grab some water, excuse me.”

“Hello! Earth to y/n! That guy was cute and totally into you. What the hell is your problem?” Bree lectures you as you sit at the bar.

He’s cute but he’s not Justin, you think to yourself. “I just needed a drink that was a lot of dancing and it’s hot out there.”

Your excuse is pointless because you feel a presence behind you. “Can I get three waters please?”

Bree looks at Matt, thanking him and grabbing her water bottle to give you some privacy. He settles in the bar stool next to you and slides the water in your direction. “Are you from here? Because I’d remember a face like that walking around.”

The sentiment would usually make you feel good but now you just wished a certain someone was giving you flirty compliments. “I’m only here for a few more days unfortunately. Then it’s back to real life.”

“Well maybe I could convince you to come back? Make this some sort of regular thing? Us seeing each other?”

Back at the table, Justin was staring daggers at the bar area. As soon as Bree sat down without you, Tate asked where you were.

“Attagirl.” The football player heard his friend say and he moved around in his seat to get release the building tension in his shoulders. Katie was next to him saying something but all he could focus on was how close this guy was sitting next to you. Did the chairs really need to be that close?

“Bro, Justin.“ Charlie snaps in his face.

“What?” His tone was a bit more aggressive and irate than he intended but he couldn’t help it.

“If you hold that bottle any tighter you’re gonna shatter the glass man.”

He hadn’t even noticed he was treating the Nectarine Premiere bottle like it was a stress ball. The man slid it away from him on the table, turning his gaze back to the bar. You were laughing at something the guy was saying and the way the guy was looking at you was eating him alive.

Katie placed her hand on his thigh and kept going with her story that she’d been telling. Justin couldn’t take it anymore.

He plucked her hand off of him and got up when he saw you and the guy heading outside. “Excuse me.” The group watched him take several long strides until he was out the door.

Matt looks up with his mouth open as soon as Justin comes into view. “Dude, you’re Justin Herbert! I’m a huge fan man I bought your jersey last year. Wear it every Sunday.”

“It’s uh—it’s nice to meet you…”

“Oh it’s Matt.”

“Matt,” he says slowly trying to get rid of the bitterness in his voice but it doesn’t go unnoticed by you. Matt is too busy being a fanboy to see that anything is wrong. They take a selfie and Justin sends him on his way, the fan now too excited to have remembered he was trying to get your number.

Justin blows out a breath, staring at you until he hears you laugh. “This isn’t funny,” he groans.

“On the contrary, it’s hilarious. I’ve had to deal with it for the last three days. You didn’t even last an hour before running over here and putting a stop to it.”

“I didn’t run,” he counters, “I walked—very quickly. Not my fault I have long legs.”

You take a sip of your water. “Sure. Now how are you going to get yourself out of this? We said we weren’t going to tell them until we talked about what this is.”

“We did say that but I know what this is. I want to be with you. I want to kiss you, hold your hand, dance with you. I want…I want us to be together. That was the whole point of this trip.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you urge him to explain. “I told Charlie I was ready. Planned this entire getaway to have one last trip before camp but I also didn’t want to leave again without telling you how I feel. What better place to tell someone you love them than at the lake?”

“You love me?”

He grabs your hand, feeling a sudden need for you to anchor him to the ground. “I love everything about you. I’m just sorry it took me this long to tell you the truth.”

“Better late than never. I love you too, a lot.”

He smiles again, a weight lifted off of him that he’d been carrying for quite some time. Justin is so happy that he doesn’t think he’s capable of words right now.

“Come here,” you tell him and he immediately closes any distance between you.

You give him a slow kiss, knowing you have all the time in the world to get to be with him.

Until a knock on the window startles you apart.

“I FREAKING KNEW IT!” Bree yells.

“Finally.” Charlie says shaking his head.

Justin rests his forehead against yours, too far gone to even care about PDA. He’d deal with the consequences later. “Do we have to go back in there and answer all their questions?”

“I think I’m gonna need one more kiss before we go,” you whisper.

Your brand new boyfriend nods in excitement, leaning in immediately. “Yes ma’am.”

#justin herbert #justin herbert imagine #justin herbert x reader #justin herbert fanfic

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qrrieterisunnq · 7 months ago

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jack and berrys first time and jack shiny so sweet and soft and making berry feel so beautiful

No More Virgin - Jack Hughes

Thank you for requesting my lovely! It's a bit longer so I hope it doesn't mind And I'm sorry for taking so long and sorry for it being shitty.💖🤣MINORS DNI - 18+ content

PART OF STRAWBERRY GIRL AU

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“I-I’m ready, Jack,” Amara says while she stands in front of her man, nervously fidgeting with her fingers, not daring to look at him. "I uhm, I think I'm ready."

Jack who's sitting on the couch, looks up at her, his eyes wide, but a smirk rests on his lips. He knows what his girl is talking about, but he doesn't expect her to come to him and tell him just like that.

“Why so suddenly?” Jack asks, reaching his hands out for hers to take them.

“I…uhm…I don’t know. Just feel like I’m ready.” She whispers looking at him with doe eyes. Gosh, she’s so fucking beautiful is what runs through his mind.

Jack stands up hovering slightly over her and looking down at her with a smirk. His right hand cups her cheek, tilting her head as he leans down pressing his lips on hers.

He knows he should probably ask her if she’s ready but knowing her and her personality, he doesn’t.

Amara’s arms sneak around his waist, moaning softly in the kiss. Jack chuckles quietly, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs.

“We’re not doing it now,” he whispers in the kiss. “Today, after our game, we won’t go to the club if we win instead we’ll go home and celebrate the win like this.”

“Okay,” she swallows hard, looking into his beautiful eyes. “But you have to shoot at least one goal.” She smirks and giggles when a surprised look washes over his features.

“Well, then I’ll shoot a hattrick.” He mumbles in the kiss with a wide grin. Amara just shakes her head at his cockiness and kisses him again.

Jack is breathing heavily as he and the other Devils make their way into a locker room with wide grins on their lips.

Laughter fills the locker room as the boys start to undress themselves from their gears. Coach walks in and grins at them clapping his hands to get their attention for at least a few minutes.

“You did amazing guys!” he shouts clapping his hands. “Johnny! Defence was amazing keep going like that! The offense wasn’t the best but compared to theirs it was great. And the last thing I want to say before Nico gets the word is,” he trails off looking around the locker room until his eyes land on Jack. “Jack! Congratulations on your first hat trick!” He shouts and the guys cheer and clap their hands with laughter and shouts of Jack’s name.

Nico grins when he stands in front of Jack with their hat trick hat. “You played a hell of a game bro!” Nico sets the hat on Jack’s head with a grin on his lips.

“Thanks, man!” Jack smiles hugging Nico and grinning when the photographer takes a photo of him with the ridiculous big hat.

“Yeah! Now listen to me! We have a few days off which doesn’t mean we won’t have any practice, except for tomorrow. That’s a free day for all of you, enjoy your time with family, celebrate, and do whatever shit you want to do, but the day after tomorrow is two-hour practice at 6 am sharp and then at 8 pm only for an hour.” This is the last thing the coach says before he and the staff leave the locker room leaving all of the guys in there. Jack doesn’t waste any time and he undresses himself and hops in a shower so he doesn’t smell so bad when he comes home to Berry.

With a smile on his lips, he bids goodbye to the guys and gets out of the arena. He waves to the fans on his way out of the garage and drives to his apartment complex. Grin doesn’t leave his lips as he says hi to the lobby man, walks into the elevator, pushes the button of his apartment, and clicks the code on the keyboard, making the elevator move to his apartment.

Amara is impatiently waiting for the door to open and jumping on her place lightly. The door swings open, and Ara throws herself on him peppering his face with kisses while he giggles at the welcome he receives.

“I’m so proud of you Jacky!” she kisses his lips, making him let out a soft moan.

“Thank you,” He whispers and pulls away just to put his bag on the ground and comes back to her pulling her to his chest with hands on her hips. His eyes roam her figure and he lets out a low groan at the sight of her bare legs and his shirt low on her shoulders. “Fuck you look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” She giggles, soothing her hands over his chest. She clasps his hand in hers and makes her way into their bedroom. Jack closes the doors behind them observing her movements.

He can see how nervous she is but she’s trying to be confident, which makes his heart flutter with pride. “Look at me, baby.” He sighs reaching for her hand and turning her around. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

“And you are the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.” She blushes lowering her head.

Jack chuckles and leans down to capture her lips with his. His hands go to her hips as he slowly backs her to their bed and slowly lays her down his lips still on hers in a hungry but slow kiss.

He swallows her moans when his hands travel down her torso, brushing the sides of her breasts. Her back is arched slightly at the feeling of his hands on her skin.

“Jack,” she moans throwing her head back with her eyes rolling back. “Fuck.” She cusses and Jack chuckles at her language.

“Am I making my innocent Berry cussing?” he whispers in her ear his lips playing with her ear lobe.

“Yeah.” She says her breaths are heavy and her eyes are fixed on his face. Jack leans down, connecting their lips in a heated kiss, and his hands land under her knees as he urges her to wrap them around his waist.

“You are gorgeous, baby.” A blush appears on Amara’s cheeks from the compliment.

“You too.” She giggles her hands playing with the hem of his shirt.

“You want me to put it off?” he asks, a cocky smirk playing on his lips. Amara bites her lower lip and nods her head. “Then do it.”

Amara looks up at him with wide eyes, but her hands automatically do what he says. Her hands slide under the shirt, caressing his skin before she pulls it over his head, smiling at the view of his bare and toned chest.

“Can I?” he asks, tugging at the shirt she’s wearing. Amara just nods her shy eyes watching his face carefully. Jack sits on his heels and helps her sit up so he can pull the shirt over her head.

Amara always thought she would be extremely nervous about someone seeing her naked, but with Jack, she feels loved and beautiful like she never felt before.

“Fuck, Berry, you are so fucking gorgeous.” He let out a groan at the sight of her full breasts. With his eyes locked on hers, he lowers his head down to capture her left nipple between his lips, gently nibbling at it.

Amara lets out a surprised gasp that is followed by a loud moan when she feels the pleasure running through her.

“You taste so good,” He mumbles into her skin as his lips move to the other nipple, playing with it for a while. After he has his time with her breasts he moves his kisses down her stomach until they reach her panties. “May I?”

Ainsley looks deeply into his eyes looking for some type of disgust in them but when she finds none she nods with a small smile her hands nervously playing with his hair.

“Are you sure? I can see how nervous you are.” Concern is in his eyes as he watches her from down there.

“I’m positive, plus I know you’re jerking off in the shower so.” She shrugs giggling at Jack’s surprised and little ashamed expression.

With a chuckle Jack pulls down her panties, observing her beautiful pussy. “Fuck you are so beautiful.” He whispers and his middle finger slides through her folds, which makes Amara moan.

“No,” Amara takes his head in her palms shaking her head when Jack leans down to kiss her pussy. “I’m not really ready for this.”

“Okay,” he smiles at her and turns his head to kiss her palm. “But I can use my fingers, right?”

“Yeah.” her voice is not even above a whisper as she speaks. She shivers when Jack's finger slides across her clit and down to her entrance.

“Relax, it won’t hurt.” With that Jack pushes his middle finger in her, holding a groan in his throat. He looks up at his girl, whose head is thrown back and her mouth is open in ‘o’ shape. His wrist starts moving from itself while his eyes keep glutted on her face.

When a loud moan escapes her lips Jack increases the speed and adds another finger earning yet another loud moan from her. “Does it feel good Berry?” he murmurs his voice hoarse as he watches his girl getting to the edge. Jack groans when she squeezes around him, her tight walls tightening even more around his fingers.

“Yeah.” She shudders out tightening her walls around him again.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight. Keep squeezing my fingers like that.” He groans leaning down to place his lips on her’s in a soft kiss.

"So fucking beautiful my love." he keeps whispering sweet things in her ear while she moans and squeezes around his thick fingers.

Her orgasm is slowly but intensely shooting through her body as she moans loudly her whole body shaking from the pleasure.

“Gosh, Jacky, what was that?” she looked at him with shock. Jack chuckles kissing her forehead before answering.

“That was your first orgasm my sweet berry,” he says before he pulls his fingers from her and brings them to his mouth groaning at the sweet taste. Amara looks at him with wide eyes catching his wrist. “What baby? I’m just tasting you.” Smirking he leans down, pressing his lips on hers, letting her taste her sweet juices.

She moans at the taste of herself, her hands running down Jack's back. With a smile, Jack pulls away standing up and stripping from his pants taking the boxers all the way down with them. Amara takes in his toned chest and muscles while he stands there with a smirk on his face. She blushes when her eyes land on his big cock.

“You like what you see?” Jack asks teasingly, taking his cock in his hand and stroking it a few times as Amara watches him.

“Yeah.” She squeaks, her hand clapping around her mouth as Jack giggles. Jack slowly climbs up to her so his face is on the same level as hers. He bends down a presses their lips together in a sweet kiss.

“I know you already said that but are you sure you want this?” he asks her again stroking her cheeks with his thumb. Amara looks at him with a soft smile, her hands cupping his cheeks. She pulls him down pressing her lips to his in a hungry kiss.

“Is this enough for an answer?” she asks him, a smirk on her lips.

“Yeah,” He smiles at her, and his hand trails down her side, until he reaches her knee. He wraps it around his waist, his eyes never leaving her. Amara groans when she feels his cock on her pussy. “I’ll go slowly okay?”

“Okay.” She swallows hard when she feels his cock rubbing against her entrance.

“Relax, baby,” He whispers as he slowly pushes himself into her. Amara shifts under his body and he stills for a second, watching her features. “It’s okay baby, just relax okay?”

Amara nods, breathing in and then out, relaxing her muscles, which allow Jack to slide more into her, stretching her walls. Amara lets out a soft moan at the pain and pleasure mixed together.

“Oh fuck. You feel so great.” Jack groans in Berry’s neck as soon as he’s fully inside her. He can feel her wall tightening around his cock and her fingers scratching his scalp. “Can I move?” he asks pushing himself up on his forearms so he can look her in the eyes.

“Please.” She moans and grinds her hips against his. Jack chuckles and presses his lips against her forehead as he starts moving slowly.

“Fuck.” He groans and squeezes her tight as his hips jerk a little too quickly, earning a loud gasp from Amara.

“Oh my gosh.” She moans kissing his shoulder and squeezing around his cock when he hits the spongy spot.

“Keep squeezing me, baby,” he says as he pounds into her increasing the speed of his thrusts. “Just like that beautiful.” He smashes his lips on her, his tongue making its way into her mouth, fighting with hers for power.

“Jack,” She moans as she feels her another orgasm approaching really fast. “I-I think I’m coming.”

Jack smirks leaning on his right hand, bringing his left one down to her clit rubbing it at a quick pace to bring her to her orgasm. As soon as she finishes, Jack pulls out of her, lying down next to her and pulling her in a hug.

“What about you?” she looks up at him with a confusion written all over her face.

“I’m fine, Berry. Today was about you not about me.” He smiles and kisses her forehead but doesn’t miss when Amara pulls the blanket around her body.

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wish-i-were-heather · 6 months ago

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LADIES FIRST ⤵ GRAYSON HAWTHORNE X LYRA KANE

ABOUT: 1306 words

STORY: grayson and lyra get a little distracted on their way to a formal event

WARNINGS: uhh i mean its grayson and lyra so i guess kinda suggestive but like its fine

requested by @maybxlle <33

A/N: they're such a hot couple im gonna cry

Grayson stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie for what felt like the hundredth time. It didn’t really need to be fixed, he’d done it right the first time, but he had nothing better to do as he waited. The hotel room they were sharing was small; despite Grayson obviously being a Hawthorne, they hadn’t gotten a fancy room. Just a simple one with a bed, a bathroom, and a closet.

That was mostly insistence from Lyra.

He forced his hands down to his side as his eyes focused behind him in the mirror. The bathroom door was closed, and had been closed for the past hour. “Lyra,” Grayson finally called. “How much longer are you going to take?”

“You can’t rush perfection,” her muffled voice responded through the door.

“You’re always perfect. I don’t see why you need to put in all this effort.”

“Flattery isn’t going to hurry me, Gray,” she sang.

Grayson sighed. He turned around and walked away from the mirror and towards the door. When he checked the time on his watch, it read 5:30 PM. “It starts at six.”

“I know,” Lyra said. “It’s a five minute drive. We’re fine.”

“I have to get there early,” he told her, growing more impatient. “Avery asked if I could give a few words before it starts.”

“What? Why you?”

He laughed, a sound that very few people got to hear. “You wound me.”

“Want me to kiss you better?”

“You can’t kiss me through a closed door.”

She didn’t respond.

“Lyra,” Grayson repeated, his tone growing serious. But there was a smile on his face despite himself. “I’m about five minutes away from going in there and carrying you out.”

“Five minutes?” She echoed. “I’m going to need at least six.”

“You’re impossible.”

“And you love it.”

He didn’t argue with that.

Instead, he stepped closer to the bathroom door and hesitated for only a second, his hand hovering over the handle of the door. But then he opened it, willing to deal with whatever complaints he got from Lyra.

But the moment he opened the door, Grayson froze.

Lyra was standing in front of the mirror, doing the last touches of her makeup. He didn’t really know what she was doing, what brush did what, any of that, but it didn’t matter. He could only stare at her in awe, enchantment, adoration, in love as she applied her lipstick, paying him no mind.

The dress she wore was a deep red that hugged her curves in all the right places. It had a small slit on the bottom that stopped just at the top of her leg, just before it revealed too much.

Her hair was styled perfectly, falling down past her shoulders with such grace that he wondered if she was real. The lipstick she’d just finished applying was a matching shade of red to the dress, and the rest of her makeup only made her even more stunning.

Grayson found himself unable to look away.

He could only stare. No words managed to escape him. No praises, no compliments. Just the way his eyes traveled her up and down, like taking her in for the very first time.

Lyra put the lid on her lipstick and turned to him, a grin making its way onto her face when he saw him.

“Did I manage to make the Grayson Davenport Hawthorne speechless?”

Grayson blinked a few times, struggling to find his voice. Speechless he certainly was.

“You always do, Lyra Catalina Kane.”

Her smile widened. “I am honored to have that power. Now since you forced your way in here, could you please help?” She asked, turning around so he could see the back of her dress, where the zipper was only halfway done. He nodded.

There was a moment where they stood in silence, intimately close to each other, his hand pulling the zipper.

“Zip it up, Grayson.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Once the dress was zipped up, Grayson let his fingers stay on the small of her back. They stilled there for a moment before his hand slid up to her neck. He leaned forward, pressing his chest against his back.

“You know,” he whispered in her ear. “This dress doesn’t leave much to the imagination.”

Lyra laughed, turning around to face him properly. “Is that a problem?”

“Depends on who’s looking.” His hand found her leg, slowly making its way up it.

“Don’t worry, Grayson,” she told him, leaning into his touch. “I’m not dressing up for anyone but you.”

He nodded dumbly as his hand wandered its way under the bottom of he dress. “Mhm.”

Lyra took in a sharp breath.

“If you keep this up-”

Grayson interrupted her by pressing a kiss to her neck.

He felt her shiver underneath his touch. The kiss was slow at first, letting his mouth linger for a moment, feeling her warmth and being able to smell her sweet perfume.

Lyra’s breath caught, her eyes fluttering shut as she leaned towards him. Her hands gripped the bottom of his suit jacket, careful not to undo the effort he’d put into his outfit. Still, she held onto him like he was the only thing keeping her steady.

Grayson’s hand paused just under the fabric of her dress, knowing they couldn’t take it too far.

Not yet.

He placed another kiss right under her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “If I keep this up then what, sweetheart?”

She swallowed hard. “Then we might be late.”

Grayson chuckled before he leaned back just a bit, locking his eyes with hers. “And would that be such a bad thing?”

“Depends on what you have in mind instead.”

Without breaking eye contact, Grayson tilted her chin up to further face him. He then closed his eyes and closed what little space was left between them as their lips connected.

Lyra responded eagerly, moving with equal intensity. The kiss deepened as they leaned impossibly closer to each other, as if trying to merge into one. Her hands made their way up to his shoulders, pulling him even more towards her. His hand found the back of her neck, slowly so as to not ruin her hair.

When they finally broke apart, after what felt like a million years, they were both breathless, their faces flush.

“We should probably get going,” Grayson said, his voice unintentionally deep. He cleared his throat. “Jameson will question us if we’re late.”

“As if he doesn’t always.”

Grayson watched as Lyra collected her things from the counter, hastily tossed it into her handbag, and pointed to her shoes on the floor. High heels that would take more time than they had to put on.

“It’s fine,” she said as she went to pick them up. “I'll put them on during the drive there. Let’s go. Can’t have you being late.”

But Grayson was there in a heartbeat, snatching the heels from the floor. Without a word, he slipped off his own shoes.

“Gray, I love that you’re trying to be gentlemanly, but it’s just a walk downstairs-”

“Wear my shoes or I’ll carry you.”

Lyra paused for a moment, as if considering her options. With a defeated sigh, she stepped into his clearly oversized shoes. “Better?” She asked. “Now that I look like a clown?”

Grayson shook his head, smiling.

“Not a clown. A queen.”

“I can’t with you,” she said, laughing despite herself. “Okay, let’s go.”

Grayson led her out the bathroom door. He checked that they had all their belongings, and then checked his watch. 5:46. He’d have no time to practice his speech before giving it, how wonderful.

He didn’t mind, though. It was worth it.

For Lyra.

He opened the door with one hand, holding her shoes in the other.

“Ladies first.”

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billyloomiswhore4 · 2 years ago

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Crazy for you | Chapter Four

Chapter four is here!!! send me requests for short drabbles and ill give you my take on it. i love when you guys ask me questions about my fics or send requests!!! anyways here it is.

Warnings: billy has a weird obsession with the way you smell, poor randy never gets the girl, smut next chapter!

He didn’t think he’d have to see you until third period, but when he steps into the hall after first period he sees you. You’re leaning against his locker, waiting for him.

He can’t stop thinking about the way you smelled. It was like vanilla body wash and honey, but with that underlying smell of girl. The one he smells on Sidney, but yours is different. It’s sweeter, more intoxicating. He can’t get enough of it, god how he wants to just walk up to you and pull you into a hug, just so he can smell you again. It makes his head spin.

But he doesn’t instead he walks to his locker, attempting to ignore you. But you don’t move, and you don’t say anything, so he just ends up standing there next to his locker waiting for you.

“Hey?” he sounds confused, that's the games he’s decided to play, pretend like he was completely wasted.

“Hey.” Your voice sounds nervous, but still has anger laced in it.

“You’re uh, standing in front of my locker.” He lets out a chuckle, and pretends not to know why you’re angry.

“Yeah, I know.” You deadpan, eyes piercing daggers on his own. He stands there awkwardly for a moment, with his hands in his pockets. You suddenly say, “What are you playing at Billy?”

He stares at you for a moment, “What?”

“The other night? What was that?” You’re outright angry now. He decides to put on a show for you. He sighs, and runs his hands through his hair.

“I’m sorry, I don’t exactly remember what happened. I was kind of hammered.” He pushes out an awkward chuckle.

“Oh,” Your face drops of all anger, and you seem embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I thought you- nevermind.” You push yourself off his locker and walk away. And he stares after you, a slight smirk on his lips. He praises himself in his mind for the act, and begins getting him stuff from his locker.

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The next time he sees you is actually third period. Usually you sit right next to him so you can pick his brain about whatever topic is the day's discussion. But today you sit on the other side of the classroom, next to Randy. It makes his heart ache, he loves your little talks. You always seem so interested in what he has to say. Sidney never listens, she just talks to him and expects him to hang on to every word, he hates it and he hates her.

He also hates Randy, especially when he’s looking at you like that. You seem deep in conversation with him, and when you laugh Billy clenches his fist.

How could you be so oblivious, he understands why you can’t tell he likes you, he hides it. But Randy? He’s basically making heart eyes at you, and you have no idea. Sometimes he wishes he could just take what he wants, he’s impatient. But then he remembers the plan, and with the newfound information he received from your diary he knows it’s fool proof.

He just needs to control himself, until tonight. They made a few changes to the plan last night, and it seems perfect. He just has to wait.

You never realized Randy was so funny, but if you're being perfectly honest it seems like he saved up all his jokes and decided to just spew them at you all in one class.

He says something stupid about the movie Halloween and you giggle, attempting to cover it up with your palm. He smiles, and flushes red when you put your hand on his arm to push him softly.

Your smile fades quickly, “You okay there? You're really red.”

“Yeah- yeah I'm good, just a little hot.” He sputters, and his voice cracks at the end. He laughs it off and you smile at him and continue your conversation.

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The school day passes quicker than normal, lunch was a bore and before you know it you’re sitting in your bed, watching some random horror movie. You had just finished writing in your diary, which was conveniently placed on your bed when you came home from school. At around eight pm you hear the phone start ringing downstairs.

You get up, slip on your fluffy slippers and make your way down the stairs. The phone is on its last ring by the time you answer it.

“Hey Sid.” You recognize the number. Billy stands in the woods right behind your house, waiting for the perfect moment. He and Stu fought for hours for who to be the one to do it, eventually Stu caved.

Sid said something over the phone, but Billy knew he’d be seeing her tonight too.

“No, I think I'm just gonna stay home tonight, but have fun with Tate.” You smile into the phone, and for a second Billy thinks he might faint.

You hang up, and set the phone down, turning and walking back to the stairs. The phone rings again, this time you huff, turning back to the phone. You answer, and say, “I told you, Sid. I don’t wanna hang out tonight.”

“Oooo, trouble in paradise?” the modulated voice teases.

A smile breaks out on your face. “Well hello, mr ghostface.” You tease back.

“Hey, princess.” He grins behind the mask.He said it less sultry than before, not wanting to scare you off again.

“What are you doing?” You ask, playing with your hair.

“Watching you..i’ve decided i’m gonna play with you tonight.”

“Oh yeah?” Your voice comes out light and breathless.

“Hide and seek. Go unlock the back door, and then go hide somewhere.” You unlock the door and hold the phone to your ear.

“How do I know you won’t cheat?”

“Oh princess, Y’know I don’t play fair.”

You laugh at that, hanging up and making your way upstairs. You wiggle underneath your bed.

You hear him making his way up the stairs, heavy footsteps booming through the house. He passes your bedroom door, and then stops. You slap a hand over your mouth to quiet your breathing.

The footsteps track back to your door, and your bedroom door opens, light flooding in from the hall. Billy ‘tsk’s to himself, wondering how stupid you could be to hide in your own bedroom. But maybe you want him to find you?

The footsteps trail into your room, but then slowly make their way out of the room. You let out a sigh of relief.

Suddenly something is wrapping around your ankles and yanking you out from underneath the bed. You find yourself turning onto your back in the struggle, and your giggles are immediately silenced. He’s holding a giant knife, and he immediately presses it to your throat.

“Found you.”

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abiiors · 1 year ago

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VEEEEEEE, i messaged you a few days ago that i was at work and thinking many thoughts of ross and i am once again at work and thinking many thoughts of our big beautiful man…

IN PARTICULAR idk why this is the scenario on my mind but ROSS HAVING A CRUSH ON YOU 🤭🤭🤭 and being sosoooooo smitten and soft for you…. (gnawing at my enclosure) like in this scenario i keep thinking about, it’s ross waiting for you to show up to like an intimate gathering of friends and you’ve met the boys and everyone before through charli cause that’s bestie (need her expeditiously) and you and ross really hit it off!! his head is full of nothing but thoughts of you!! so he’s clearly distracted until you get there then he’s all smiles and laughs and gentle touches (need to be institutionalized) but ALSO until you get there he’s all impatient and antsy asking charli if you let her know what time you’d be there but he asks it more than once so everyone starts teasing him for having a crush and then they tease him even more once you get there cause his whole demeanor changes i’m thinking many normal thoughts 😍😍😍

OH MY GODDDDDDD ANON YOU'RE IN MY HEAD BECAUSE THIS IS LITERALLY A SLEEP SCENARIO FOR ME!!!! i love the whole dynamic of having a crush so much, it's just SO. SOFT. 😭😭

yes, absolutely, you've been introduced to their friend group through charli because she is the fucking coolest and makes an offhanded comment like "hmmm you know what now that you're single, there's someone i wanna introduce you to" (that someone being ross obv) and you do absolutely hit it off but maybe you're both a bit shy at first to ask each other out immediately. like you like each other a lot and worry that the other might not feel the same but oh lordddd he is so down bad.

he's quite good at hiding it though, or maybe he thinks he's quite good at hiding it 🤭 like he won't go up to charli and directly ask her when you're coming. he'd instead just casually be like "oh, thought your friend was coming too, isn't she?" all cool and aloof as if he doesn't care, he's just 'curious' but charli instantly clocks it and smirks at him like "well, aren't you curious!!! she's running a bit late don't worry. she'll be here in 15, i just got a text from her."

and he spends the next 15 minutes trying not to hover near the door so he can be the one to open it once the doorbell rings. anyway, he isn't the one to open it--george is. and you go around saying hello to people and hugging both george and charli before you shyly wave at ross and fix your hair a bit (self conscious, it was kinda windy outside and ross finds it so adorable that your hair is all unruly and messy in a very effortlessly sexy way)

charli immediately hooks her arm with yours and pulls you towards ross and goes "so ross is really good at making cocktails and you were saying how you were gasping for a good martini!" and then she sorta pushes you both together towards her home bar and says "go ahead, use whatever you like"

while your back is turned she also throws a wink at ross who rolls his eyes and mouths a silent thank you (she really is a good wingwoman) and well turns out he is really good at making cocktails. you even comment on it and he's like "come on i'll teach you." so you hold the shaker in your hands a bit unsure until you feel him right behind you and so close that you can almost feel the heat radiating off him. his cologne is mouth-wateringly good and you fucking want to turn around and pull him into a kiss.

he is no better tho--his heart is fucking hammering in his chest because he really does fancy you so much and you're so fucking close to him. so he does the second best thing which is wrapping his hand over yours under the guise of teaching you how to make a martini.

your hand is so small and soft in his and it's like the first time he's ever properly touched you so he feels like he's fucking sixteen again. no one is paying attention to the martini, you're both just busy blushing and being idiots in general. <3

#✉️#i said no blurbs but this one was so fucking adorable i couldn't resist 😭#i love crushes #ross macdonald #♡: ross blurbs

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s0urw00lf · 2 years ago

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Protectors: The Tell

Y/n was sitting around doing nothing while she waited for Derek to return home from the “trip” he took with Scott. She was reading a book, when he heard Derek’s car engine driving onto the property. She heard him get out of the car but there was someone with him she knew that from the second door closing, and another pair of footsteps. “You know I have a life too.” She heard Scott say to Derek. She rolled her eyes already tired of the bickering pair. “No you don’t.” Derek said sighing turning around from his place on the stairs. Y/n got up to meet the bickering pair at the staircase, not saying anything. “Yes I do! I cont care what your saying about him making me his pet or wha-“ at this y/n interrupted “part of his pack” she said correcting him. Scott and Derek both looked over to her acknowledging what she said, Scott rolled his eyes and sighed. “Whatever. I have homework to do. I have to go to a parent teacher conference tomorrow because I’m failing chemistry” he said. Y/n felt for the teenage boy, she knew what it was like to have to balance her life and the supernatural protector rank that fell on her shoulders. Derek impatiently switched feet putting his weight on his right foot “do you want to do homework? Or do you want to not die” he’s sassed making y/n roll her eyes and sigh, making sure to make a mental note to talk to Derek about the way he was with these teenagers. “Look Scott you have less than a week until the full moon, if you don’t kill with him, he kills you.” Y/n said folding her arms.

Scott, now fed up with all of these rules shook his head “okay, seriously, who made up these rules?”. “It’s a rite if passage into his pack” Derek explained. “You know what else is a rite of passage? Graduating high school! And you don’t have to kill anyone to do it!” He said, he wasn’t wrong. “So if I help you, you guys can stop him?” He asked. Y/n shook he head “not by ourselves, we’re stronger in numbers. A pack make the individual more powerful, and I can only do so much at the given time” she said going to stand in between the two and facing Scott. “How am I supposed to help you if I have no idea what I’m doing?” He asked defeated. “Because we’re gonna teach you.” Derek said. “You remember what happened that first night you were shot in the arm? Right after you were hit?” Derek asked stepping down beside me. “Yeah I changed back” scot said nodding. “And then you were hit by his car, same thing, right? What’s the common denominator?” Derek asked grabbing and bending his wrist. Y/n wanted to stop him but Scott needed this. “What the hell are you doing?” Scott asked groaning in pain. “You’ll heal” y/n said looking down at scott who was now on his knees in pain. “It still hurt” he said looking up at the couple. “And that’s what keeps you human, pain” Derek said, watching as Scott healed. “Maybe you will survive” he said impressed, before walking up the stairs. Y/n sighed helping Scott up.

“Is he always that straight forward?” He asked. Y/n smiled “not always, he’s been through a lot. I find it amazing that he’s still able to care about the world when it’s been nothing but awful to him.” She replied with a quiet laugh. “Go home, get sleep, you’ve got school tomorrow.” She said hugging him and sending him off. Y/n closed her eyes and sighed. She wanted to help everyone the best she could, but the problems never stopped. She made her way up the stairs to find where Derek went, she found him in the bathroom brushing his teeth for bed. She stood admiring the handsome man in front of her. Derek looked over at her through the mirror, “like the view?” He asked smirking “oh I love the view” she said somewhat sarcastic. Derek smiled and they both stood in silence, Derek continuing on his nightly routine. “Do you aver wish we weren’t supernatural?” She asked. Derek stood straight and spurned around to talk to her face to face instead of through the mirror. “I used to, I like to think I’m saving lives. Protecting the little ones who don’t know they’re involved.” He said. Y/n loved that about Derek, he always cared. No matter how much pain and grief he suffered, he always cared. She smiled and started on her night routine.

—— the next day——

Y/n had decided to take the day off from school, opting to hang around Derek just for her to end up at school. “You know if I wanted be here I would have just came to school today” she muttered following Derek through the hallways of the school. “ you didn’t have to come” he sassed, and just by his tone she knew he was smiling. “Derek, I skipped school to spend the day with you” she said groaned. Derek stopped and turned around “how about this, after this, I’ll spend the rest of today with you. No interruptions, promise.” He said smiling. Y/n smiled looking up at the taller man “okay deal” she said. Derek leaned down and gave y/n a quick kiss before grabbing her hand and pulling her along.

The pair made it to the boys locker room for lacrosse players. Y/n sighed and roller her eyes as a guy walked out, leaving only one beating heart in the room, Jackson. He turned around and gasped when he saw us. “I- I don’t know where Scott is” he stuttered. “Oh we’re not here for Scott. We’re here for you” y/n said in a sickeningly sweet voice. She hated being mean but Jackson.. was an exception. “Wh-why me? I- I didn’t do anything” he stuttered backing up into the lockers behind him. Y/n and Derek walked forward getting closer to the cowering boy. Derek smiled “no, but you saw something didn’t you” he asked. “No, I didn’t- I didn’t see anything” he denied, still stuttering. “What was it? Hmm? An animal? A mountain lion?” Derek asked. “I didn’t see anything. I swear. I’m- I’m not lying.” He defended. “I don’t know Jackson, something’s telling me your lying” y/n said. “Calm down and say it again” she said. “Say what? That I’m not lying” he asked confused. “Tell us that you didn’t dn see anything. Slowly” Derek demanded. “I. Didn’t. See. Anything. I’m not lying. “ he said slowly. We both knew Jackson was lying but decided not to push the boy anymore. “One more thing” Derek said pulling his hair to show the wound on his neck. Y/n inspected the wound “you should probably get that checked out” y/n said. With that being done and over with, the couple walked out and made their way back to the hale house.

In the car y/ns phone had started to buzz, she took the phone out of her pocket and looked at the caller who just to happened to be stiles. She sighed and answered the phone “yes stiles?” She said. “Where the hell are you guys?” He asked. Y/ns eyebrows furrowed “what do you mean?” She asked. “Did you and Scott decide collectively to bail school and not let me in on it?” Y/n sighed “Scott’s not at school?” She asked. “No, and neither are you. You know someone died last night and Lydia is completely MIA and, you and Scott need to do something about it.” “What do you think I’ve been doing?” “I don’t know, whatever it is that you do when your not at school” y/n rolled her eyes. “Does Scott know?” She asked “no, he won’t answer my calls.” “Okay I’ll figure it out, give me some time” she said. “Okay” he said before t/n ended the call. She sighted, “we are never gonna get a break, are we” she asked turning toward Derek. “Probably not” he said laughing.

They decided they were gonna figure it out while Derek worked out. She kept getting distracted by Derek who was jumping from doing pull ups to push ups. “You know your really distracting in these situations” she said smirking. “You could be down here with me” he huffed while doing push ups. They both paused looking towards where the front door was located. Y/ns head tilted feeling her body go into protector mode. The couple jumped up when they heard the door being kicked in, and three pairs of feet walk in. “Nobody home?” She heard a man. “Oh he’s here, just not feeling particularly hospitable” she heard the voice of Kate argent. Her blood began to boil as she started to make her way to meet the demon woman but was stopped by Derek. “Hide, they don’t know your here, give them a surprise” he whispered. She hesitated but agreed giving him a kiss and sneaking out of sight but close by. She heard Kate say “you want to provoke him, say something like, ‘to bad your sister bit it before she had her first litter’” y/n had gotten so mad her body began to shake with anger, trying not to just jump out and end her before she could take another step. “To bad she howled like a bitch when we cut her in half.” Kate hissed. Y/n heard Derek growl and a body hit the floor, and another shortly after. She couldn’t tell exactly where derek was until she Heard him snarl and then a taser sending Derek’s body to the ground groaning. Y/n made her way around to try to sneak up behind Kate. She was right behind the wall when she heard Kate. “Mm this one grew up in all the right places. I don’t know whether to kill it or lick it” she said.

Y/n rushed from behind the wall eyes glowing vibrant, and threw her to the wall “How about I kill you. Hmm?” Y/n growled. Kate recovered quickly running at y/n with her taser in her hand. Y/n and kate hassled for a minute, y/n had decided not to use magic, as she could easily take down kate without it. But kate still had her taser and tased y/n when she went to knee her stomach. The volts sent y/n to the ground convulsing in pain. Her body twitched still feeling the electricity roaming through her body. Kate began to walk around the couple on the ground, mostly following derek as he crawled to the couch to pick himself up before tasing him again. The pain in y/n had began subsiding as she sat up not making an effort to stand. “Nine-hundred-thousand volts...You never were good with electricity, were you? Or fire. How about you y/n? How’s it seeing him in pain over me again? Anyway, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret...and, well, maybe we can help each other out...” kate said. Once again Derek had began to get up despite the pain, as he crawled his way over to y/n who grabbed his hand muttering a spell to ease his pain.

“Yes, your sister was severed into pieces and used as bait to try to catch you. Unpleasant, and frankly, a little too Texas Chainsaw Massacre for my taste, but quite true.” Both derek and y/n stared up at the evil woman with the most deadly of glares. “Now, here's the part that might really kick you in your new balls--we didn't kill her.” Kate finished. Y/n scoffed as Derek just continued to glare still shaking. “What you think I’m lying?” She asked. “Wouldn’t be the first time” Derek said tensely. “Why don’t you just listen to my heart and tell me if I am?” She asked. Y/n rolled her eyes and sighed but still listened. Kate repeated the words and y/n didn’t hear a tick in her heartbeat, so she either learned to control her heartbeat or she wasn’t lying. “Hear that? No skips or upticks. Just the steady beat of the cold hard truth.” She said. Y/n groaned having grown tired of the woman’s voice ages ago. Kate stood and began to walk around again, collapsing her taser “Found bite marks on your sister's body, Derek. What do you think did that? A mountain lion? Why aren't we helping each other out? You might as well admit what you've been guessing all along, which is...the Alpha killed your sister. And all you have to do is tell us who he is, and we'll take care of it for you! Problem solved, everybody goes home happy.” She said looking at the two. Neither of the pair spoke up causing Kate’s eyebrows to raise.

“Unless… you don’t know who he is either.” She said in realization. She sighed shaking her head “wow. Guess who just became totally useless.” She said turning her back for a split second, that allowed y/n and Derek to sprint out of the house hearing gunshots firing behind them. Once they were sure they were far enough they stopped running, Derek looked back at the direction the had just ran from with anger covering his features. “I can’t wait until the day I can curse her” y/n said panting. Derek looked down at her and smiled slightly grabbing her hand and walking out of the woods careful not to run into Kate and her goons.

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beaker1636 · 1 year ago

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The Scavenger Hunt - Clue 1: Where We First Met

“Hey, thank you for helping me today with this project I am working on… actually, I lied to you and in all actuality I am here to help you with a project that you have to do today. I’m sorry I am making you get up so early but there is a lot for us to do today and I wanted to make sure that you have time. Go put on this dress and your jacket, plus some comfortable shoes because we are going to be busy almost all day,” you sister says.

She all but shoved her way into your house today, telling you that you need to stop moping over Ricky being gone and get out of the house to do something with her. And while you are really confused, can’t figure out what the fuck is going on or what project she might be talking about you doing, but you know that telling her no is never an option and she will get her way, so you let out a defeated sigh before stepping into your bedroom to get changed into the dress that she gave you with.

When you walk back out she has a big smile on her face, pulling you into a hug before letting go and looking at you. “Okay, let me do your hair and make up first, make you adorable and then we will be on our way. I promise this will all make sense soon, just trust me okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” you conceded, taking a seat where she wants you at and letting her begin to curl your hair for you.

“I wonder what is up with Rick today, usually he sends me a good morning message when he is gone by now, and I haven’t gotten one today,” you say softly, trying to make conversation with your sister.

She pauses her movements for a second, making you glance at her before she starts working on your hair again, wanting to keep you from figuring out that something is up and that’s why he didn’t.

“I bet he just slept in after a late night, it is only 8 in the morning,” she says quickly, almost too quickly. Something is up, you may not know what but you can tell that something is going on.

“What are you hiding from me?” You ask her, trying to use your stern voice but she just ignores you, humming and pretending to not hear you speak. You want to question her, but you know that she wouldn’t tell you unless she is ready so instead you just sit there in the quiet.

“When does he come home again? It is coming up soon isn’t it?” Kayla asks you, the silence starting to bother her and she is worried if she doesn’t keep talking that she might spill something she shouldn’t to you.

“Tomorrow, I am so ready. It has been months since he has been home this time, I miss him so much. You’d think it gets easier the more we are together but it never does,” you say sadly, glancing down for a moment to regain your composure. “He’s worth it though, really.”

“Yeah, I must say he treats you well which is all that matters,” she squeezes your shoulder softly before moving so she can start on your makeup.

Within a couple minutes she is done and you move to get your jacket out of your room, wanting to stay warm in the cool spring weather while you do whatever it is you are doing, you aren’t too sure what that is supposed to be but she’s gotta tell you soon right?

When you step back out into the living room she is standing there, holding a rose out towards you with a smile on her face.

“This is for you, and the note with it will explain everything, I promise. Now why don’t you read it so that we can get going, I’m getting impatient but I promised I would make sure you look nice for this,” she says, almost giggling like a toddler as she hands you the rose and a letter with a smile.

My Personal Nancy Drew,

I know that by now you are confused, trying to figure out what Kayla is up to as she gets you dressed and ready for the day. Hopefully she has not spilled it by now, I am going to assume she didn’t.

Let me start by saying that you will see me when you finish your scavenger hunt, that you will find me at the end when you find all the clues and solve the puzzles that I have left for you at each location. I know that you love having to figure things out, which is why I always joke that you are my personal Nancy Drew, so I have left a trail of clues for you and you have to figure them out so you know where to go next. You will know that it is right when you tell someone the correct thing, and they give you your next rose with the next clue.

Each rose will have something that I love about you tied to the stem so that when you are done, you have 12 reasons why I love you and a note, carrying you on to the next place. Some clues may be easier than others, but I am hoping that as you go through the puzzles that you will enjoy the walk down memory lane that they give you.

So to get started it will be simple, where did we first meet? When you get there you need to find a special, and if you tell the lady at the counter the correct one she will give you the next clue. I know that one is easy, but you will have to search to find out what the correct special is, and I know once you do that you will be able to tell that it is correct.

So get on your way, start your adventure and I will see you soon, but hopefully not too soon.

I love you,

Ricky.

You look down at the rose, looking at the little tag on the stem that reads “I love how you always support me and my dreams, many times in ways that I could never imagine you would.”

You turn and look at your sister with a smile, giving her a hug to thank her for her part in this, though you are unsure how much of a part she actually has in this. But the fact that she is taking part in it, that she is helping with this means a lot to you, more than she probably knows.

“Thank you, I know where we need to go. Are you ready?” You ask her, moving to grab your purse before the two of you leave.

“Of course I am, if you know where we are going,” she says with a smile, following you out of the door, both of you going to her car. “We need to go to the Blackbird Coffee House, that is where we met the first time.”

“Did you two bump into each other or something that day? All I remember is you told me about this beautiful man that you met,” she teases, as she begins the short drive to the coffee shop that you told her to go to.

“Yeah, so I was sitting at a table reading and he noticed the book I was reading and asked me a question about it. We wound up talking for almost an hour before we realized how long it had been. We exchanged phone numbers and stayed in contact, mostly about books at first until we were hanging out one night and he finally told me that he really liked me and asked me on a date. I had no clue that studying at the coffee shop would have ever led me to meet someone but I am glad it did,” you said with a smile. Remembering that day dearly, one of the best days of your life if you were being honest.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have asked, I didn’t expect the answer to be so sickeningly sweet. Gross. Anyways, we're here. Let’s go in and figure out what the special he is talking about is,” she says, shutting the car off before you both get out.

When you walk in you are greeted with a smile by the barista at the counter, which you return before your eyes scan the specials board. Trying to find anything that catches your eye on it, that might make sense of a clue. A few moments later you realize that some letters in the specials list are a different color and when you put them all together they spell Ricky Special.

You turn towards the barista, a smile on your face as you ask her for the Ricky Special.

“I was wondering when you would show up and ask for it, these are for you. And what can I get you to drink ladies, I was told to make sure you both have a drink before you leave, on the house. What would you like?” She smiles as she hands you the rose with a piece of paper.

You let her know what you want when you start to read the tag on the rose, this one reading “I love that you comfort me like you do, make all my problems melt away while with a simple hug.”

The barista hands you both your drinks as you sit down on the table so that you can read the letter that was left here for you to your sister, tell her what the next clue is.

Baby,

You figured out the first clue, I am so proud of you but you are only just beginning.

It only made sense to start you here, because this is where our story started. Where we first met each other. When I had to leave and get back on the bus because we were starting tour I already knew that you were it for me. You can ask the boys, I told them all about what you looked like and how we talked about the book that day. I’m pretty sure they wanted to kill me, but they dealt with it.

We spent that entire tour talking, getting to know each other. I was so glad when you agreed to go for a walk with me when we finished that tour a month and a half later, I knew that I was going to ask you on a proper date that night after I told you how I felt about you, and that is where you need to go next. Go to the park where we confessed that we liked each other for the first time. There will be a puzzle set up for you there that will give you the next clue and answer.

I love you and can’t wait for you to keep going, enjoy the weather and the memories.

See you soon,

Ricky

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spectres-scribbles · 1 year ago

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Countdown

Prologue

May 3040

“It’s over, right?” Erend asked as he hugged Aloy from the side as the squad gathered around each other, reunited and victorious.

Aloy said nothing, for now.

Let them revel in this hard-earned victory. They’d earned it.

The truth could wait for a few days, until they were back at the Base.

“Let’s get out of here, shall we?” She said instead.

Enthusiastic agreements met that question and together, the squad retraced their steps out of the base, eager to be gone from the place.

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They set up camp once they were back on the mainland so that they could tend to their injuries.

Unsurprisingly, Sylens continued on his way up the coast without stopping or saying anything other than a quick “I’ll be in contact” to Aloy.

“Where’s he going?” Erend asked, watching the fake-Banuk’s Charger disappear into the darkness.

“Tilda’s mansion, I think.” Aloy responded. “It’s just up the coast from here.”

“What for?”

“Knowing him, he’s probably going to start going through the base, now that the Zeniths are no longer a threat.”

“More shiny toys for him to play with?”

“I guess we’ll see.” Aloy responded with a shrug.

“What was he talking about, with that whole ‘You people will need my help’ bit, anyway?” Erend commented.

Aloy and Beta shared a look at that.

They’d hoped to wait, but now that the question had been asked, there was no way that they could blow it off completely.

“We thought the fight was over with the Zeniths, but in truth, it’s barely just begun.” Aloy told the group.

“Barely begun?” Kotallo repeated. “What do you mean?”

“We’ll explain it all when we get back to Base. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it all, in truth.”

“Must be serious if even you’re having trouble with it.” Erend noted.

“Understatement of the century,” Aloy mirthlessly told her Oseram friend. “For now, we focus on getting back to Base, then we plan our next move.”

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After Zo had checked her and cleared her, Beta went straight to work, beginning to check GAIA’s rig. Shortly after, Aloy found her when she was cleared as well.

“The rig seems okay, no external damage.” Beta reported as Aloy approached her. “I haven’t started any diagnostics on GAIA herself, though.”

Despite the clinical air she was trying to project, Aloy seemed to sense that something was bothering her sister, for she reached out to put a hand on the younger clone’s shoulder. “Hey, you okay?”

Without warning, Beta turned away from the rig to bury herself in Aloy’s arms.

“He was my first real friend,” Beta murmured thickly into Aloy’s neck.

Unlike the others, Beta hadn’t had any chance to mourn Varl. Literally the minute the Zeniths returned to the base, they’d shoved Beta into the chair, chained her, and forced her to work on integrating HEPHAESTUS into GAIA. Whatever little rest she had, she was tortured via virtual reality dissociation.

Gerard had even used Varl’s murder to crush Beta’s spirits so that she wouldn’t try to fight what she was being forced to do, which had anguished her to no end. It had only been when Aloy contacted her via Tilda’s data channel that she had regained some hope, enough to hold on until Aloy and her other friends had come for her.

“I know.” Aloy murmured back, trying to comfort Beta, but feeling awkward while doing it. “I’m sorry I was so impatient and ignorant back then. I treated you the way I was, and I shouldn’t have.”

“Did you guys…?” Beta quietly asked but was unable to finish the sentence.

“Yeah, we buried and held a funeral for him.” Aloy answered with a nod. “It was the main reason why we took so long to rescue you once I stopped Regalla and her army from slaughtering Hekarro and forced Sylens to join us. His memorial is outside the eastern exit to the Base-”

“So he can see Plainsong and the Sacred Lands like he and Zo liked to do.” Beta finished, nodding. “I’m glad.”

“Dinner’s ready!” Zo, who turned her focus to the evening meal after having finished the squad’s medical exams, announced from her place at the campfire.

Aloy pulled back a little to look at Beta. “Hungry?”

“Starving.”

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Their meal was quick and easy: Beanweed Bites with canteens of water to wash it down. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to sate everyone’s hunger. Even Erend, who preferred ale to water, didn’t complain, glad to have food in his belly.

“You can have that when we’re back at Base.” Zo told him with a roll of her eyes, earning a chuckle from the rest of the squad as they rolled out their bedrolls.

Aloy tasked her two Clawstriders to watch duty patrolling the area around their camp to act as a deterrent for troublemakers, while the Sunwing perched in nearby ruins for a bird’s eye view of the area. Their herd of Chargers were grazing peacefully nearby but would react to fight alongside the Combat machines if there was trouble during the night.

With all that done, Aloy turned her focus to her own bedding. As she was doing that, Beta approached her.

“Can I sleep with you?” Beta asked Aloy timidly, as around them, the rest of the squad got settled for bed around the campfire. “I just… don’t think I can… I don’t want to be alone…”

Beta could still see Erik Visser stabbing Varl, hear his taunting words to the Nora Brave as the light had left Varl’s eyes, every single time she closed her own.

The psychological torment she’d endured was still too fresh, and she needed a physical connection with her kin to anchor her and keep the darkness at bay, to show her that all of this was real and not a figment of her mind.

That her sister and her other friends had really come for her and ended the Zeniths, once and for all.

“Yeah, of course. Not a problem.” Aloy didn’t hesitate to nod her head, understanding her twin’s trauma, raising the blanket so Beta could climb in.

It wasn’t long before the sisters drifted off to sleep, Beta clinging to Aloy’s arm that rested between them to ground herself.

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Beta’s sleep didn’t last.

Sometime in the night, the younger clone bolted upright in bed, screaming out in terror, which quickly woke the rest of the camp.

“Wha’s happening?” Erend asked, sitting up but still mostly asleep, as he frantically grabbed blindly for his warhammer. “Who’s attacking?!”

Zo scowled at him. “Stow your hammer, Erend. We’re not under attack.”

“Then why…?”

“Why do you think, given what the Zeniths were doing to Beta? She had a nightmare.”

“Easy, sister. Easy.” Aloy murmured softly to Beta, mostly ignoring the exchange between Zo and Erend, sitting up and gathering the younger woman in her arms to offer physical comfort to her sister. “You’re safe, Beta. You’re safe.”

“The Zeniths…” Beta whimpered out.

“Are dead. They can’t hurt you anymore.” Aloy assured.

“Or any of us.” Alva said softly as she sat down beside Aloy and Beta and began to rub Beta’s back to offer further comfort. “We all made sure of that.”

Eventually, Beta calmed down, but it was a while before sleep claimed her again.

Alva and Aloy stayed with her the entire time, even as the rest of the squad dozed off around them, offering comfort and assurance until she felt safe enough to try again.

“Thank you for that,” Aloy said softly to Alva as she lowered Beta back to the bedroll.

“Don’t mention it.” Alva replied just as softly as she went back to her own bedroll. “I imagine that it’s going to take some time for her to feel completely safe again after what she was put through. Makes you wish you could strangle the shitheads, doesn’t it?”

Aloy could just make out Alva’s scowl as she got settled back in her own bed, and couldn’t help but grin a little at how well and truly stirred up the Quen Diviner was on Beta’s behalf, as she only swore like that when she was really pissed off and didn’t care about being polite.

“Oh, strangling would only be the start of what I’d do to them if I could, trust me.” Aloy replied darkly before trying to clear her mind so that she could also get some more sleep. “Night.”

“Goodnight.” Alva replied.

Sleep didn’t claim Aloy again for a while after that as well, but she contented herself with watching Beta as she did, glad that the younger clone at least was getting her much needed rest.

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The next three days were spent travelling, their pace steady to give injuries time to heal.

Beta rode with Aloy on one of her Clawstriders, cuddled up to her elder’s back, occasionally drifting off to sleep as they journeyed.

They stopped at Fenrise the first night, Gattak happily welcoming them into the settlement and giving then food and beds for the night, and The Grove the second, where Hekarro was relieved to see Aloy and her squad return in one piece, and had happily put them up for the night as well.

From there, they made the final push to the Base.

Throughout the entire trip, it was clear that the questions about what Aloy had said about the fight having only just begun burned bright in the minds of the rest of the squad, but they respected Aloy’s need to be given a chance to wrap her head around the revelation of Nemesis and kept their talk inconsequential and light.

Even when they got back to Base, Aloy and Beta were given their space, Beta focusing on restoring GAIA after Erend and Aloy had brought the rig inside, though the squad did come together to celebrate their victory against the Zeniths with a feast the following night after their return, the feast food coming from every tribe to represent their unified efforts against their enemy.

Initially, Aloy just watched her friends enjoy the celebrations from the sidelines, not really participating herself, but eventually, Erend dragged her in, before raising a toast to their success, and she gave in and joined the revelry.

When she had retired for the night, she’d hung Elisabet’s and Rost’s pendants side by side on their display rack, contemplating them as she thought about the battle that was coming, before someone knocking on her door pulled her out of those thoughts.

Beta was on the other side, a blanket and pillow roll in her arms, and Aloy didn’t hesitate to let her in.

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There’s another battle ahead, Elisabet.

Very different from the one you fought.

It’s not about the distant hope of creating a new world, it’s about preserving the one we have.

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The next day, the group gathered in GAIA’s chamber after lunch, where Aloy delivered the news about Nemesis to her friends.

“Fire and spit!” Erend exclaimed as Aloy finished speaking.

The rest of the group, sans Beta, were likewise stunned.

“How in the name of the Ten are we supposed to fight such a thing?” Kotallo breathed out, tearing his gaze from the digital representation of Nemesis that GAIA was projecting for the squad to look at Aloy.

“I don’t know, honestly.” Aloy earnestly told her friends. “But this is why Sylens is going through the Zenith base; in the hopes of finding something - anything - that may help us fight it.

“When will it arrive?” Alva asked.

“According to GAIA’s calculations; sometime between May 3041 and December 3042. It should be noted that GAIA hasn’t detected it yet, as Nemesis is too far out of range of what she can hear right now. That range is based on a few assumptions about how long the Zeniths were planning to stay here. Once she detects it, she estimates that we’ll have about six months to finish up preparations for it.”

“And what’s happening with HEPHAESTUS? Are we going to try and capture it again?” Zo queried.

“HEPH’s going to be a bit of a wild card.” Beta spoke now. “Contact with the Zenith network will likely have supercharged it, giving it access to new technologies, tools and upgrades.”

“So we’re going to see even more deadly and dangerous machines popping up from now on? Lovely.” Erend drawled.

“Even though the merge with GAIA was aborted, she was able to copy some of the original HEPH code base. On top of that, Sylens has already extracted some extremely helpful data from the Zenith copy of APOLLO. Combined, these developments should enable GAIA to exert significantly more influence over the terraforming system.” Beta informed the squad. “She won't be able to take direct control of machines, or stop HEPH from building new combat units. But she estimates that by deploying a variety of workarounds, she can stabilize the biosphere within a year. So we don't all die, at least not before Nemesis arrives.”

“But to answer your question; since GAIA now has some of HEPH's source code, we should be able to develop new strategies to contain it.” Beta told Zo. “It'll take time, of course, since HEPH will likely write Omega Clearance out of its code like it did with Alpha Clearance, if it hasn’t already, so a repeat of GEMINI is out of the question.”

“So what’s the plan?” Erend asked Aloy.

“Right now, getting word out to the tribes about the coming threat is paramount.” Aloy told the group. “We need to find allies that can help and are willing to fight when the time comes. We need to be united, all of us, if we’re going to stand a chance at stopping this thing.”

“I can talk to Morlund. His family is well known in the Claim, so, between the two of us, we should be able to grab some people’s attention.” Erend offered after a few moments of thought.

“I’ll return to Landfall to inform Bohai.” Alva told the squad. “I’m sure he’ll want to return to the Delta now that the storms won’t sink what ships we have left. He’ll speak to the Emperor on our behalf.”

“And what about you? Will you go as well?” Erend asked Alva.

Alva shook her head. “I can’t, in good conscience, leave now, not knowing what’s coming. Like Aloy said; we have to fight this thing together. I choose to stay and fight. For my sister, for my parents, for my people.”

“Thank you.” Aloy said to Alva sincerely. “I know it won’t be easy to stay when the ships set sail.”

“I came to this land to find a way to save my family. I can’t leave now.” Alva reiterated. “And I’m sure that once the word spreads through Landfall, I won’t be the only one who’ll make that same choice.”

“I would like to give Bohai one of our Focuses before he departs, however, so that we can expand the network to the Delta, once GAIA’s completely up and running again, if that’s okay?” Alva continued, turning to Aloy to make her request.

Aloy nodded her head. “Of course. Take as many as you want. The same goes for the rest of you when you go. We need to start expanding the network with allies that we can call on when Nemesis arrives.”

“He’ll find a way to use it to his advantage with the Board of Overseers, I don’t doubt it.” Alva warned, regarding Bohai. “No Diviner in the history of the tribe has ever had access to a later model Focus before now, and he’ll exploit that to the fullest. But I’m sure that he will petition the Emperor for aid.”

“I figured as much.” Aloy nodded, having expected that Bohai would do as Alva described, but was willing to turn a blind eye to it if it meant that the Quen homeland would be warned of the threat and potentially send help. “Do you think the Emperor will listen?”

“To be honest, I don’t know. But I hope so.” Alva freely admitted.

“Time will tell, I guess.” Aloy responded.

“The Chorus will likely take some time to convince, but I’m sure that I can do it.” Zo spoke next. “Then I’ll head east, to the Sacred Lands. I owe it to Varl to tell his mother of what happened to him, and about her coming grandchild. And to tell the Nora of the coming threat.”

Erend looked to Aloy in surprise at this. “You’re not going to tell them?”

“I’ll have to face them at some point, being the Anointed, but for now, I’ll be staying here.” The Nora huntress replied. “I’ll have to head back east at some point, to speak with the Banuk about Nemesis, so I’ll probably visit the Embrace then. Of all the tribes, the Nora are probably going to be the trickiest to communicate with, since they’ll more then likely refuse to wear a Focus, outside of a few brave souls.”

Aloy quietly wondered if Teb, or even Nakoa, might consider it.

She’d have to see when she went there.

“Just be mindful, you might not get the warmest reception when they learn of your pregnancy, with it being unsanctioned. Especially with Varl being the War-Chief’s son.” Aloy warned Zo.

“Varl warned me when we started trying to have a child, that he’d face the wrath of the Nora for it, and me as well, because of that.” Zo nodded. “I’m prepared for whatever they throw at me. But thank you, for thinking of me.”

Aloy smiled. “It’s what friends do, right?”

“We owe you for stopping Regalla’s slaughter, as well as for what would have happened if she had succeeded.” Kotallo spoke last. “The Chief wants to repay that debt. The Tenakth will answer your call.”

Aloy nodded back, even as a plan started to form in her mind for something she could do to help Hekarro and the Marshals to rally and unify the Tenakth.

The Focus network would be part one of her plan.

Mentally shaking her head, and stowing those thoughts for later, Aloy focused her thoughts back on the meeting. “All of you, be careful, okay? Don’t hesitate to reach out if you need help, and I’ll do what I can. And if you don’t mind, I’d like to have squad meetings via holo every couple of weeks for us to keep checking in with each other for status reports and the like.”

The squad didn’t hesitate to agree to that request, deeming it essential going forward.

With the meeting done, the squad trickled out, no doubt to start their various preparations for their departure the following day.

“The fellowship is breaking up.” Beta murmured to Aloy after the others had gone and it was only them and GAIA left, clearly saddened by what was happening, even if it was necessary.

The squad were family to each other now, as well as the first real friends Beta had ever had.

It would be so different, for both of them, walking around Base from now on and not hearing Erend’s music at full blast, or helping Zo with meal preparation, or playing Machine Strike with Kotallo, or talking with Varl about whatever latest thing he’d been reading up on, or helping Alva with her research.

“For now, we are.” Aloy replied, hugging her sister from the side. “But I’ve no doubt that when Nemesis arrives, we’ll all come back together again to face it.”

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My friends have a new mission - to spread the word and ask for help.

They’ve taken it in stride.

I think it’s because they’ve always known what I’ve only just started to understand.

That the people of this world have the strength to fight any battle, the ingenuity to solve any problem, the courage to overcome any obstacle. And the resilience to rise after any setback.

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After having one last breakfast together, the squad, sans Aloy and Beta, began to depart.

Kotallo and Zo were the first to leave.

“A word? Aloy asked Kotallo as he was collecting his things from his room.

“How can I help?” Kotallo asked.

“I’m not sure what the Tenakth do regarding the dead, but I was wondering if Hekarro would want Regalla’s body, if we can find it?” Aloy asked, getting to the point.

“For all the heinous things she did, she did redeem herself in the end.” Kotallo replied. “I believe the Chief will want to bury her with full honours at the Grove.”

Aloy nodded her head. “Meet me at the Sunwing site above Base when you’re ready to go.”

- - - - - - - - - -

Overriding all three Sunwings without them attacking each other took timing, and a little bit of luck, but Aloy succeeded just in time.

To say that Kotallo was stunned when he emerged to find Aloy standing by one of the newly tamed machines would be an understatement.

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“Commander?” The Marshal asked, even as his heart began to soar at what he thought was happening.

“It’s yours.” Aloy told him, gesturing at the machine, confirming Kotallo’s thoughts. “I figured that if you’re to spread the word among the Tenakth about Nemesis, that you’d need a little help.”

Kotallo was speechless for a few moments.

Aloy had seen the harm the wrong people could do with tamed machines.

That she trusted him like this, giving him his own Wings of the Ten…

“You honour me, Aloy.” Kotallo, finding his voice, bowed deeply to his commanding officer.

“I’m assuming that Hekarro and the other Marshals would also appreciate their own Sunwings?” Aloy asked, but Kotallo could see that she already knew the answer, knowing what she did about how the Tenakth revered the Wings of the Ten.

Already, many Tenakth were calling Aloy ‘She Who Flies on the Wings of the Ten’ for what she had done stopping Regalla’s attack on the Grove, and Hekarro had mentioned to Kotallo, during the GAIA Gang’s stopover there days prior, that the tribe’s Painters were planning on coming together to paint a mural in the Grove to honour Aloy’s heroic actions.

“To help get the tribe ready? Most definitely.” Kotallo responded, his mind already imagining how things would change going forward.

The combination of the Sunwings and the Focus network would make the Marshals far more effective in their jobs, allowing them to travel the Clan Lands quicker than before and also be able to report back to the clan Commanders and Hekarro without having to return to a clan’s capital or the Grove in order to do so, and would make them considerably more formidable against the remnants of Regalla’s rebels, or any other trouble-makers, if they tried to act against the Chief or the tribe again.

“It’ll probably take me a week or two to override the rest and deliver them to the Grove.” Aloy told him, partially in warning.

“That’s fine.” Kotallo assured. “It’s better that you take your time doing this.”

Kotallo understood that the process could be tricky if Aloy was trying to tame more then one machine at a time, that a tamed machine could start attacking wild ones due to its programming being changed before she’d moved on to the next.

“Alright then. Ready to learn how to fly?”

All Tenakth dreamed of being able to do this, of flying in the air like the Ten had once done.

That it was becoming a reality for him…

“I was born ready.”

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Kotallo was a natural, as it turned out, mastering the basics of flying fairly quickly, and before long, he and Aloy, along with the two spare Sunwings, were on their way back to the Zenith base, Kotallo smiling subtly the whole time, clearly revelling in what he was doing, of the feeling of the wind on his face.

- - - - - - - - - -

Once they were flying over the base, they were greeted with an unexpected site; the previously pristine printer was now a smoking ruin of twisted metal.

“HEPHAESTUS’s work?” Kotallo asked Aloy.

“Or Gerard’s, to prevent it from spitting out any more Zero Dawn machines.” Aloy surmised. “Either way, it’s one good thing in our favour. Nemesis won’t be able to use it against us.”

“That’s certainly true.” Kotallo agreed.

“Though I suspect that that will only be a temporary setback for it, if it really wants to use it.” Aloy added realistically.

Kotallo chuckled.

It was typical of Aloy to see all sides, but that was what made her such a good leader: because she took everything into account.

Though that also worked against her, when something occurred that she hadn’t planned for, like Varl’s death, and she acted like it was her personal failure that she’d failed to predict everything.

“There is that.” The Marshal agreed.

After that, it wasn’t long before they arrived at their destination, finding a small mound of Spectre corpses and some debris waiting for them.

“A fitting death, indeed.” Kotallo commented as he took in the sight. “But how are we going to get to Regalla’s body?”

Aloy answered with action, flying her Sunwing to the topmost Specter and used her machine to start shifting the felled machine by gripping one of it’s arms in the Sunwing’s talons and pulling it down one side of the mound.

Kotallo quickly followed his commander’s lead on the other side.

- - - - - - - - - -

In the end, they moved one shy of a dozen machines before they found Regalla’s battered body, mostly intact, her greatsword broken on the ground beside her.

Aloy steered her Sunwing away from the site to land in a clear spot nearby so that she could dismount, taking something from her machine’s back before she approached the fallen woman.

Kotallo also landed his Sunwing in a clear space and followed Aloy in.

“Give me a hand?” Aloy asked Kotallo as she dropped what she was carrying on the ground, revealing that it was a bag of some sort as she unzipped and opened it up, though it looked big enough that Regalla’s body would fit inside. “I don’t think I can lift her body on my own.”

“You take her legs.” Kotallo directed as he bent to slip his arms under the body’s shoulders and Aloy did the same on her end. “On three. One… Two… Three.”

Between the two of them, they manoeuvred the body into the waiting bag.

Afterwards, as Aloy was rigging up grips for the Sunwing to carry the body with from her grapple rope, Kotallo gathered up Regalla’s sword, and her mask, and placed them in the bag as well before Aloy zipped it up.

Once Aloy was sure that her knot-work was secure, she stood to face Kotallo.

“You want to carry her, or me?”

“I will.” Kotallo volunteered.

With a nod of her head, Aloy gestured to Kotallo’s Sunwing, indicating that he should mount up. “I’ll help you take hold.”

Nodding back, the Marshal mounted his machine and took to the air, bringing it to hover where Aloy was waiting, holding up the grips until Kotallo’s Sunwing had a good grasp on them, then she stepped back out of the downdraught.

“Alright, take her up a bit so I can see if the rope will hold.” Aloy called up to him. “I’d rather test it now while we’re close to the ground then when we’re on our way back and high in the sky.”

‘Wise.” Kotallo returned with a nod, before doing as Aloy asked.

After a few minutes of hovering in the air, and seeing that the rope was still holding strong, Aloy nodded her head, then made her way back to her own waiting Sunwing.

“Ready to get out of here?” She asked once she was also in the air.

“More than ready.”

With a chuckle, Aloy recalled the spare Sunwings, who had been set to a patrolling watch once Aloy and Kotallo had started excavating for Regalla’s remains, and then they were on their way back to the mainland.

- - - - - - - - - -

As they flew, Kotallo studied the aftermath of the battle beneath them as they passed, the sparking heaps of machines - Specter and Zero Dawn alike - as well as the bodies of the fallen Zeniths.

Part of him had wished that he could have been a member of the main attacking force, to see HEPHAESTUS churning out machines to take on the weakened Zeniths and their army of Specters for himself, as well as to fight alongside the rest of the squad, but he contented himself with the knowledge that what he and Alva had been tasked with had been just as important to the mission’s success.

Not only had they given the squad a fighting chance against their enemies, but they’d also made the discovery of what would eventually lead to Aloy and Beta uncovering the truth of what was really going on, and that was something he’d always be proud of.

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By the time they got back to the Grove, it was late afternoon, and the sun was just starting to set in the west.

Even so, the arrival of the four tamed Sunwings caused a stir among the Tenakth who were posted there, the young soldiers gawping at the sight as Aloy’s and Kotallo’s Sunwings came in to land, though Kotallo had to carefully drop his cargo on the ground first before his Sunwing could, the spare Sunwings following their lead, which quickly brought Hekarro, Dekka and Ivvira to investigate the hubbub.

“Marshal. Champion.” Hekarro greeted them both as they dismounted from their machines.

“Chief.” - “Hekarro.”

Kotallo and Aloy returned tandem greetings.

“What brings you here?”

“We bring Regalla’s body for burial.” Kotallo told his Chief, gesturing to the bag in front of his Sunwing.

Hekarro crouched down and touched the bag. “She died a good death?”

“Her help was instrumental in helping get the rest of the squad, minus myself and Diviner Alva, past some Specters and further into the Zenith base.” Kotallo reported. “She felled nearly a dozen of them before they killed her.”

Hekarro nodded as he stood back up.

“I’m glad to hear that for her sake. She got the death she was seeking that I was unable to deliver.” Hekarro then called to two of the nearby posted guards. “Nexx. Drevva.”

The two snapped to attention and came over.

“See that the body is taken to Tevvona to begin preparations for burial.” Hekarro instructed the two young soldiers.

“Yes, Chief.”

“The rope is yours, I assume?” Hekarro asked Aloy, noting that the young woman was missing her normally ever-present grapple.

“My grapple rope.” Aloy confirmed.

“Tell Tevvona that the rope is to be returned in one piece to the Champion.” Hekarro further instructed.

“Yes, Chief.”

The four Tenakth and one Nora watched as the two young soldiers carefully shouldered the body between them and departed the throne room and trekked towards their intended destination.

“Is there somewhere we can speak privately?” Aloy asked Hekarro, her expression solemn, once the two men were out of sight.

“Follow me.” Hekarro said and led the way to the strategy room.

- - - - - - - - - -

“Does this have something to do with the mission you’ve just completed? Your attack on the mysterious island next to the Valley of the Fallen?” Hekarro asked Aloy as they gathered around the planning table, Aloy and Kotallo on one side, Hekarro, Dekka and Ivvira on the other.

They’d stopped and spent the night at the Grove on their way to the Zenith base as well as on their return back to Base, so Hekarro had been aware that something was happening, and where, but not the specifics of it, and that it was therefore no coincidence that they were back just days after completing said mission and looking quite serious to boot.

“It does. The island was home to some living Old Ones called Zeniths. They kidnapped my sister, killed one of our squad, and took something from us that was imperative that we get back.”

Kotallo could see that Hekarro and the others had questions regarding the Zeniths, about how any of the Old Ones could still be alive after the Time of Ashes, so he intervened to get their attention back on the reason that Aloy had asked for this audience with him.

“I’ll explain about the Zeniths at a later time, Chief, but for now, it’s imperative that you hear what Aloy has to say.” Kotallo told Hekarro.

“Very well.” Hekarro nodded at the younger man before focusing back on Aloy. “And what did these… Zeniths take from you?”

“A living Vision called GAIA.” Kotallo told his fellow Tenakth. “GAIA is the reason that any of us exist after the fall of the Old Ones.”

“GAIA was created by an Old One called Elisabet Sobeck while the Metal Devils were wiping them out.” Aloy picked up the explanation, projecting an image of Elisabet for them to look at. “GAIA was tasked with bringing life back to Earth once the Old Ones had been wiped out. And as Kotallo said, she succeeded.”

Dekka was quick to pick up Aloy and Elisabet’s similarities. “You look exactly like her, Aloy, albeit younger, but how can that be?”

“Because I’m a clone - a copy - of her.”

“And why is that?” Dekka asked, puzzled but curious.

“Because twenty years ago, something threatened life on Earth. To protect us, protect all life, GAIA sacrificed herself to stop it.” Aloy explained before turning to address Hekarro. “That day that AETHER fled here? The day you saw the Faraday Vision here in the Grove? That was the day GAIA destroyed herself in the east. It’s also when I was created.

“GAIA knew that only someone with Elisabet’s blood and bone would be able to gain access to certain special Old One ruins through them, be able to fix what was about to happen by bringing GAIA back to life. The Derangement, the storms, the famine, the Blight, and indirectly, the Red Raids, all of that happened because GAIA wasn’t around to guide the machines trying to fix the world.”

“And you succeeded in that mission?” Hekarro asked, though he clearly had already guessed the answer, as things had started to get better in the months since he’d first met the flame-haired huntress and she’d spoken of her mission to him.

Aloy nodded in conformation. “I, with the aid of Varl and Zo, was able to revive her shortly after entering the West. She’s in our base in the mountains above Plainsong. But even though she was restored at that point, she couldn’t yet start to fix things.”

“And that’s where what you came here seeking comes into play?” Hekarro guessed.

Aloy nodded. “AETHER, and the others like it, which we called sub-functions, are the tools GAIA uses to repair and maintain the world. When GAIA sacrificed herself, they fled, seeking refuge wherever they could find containers big enough to store them, including here, and once they’d done that, they tried to continue with their work, but without GAIA’s guiding hand, their efforts led to what happened: ruin.”

“But we weren’t the only ones seeking to fix GAIA, the Zeniths were, too. Which is where my sister comes into this. Just as GAIA knew that only someone of Elisabet’s blood could fix her, the Zeniths knew it as well, creating Beta in the same way that I was so that they could also gain access to those same special ruins.”

“But your sister defected from these Zeniths and joined you and your squad.”

Aloy nodded. “At the time, we believed that the Zeniths intended to use GAIA to clean slate the Earth, killing all human life, so that they could make the world they wanted. Beta couldn’t stand that and hated them for how they’d treated her while she was growing up, so once we discovered each other’s existence, she escaped them as soon as she was able to, sending a distress call to GAIA that she knew I wouldn’t ignore.

“But even without Beta or GAIA, the Zeniths knew that my squad and I were working on fixing GAIA, so all they had to do was sit back and wait, putting a watch on the final sub-function, named HEPHAESTUS, knowing we’d have to go after it eventually to capture it as well, as it was the most important tool for GAIA to fix the world.”

“And what does this HEPHAESTUS do?”

“It creates the machines. The Derangement is entirely its work, as it was trying to protect the machines from human hunters.” Aloy explained. “Trapping HEPHAESTUS wasn’t as easy as it was with AETHER or the others, as it had grown too large for the container I used to return them to GAIA in once I’d retrieved them, and it was spread throughout the Cauldrons. Sites where the machines are created.” Aloy added at Ivvira’s puzzled look.

“To trap HEPHAESTUS, we had to corner it in a special Cauldron, the one south-west of Scalding Spear, the one the Desert Tenakth revere as the Gate of the Vanquished.”

“Special how?”

“It has two cores, due to earthquakes occurring while it was being constructed. GAIA needed to install herself in one core and contain HEPHAESTUS in the other so that we could begin to return it to her. But the second we did that, the Zeniths knew where we were, and they came for us. They killed Varl, incapacitated me, and took Beta and GAIA. They would have killed me also, if one of them didn’t turn on the others to save me.”

“One of the Zeniths defected to your side?” asked the Chief.

Aloy nodded again. “Yes. Her name was Tilda. She helped me plan and carry out the attack on the Zenith base. She also told me about the bomb I dropped on the Grove to stop Regalla’s assault.”

“Impressive.”

“Which leads to our attack on their base. During the attack, I had Alva and Kotallo split off from the main squad to strike a critical target that would help the rest of the squad’s infiltration.”

“You speak of the knowledge-seeker, yes? The young woman with the different looking Old One relic? The one whose tribe is on the Isle of Spires?” Dekka asked Aloy.

“The one with a thousand questions to ask you about the Visions during our stopovers here?” Aloy finished with a slight chuckle. “Yeah, she’s the one.”

“Anyway, the other part of their mission, once that was done and the Zenith computers were vulnerable, was for Alva to go through the Zenith files to find out if Tilda was hiding anything from us, as I didn’t fully trust her motivations.”

“I take it from your demeanour that they did find something?” Hekarro asked after studying Aloy for a moment.

Taking a breath, Aloy began to tell Hekarro, Dekka and Ivvira about what they’d learned.

“Yeah, Alva did. And this is what I found out…”

- - - - - - - - - -

“Blood of the Ten…” Hekarro breathed out, leaning heavily on the table, as Aloy and Kotallo finished their report.

Dekka and Ivvira were likewise shell-shocked, though they stood back from the table, also trying to wrap their heads around what they’d just been told.

“That’s why we’re here now; seeking allies. No single tribe will be able to defeat this thing alone. We have to come together if we’re to stand a chance at stopping it. Because if we don’t…” Aloy trailed off.

Hekarro understood the unspoken.

“The Tenakth will answer your call. Our arakhs are yours, Aloy of the Nora.” Hekarro, pushing off the table to stand straight, pledged to Aloy without hesitation. “We will gladly fight at your side against this threat.”

Kotallo nodded, having expected that Hekarro would swear to Aloy once he heard about Nemesis.

All Tenakth loved a good fight, and there would be no greater battle for his tribe then fighting to protect their world, and all life in it, from being snuffed out.

“I assume that you want Kotallo to spread the word on your behalf amongst the Clans?” Hekarro perceptively asked, looking between Kotallo and Aloy.

It was well known that Kotallo was a member of Aloy’s squad, so it was only logical that he do this task within his tribe for his CO.

Aloy nodded. “It’s why I’m returning him to your command for the time being.”

Hekarro nodded back before he addressed the younger man. “Marshal.”

“Yes, Chief?” Kotallo responded.

“I will still require you to do your duties as a Marshal from time to time, but henceforth, your primary task is to do what your Commander has asked you to do.”

“I understand, Chief.” Kotallo nodded his head to Hekarro, then repeated the action to Aloy. “Commander.”

“Marshal.” Aloy returned the nod.

“I will endeavour to make sure that he’s returned to your command, when the time comes, in one piece.” Hekarro told Aloy seriously, understanding that the GAIA Gang would be front and center when the fight finally began.

“I’d appreciate that.” Aloy thanked Hekarro. “And I actually have a couple of things to give you to help with that, as well as to help unify and rally the Tenakth. The first are these…”

Reaching into one of her back pouches, Aloy brought out three Focuses, coming around the table to give one each to Hekarro, Dekka and Ivvira.

“Your Old One relic?” Hekarro asked as he studied the tiny piece of metal in his fingers.

“It’s called a Focus.” Aloy explained, then gestured to where her Focus sat on her temple. “They go on the temple, just like mine.”

One by one, the three Tenakth did as instructed, the Focuses adhering to their skin when they were close enough and activating, which startled them at first as they experienced the Focus’ Second Sight and what it revealed for the first time.

“This is how you see the world?” Dekka breathed out as she got used to the display around her.

“Ever since I was a little girl.” Aloy responded, sounding a little wistful as she spoke those words, and Kotallo knew why: that was what she’d said to Varl the first time he’d donned his Focus.

“You activate and deactivate the Focus by tapping it, just like this.” Kotallo told his Chief, the Chaplain and his fellow Marshal, showing them how, so that they could deactivate them for now. “I can teach you the rest of the functions with time.”

“Kotallo has the rest of the Tenakth’s Focuses, to be distributed to the rest of the Marshals, the Clan Commanders and the Chaplains, as well as anyone else he deems worthy and trustworthy of them.” Aloy explained to Hekarro. “You’ll be connected to our greater network from now on, be able to contact any member of it, if you wish, including myself and members of my squad, but GAIA can set up a seperate network, just for the Tenakth, if you want her to.”

“I thank you.” Hekarro nodded.

“The second part are the Sunwings. Kotallo has his. The first spare is yours.” Aloy said to Hekarro. “And the last…”

Ivvira perked up and looked hopefully at Aloy. “Is mine?”

“A training tool, for now, to allow the Marshals to get used to flying. You’ll get yours soon enough.” Aloy corrected with a chuckle before turning back to Hekarro. “I should be able to tame the remaining machines - for the Marshals, at least - over the next couple of weeks and will bring them here as I do. If you feel that there are others who deserve one, who won’t abuse the privilege, let me know, and I can tame more at a later date.”

“You have my thanks and gratitude for this, Aloy. These gifts will make the Marshals far more effective at their jobs.” Hekarro thanked Aloy profusely, clearly recognising, like Kotallo had, the show of trust and faith that Aloy was putting in him and his tribe in doing what she had.

“And far more formidable against what remains of the rebels, or any other trouble-makers.” Ivvira enthused. “I almost wish that they would try something, though, if only to see the look on their faces when we show up on our own Wings of the Ten.”

Kotallo chuckled at that, having imagined it himself.

“There’s one last thing that the Focus can do for you.” Aloy told Hekarro. “Perhaps the most important thing.”

“And what might that be?”

Activating her Focus, Aloy displayed a table containing the Latin alphabet for Hekarro, Dekka and Ivvira to look at.

“Carja glyphs?” Hekarro asked after a moment of studying the table, clearly remembering Fashav’s journal.

“The Old Ones called it the alphabet.” Aloy corrected. “It’s how they read and wrote. Each Focus contains an educational module that will teach you how to as well.”

Hekarro blinked at that, then pulled his Focus from his temple to look at it. “This little relic can teach me and my people the written language of the Old Ones?”

Aloy nodded. “Just as I learned when I was a girl. Just as Kotallo did when he joined my team.”

“Of all the things you’ve offered today, this is by far the most precious. Thank you, Aloy. We won’t forget this.”

“It’s why you were reaching out to Avad, isn’t it? To learn how, so that the Tenakth could record their history in another way, and not lose it?” Aloy asked rhetorically in return, already knowing the answer.

Hekarro simply nodded his head in answer.

“For you and the others who have a Focus, you can learn at your convenience, but for the rest of the Tenakth, I was thinking that the Chaplains could expand their duties and become teachers of the written word as well.”

“As they should.” Hekarro nodded in agreement, seeing that Aloy understood his tribe well enough to give this task to the ones best suited to it, even despite being an outlander, before turning to Dekka. “Do you agree, Chaplain?”

“I do, Chief. Thank you for this, Aloy.” Dekka offered her own thanks to the young woman for the opportunity she was giving them. “I’ll get word to Jetakka and Gerrah.”

“If you’re ever stuck, or need help, with this, or anything else, don’t hesitate to reach out.” Aloy informed Hekarro. “I’m staying in the West for now and I’m more than happy to assist wherever and however I can.”

Hekarro nodded his head. “I will keep that in mind. Thank you, Aloy.”

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“You’re more than welcome to stay here for the night, if you wish.” Kotallo told Aloy as they made their way back to where Aloy’s Sunwing was waiting, pausing as one of the guards returned Aloy’s grapple and the bag to her.

“Thanks for the offer, but I’ll have to pass. We all saw how fragile Beta was after we rescued her, and with the Base now empty, I’d rather not leave her there alone right now, at least until she’s feeling a bit better.”

They’d all seen how shaken Beta had been, and they’d kept themselves in her sights at all times those first few days after her rescue, so she knew that what had happened was real and that she was safe.

Not to mention that her nightmares continued to plague her nightly.

“I understand. Fly safe, Aloy.”

“Will do. I’ll see you in a few days with the next lot of Sunwings.” Aloy offered in parting as her Sunwing took to the skies.

ψ - σ - ρ - ξ - ζ - ε

“Erend and Alva get away okay?” Aloy asked when she returned to the Base, not surprised to find Beta in GAIA’s chamber, checking over the reinstalled AI.

“Yeah. Erend was going to escort her to the ferry to make sure she got there safely, then return to the Hidden Ember.” Beta told her sister as Aloy came to a stop beside her and embraced the younger clone from the side as she worked. “He said he’d call when he got back, so we knew he was okay.”

Beta looked up from her work, suddenly timid and uncertain about what she wanted to ask. “Hey… um… you wanna watch some eps of Second Time Around with me after dinner?”

In the past, Aloy had deemed such things as irrelevant, preferring to remain focused on the mission, so she understood Beta’s hesitance to ask her about it now, but after they’d hashed out their differences, Aloy had vowed that she would start treating Beta with the kindness that she was overdue to receive, which included showing interest in the things her sister loved.

“Sure. Why not?”

Beta beamed in response. “Really?”

“Really.” Aloy affirmed. “Though speaking of dinner…”

Beta just smiled, knowing of her sister’s love of food, and let herself be led out of GAIA’s chamber and towards the kitchen.

ψ - σ - ρ - ξ - ζ - ε

As for me, I can’t say that I’m not afraid.

What lies ahead will be harder than anything we've faced before.

But I know I can put the fear aside, because for the first time in my life... I feel like I’m not alone.

ψ - σ - ρ - ξ - ζ - ε

#horizon forbidden west #horizon burning shores #aloy x seyka #seyloy #my writing

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thenomadclan · 2 years ago

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The Day of Fathers

(A Yautja Predator Short Story)

The sounds of the plasma engine hummed through the ship, the steady like vibrations upon laying in the bed was almost relaxing or even therapeutic. Nomad slowly began to wake up, having his eyes meet a feminine pale white as snow Yautja with pink stripes. The female he was looking at was his mate Cji’ru’öld (Snow), he admired her sleeping beauty as she purred from whatever that head was dreaming. Gently he caressed his mates cheeks to her dreadlocks, while in response she sleepily leaned into the caressed palm. Gently he pressed his forehead against her which then began to wake her up, she looked in confusion but allowed it. “Mmmm what are you doing Red” she asked still trying to wake up, Nomad replied “I’m just admiring my lovely Snowflakes beauty and Grace”. She blushed/clicked in embarrassment as she placed her head against his chest, what was a moment of hiding turned into one where she began to listen to his steady heart.

Nomad didn’t pull away not pushed her off, instead let her head rest on him as he pet her dreadlocks down her back, purring lovingly. As this moment stretched longer they were met by the sound of their door WHOOSHING open, quickly Nomad looked at the sight of two red & white blurs tackling him and Snow. He groaned in pain but saw his two children, La’kee was the eldest, he was just like Nomad with long dreadlocks and red skin but the difference being the white stripes he got from his mother. Pok’I was the youngest, sporting a lightish red but had dark red stripes with white secondary stripes.:“Wake up! Father! Mother! We are almost there!” La’kee said excitedly, Nomad teasing said “Mmmmm whatever could you mean?” Trying to have his sons believe I forgot what this trip was about. “WAIT! MOTHER PLEASE DON’T TELL US FATHER FORGOT!?” Pok’I said as she was on Snow, cuddling next to her. Snow have a look of ‘okay cut it out’ to Nomad, he replied that he’s excited to bring them home and begin their first day of training.

A couple of hours later they arrived at the planet of Yautja Prime, flying directly to a city that was made as a meet up. Upon arriving at the docking port, Nomad was met with two big Yautja’s built like human tanks. As intimidating as they looked, they instantly welcomed Nomad and Snow with hugs so tight bones could accidentally turn to dust. It was Boulder & Basher, Nomads half sisters, they had been holding down the fort of Nomads Clan while he and his Mate were having some family time alone with their children. “Brother! It’s good to see you! How was trip?!” Boulder asked as she placed Nomad down while playing with her nephew and niece, much to the jealousy of Basher. “It was great, a nice vacation that was well earned. How is everyone back at the Clan?” Nomad replied as he got La’kee & Pok’I off Bolder and set them on his shoulders.

“They miss their leader, understandably having itchy trigger fingers, they are desperate for a hunt” Basher said as she put down Snow, Nomad agreed it has been awhile since a worthy hunt had been conducted. “Tell you what, why don’t you take Snow & Pok’I to the Clan to get situated while me and La’kee here do alittle bonding. I promise as soon as I’m done we will hunt something that’ll quench the thirst of the impatient hunters.” Nomad stated which Boulder and Basher were happy to report as they escorted Snow & Pok’I to their home hut. Nomad breathed easier as he held La’kee on his shoulders, walking around the streets of Yautja Primes City. His son watched as many passed by, either giving his father a dirty look or one of praise.

“Father, is being apart of your clan bad” he asked almost concerned, Nomad looked up at his son alittle worried “Never my son, being a Nomad is a great honor, being apart of a Clan that saved Yautja Prime? Who wouldn’t wanna be apart of it!” He said hoping to calm his son. “Then why do others look down on us” his son brought up, and it was a fair question as Nomad took his son off his shoulders. “La’kee I won’t lie to you, the Nomad Clan originally was that of Bad Bloods simply wanting to survive, but when pushed they pushed back harder to the point that every hated them. It was my job to redeem the clan and I did…but not without the help of your Elder Drago” Nomad said as he then showed a statue of a Yautja with a mechanical arm, samurai like armor, and a flag he held showing the clan symbol. La’kee looked up at the statue and at the words on the stone, written was the names of all the Nomad Clan that had lost their lives in the pursuit of redeeming themselves and the Clan. “Who was he to you” La’kee asked looking back at Nomad, “He was a Father that I never had” Nomad replied as he held his son close and looking up at the statue that just like Drago, forever stood tall.

-The End-

Happy Fathers Day ^^

Characters:

-Nomad (Art by Tsitra1288 on TikTok)

-Boulder & Basher (Art by Jaid_Wing)

-Snow / Cji’ru’öld

-Drago (Art by Takkel)

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#yautja #predator #the nomad clan #oc #the_nomad_clanyt #predator oc #yautja oc #short story #the nomad predator

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depressedhatakekakashi · 1 year ago

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Midnight

Iwa Gai: Midnight

Words: 2,364

Pairing: Kakagai

Characters: Maito Gai, Hatake Kakashi, Tsunade, Shizune

Eleven fifty-seven pm.

Only a few minutes left until midnight, and instead of hanging out with his friends celebrating the upcoming new year, Gai was sitting on his roof watching the stars sparkling high in the sky.

There were a hundred other things that he could be doing with his time, but this was the only place he felt some small sort of peace. The only spot in all of Iwagakure where he could be alone with all of his thoughts.

“I wonder,” his eyes scanned over the sky, taking in every single star that he could see. “Are you seeing this sky tonight? Are we watching it together?”

There weren’t a lot of things that they could do together. After all, they were technically enemies and it wasn’t as though they could go see each other whenever they wanted to. If that was an option, Gai would be in Konoha with him. He’d be holding him in his arms, kissing him, and never letting go.

He’d be waiting impatiently for the day when he got to meet their child, rather than sulking on a roof alone staring up at the stars knowing that he’d probably never get to see the child he already loved so much.

Every day away from his lover was a painful reminder of the lives they lived.

The secrecy that had to surround their relationship, to the point where Gai couldn’t even tell his closest friends that he was going to be a father because they’d all turn their backs on him and call him a traitor.

All for the crime of falling in love with someone from another village.

“What are you doing?” he asked as one of the stars sparkled under his watchful eye.

Eleven Fifty-Nine pm.

Time was ticking. Another year was coming to an end, and yet nothing had changed.

Gai would continue forward just as he always had. He’d crawl down off of this roof and join his friends in the celebration. He’d drink, cheer, laugh, and pretend that everything was alright.

Another year gone and another new year ahead of him, and it would all be exactly the same, except this time there was a child.

A little one with his blood coursing through their veins, who he would never get to see with his own eyes because as good as Kakashi was he’d never be able to keep a baby quiet long enough to get out of the village and meet him.

They’d be caught if they tried, and everything would be over for them. It simply wasn’t a risk worth taking after all of the work they’d put in to keep their little secret, even if it broke his heart knowing that he’d never get to hug his child or tell them just how much he loved them.

Twelve am.

The clock rang through the little village, alerting them to the start of a brand new year. Below him, the village erupted in cheer as the clock struck twelve, and suddenly the stars disappeared behind the blinding light of the fireworks that erupted into the air. “Ah, whatever. I’m sure you’re having fun. Anyways,” settling back in his spot, he watched as a giant green flower formed among the fireworks. “Happy New Year.”

Two twelve am.

Kakashi felt exhausted. His body ached all over and whatever drug Tsunade-sama had given him was beginning to wear off leaving him feeling more nauseous than he ever had in the past nine months. All he wanted to do was close his eyes and fall asleep, but he couldn’t.

His body may have been tired, but his mind was racing. Going a hundred miles a minute, it kept bringing up all sorts of possible scenarios as he watched Tsunade-sama and Shizune with their backs turned to him, crouched over the table they were working at.

The table where they had set everything up for the new baby.

Something’s wrong.

He shook his head, determined to ignore all of the worries swirling around in his mind. For nine months everything had been fine. He’d lived in clothes that were two sizes too big for him, and eaten food that he wouldn’t have even thought of touching before, but it was alright. He was healthy.

His kid was healthy.

It could change in a second.

Another unwanted thought that he shoved to the back of his mind. Reading all of those medical textbooks while he was off missions hadn’t done much to settle his anxieties, which seemed ridiculous when he really thought about it because he rarely allowed anything to get to him like this.

Everything could go wrong at all times. That was simply a fact of life. One mistake on a mission could result in him losing his life, or burying another precious person far too early. It had always bothered him, but he’d never allowed that information to get to him. It was simply a fact he couldn’t change.

This was different, though. The life on the line wasn’t his own or another trained shinobi, but a child.

A baby.

One small mistake on his part could cost that child their life, and he wasn’t sure that was something he could live with. Not just because it would break his own heart knowing he’d failed to protect his own child, but because he knew it would shatter Gai’s heart.

“Tsunade-sama,” he tried to sit up, but his body refused to allow him that simple movement. Every bone in his body revolted, refusing to allow him to even get an elbow under his body or lift move his head so that he could get a better view of what was going on. “I-”

“Settle down, Kakashi,” there was an unusual calmness to her voice. This wasn’t the same strained calm of the Hokage he’d come to know, or the angry calm of a woman who’d had too much to drink and had to deal with inappropriate comments from a horny man. No, this was something he’d never heard in her voice before. A calmness that most likely came from years of experience as a doctor who needed to know how to settle her patience, but which still made him feel as though he was speaking to someone completely different.

“There,” Shizune’s cheerful voice cut through his thoughts, pulling his attention to her as she turned around in her spot and began making her way toward him. “Check-up is all done.”

“Check up…” Once again he tried to sit up, and once again his body refused to allow him to do so. Instead, he was forced to lay there watching as Shizune came to a stop at his side, a little bundle of purple tucked away in her arms. “How-”

“She’s in good health,” Tsunade answered, a tender smile on her face when she turned to meet Kakashi’s eye. “Which is impressive considering I know you haven’t been doing everything I told you to, and-” she held up a hand to silence him when he tried to argue. “Don’t try to deny it. Captain Yamato has been keeping me updated. Including the little bit about hedging.”

There was no argument to be had. Kakashi had done that, but he’d made a calculated decision when his friends had insisted on taking him to the Onsen for a relaxing day. The last thing he’d wanted was to walk out with his body on display when it was a body that made him cringe to look at.

He’d just have to have a chat with Tenzo about ratting him out like that.

“You want to hold her?” looking back at Shizune, he watched as she held the little bundle out toward him. “She’s asleep right now, but we have bottles ready for when she wakes up.”

Before he could respond, Shizune was laying the bundle in his arms and helping him to adjust his hold so that the baby's head was supported in the curve of his arm. It was a little awkward at first, but as soon as he laid his eyes on her tiny face he forgot all about the way his arm ached under the extra weight.

All that mattered was her.

Her beautiful busy eyebrows that looked far too big for a newborn child, the brilliant silver hair that lay flat against her head shining under the light. Even the mole under her chin was beautiful in his opinion, and growing up he’d always hated seeing the matching mole that sat just under his bottom lip.

“She’s perfect.”

“Of course she is,” Shizune giggled. “Doesn’t every parent think that about their child?”

Thinking back to his own childhood, he couldn’t help but agree. It had always seemed to him that his father thought he was perfect, even when he could think of times when he was quite the opposite.

A parent's love was often blinding, even to the mistakes that their children made.

“Hello,” he whispered, focusing his full attention on the little one sleeping so soundly in his arms. “I- still don’t have a name for you. I’m sorry.”

“You’ll think of one,” Tsunade-sama assured him as she came up to his other side and claimed the seat at his side. A seat which she had told him before would usually be reserved for the child’s other parent, but which was left empty.

After all, the other parent couldn’t be there. Even if Tsunade-sama wanted to allow him into the village, which she had made clear she didn’t when she finally got Kakashi to admit to who it was, she couldn’t.

He was an enemy shinobi, and unless Konoha and Iwagakure suddenly decided to form an actual peace agreement rather than a flimsy truce that could crumble at any moment, he would never be allowed into the village.

So instead, Tsunade-sama claimed the seat, and Kakashi found he couldn’t complain. At least he wasn’t alone.

“Well,” leaning forward, she stared at the child lying so peacefully in Kakashi’s arms while Shizune busied herself with cleaning the table they had just used to do their check-up. “What next?”

Kakashi simply shrugged his shoulders. For once, he didn’t have a plan. Even thinking about what he wanted to do next hurt his head because half of the things on that list he’d never be able to do without causing himself a lot of pain.

Still, he needed to provide an answer. Something small to give himself a sense of direction and to provide Tsunade-sama with some assurance that he wasn’t going to pack up his life and leave now that his child was born. A worry which he had no doubt had been running through her mind from the moment he told her who the other father was.

“Next…” he whispered, thinking through all of the paths he could take. The ones that wouldn’t get him into trouble or turn his entire world upside down. “Well, I think we should let Yamato in.”

Shizune barely contained her laughter when he said that. “He is waiting outside,” she admitted with a shy smile when Tsunade-sama glanced her way. “He said he couldn’t focus knowing that his niece or nephew might be stuck with just their dad until he got the messenger bird.”

“Oh wow,” Kakashi groaned. “A whole five minutes with just me. How terrible.”

A hand came down on top of his head, ruffling his hair slightly. For a second it felt like he was five years old again and it was his weird aunt Tsunade sitting beside him, rather than the village leader.

It provided Kakashi with a comforting feeling that he hadn’t realized he was missing until that moment.

“I’ll go get him,” she said, motioning for Shizune to follow her out of the room. “And we’ll give you those five minutes before he heads in, so make sure to use them well.”

With that, they were off. The door swung open to allow for their escape and promptly swung closed behind them and suddenly Kakashi was alone. Just him and his newborn child in a large empty room.

Five minutes. That was all he had and there was so much he wanted to say. Stories he wanted to tell her about the father that she may never get the chance to meet. Promises he wanted to whisper even though he wasn’t certain he could ever keep them. A whole history of how she had come to exist in this world, and how much he already loved her.

He didn’t have the time, though.

Five minutes just wasn’t enough.

So, instead of telling her all of the things he desperately wished he could, he opted for something much simpler. Words that he hoped would follow her for the rest of her life regardless of what else happened.

“Hello,” he whispered, smiling down at her as she moved her head against his arm. “You are…” the words caught in his throat, refusing to come out until he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. They weren’t particularly hard to say, but there were so many emotions that threatened to flood out as soon as the words left his mouth. Once he was certain he’d brought his feelings back under control he opened his eyes and smiled down at her once more. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, chuckling when he heard the words falling from his mouth. “Gorgeous, in fact. He’d love you, just as I do.”

After a moment he dragged his eyes away from her adorable face and looked out the window at the night sky. “You’re probably asleep,” he spoke, knowing his words would never be heard by the one he wanted so badly to speak to, but saying them anyway. “It’s an exciting day. I suspect you’ll need your sleep so you’re ready for it,” high above in the night sky the stars twinkled. A brilliant sight that would have absorbed his attention any other night, but which seemed so dull in comparison to the tiny bundle laying in his arms.

“Happy Birthday,” he sighed as his heart ached in his chest. “I think I outdid everyone else this year for presents.”

#Au-Tober #Au-Tober 2023 #Kakagai #Iwa Gai au

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lex-play · 2 years ago

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Light My Soul on Fire pt 9

Katsuki adjusted the sleeves of his burnt orange button up as he walked, making sure they both rested right below the crook of his elbow.

Izuku had sent him an address to meet, which had surprised Katsuki a bit, having expected to meet at the little omega’s apartment. It made him all the more curious about where they were going.

Katsuki was both surprised and not surprised at all to be downtown, and once he was sure his sleeves weren’t lopsided, he pulled out his phone to see how close he was to the location.

He stopped abruptly when he realized it was right across the street.

The restaurant was cute, not very big, with string lights and vines set up around the outside in a manner that was welcoming and sweet. As Katsuki rushed across the street, he noticed a wooden a-frame sign sitting outside the open door.

Artist Exhibition Gallery

Open until midnight

Admission ¥XX

There was a small list of artists, none of which Katsuki recognized, and instead of making a fool of himself by going looking for the nerd, he pulled his phone out and sent a text.

>> I’m outside, I think.

It took a bit to get a response, long enough for Katsuki to get concerned, but eventually his phone vibrated with a message.

<< yay!

<< come inside and give the hostess your name.

<< you’re on the guest list

<< I’ll come meet you

Katsuki smiled, pocketed his phone, and walked right up to the counter where the hostess stood.

“Bakugou Katsuki,” he said, a bit impatiently. The omega hostess hadn’t said anything, instead just looked him up and down in a way that he immediately recognized. She started at his tone and moved to check the list in front of her.

“You’re a guest for Midoriya?”

The shock in her tone set his teeth on edge.

“Yes. Am I good to go in?”

She pursed her lips and nodded.

“Hey, if-“

“Kacchan!” Izuku cut off whatever the annoying extra had started to say, and Katsuki felt his annoyance melt away almost instantly.

“Hey,” Katsuki said. “You look good.”

That was putting it mildly. The little nerd looked fucking edible. The long black shirt was long in the back and sides but short in the front, which drew attention to his small waist and the white pants hugged his thighs deliciously.

“You too. I’m glad you could make it,” Izuku beamed at him before turning to the hostess, his smile sharper than before. “Enjoy your evening, Togeike.”

Katsuki stifled a laugh as Izuku linked their arms together and led Katsuki further into the restaurant.

“You know her?” Katsuki asked as he glanced around. One half of the restaurant had been cleared for the exhibition, paintings hung on the walls and propped on easels for easy display, while the other was left to its usual devices. Katsuki had never been to one of these events before, so he didn’t know if the setup was normal or not, but he liked it.

“I’ve had a few exhibits here before and she’s always worked during them. She’s…” Izuku paused, seemingly trying to find the right words. “She’s kind of off. I’m not sure if it’s just me she acts weird towards, or if it’s all of the artists, but she’s made some comments and I’ve caught her whispering to other employees while staring at me so I usually do my best to avoid her.”

Katsuki frowned and glanced back towards the front of the restaurant, only to find the omega in question staring at them with an expression Katsuki could recognize in his sleep.

Envy.

~*~*~*~*~

I’m in a bit of a bind so I’m going back to doing 500 word updates on any of my fics for $10. That includes fics on twit that I haven’t moved over yet. If anyone would like to contribute it would be super helpful and appreciated. 🥰

#mha fanfic writer #bkdk #bkdk fanfic #bkdk fic #omegaverse #omega midoriya izuku #eventual nsft #quirkless au #enigma bakugou katsuki #LMSOF #light my soul on fire

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boundless-xxx · 2 years ago

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Every time Elizabeth looked at the manor, she felt an unpleasant sensation in her stomach. She wondered what would become of her when the slaveholders discovered she didn’t know how to function in the kitchen.

Such was her anguish that Elizabeth asked for help from one of the slave women who had been a cook before ending up at Bayou Boeuf. As luck would have it, the woman gave Elizabeth an old wrinkled page book she had brought with her from her West Africa village, which nevertheless contained quite a few recipes and was useful.

Before dawn, the door of her barracks abruptly opened with a loud bang. She quickly scrambled for the book and kept it hidden under her dress.

“Rise and shine, nigger.”

The sun took the liberty of bouncing into the gloomy barracks, granting bright light and silhouetting Master Johnson. His face remained in shadow, but she could see his dirty blonde hair was wet and messy.

Some of the female slaves she shared the shack with sat up startled, but all of their eyes were on her. Elizabeth didn’t return his greeting, deciding to stay bundled in her blanket and glower. Johnson sniffed impatiently, removing his arms from the door and snapped his fingers as if expecting her to heel.

Her hands balled.

“Get up, nigga. It’s time to begin.”

Standing slowly, letting the blanket fall off her hips, she brushed lingering dirt off her clothes. Johnson snapped his fingers again, and she moved willingly—coasting to his side exactly as he wanted. He scowled; his gaze full of suspicion.

She gave him an empty smile. He wouldn’t know that by Epps’ trying to break her last night, he only gave her a new avenue of strength.

I’m ready.

For whatever he threw at me.

I’ll survive.

Until she no longer needed to try.

Running her hands through her hair, she quickly gave up with the tangles.

“You think that will save you, nigga? Lookin’ presentable?” His voice was blizzard and snow.

She didn’t say a word. He gritted his jaw and his hands curled beside his spread legs. Her muscles braced for punishment.

Without a sound, he grabbed hold of her upper arm, spun her around, and marched her backward out of the barracks. The morning sun kissed her skin and she embraced it, hugging it close, so Johnson’s ice didn’t slice her into pieces. His fingers tightened around her arm but she refused to claw at his hold.

She’ll repay in kind. Whatever she did to him in self-defense, she knew she’d get back ten times worse. But none of that mattered now because she knew how to survive.

By being above them.

By being untouchable on the inside even while they broke her on the outside.

“You think you got it all figured out, don’t ya?” Keeping her emotions buried, she stared blankly at the man who dared touch her. Johnson was cold stone with sharp contours, piercing blue eyes, gravelly voice, and imposing personality. If it wasn’t for the greed glowing in his eyes, she would’ve preferred him. But despite Epp’s granite exterior and sharpness, she knew in her heart she was better off being his plaything than this Johnson.

There was something missing inside him.

A soul.

His lips pulled into a cruel smile; his fingers tightened until every inch of her wanted to jerk away. “I get what you doin’. But mark my words. You won’t win.”

Shaking her, he unwound his fingers, then smoothed the front of his pants. The sun gleamed on the gold buckle of his belt and her heart stuttered but the jolt was over quickly as he pushed right past her. She followed him trying hard to keep up with his fast pace, like a pathetic puppy dog.

When they reached the manor, he didn’t lead her to the front but instead went through a small garden to the back door. Without saying a word, he grabbed her arm again and ushered her into the kitchen, slamming the door closed behind her.

After a few minutes, Elizabeth managed to calm down and thought it best to start preparing breakfast without wasting time. She tried to memorize where the spices were, where they kept the food and managed to light the fire.

There was a deafening silence in the house, but she soon realized that she was not the only slave there. While cooking, she noticed a few slaves moving about the house silently, their heads bowed and avoiding all eye contact.

While she made sure breakfast didn't get cold, a female slave walked into the kitchen. She was dark, slim, and her hair was cut short to her scalp. There was an air of loftiness in her movement, that neither labor, nor weariness, nor punishment was able to destroy. Elizabeth greeted her and tried to introduce herself, but the woman was startled in fright. She put a finger to her lips for Elizabeth to be silent, ignoring her and took the dishes that were prepared.

Elizabeth remained locked inside the kitchen, assuming that her task would be there the entire day. A few hours later, the same woman who had served breakfast appeared and informed Elizabeth of the lunches and dinners that Master Epps liked. She could hardly memorize half of the dishes she listed and before leaving, the woman told Elizabeth to prepare plenty of food for dinner because he was expecting guests.

Elizabeth got to work. She remembered O’s words and had to admit that working in the house was going to be much easier to survive. The chances of her being whipped or even falling ill were low now that she wasn’t constantly under the watchful eye of all the slave masters.

As it began to get dark, deep male southern voices filled the house. She couldn’t hear them clearly except when they laughed in unison or sang some song.

The woman who was in charge of serving came back into the kitchen. She looked at the plates that were ready to take and turned to Elizabeth and whispered that it was a good thing that she had made enough food. Inside, Elizabeth felt some relief because she was scared that it wasn't enough. It gave her time to prepare more dishes and get the cake out of the oven before the woman came back. Despite what the woman had said, the food disappeared without having any intention of being left over. She worked like a madwoman carrying rations and seemed a little more nervous than necessary.

When dinner was coming to an end, the woman was ordered to get more drinks from down in the cellar, leaving Elizabeth to bring out the sweet potato pie. “Be discreet an don’t make no mistakes... Don't look at nobody either," she warned Elizabeth before going down below.

Elizabeth’s legs began to tremble. "It's just a matter of bringing a piece of cake," she thought, trying to calm down. She swallowed hard and with her head bowed she headed to the dining room with the plate in her hand. Arriving at the door, she saw that the white men had taken off their jackets. They had on their shirts of white linen or cotton, with high turnover collars. They spoke and laughed in such casual tones. Epps presided over the table with another man, who was the only one that looked serious.

There was a male slave at the end of the table, dressed in brown and red livery pulling at a rope. Elizabeth did a quick glance up to see that it was attached to a wooden panel mounted on the dining room ceiling, acting as a fan to create a breeze.

She approached carefully, leaving the cake on the table. The owner’s gaze immediately shifted from her hands directly to her eyes. His pupils dilated and his smile widened, giving him that perverse aspect, she had seen before. She looked away and left the room quickly.

Before it was midnight, the guests left, and the house fell silent. That was when the woman who had helped her all day showed up. "My name’s Patsy," she whispered softly.

“Elizabeth." She replied, trying to exchange a glance with her.

The back door of the villa opened, and Johnson broke into the kitchen, startling both of the women.

"You," he said, pointing his finger firmly at Patsy. Her eyes widened in fear. “Orders of Master Epps go on, get. Return to the barracks. Mastah Epps don't want you hangin’ around his house.”

Patsy nodded, and the overseer slammed the door behind him loudly. Without questioning his orders, Patsy started to clean up quickly with Elizabeth imitating her. When the kitchen was spotless, Patsy said goodbye but Elizabeth quickly grabbed onto her arm. "Wait... Where are you going?" she asked nervously.

“To sleep. You heard Massa Johnson, you stay ‘ere.”

“Why? Where have the others gone? Why can't I go with them?”

Patsy let out a tired laugh and then gave her a curious look. "I don't know, but you is lucky. This here’s less cold than in the barracks... even in the cella’. You gotta do what they tell you," she said.

When the door closed behind her, it left an unpleasant silence and Elizabeth suddenly felt very alone.

After cleaning and making sure the candles in the kitchen were out, she silently went down the wooden stairs that led to the cellar to sleep. It was gloomy, damp and only illuminated by faint candlelight. On the walls there were some shelves with liquors from all sources. There was a window which hardly any outside light would enter. It looked more sinister than the little shack she had been sleeping in before. The only difference was she wasn’t alone and now thought she wasn't lucky as that woman had said.

She sat on the stiff mattress that creaked from the wood, despite her light weight. She was so exhausted that the minute she closed her eyes she fell fast asleep.

“Wake up, Elizabeth,” a low soft voice whispered.

She tossed and turned in her bed, fighting something in

her head, but she didn’t know what it was.

“Come on, darling. Wake up, you’re dreaming,” it said

Again.

She felt a large warm hand gently shake her shoulder. And then, finally, her eyes opened and she jack-knifed out of bed, her loud gasps on the verge of screams as she tried to cling to her state of sudden reality.

“Hey, Elizabeth, it’s okay. It was only a dream.”

And then, she felt a familiar warm hand on her back, rubbing softly up and down, and she was calm almost immediately.

She looked over to find Josh sitting up in bed, concern on his face as he tried to comfort her. A huge wave of relief abruptly washed over her as her hand reached up to touch his stubble covered face.

He felt real.

This felt real.

And when Elizabeth finally came to that conclusion, she quickly clutched onto him,

holding him as tight as she could so that he could never let go, instantly melting when her skin connected with his body heat.

So real.

“Hey, what’s wrong? What happened?” he asked her

softly with that same concern in his voice again.

It made her want to cry.

“I just had the most horrifying dream ever.”

“You’re okay, Elizabeth. Everything is fine,” Josh said

reassuringly.

God, just hearing his voice was a symphony of relief, a chorus of salvation.

It gave her the soothing confirmation that she was safe, that she wasn’t a slave and that she was home …where she belonged.

“I know,” She said, sniffling back tears, thankful none of it was real.

He pulled back, taking her face in his hands, and softly rubbed her cheeks with his thumbs. “Tell me what happened,” he said.

“I dreamed I… I went back in time. To the 1800s and I was a slave! And I was sold to this man. This horrible man and I …”

She suddenly felt strange.

Like sick to her stomach strange.

“And what, Elizabeth?” Josh pressed.

“And …” She tried to continue with her story, but her stomach continued to ache with a strange pressure that seemed to wrap itself entirely around her torso. She suddenly couldn’t breathe; she felt the panic rise as her blood rushed and her heart began to race.

Darkness shrouded her vision, and she could no longer see Josh.

“Josh?” She called out to him, but there was no answer. “Josh!”

She felt the pressure grow until her limbs gradually locked in place. Something was constricting her, coiling and tightening around her like a boa constrictor, squeezing the life out of her.

“No, no, no, no!” She screamed.

It wasn’t real.

It wasn’t supposed to be real.

Darkness consumed her until she felt invaded by it. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see, yet all she could hear was a hauntingly familiar voice echoing in the background.

“Mine,” it kept saying. “All mine.”

She fought with all her might to move, but not a single muscle was able to penetrate the force. She couldn’t even scream.

Jolting from the bed, she woke up. She was a sweaty mess, her chest heaved as she sucked in heavy breaths. Her heart raced as she put her head in her hands trying to calm down.

Heavy footsteps from above startled her even more. She looked up, the sound coming from the wooden stairs getting louder and closer. Tears poured from her eyes as she realized that dream had been the false one, and she was still trapped in her nightmare.

Quickly, Elizabeth got out of the bed wiping her tears away but she froze. Before she could even see him, she felt his presence.

The atmosphere turned thick with tension, heavy with expectation.

Epps reached the bottom step. His clothes were wrinkled, his white collar shirt was unbuttoned and his hair was tousled some of it sticking to his forehead that glistened with sweat, his eyes glazed over, shiny and unfocused and by the way his body swayed, he was clearly intoxicated.

He looked left, then right, as if searching for something. She thought he was looking for something to drink but his cold eyes locked on hers. Her heart raced as he walked slowly towards her, closing the distance between them.

A furious shadow darkened his face. "Where the bones from dinner?" His tone was anger tempered with restraint. She knew it from their past encounters.

Her throat closed up. For a second, she just stared at him, paralyzed by terror. She couldn’t hear anything but the roaring of her own heartbeat in her ears.

He sighed heavily, and stepped closer, crowding her. “When I ask you a question, I expect a verbal answer. Is that understood?” he practically growled.

“Yes, master.”

He glared down at her, a warning clear across his face. “The bones from dinner are for my dogs... Where are they?”

She swallowed and answered him in a weak voice trying to apologize. "I threw them away. I didn't know—"

He tutted under his breath. “Well that’s the problem, ain’t it? You don’t know. You think you do. You think all of this is a joke.”

She shook her head violently. “No! I don’t! I swear I—

His hand lashed out grabbing by her throat. “I done told Pats, she told you and don’t you dare call her a liar!” His voice was a low snarl and filled with a devious danger she didn’t want to experience.

“She didn’t tell me anything,” Elizabeth said between breaths. “I didn’t know—”

His other hand quickly found its way into her hair and yanked hard, effectively shutting her up.

“You wanna keep arguin’ with me and make it worse?” he asked menacingly, his lips grazed over her jaw.

“No.” she breathed.

“Then learn to shut your mouth.”

She sniffed back her angry tears as she sank her teeth into her tongue. She didn’t think it was possible to hate this man anymore than she already did.

He released his grip around her throat but kept his fingers wrapped tight in her hair, burning her scalp. He practically dragged her backward, his grip on her hair was so tight it blinded her with pain. She couldn’t help but groan in agony as he kept his arm down at his side, she had to crouch and walk at the same time. He dragged her along up the stairs and through the house. He didn’t even wait for her to back-peddle, just clutched her hard, dragging her like a dead corpse. She struggled to keep up, stumbling until they were outside.

His shoes crunched against the dirt. “You ain’t never goin grasp the depth of what all this means til you been educated. You done pissed me off so much so that—” Slamming to a halt, he shoved her shoulder blades. “Get on your knees.”

She wheeled forward, crashing from standing to landing on all fours.

No!

She winced as the gravel bit into her palms; her knees throbbed as sharp pebbles cut into her skin. She looked up, her face swollen and achy from unpermitted tears welling as deep as a bottomless lake.

The was the truth. This humiliation and admittance of power.

Epps towered above her, his legs planted wide, face etched in livid anger. “I’m a firm advocator of rewardin’ good behavior but after tonight you proven there’s nothin’ to reward. You’re a wild, unwillin’, spoiled nigger who’ll learn her place.”

Leaning down, he grabbed her hair, jerking it hard. She couldn’t speak. Her throat was pulled back, the pressure stopping all sounds and swallows. “I have a good mind to whip you right here. To break whatever sense of entitlement or hope you’re holdin’ onto.” He shook her.

Her eyes watered in pain. When she remained silent, he snarled, “You sleepin’ with the dogs. They have better obedience than you niggers, perhaps you can learn from them on what I expect.”

She sniffed, fighting so hard against the tears.

She didn’t even care that she wouldn’t sleep in a bed. She was past worrying about sanitary conditions or nutritious food. All she wanted was freedom. All she needed was some time alone to gather her scattered self-worth and remember who she was.

“Move,” Epps breathed, his beloved silence smoothing his outburst from before. “Don’t make me show you how a good dog moves.”

He wants you to crawl.

He wants to destroy you.

Using her hair as the leash, Epps paced beside her as she went from stationary to crawling. She crawled like an animal. She crawled like a pet. She crawled from the house passing the trees and cotton fields all the way to the kennel.

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radiant-reid · 2 years ago

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BAU Boys

request: Hey! I loved your fic with Hotch and Reid, could you write a fic with Morgan, Hotch, Reid, and ofc y/n? Maybe some (or not just some) spit kink/cum play/Reid on his knees?

i didn't make this spencer x reader romantically like i usually do so i hope that's okay

Summary: Staying late at Rossi's with your favorite colleagues really pays off

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Aaron Hotchner x Derek Morgan x Fem!Reader (SMUTTT)

Content Warnings: omg, where to start? alcohol consumption and the smut: | unprotected penetrative sex, (protected) anal sex, oral f/m giving/receiving, spit kink, lots of cum play, degradation and maybe a little humiliation, a lot of praise, some choking, so much teasing/dirty talk |

Word Count: 6.7k and it's just filth

You should have known choosing to stay at Rossi's with just Spencer, Morgan, and Hotch would lead to trouble.

Rossi, your fabulous host, had gone to his room, insisting on his old-man bedtime, and left the four of you on the outdoor couches around his massive firepit.

How hot they are, the heat from the open flames and the alcohol makes it difficult to concentrate. You've been alone with each of them on cases, but something about tonight feels different. It's a mix of Morgan's flirting, Hotch's hand on your back lower back whenever he walks past you, and Spencer having played footsies with you under the table that's got you hot and bothered.

"Let's play truth or dare," Morgan suggests, and you know where the evening is going. One way or another, you're going to end up sleeping with one- or hopefully, more than one- of them.

You've thought about it before. Hotch has the dominant, authoritative thing going on where you can't help but imagine him barking orders at you in bed like he does at unsubs. Morgan can be like that, but he's got a prevalent flirty side, and you have no doubt that he's experienced enough to make you cum in every position. Then there's Spencer... sweet Spencer, who, you're sure, knows more than he's letting on and absolutely has a submissive side.

You thought Hotch, at least, would object to the game, calling it childish as he had on more than one occasion, but he doesn't. "But if you don't want to answer, you can drink instead." Hotch proposes, although it sounds more like a strict rule when it's coming from his mouth.

"I'm done for whatever." You agree too strongly, but it's very intentional.

"I might need more convincing," Spencer complains, but he's bluffing, you can tell.

You reach over to touch his knee, holding it for slightly longer than would be appropriate in a professional setting. "I'm sure we can figure that out." You say, glancing between Hotch and Morgan who absolutely know what you're talking about.

Spencer's Adam's apple bobs as he gulps. "Thanks."

"I'm going first." Morgan declares, clearly having a question in mind, as is evident by his excessive grinning. "Pretty boy, truth or dare?"

"Seriously?" Spencer asks, huffing. You all knew Morgan would choose him first, probably to start off with a low-key but sexual question. "Truth."

His question is just as you expected. "Did you ever lose that v-card of yours?" He asks with zero hesitation.

"Morgan." You tell him off, leaning across to hit him on the shoulder. "Don't pick on him."

"Answer the question." Hotch orders, and your eyebrows raise as you sneak a glance at him.

He's either curious, or he already knows the answer. You can't tell which. "No," Spencer states firmly. "I mean yes, I lost it. I'm not a virgin."

"Your turn." Morgan reminds him, impatiently tapping his foot.

You're close to asking him what exactly has him so excited, but then Spencer chooses one of you. "Hotch."

"Truth." Your boss picks.

The question that comes out of Spencer's mouth is not what you would expect by a long shot. "What's the largest age gap you've had between you and a partner?" He asks, before clarifying, "A sexual partner."

You almost want to hug him for asking, as if he'd done it for your benefit, but you contain yourself. "20 years." He answers, eyes fixed on you. His expression is pure lust, and you know you're in.

You are so in.

And you could not be more thrilled about it. His intense gaze makes your whole body heat up, and your underwear dampens.

"Y/n." Of course, he'd choose you, able to read your expression just like how you're reading his.

You're going to tease him. It's game on. You just can't help it, keep him on his toes, humble him a little. "Dare. I'm not a wimp like either of you." To further push your luck, you not-so-sneakily touch Spencer's thigh again, watching how it's making Hotch clench his jaw with jealousy.

"Bring your smart mouth here then." He responds with a challenge, standing up as you do. He looks thoroughly delectable with his sleeves rolled up, his forearms on full display.

Morgan, scoffing at your boldness, and Spencer, eyes wide, watch the interaction play out eagerly. Of course, it would be your boss who set the tone of the evening.

You walk over to him confidently, only stopping when your shoes are an inch from his. It's a bluff, a large one. Standing in front of him makes you feel tiny more so now than at work. You're breathing gets increasingly unsteady when he grabs your jaw between his index finger and thumb and he holds you there, prolonging your intense eye contact.

Somehow, you want to squirm away from and get closer to him and his addicting cologne.

Involuntarily, you let out a whimper, earning a smirk from him. The world slips away from you for the half minute that you stand there, completely freezing.

Then he lets go, leaving your skin hot and your mouth open in astonishment. "That's what I thought," Hotch says calmly. You're pretty sure he sits back down to hide his hard-on, but you're still too stunned to move. His smirk is smugger than you've ever seen it.

When you sit back down, Morgan's chuckling, enjoying your reaction. "Y/n?" He says, getting you to nod, your attention finally back on him. "Your turn."

"Spencer Reid." You turn to him, knowing you'll be going against the 'don't tease Spencer' policy you set for Morgan.

"Truth." He decides, not deterred by your name-calling.

It's the answer you're looking for. "What's the dirtiest thing you've ever thought about me?"

Without hesitation, he reaches for his drink, taking a sip of his fruity cocktail. "Nope." He says, taking full advantage of the 'out' clause set by Hotch.

"Seriously?" You scoff, hitting him on the shoulder playfully. Now you're even more interested.

"Morgan." Spencer chooses.

"Truth." He says, confirming that, ironically, you're the only one with balls.

"What is...your favorite sex position?" He asks. It's a seemingly innocent question, much tamer than the eyefucking, or whatever that was, that occurred between you and Hotch

But Morgan takes it a step further, getting up from where he's sitting and holding his hand out for you to take. "I'll show you." He says, looking at Spencer.

You take his hand cautiously, but with anticipation of him doing something to you like Hotch did. You're hoping it involves his arms around you in some form because his strong arms are mouthwatering.

He doesn't. Instead, he pulls you to the side, grinning at you. "Thanks, princess." He winks, handing you over to Hotch.

Before you can ask what's happening, Hotch has you in his lap, one hand holding your waist as you face forward for the Morgan/Spencer show.

Spencer's just as stunned as you were with Hotch as Morgan puts him on his hands and knees like he's a ragdoll before getting on his knees behind Spencer and pushing his hips against his ass. He waits for a beat to make sure Spencer's comfortable with it before pushing his head against the fabric of the outdoor couch.

"Does that answer your question?" Morgan asks, mostly rhetorically because Spencer is hard. Very, very hard. The question makes him let out a moan that he quickly tries to disguise.

As you giggle at his pathetic attempt to hide his pleasure, Hotch's grip on your waist tightened. It's innocent enough until you wiggle around enough to feel how hard he is, just what you're looking for.

"Caused a problem for me, baby." He tells you, shifting your hair on the left side of your shoulder to the side. You're grateful you chose an emerald green, sleeveless, silk blouse with an open back in the morning. You're also grateful you picked a matching set of underwear that you're sure is about to make an appearance.

"I can tell." You say simply, not even turning your head to look at him. You're too focused on the glorious sight in front of you of Morgan practically dry-humping Spencer, drilling home -quite literally- what his favorite position is.

The remark isn't what he's looking for, and he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, making you whimper slightly.

Not one to fold so easily, you continue pushing his buttons. "Sounds like you should fix it." You tell him.

He grips your jaw like he did before, tilting your chin around as far as it can go so he can stare into your eyes while he reprimands you. "That's not courteous."

"I'm sure your hand would work fine." You persist, rolling your ass backward against the hard length poking through his pants. "Surely you've done it enough times thinking about me. In hotel rooms after a long hot day in Texas." Hotch barely flinches ever, but when he gulps then, you know your suspicions about that day was right. Back then, a few months ago, he was squirming at the lowcut top you'd worn just for him. "What else to do think about?" You bait him to keep going.

"Making you absolutely weak in the knees." He tells you, hand sneaking onto your thigh. "Which I think..." He pauses for a moment, pushing his hand further up, bunching your skirt up before nudging the pad of his thumb against your underwear. "Worked."

You're forcing yourself not to cave so easily. "That's not very descriptive, Aaron." You chide, purposefully lowering your voice as you say his first name.

He's not holding it together as well as you are- or are pretending to- and he juts his hips into yours with a guttural groan. "You want descriptive?" He asks.

"What part of what I just said was unclear?" You ask, grinning as you piss him off.

His fingernails are pressing so firmly into your thigh that you know he'll leave nail-shaped imprints. "Seeing how you behave, I definitely think about spanking your ass bright red until you learn to stop being a brat, and then shoving my cock so far down your throat that you can't make any more smart comments, and finally, fucking you so hard that there's not a single thought in that pretty head of yours."

You mewl at his words, and you know it's giving him the upper hand, but you need something more than sitting on his lap, feeling his hard cock against your back.

"That's what I thought," Aaron says smugly. "Don't even need my cock in you to have you desperate. Going to beg for me?"

You scoff, making sure he can see you roll your eyes. "Not yet." You answer. "Ever considered it's that that's turning me on?" You ask, tipping your head towards the scene playing out in front of you.

Morgan's in the position you bet Aaron wishes he was in, fingers threaded through Spencer's curls to force more cock down his throat. It's definitely contributing to how turned on you are, but nothing's affecting you as much as Aaron.

When Morgan catches you looking he winks, tugs Spencer's eager mouth off him, and holds his jaw. It gives you a full view of just how big his cock is, confirming what Penelope had hypothesized a while ago. You're excited to have it inside you or Aaron's or Spencer's. Or any one of their fingers. Or anything.

Spencer doesn't even shut his mouth, and it makes it easy for Morgan to spit into it.

"That too?" Aaron asks, noticing your obvious reaction to the act. "Didn't know you were so filthy, Ms. L/n."

"You're a pretty shitty profiler then." You snap back.

He grabs your cheek roughly, holding you in place, and you allow yourself a glance down at his thick, long fingers. "You know what I think?" He asks, not giving you enough time to think of or articulate a smart-mouth answer. "This whole brat act you have going on, it's just a front for you worrying you're not going to be as good at sucking cock as Spencer is."

"I should put that to the test." You decide, and he raises his eyebrows in surprise, anticipating you getting down on your knees. "And go suck Derek's cock."

"Get up." He demands, dominant tone so prevalent. You're unsure of what he's doing, and it's evident on your face. Instead of letting you go to Derek, Aaron nods at him. "Inside?" He offers. You spin around in your heels to look at him, trying to read what he's thinking. "Do you want Dave watching?" He asks rhetorically.

Your eyes snap to the window of Rossi's bedroom, worried he's standing there in a matching pajama set and one of those old stripy hates with a pompom at the end (what you guess he sleeps in) and judging- while also being supportive- of all four of you.

Thankfully, he's not, but you realize it's better to not risk it. Spencer's thinking the same thing, getting off his knees, which are probably sore from the stone patio tiles.

Aaron grabs his glass of scotch and Spencer's ice water in one hand, nudging you to follow Derek and Spencer with a hand on your ass. "Are you going to be good?" He asks, leaning down so you can feel his breath hot against your neck.

"No." You answer honestly, not deterred by his tight squeeze on your ass.

"Good." He says with a grin. "Are you going to let me do whatever I want to you?"

Your stomach clenches with excitement as he says that. "Yes." You tell him because you're already putty in his hands, without him touching you under your clothing.

"Stop." He demands, when you reach the door of the bedroom that Derek and Spencer are in. You look up at him with a frown, worried he'll walk you to the next bedroom and you won't get to spend the night with all of them, but he walks in and puts the glasses down on the nightstand. Your confusion only increases with his next instruction. "Hands and knees." Regardless, you follow it, waiting for the next one. "Crawl."

You do as he instructs without hesitation as all of them watch while they stand in front of the bed. "So she can follow instructions." Derek jokes, clearly having paid more attention to you are Aaron outside than you were paying to him. "On your knees, baby." He instructs.

You oblige, switching from Aaron to Derek smoothly. He runs his thumb over your bottom lip, and you know what he's looking for: a trial run, a chance to test if your cock-sucking skills are enough for him to let you have a turn giving him head.

You take it into your mouth, swirling your tongue over the smooth skin, but he pushes down on the bottom row of your teeth after a second, forcing- with no objections- your jaw down. The air in the room dries your mouth out until he holds it like Aaron had, bending down to do to you what he had done with Spencer, and you feel his warm saliva coating your tongue.

Aaron steps closer, having his turn. The slight scotch taste still in his mouth is what you've been awaiting. He guides Spencer's head down by his hair so he, too, can spit on your tongue. It's not gross, like it might be with someone else. The warm mix of all three of them is delightful.

"Going to swallow?" Aaron temps, raising his eyebrow.

It's not really a question. Of course, you're going to. All you've wanted since Aaron first held your jaw was to feel a mix of three of them coating your throat. "Always." You say, winking up at them.

"Let's test that out." Aaron prompts, nodding down towards his pants. You know you're still going to tease him, and you only palm his prominent bulge.

You continue your intense eye contact with him while you listen to Derek giving Spencer instructions. "Get up on the bed, pretty boy."

Aaron takes his eyes off you for a moment, and yours follow where he's looking, directly at Derek. "Check the drawer," Aaron tells him, nodding to the bedside table on the left side.

Derek does, showing all three of you what Aaron has prior knowledge of being in the drawer: condoms and lube. Everything you need for a good night.

You chuckle up at Aaron as you go to unbutton and unzip his pants. "How'd you know that was there?"

"Lucky guess." He shrugs. "I promise I don't bring random people here and have sex with them." He assures you, delicately brushing a finger through your hair. "Why? Are you jealous?"

You shake your head. "I can share and be shared." You joke regarding the situation in the room. "Plus, if it actually is as big as it feels, any girl you bring here or anywhere else should have the opportunity to have it inside them."

He's never done well with compliments, and he laughs slightly, unable to hide his blushing. It's so beautiful because of its rarity. You just enjoy it instead of commenting on it, unbuckling his belt.

"Wait, stop." He says quickly, and you pull away. It's an odd situation to be in, especially since he's your boss, and you completely understand if he has changed his mind. He notices the concern on your face and strokes his thumb over your cheek to show you he's okay. "Stand up." He requests, helping you up with his other hand.

"Are you okay?" You double-check.

He nods slightly before he dips his head, avoids bumping your noses together, and kisses you. You shouldn't be so shocked since your lips were a couple of inches away from his on the couch, but it takes you a half-second to kiss him back.

It's a delicate and surprisingly innocent kiss for the position you were just in, and he looks shy when he pulls back, avoiding eye contact. It's a side to him that you've never seen before, like the wall of authoritative command has wavered, and it's attractive. "Sorry, I just don't like to...you know..." He trails off sheepishly.

You fill in the blanks in your head, leaning up to kiss him yourself. You always knew he was a softy. "It's okay." You assure him. "Can I?" You ask, hooking your fingers into his belt.

"Please." He nods. You don't even get back down to your knees before both of you are distracted by Spencer on his hands and knees, his loud moan, and the beautiful sight of Derek's fingers in his ass. His index and middle finger pump in and out at a speed that makes your knees weak, from watching, clearly hitting a spot inside Spencer that makes him crazy.

Derek praises him, running his large palm over his arched back. "Such a good boy." He says, putting another finger in Spencer's ass. His moans are shameless, different from how soft-spoken he usually is.

"You're going to have to be quieter than that." Aaron comments, sneaking a hand under your shirt to touch your bare skin so he can keep you close to him.

"Can't think of a good way to shut him up, Hotch?" Derek prompts with a sly grin. "His mouth is extraordinary."

Aaron plays it casually, too, and Spencer's hips search for friction on the bed at the objectification. "If you're going to fuck him, I'm going to need to."

"Oh, I'm going to fuck him," Derek assures him, making Spencer whine pitifully, and roll his hips back. "Be good." He chastises as he slips his fingers out and takes off his pants.

"Promise, promise," Spencer begs as Derek uses one of the many, many condoms on the table.

Aaron looks to you. "Mind if I put that sharing theory to the test?"

You gulp, your mouth drying up. Just seeing Derek fuck Spencer is going to be hot, but throw in Aaron as well? Yup, that could be straight out of a sex dream. "Go for it." You say weakly.

Aaron holds you tightly to him, not wanting you to feel left out. He leans down to kiss Spencer like he had done with you while you take his pants off for him.

You kiss up his neck as he does so until you can whisper into his ear, "Proud of you."

He knows what you mean because he told you all about his abusive, poor excuse for a father who hated that he liked boys, as well as girls, and beat him into repression.

He stands back up again, locking eyes with Derek before they both push inside Spencer. His moans without a cock in his mouth must be impressive because even with Aaron hitting the back of his throat, he's loud

Derek stays in him, unmoving for him to adjust to the size of his thick cock. Aaron doesn't, starting with shallow thrusts into his mouth. "Guide him." He tells you, taking your hand and threading it through Spencer's hair.

When he nods, you do so, tightly grasping his hair to make him whimper around Aaron's length, which, in turn, makes him groan. Derek's thrusts implement much more movement of Spencer's mouth around Aaron than your fingers do, but you keep them there because he looks so pretty that you can't help the need to touch him.

Aaron's head tilts to you when Spencer can no longer keep his eyes open, and he kisses you more passionately that time, tongue slipping into your mouth and teeth clashing. It's rough, and all that you want from him.

"I want you to cum in my mouth." You tell him when you both have to pull back to get some air, breathless.

He tears his eyes away from you, tugging Spencer off him, hopefully, to oblige your request. Spencer actually looks upset, like he's done something wrong, and Aaron quickly assures him that it's quite the opposite. "You did so well." Then he looks up at Derek, who's pounding into Spencer. "You were right."

Spencer mewls at the praise, and you're too focused on how cute he looks to notice Aaron's expression darkening until he pushes you to the floor. His hand rests against your cheek before he pulls back and slaps you so lightly it's almost a stroke.

"Making demands isn't cute." He warns, darkened eyes staring into your soul.

He's perfect in any form, but the back-and-forth repartee, you winding him up and his retaliations, continues to get you hot and bothered. "So you don't want to cum in my mouth?" You ask. "Because this." You pause to stroke pump his length, coated with Spencer's spit, up and down. "Says otherwise." He groans from you stroking your finger over the tip, and you decide he's in a position compromised enough for you to push him more. "Still got tough enough to follow through on your promise of shutting me up?"

"Yes." His voice snaps at the same time his hips do into your mouth. You flatten your tongue along the underside of his cock, taking as much of him into your mouth as you can.

He's rougher with you than he was with Spencer, but he doesn't push into your mouth too far, aware of his size. He tangles his fingers through your hair, pulling it up into a ponytail so he can thrust in and out of your mouth. You don't go against his rhythm, but you take more of his cock down your throat each time, and by his raised eyebrows, impressing him greatly.

On the bed next to you, Derek has Spencer in the exact position he was in on the couch, fucking him lighter than before, teasing Spencer by not letting him cum. It doesn't stop him from loudly moaning, meeting Derek's thrusts by rocking his hips back.

You only have to gag a few times around Aaron's length, fondle his balls, and wink at him before he's coating your throat with another type of his bodily fluids.

As promised, you keep your lips wrapped around him as you swallow all of his warm cum, winking up at him. "Good?" You ask as you pull off, but you already have your answer from the look on his face.

"I mean, Spencer got me most of the way there." He jokes with you, looking back at Spencer on the bed, who's getting railed into next week with the pace of Derek's thrusts.

When he helps you up, you punch him on the shoulder. "You jerk."

"I'm going to fuck you later." He promises, wrapping his arm around your waist and leaning forward to kiss you again. That time, you pull away from the kiss, grab his jaw, and spit into his mouth, no doubt letting him taste his own cum. He groans after you do so. "Play with Spencer." He insists, pushing you onto the bed.

Cruelly, Derek's pulling out of Spencer, having cum inside him without letting him cum.

Aaron goes to sit on the armchair in the room, needing a moment before he fulfills his next promise, and you stand at the edge of the bed.

You cup Spencer's cheeks at the edge of the bed while he stands up on his knees, rocking slightly. "So precious." You coo, smiling at his fucked-out state. He's painfully hard, and you love to tease.

Derek comes to stand behind you after disposing of his condom, completely naked, and he starts kissing your neck. You reach around to feel the muscles of his stomach, having seen them without being able to touch so many times. Your lips stay on Spencer's, gauging how submissive he is by how much control of the kiss he's giving you.

Derek and Spencer lift your shirt over your head together, both of them kissing every inch of bare skin while the compliments flow. Derek takes Spencer's hand from your waist, holding it against the clasp of your bra.

"Take it off her." He prompts before chuckling. "If you know how."

Spencer huffs, turning back to glare at him. "I've taken bras off before." He declares.

"I'm teasing, silly," Derek says, moving his hand off Spencer's in favor of cupping his cheek.

You move slightly out of the way when you see the look in Spencer's eyes, probably mirroring Derek's. It's a desire for more than the physical side of sex. There's an emotional longing, and you watch right next to you as Derek pulls his face closer. He doesn't hesitate to dive in and kiss him for the first time.

You cup Derek's cheek as they kiss, proud of him for overcoming the traumas of his childhood, like you're proud of Aaron for doing the same thing. From your glance at Aaron in the corner, you know he's thinking the same thing, and you can also see his longing for Spencer.

Derek and Spencer's kiss only lasts a few seconds, although you're sure it won't be the only one of the night. Then Aaron's up standing again, determined to tease Spencer since you're too stunned to.

Derek's hands leave you and he takes Aaron's seat, watching you three work in tandem. Aaron undoes your bra with the help of Spencer's hand before they each squeeze one of your tits.

You throw your head back onto Aaron's shoulder when he pinches at your nipple. "Responsive." He praises, enjoying toying with you.

When you look down, Spencer's looking at you like your tits are the first pair he's ever seen, totally astonished. "You're so beautiful." He tells you sweetly.

"You are, sweetheart." You reply. "Such pretty moans, too."

Aaron's voice in your ear surprises you, his body heat making your knees weak. "Want to hear more?" He offers.

"What? You're going to fuck Spencer before me?" You complain. Just the words make Spencer whimper, and you don't blame him. You can't wait to have his cock in you either.

Aaron's hand travels upwards until it's resting against your throat, and he squeezes as lightly as he had slapped you, experimental. You rock your hips back against his.

"Yup, I'm sticking to an order." He scolds you. "Suck it up and wait or get nothing."

Playing him is what you do well, and you whimper softly. "I'll wait." You agree, moving out of the way so he can kiss Spencer. When he's distracted by his cock stirring, you walk over to where Derek's sitting.

"Hi, baby." He says, looking up at you as one of his hands curls around the back of your thigh. You catch the glances he's sneaking, indiscreetly, at your tits. "Come here to seduce your second choice?"

"Never my second choice, Der." You assure him. "I do think it's only fair I get fucked at some point."

He nods in agreement. "I do think that's very reasonable. But to avoid Hotch's wrath at me having you first, I'm going to need some persuading."

You can give that to him easily, especially when he's getting hard from staring at your tits.

You rest his hands on your waist, shocked, like you were with Aaron's, at how big they are against your skin. "Unlike the lap dances I'm sure you usually get, you can touch me." You tell him.

"Baby, there's no competition." He assures you, that signature Derek Morgan smirk directed at you. It fills you with confidence, and there is no confidence boost like one coming from someone as charming as him.

You're determined to make it fantastic anyway, moving your body sensually against his. You run your hands down his chest, feeling those delicious rock-hard abs before rolling your ass against his cock. With a wide smile, he just watches you, hands following your movements. Turning your head to the side, you suck on his neck like he had been doing to yours.

You get sidetracked by Spencer's beautiful mouth and its sounds again. He's getting his prostate pummeled by Aaron, eyes rolled back so far into his head that you’re sure they’ll stay like that.

"Want a turn?" He offers you, noticing how turned on you are from watching everyone fuck Spencer.

"Please." You beg, placing your hand on top of his, and pushing it up your thigh.

He squeezes your thigh, turning you around. His fingers drag the zip of your skirt down, and you step out of it when it lands on the floor, nude aside from your underwear.

"God." He mutters, eyes all over your figure. "You are gorgeous." You grin at him, spinning around. "Going to believe me next time I tell you that?" He asks, pulling you closer to him by your hips before grabbing the back of your knees, so you're kneeling on either side of his thighs.

You laugh. "Yeah, maybe I will."

"Going to ride me? Or I can fuck you into that mattress." He offers, fingers moving across your lower stomach, barely nudging the waistband of your panties.

You look behind at Aaron and Spencer, and you have your answer. "There."

Derek doesn't struggle to pick you up as he gets up, his hardened cock resting against the wettest spot of your panties. He dumps you onto the mattress, standing back to take your panties off.

When he goes to grab a condom, you stop him. "You don't have to." You tell him gently. "I'm clean and on birth control."

He grins at you, hands back on your hips as he pulls you to the edge of the mattress. You wrap your legs around him to bring him closer, and his cock nudges your clit.

He strokes your slit, smirking at how wet you are before pressing into your hole. "Need a warm-up?"

You shake your head decisively. "No. Just fuck me, please, Derek."

"Since you asked so nicely." He agrees, lining his cock up before pushing into you.

You both moan in unison at the instant pleasure. Somehow, he feels thicker than he looks, taking up every inch of space inside you. Each vein has a delightful feeling against your walls.

"Fuck, can you feel how tight you are?" He asks, mostly rhetorically.

"Y-yeah." You answer with a shaky breath as he sinks fully inside you. "Holy shit, Derek."

He still has that grin on his face that you love, and it's so attractive. "Yeah, baby, I know." He agrees. Leaning down to whisper in your ear, the slight stubble that's grown out on his face tickles your skin. "Look at him."

The him is Spencer next to you, head thrown back against Aaron's shoulder while he gets fucked basically upright. You haven't been drowning out his moans, just focusing on the feeling of Derek inside you, but they're louder than before.

"Going to be a good boy and cum?" Aaron asks him, cutting himself off with a loud groan.

Spencer's nodding frantically, blubbering about how close he is. He's so pretty like that, hair sticking to his forehead. You and Derek watch as his muscles tighten, and he cums on his stomach. Aaron pulls out of him without coming. Hopefully, saving it for you.

Aaron lets him drop onto his back on the bed, and you touch his cheek gently. Derek, picking his thrusts up, draws your attention back to him, and you wrap your legs around his waist to keep him closer.

With his pace, you don't even realize Aaron's hovering over you until he taps your cheek. Instinctively, you open your mouth, unsure of what he's about to do. Then he lets a long trail of his saliva mixed with Spencer's cum that he must have cleaned up into your mouth. You moan at the taste and position you're in.

Derek picks up his thrusts inside you, cock gliding in and out of you with ease. "What's got you so wet, baby?" He coos, grabbing your hips tighter. "Me, Spencer, Aaron? All of us?"

"Everything." You answer. "Please, keep going. And faster!"

He gives you just what you want, quickening his rhythmic pace and hitting a spot so deep inside you that you aren't sure you've ever felt it before.

You chant his name in time with his thrusts, tightening your legs around him, and your stomach muscles tighten involuntarily as you cum on his cock, clenching around him.

"Where'd you want it, lovely?" He asks, voice strained. He must be so close to coming because he doesn't try to hide it.

"In me." You answer without any hesitation. The enthusiastic grin you send him does him in, stilling entirely inside you as he pumps you full of his cum.

When he pulls out, you're still breathless, unsure of if you're just waking up from a dream or not. Derek kissing you again makes it real.

You're still seeing stars when Aaron's hands grip your thighs, and when you finally open your eyes, he's standing where Derek was before. He's sitting with Spencer now, getting some water to cool down.

"You okay?" He checks.

"Yes." You assure him.

With the dark lust in his eyes, all bets are off. "Good, you're going again."

That's all the warning he gives you before sliding fully into you. He feels different from Derek, probably longer, but not by much. The overstimulation has you squirming, writhing against the comforter with a massive excess of pleasure.

Whether it's Derek's cum or just how aroused you are, you take the number one spot on his list.

"Fuck, Aaron, Jesus Christ." The moans slip from your mouth loudly.

He's keeping one hand against your waist and the over snatches your jaw. "That dirty mouth will get you in trouble one day." He assures you.

You scoff, but it comes out as a light sigh. "After all the things I've had in my mouth tonight, you think that's dirty?" You get the words out between moans.

"Can't even make smart remarks without moaning. Pathetic." He says, shaking his head in faux judgment. He adores it and knows you love it by how much you tighten around him.

"Can't even shut my smart mouth up properly." You retaliate, getting a brutal thrust in reply.

He doesn't say anything as his hand creeps onto your throat, but he challenges your statement by squeezing tight enough that you probably would struggle to talk if you were in a position to think coherently.

"Knew that would work like a charm." He gloats, smirking at you. "Am I going to have to do that every time you get mouthy?"

"Yeah- fuck- that'll work." You agree.

Before you realize it, he has your feet above your head, thighs resting on his chest. It means he can get even deeper inside you, giving you the long thrusts he was giving Spencer, rearranging your guts.

"Aaron!" You moan, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts.

"Feel so perfect squeezing around me." He compliments.

You notice the little bump in your lower stomach when you look down at where you're connected, and you take one of his hands so he can feel it.

It drives him over the edge, pumping you full of his cum like Derek had, both of their ejaculates mixing together. You were close to reaching that wonderful peak as well, and you hit him on the shoulder for not letting you finish when you realize it was intentional.

"Spencer," Aaron calls him over, maneuvering you like you're a rag doll so you're laying on the bed properly with your head propped up on the pillow.

Spencer crawls between your legs, arms wrapping around your thighs. Just his hot breath against you drives you insane.

"We've got to see if his skills transfer," Aaron explains, tangling his fingers in Spencer's curls as he pushes his lips against your slit. Not wanting to waste any of Derek or Aaron's cum, Spencer starts lapping up all that's spilling out of you.

"And give her another." Derek backs you up, sitting next to you, so he can fondle for tits. "How did these get so criminally neglected?" He does something about it and leans down to suck on them, intent on leaving reminders of your fun evening.

Spencer is, as promised, good with his mouth. He's got to perfect amount of pressure with his tongue, and he splits his focus, in a pleasure-inducing ratio, between your clit and your hole.

After Aaron previously fucking you, Derek's teeth scraping the delicate skin of your tits, and Spencer's talented lips, it doesn't take much building before you're on the edge, pushed by a single look at a specific one of them.

You lay there spent, passion coursing through your veins. You don't move until Aaron's hand gently lifts your head up, and he holds Spencer's water glass to your lips, all the ice melted.

"You okay?" He asks again, looking at you softly.

"So okay." You assure him. "I could go for another five right now. Too bad about your old-man libido."

He rolls his eyes, but it's affectionate. "She's fine." He reports to Derek, who was probably concerned about having taken things too far, although he wasn't the one with his hand around your throat. "What do you need? Food, water, shower?" He offers.

You shake your head. "Just sleep."

"She needs to pee," Spencer reports to Aaron before going into the science of peeing after sex.

You giggle at him as you get up onto your very wobbly legs, and ruffle his hair. "Thanks, genius." You joke before placing a kiss on his forehead.

"Oh, and to stretch," Derek adds. "I did not know you were so flexible."

"You didn't know a lot of things about me." You remind all of them. "And there were lots of things I didn't know about each of you."

"Y/n." Aaron stops you from trying to follow what the doctor advised. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth." You answer, much too tired for a dare.

He's hoping you would pick that anyway because he's got one thought up. "Are you going to use that knowledge again?"

You nod. "Absolutely."

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