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thesleepyfable · 4 months ago

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~ SWTD: Still Here AU Part 2 ~

Somewhere Between the Pipes:

I know I asked if readers wanted Muir or Gibbo next, but Gibbo's seemed the best option in terms of timeline. This chapter is longer than Trots' and Muir's will possibly be even longer because of more characters being featured. I wanted to include Finlay here, but somehow I couldn't work her into this piece, so hopefully for Addair's chapter.

Part 3:

'DON'T LOOK AT ME!'

Douglas froze as the voice rattled through The Water Tanks. He hadn't heard anything like that. Gibbo, who was usually quiet with a kind soul, was screaming like a banshee.

Fear quickly rose. Douglas' eyes scanned every corner. He couldn't see his friend, yet his voice bounced off every metal pipe. He looked towards the ceiling for any shadows. Glanced between the pipes to make out a shape. Looked at the water for any ripples.

Nothing.

A sudden shiver ran up his spine. He couldn't tell if it was from the unexpected fear towards Gibbo or the North Sea waters he was standing in at waist height. He moved towards the barely breached stairs and onto the catwalk, and was relieved. Until he heard a bang.

'GO AWAY!'

He jolted with a yelp and fell back before quickly regaining his footing. He still couldn't see Gibbo as he began the process of looking in all directions for something. Where the hell was he?

'Gibbo? Gibbo, it's me. It's Douglas.'

A cry carried itself through the water tanks. Then Douglas saw it. A shadow. But it wasn't human. From what he could quickly gather, it looked like a ball. He couldn't hear footsteps. Another bang, followed by more cries confirmed it to be the drill-worker. But that left more questions than answers. Fear turned to worry. Douglas pressed forward, now ignoring the constant pleas from his friend to either leave, stay away, or going on a rant about his time on ships.

Torn pieces of an orange Cadal uniform and leather workboots stopped Douglas in his tracks before he reached the ladder. As he approached, the torch on his helmet reflected something sticking out from the fabric. A broken chain made from imitation gold with a heart-shaped pendant. Somehow, it didn't fall through the bars and into the water. Douglas quickly wrapped the chain around his fingers and took a moment to look it over. He knew who it belonged to.

A sinking feeling washed over him. He knew it was Gibbo's. Of course he knew, but he had to be sure. Removing his glove, he opened the pendant. Inside was a black and white photograph of a young woman dressed in her Sunday Best and her hair tied into a neat bun. Her skin was covered in freckles, and she had a meek smile.

'Please...Don't come in here...'

With a sharp breath, Douglas began to climb.

'Gibbo? We both know I have to get through there.' Silence. 'Come with me, mate. Please? Don't you want to see your ma and little Jackie for New Year?' Silence. 'Okay. I'm coming up. Just stay where you are.'

The silence was deafening. Was this a trap? Was Gibbo going to attack him?

Douglas reached the top with a small groan. The cold bite from wading through the sea was taking its toll. He gave himself a moment to focus by double-checking if the chain was still wrapped around his hand, but that's when he made out the round shadow next to his own.

It was behind him.

'Gib-' Douglas turned, and his face with a smile turned into pure shock.

Sitting in the corner of the darkened section of the floor was a large mass of flesh. At the centre was Gibbo's head. He didn't have arms or legs. They had been engulfed by The Shape. His back hunched, making him look twice the size with the round growths akin to boils sitting on top and trailing down what should be his spine. Instead of legs, there were things Douglas could only compare to crab legs. Only they were small stubs no bigger than his index finger. He counted nine from the angle he had. That explains how he couldn't hear him move and possibly how fast he was.

Gibbo continued to cry. It was a cry of pain and embarrassment. 'I told you-' Tendrils began to drip from the body where his shoulders should have been. Douglas held up his hands in submission. 'TO STAY AWAY!'

Douglas closed his eyes and waited for it to be over. Seconds passed, and then he realised he was still breathing. There was no pain. Slowly opening his eyes, Gibbo had stopped his attack. A single tendril lingered an inch from Douglas' eye. It moved towards his hand, where it gently removed the chain. Douglas watched in silence as his crewmate opened the pendant and stared at the picture with his mouth hanging open. Tears kept flowing, and Gibbo formed a single word.

'Elanor...'

The fog had been lifted. Gibbo's mind filled with memories of his late wife. How it began in hospital and how it ended in hospital. She was gone, but she parted with the greatest gift to him. Jackie. Something that always gave him joy. His son.

A sense of calm washed over the pair. A weight had been lifted from their chests, and it gave Douglas the push to move closer.

'Gibbo?' He twitched at the sound of his name and turned. 'It's alright, Gibbo. It's alright. But we need to get out of here, yeah?'

'...Douglas?'

'I'm here, mate. I'm here.'

'I'm sorry-'

'Don't be. Don't you dare be sorry.'

'...It hurts...'

'I'm sure it does.' Douglas took the risk and held Gibbo's head in his hands. 'Just stay close to me, and we'll go to Accommodation, alright?'

Gibbo nodded with a small groan. His tendril kept a tight grip on the chain, and Douglas wiped the tears from his face. With a nod, the pair got ready to leave.

'Hello?!' Caz's voice echoed. Gibbo scurried back into the shadows, hoping he would merge with the wall because not even his head could fit behind a pipe.

'Fuck sake, Caz...'

'Don't...' Gibbo's eyes widened in fear. 'Please. Don't let him see me.' He wasn't losing himself to The Shape. He just wasn't ready for anyone to look at him. And you couldn't blame the poor sod.

Douglas nodded and moved towards the ladder. 'Caz. Over here.'

The leccy picked up the pace and breathed a sigh of relief to finally finding someone and being out of the water. 'Douglas. Are you alright?'

'Aye. Sorry I didn't wait earlier, but I had to see what was wrong.'

'Nae bother mate. Is anyone else with you?'

A pause. 'Gibbo.'

Caz picked up on Douglas' hesitation to answer, and his tone when he did. 'Is he alright?'

'No. Well- I mean.' That was a good question. Gibbo was here, but what he had become was something no one would wish upon their worst enemy. Even Rennick. 'Look. Just get up here, but don't look at Gibbo.'

'Why?'

'Just do it, Caz. Keep your eyes shut or look the other way.'

'Okay. Okay. Fuck me...' When he reached the top, Caz turned his head to the left and tried his best not to comment on how weird this was. It didn't help that Douglas lingered over him, giving him no room to breathe. Not that his body would shield Gibbo's. 'Are you both going to Accommodation?'

'Eventually. Are you going to find Roy?'

'Aye. Need to make sure the big man is alright.' Keeping his head down, Caz opened the door and moved down the ladder. 'Seya there, lads.'

The pair waited until they heard the exit door open, then close. Then another 10 minutes. Gibbo shuffled out of hiding. 'Thank you,' he said weakly.

'Let's just get out of here, mate.'

Following in the same direction as Caz, Douglas didn't comment on how Gibbo used the tendrils to climb in and around spaces he couldn't fit through anymore. It was heart-breaking to see, especially when he would catch a glimpse of his chain.

The more they climbed, the more natural light hit them. A bittersweet feeling. Finally out of the cold and dark space of the tanks, but Gibbo had nowhere to hide. It scared him to think what the others would do or say when they see him. Douglas could sense the unease, but they both knew their co-workers. Nothing bad was going to happen to him. And if Rennick or Addair kicked up a fuss, then they'd quickly be put in their place. He turned the door and opened it back into Accommodation.

'So, the lifeboats are useless?' Roy sighed. He awkwardly looked between Caz and Trots, as the trio sat in the canteen, all sharing a smoke. 'Now what?'

'We can only rely on Archie,' Trots said.

'What to get us all out of here?'

'No, but he can go and get help whilst Roper reaches out from Marine Control.'

'Roper's smart,' Caz commented in a somewhat relaxed tone and body language. He leaned back in his seat, happy to just be sitting down. 'He'd have done that already-'

Douglas suddenly rushed into the canteen, having heard the men talking. He let out a sigh of relief and chuckled. 'I am so happy to see you three muppets.' He waited for Gibbo, who shuffled his way into the room, his back rubbing against the low ceilings, and unable to look the men in the face.

'Oh Jesus, Gibbo.' Roy shot up from his chair. Caz was glued to his seat, not surprised in the slightest, and Trots, who could sense something strange, looked stunned. 'Are you okay?'

That wasn't the reaction Gibbo expected. The concern from Roy gave him that small moment of bravery to look at him. '...I think so...' He noticed Trots in the corner of his eye and they shared a look. Just like Trots, Gibbo could sense something odd, but neither of them could describe it.

'Good,' Caz' voice echoed with a small chuckle. He used his leg to kick out a chair for Douglas. 'You can help us find a way out of here.'

#Still Wakes the Deep #Still Wakes the Deep: Still Here AU #My Writing

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thewalkingwillowtree · 2 months ago

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Courting Ayelýn

Series Listing Found Here

Aonung x Original Na'vi Female Character

Summery: Pressured by his parents to enter a formal courtship, Aonung rebels in his own way and what starts as a ruse, turns into something real.

Note before reading: This is a spin off of my Safe Haven Series.

Reading Safe Haven is not necessary to follow this story.

Some characters have been aged up. Aonung in particular is 25.

Ayelýn is my own creation. *Pronounced Aye-Lin

Warning!! This part is pretty much pure smut.

Part 5 - When They Fucked II

The deep rumble of Aonung’s grunt of annoyance sent a rippling vibration through Ayelýn’s body.

With another warning, he pushed her hand away.

“It’s not- ngh!” A strangled whine broke from her lips as his thrusts sped up. Lýn tried yet again to reach a hand between them- to where they were joined, but the skxawng snatched her hand away. Again!

“Stop, Lýn,” he said firmly, pinning her wrist above her head.

“It’s not going to work,” she snapped, fixing him with the sternest glare she could muster. It was difficult… especially because her entire body was thrumming with pleasure.

Like an annoying sneeze that refused to come, Lýn felt her impending orgasm lingering- right there on the cusp. It was so close, she could just about taste it. All she needed was the slightest hint of attention on her poor clit. She couldn’t come without the stimulation of it- she’d never had.

But Aonung, like a stubborn man on mission, was adamant that she didn’t need it- that he could make her come alone from his ‘oh so wondrous co-’

Lýn gasped when he suddenly pulled out of her.

Feeling empty as her walls pulsed around nothing, he manhandled her into another position. And with a yelp, she was flipped onto her stomach. Hips drawn up to bring her to her knees, in one swift thrust, she was filled again.

They moaned in unison as they adjusted to the new angle.

He was so far in- it was as though she forgot how to breathe. So deep it felt as if he were in her lungs- her throat. And when he began to move, she saw stars.

Fingers tightening in her hair, he yanked her head back and mouthed along the span of her exposed neck.

“You feel amazing, gorgeous. Soo, fucking tight and-” he grunted when she clamped around him.

Hips setting a ruthless pace against hers, Lýn whined and keened- barely able to hold herself up as her fingers clenched into fits around the material of the mats beneath them. She quaked at the tug of her tail and was so far gone, all thoughts from her mind were wiped clean.

Breasts shaking with every jerk, on one particular thrust, Aonung hit something inside of her that made her cry out. Her back bowed as she ached into it and- Eywa.

“Ayelýn,” he growled into her skin. He could feel her fluttering around him, squeezing him so tight he damn near came.

When he reared up onto his knees, he slipped out for a fraction of a second despite her mewling protest. He pumped himself once, twice, before lining up and slamming back into her with a powerful thrust, using her hips as leverage.

Lýn’s arms gave out as white hot pleasure wrecked her- face hiding in the crook of her arm.

Near delirious as she came, the tides didn’t stop- she felt it from the tingling of her scalp- hair fisted in Aonung’s hand- to the ends of her toes and the tip of her tail.

And all the while her body spasmed, Aonung talked her through it- drawing out her climax with languid thrusts, murmuring sweet words of praise in her ear.

Not long after that, he spilled into her, releasing a deep, satisfied sigh as if coming home from a long journey.

“Told you I could make you come like that,” he gloated, nipping her hip bone. He smothered his chuckle into her tummy when Lýn smacked him with her tail.

Sprawled on her back, her chest was still heaving as she recovered. Aonung had slipped one of her legs over his shoulder when he’d settled between her thighs, chin perched on the same spot he’d just kissed as he peered up at her.

A hint of light broke through the hideaway, signaling that morning was near, yet neither of them hustled to right themselves- both secretly wanting to stay in their little bubble just a while longer.

Since their heated encounter a few weeks ago, there was an undeniable change between the two of them. Subtle at first, it had flickered into a maddening and almost uncontrollable fire.

When it started, Lýn had made halfhearted objections, reminding him of her rules- despite the fact that they’d already been broken on multiple occasions.

But Aonung was ridiculously persuasive and she just about folded every time he promised it’d be, “the last time.”

Oh the liar.

It began…

With kissing.

Needy, frantic kisses- all for show of course- when a very persistent Ezly kept trying to get Aonung’s attention at another feast they’d attended- despite the fact that it was well known by now that he and Lýn were in “a secure courtship.”

Followed then by soft goodbye pecks that Lýn would try to shy away from, only for Aonung to claim her lips entirely and have her caving in seconds.

Then there were the kisses that came naturally, almost as if there was no thought to it- fleeting little things that happened in the blink of an eye- her, bringing him a drink of water while he and his team were sweat soaked from working on rebuilding a Keftxo pier- and him, ducking to brush his lips over hers in thanks.

They happened so often now that Lýn found herself leaning in expectantly in moments she thought he’d kiss her- even freezing once or twice in embarrassment when she’d read the moment wrong. Aonung read her all too clearly however- his grin would be so wild and wicked while she feebly denied her intentions- words quieting as he gladly silenced her with his lips.

Gradually, their public displays of affection continued in private, with a feverish intimacy that confused them both when they eventually went their separate ways.

Aonung’s hideaway had become a secret haven for them- one that was put to good use in the past couple weeks.

Any excuse was used to end up at the little shack, and although they skirted around each other, playing with fire in an odd sort of foreplay that turned bickering into flirting- without fail they collided- exploring each other's bodies with a passionate intensity.

It wasn’t always passionate though.

Sometimes it was playful and sweet, others simply exploratory, where they taught each other what they liked. There were of course the moments where it was pure animalist fucking- raw and savage that left them with bites and bruises.

And then there was the type that they both secretly liked the most- the one that didn’t feel like fucking. It was the type of fuck that felt like making love…

But no matter the kind, after each time, while they basked in the afterglow, they talked.

Some nights they’d whisper and giggle as they swapped childhood stories. Some mornings, on the brink of sleep and wake, they’d revealed hidden fears- him, not knowing if he was good enough to be Olo'eyktan, and her- worried about the unknown, about her future.

There were also the rare occasions their tongues slipped up- admitting things they’d buried deep inside of them-

I want you to keep me forever.

And...

I wish you were mine.

- all said when they were both delirious and reeling from multiple orgasms- sweat slicked skin, roaming hands and mouths playing between hovering and fused as though trying to steal each other's last breaths.

Today however, they were content to just be.

Aonung drew shapes along her skin with his fingers, the digits trailing up the side of her thigh and over her flat stomach- circling her belly button.

It was quiet and calm- comfortable, and like always, they didn’t acknowledge what they’d just done.

Lýn smiled lazily- the kind of blissful smile she usually gave him after a thorough fuck. She cupped his cheek and ran a thumb across his bottom lip.

“You’re beautiful,” she murmured, staring at him.

He kissed her palm in thanks, doing a terrible job at not blushing.

He didn’t fucking blush.

And when he peered back at her- she had to look away- heart beating with a little bit of excitement, a little bit of fear.

It was that look again.

The one that spoke deep meaning.

The one she mistook for love…

After collecting her thoughts, she was the first to make a move. Aonung groaned grumpily, but let her untangle herself from him.

“It’s still early,” he complained, sprawling onto his back without a shred of modesty.

“I’ve been late twice already this week,” she said, reaching for her discarded tweng. “Slwen’s known for her hash warnings and you know she’s not quiet when she speaks. I think she’s on to me.”

“Slwen likes me- just tell her you’ve been with me.”

Lýn laughed. “And be given another lecture like the one my mother gave us? Yeah, no way.”

Tweng secured low on her waist, she scanned the mat covered floor in search of her top while her hands desperately tried to tame her wild hair.

Aonung covertly tucked her top a little more under him with a smirk, enjoying the view of her pacing. Her pretty little breasts had love bites scattered all over them. It was the only place she let him leave his marks.

“Have you seen my top?”

“No,” he lied.

Lýn zeroed in on him and held out her hand expectantly. It was not the first time he’d tried this.

“Aonung, come on, we have duties to get to today. I already have a long swim ahead of me.”

He obliged and got to his feet. “Let me drop you off, my skimwing will be faster.”

“You can’t,” she said, turning her back to him when he gestured for her to, and lifting her hair as he helped her with the ties of her top. “You have trainees to meet with this morning, remember?”

“They can wait,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to her nape as he hugged her from behind- one hand sneaking up to fondle a breast.

“Be nice to them, today.”

His face screwed up at that and before he could talk, she was speaking again.

“They’re just kids and they look up to you.”

“They’re not kids- and also, did they seriously tell on me?!”

They had.

Lýn had thought it quite amusing, yet adorable when the teenagers had shyly approached her to say hello during one of her visits to the main village.

Mid conversation- Anoung’s overly strict tendencies had come up, and though to the trainees she supported their leader’s choices, she still found herself speaking on their behalf.

She turned in Aonung’s arms to smile at him. “That’s not important. Just be a smidge nicer, yeah?” She moved to walk away, but Aonung pulled her back to him with a firm tug on her tail.

One large palm sinking into the strands at her nape, he gave her a firm kiss.

And when he pulled away, his face was a mask of seriousness. “We need to talk later,” he said without releasing her from his hold.

She licked her lips with a frown. “About?”

“I heard you had a visitor a few days ago. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Lýn rolled her eyes. “Who told you? Kaii? My mother?”

“No, your father actually.”

She snickered. “I swear, you two are such terrible gossips.”

But Aonung was not laughing. “Why didn’t you tell me Ezly visited you?”

Trying to deflect, she glanced downward at the appendage currently poking her. “Can you put that thing away if you insist on talking about this?”

Aonung sighed and let her go.

In the few seconds it took him to find his tweng and cover himself up, Lýn inconspicuously tried to sneak out. Before she could cross the threshold however, Aonung was quickly snagging her around the waist and tutting in disappointment.

He kept her pinned with his body against a bamboo beam. “We’re not done talking, Lýn. You still haven’t told me why-”

“Because of this,” she pointed at him. “You always get so worked up-”

“Ayelýn.”

“Almighty Eywa!” she hissed. “Nothing terrible happened, alright? Erzo-”

“Ezly.”

She rolled her eyes again. “Her, yes... She came by all rude and huffy, telling me that it was only a matter of time before you ended things- that you’d grow bored of me- which is nothing I haven’t heard before- but this was much more worse than your other little heartbroken women- you’d swear she owned you! I told her she might as well just peed on you like a stupid dorado verde trying to keep predators away from its pilfered carcasses with how she was behaving.”

Aonung snorted. “You told her that?”

Lýn shrugged. “Well yeah… and-” she mumbled something that didn’t quite reach his ears.

“I didn’t get that last part, gorgeous,” he said, shaking his head.

“I might’ve- sort of… made her cry- just a little!”

He blinked- lips curling into a wry smile. “You made… Ezly… cry?”

She showed him her index fingers- fingertips inches away from each other. “Just a little,” she admitted with a pout.

Aonung released a breathy laugh and pecked her jutting bottom lip. “What am I going to do with you?”

‘Keep me,’ she wanted to say. So she did, keeping her tone light. “Keep me.”

“Fine by me,” he answered, lifting her in his arms.

She sank further into his embrace. “You owe me by the way… Elzra and I had a serious conversation. I know for sure she wasn’t pleased, but I believe she’s gotten the message now… I don’t think she’ll be bothering you anymore.”

“Thank Eywa for you, gorgeous,” he said before covering her mouth with his.

Fuck.

She was definitely going to be late again.

Awa’atlu was the busiest Lýn had ever seen.

They were after all preparing for an event that rivaled all others.

Visitors from not only from the Omaticaya clan were all traveling to Awa’atlu to celebrate the official union of Lo’ak and Tsireya.

Fishing expeditions occurred in grand fanfare as fleets returned with double the amount of their usual hauls.

Harvest gatherers and land hunters, stockpiled the village’s cashes and many worked overtime on the more time consuming matters- meat and fish smoked or salted, grains ground into flour and nectar painstakingly collected from pods.

The beach and sea were combed for any hint of debris. Torches and fire pits- including a massive bonfire in the center of their communal area were constructed, and extravagant designs- tapestries, painted fabrics and flora arrangements were scattered in harmonic decor.

A multitude of temporary mauri pods along the northern sealine were also constructed in preparation for the influx of guests the village was expecting, whilst drums and flutes were tweaked and tuned- their melody flowing through as songs were practiced.

Fermented and brewed ales and wines were dug up from their resting place and Lýn spotted many with busy hands as they put finishing touches on their garmented designs.

The Sully family in particular were arriving a few days before the designated festivities were to begin- expected to land in the early hours of tomorrow morning, and Lýn, to both her and Aonung’s surprise, had been asked by Ronal to be present at the greeting party.

Not only that but the Tsahìk also expected Lýn to be part of all the traditional festivities and ceremonies spreading across the next two weeks… something Lýn was quite nervous about.

One of these ceremonies included the official meeting of the two families- something that was traditionally done in the earlier stages of a couple’s courtship, but allowances had been made because of the evident distance.

It was also a tradition that was strictly practiced by the couples family.

Lýn wasn’t family.

When night came, she made her way to the pod she had been directed to.

Aonung’s private mauri was small but cozy and far more homey than the shack on his little island.

Tossing her overstuffed satchel of things onto his table, Lýn spun in a slow circle, taking in his space for the first time.

He had a couple collections of odd knick-knacks, a plethora of weapons and fishing gear and surprisingly, even a few hanging plants that appeared to be well kept.

His sleep mats- although untidy, looked inviting. Lýn wasn’t tired, yet she wanted nothing more than to sink into them- she bet they smelled like Aonung.

Instead, she perched behind his little table and waited for him whilst fiddling with the odd human-made device she’d seen him use to communicate with other clans.

At the sight of her when he finally entered a while later, he grinned like a child given a treat and Lýn couldn’t help the stupid giggle that bubbled at her chest.

“What are you so happy about?” she asked, twisting to face him.

“I have lured the Ayelýn Te Azuei Lou'ite into my home. What man wouldn’t be happy?” he half joked as he hung up the towel that had been resting around his shoulders and the soap pouch dangling from his fingers.

“Oh shush! I’m still not sure how you managed to convinced me of this. I can still go home, you know? It’s not even that late. I’m sure I’ll get here on time tomorrow and I don’t see why I need to stay for all two weeks.”

He huffed as if saying, “Not this argument again.”

Placing a palm dramatically over his chest, he approached her. “Why must you always wound me with your words?” His hands reached for her expectantly, and she allowed him to pull her to her feet. “You’re always trying to leave me.”

“Am I?” she whispered, eyes closing when his clean scent washed over her.

A soft sigh escaped her as she let him kiss her- head tilting to the left as he went to the right.

Threading his fingers through her hair, he claimed control of her movement, bending her to his will as her palms trailed up his chest- one resting flat over his heartbeat while other reached high to cup his neck- fingertips toying with hair strands she found there.

Nothing between them felt like pretending anymore.

“Aonung,” she murmured as he forged a path down her throat. Something in her core tightened and Lýn knew she was seconds away from making another terrible decision- one that would make things harder when it came time to end them.

After selfishly stealing a couple more kisses, she reluctantly broke their connection. “We should sleep.”

He swallowed and gave a shaky nod, failing to mask his disappointment. “Sleep… Right.”

“Mhm. We have a busy day tomorrow. An early one too.”

It was why Aonung suggested Lýn stay with him from that night on, so that she didn’t have to wake at an unreasonable hour to make the journey over. She’d found it logical yes- but didn’t think it was a good idea for them to share a space… much less for her to stay the entirety of the two week celebration.

But of course, and to no surprise, she folded.

Ayelýn wasn’t even surprised that the man was also able to get her parents to agree to it as well- even promising her brother he’d craft him his very own official spear since he would be stealing Lýn away for so long.

Soon enough, Ayelýn was settling in and making herself comfortable in Aonung’s sleep mats. And she was right… they did smell like him.

Aonung sat near the edge of the fabric. He pulled her feet into his lap and tickled the underside of one foot, gaining a playful kick to the chest in retaliation.

Crashing waves in the distance echoed comfortingly and a cool breeze blew into the marui.

For Ayelýn, it all felt rather domestic. She’d already eaten dinner with him and his family that evening. Now here she was, curled on her side, observing him as his fingers released his hair from its usual tidy bun.

“Should I be worried about meeting Toruk Makto and his family tomorrow?”

“No, why?”

“Aonung, I’m not family, and I know your mother was the one to invite me but-”

“I want you there tomorrow,” he said firmly. “I want you to meet the Sullys. I want you to meet Neteyam and Xilä, and their son.” His hands abandoned his hair to squeeze around her ankle, one palm running up her calf. “When you start to feel that stupid feeling like you don’t belong there with us, just know that I want you there. Yeah?”

“…Yeah.”

Lýn hid her blush under the pretense of adjusting herself into a more comfortable position. Once settled, she nibbled on the tip of her thumb and squinted at the man before her.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, gorgeous,” he said as he continued with the twists to the front of his hair.

“What’s the real reason you don’t want a mate?”

“Who said I don’t want a mate?”

“Um, you did? When you asked me to help you with this elaborate plan of yours.”

Aonung shook out his loose hair with a sigh, digits combing through the strands. He looked good like this, she thought. His curls were long and shiny and she was itching to run her fingers through them.

“I want a mate. I want a wife.”

Lýn swallowed. “Then why-”

“It’s difficult to explain.”

“Try,” she whispered.

He held her gaze for a long minute- expression soft and one of vulnerability.

“Being who I am, sometimes I can’t tell when women are-” His brows scrunched, and he shook his head. “They don’t see me. They see, son of Tonowari. The chief's son. Future Olo'eyktan… And I know I am those things- there’s no escaping it... But I'm tired of being casted in my father’s shadow.”

His hands found her foot again whilst he spoke. Fingers tracing her ankle, thumb pressing into the ball of her foot.

“I liked this one girl when I was dumb teenager. Thought I’d ask her to court once I completed my rites… but thankfully I didn’t since I overheard her and her friends gushing that she'd managed to nab the chief’s son and what it meant for her- her title. Her status. Her, her, her. ”

Aonung snorted self-deprecatingly. “I wasn’t Aonung. I was a goal to her. A fucking thing to win… Anyway, from then on I found that women tend to only want me because of my title. It gets them attention. Other men are suddenly interested in them- because they’re seen with me.”

He rolled his eyes. “And sure, maybe it wasn’t all of them, but they began to blur, and it was hard to tell who was being genuine… So over time, of it happening over and over again, and getting hurt- I leaned into it. I lowered my expectations and gave no fucks.”

His thumb rubbed along the space above her heel, and Lýn had to bite back a moan. His fingers felt sinful and it wasn’t appropriate for her to, given that he was currently opening up to her.

“So yeah, it’s not that I don’t want a mate. I do. But I don’t want a loveless match… I don’t want to have children and spend an eternity with someone I only bonded with out of honor and duty. My parents did it and were lucky to eventually find love… But I can’t. I’ve seen the unlucky ones with my own eyes. I don’t want that.”

“Aonung,” Lýn whispered, as though feeling his pain. “Thank you for telling me,” she said gratefully. “I understand… and I hate that for you. You deserve love to find that love you’re looking for.”

He gave her a sincere smile of appreciation. “What about you?”

“Me?” she asked, shifting onto her back and nudging her other foot into his hands, sighing in relief when he began to massage it.

“Mhm,” he hummed, eyes trailing up her body, from the feet in his lap to her slightly parted thighs, to her chest that was barely covered by a strip of cloth, patched with tiny seashells, to then finally landing on her face- eyes closing as she enjoyed his working fingers.

“Why’s no man managed to grab you up yet?”

Lýn snorted at his wording but since he was so open with her she decided to be honest too.

“Actually, a couple months before we met, I thought I was going to be.”

Aonung swallowed but managed to keep his tone leveled. “Who was he?”

“He’s a patroller from the Malti village. We met at a clan gathering and he was sweet and attentive. He had a way with words and he made me think that we really did have a future… I mean it wasn’t love but…”

“What happened?”

“Keftxo, I think? He ended it after saying that it was too far a journey to make each time to see me… that the courting phase would never last.”

“That’s the poorest fucking excuse I’ve ever heard. Awa’atlu is farther than Multi is to Kefto and I make the journey out almost everyday!”

“I know,” Lýn said gently. “Seeing that had me rethinking the entire thing. Maybe he just didn’t want me anymore, or maybe he just hated Ketfxo.”

“Well, his fucking loss then,” Aonung grumbled while he crawled in beside her, snagging her around the waist and making himself comfortable.

Lýn turned in his arms, fingers coming up to fiddle with the talon around his neck and Aonung stayed still, watching her through hooded eyelids. She brushed a strand of hair off his cheek and traced down the line of his jaw, letting the tips of her fingers linger over his lips.

If this moment could last forever, he would take it.

Fingers still trailing, they burned a path downwards, stopping over his heartbeat.

Calm washed over Aonung, and all he wanted was to be closer to her. He pulled her to him and affectionately nosed the space at the junction of her neck.

“Can I make you come?” he asked against her skin, fingers playing with the material on her hip.

His request was so soft and casual, one would think he was simply asking for them to go on a late night stroll.

Ayelýn’s body responded without her permission. She craved him, yet a tiny part of her rebelled. Her fingers sank in his hair- on their own accord, marveled by its softness.

“Didn’t we agree that none of it ever happened and that we would never talk about it? As in never, ever?”

“Mmm, you agreed, yeah... I didn’t.”

“Aonung… I’m not sleeping with you again. It’s a bad idea- you know it too.”

His head lifted out from her neck. “Who said anything about sleeping?” he asked in faux innocence. “I was planning to fuck you, Ayelýn. I wanna hear those little noises you make just for me.”

Lýn squeezed her thighs together despite rolling her eyes in annoyance- though, she wasn’t really. “Do you only ever think with your dick?”

“Not always. My fingers and tongue do a lot of thinking too… and my tail.” He wiggled his brows. “And I know you’re into that.”

Head tossed backwards, she cackled. “Oh that was good. That was really good. No wonder you lure so many women in here- and speaking of-” She shuffled. “I hope these mats are clean.”

She’d meant it as a joke, but an odd expression crossed his face.

“What?”

“I don’t- I never brought women here.”

Lýn’s heart fluttered at the comment. “Never? You’re lying.”

“No, honest. Usually we just did it whe-”

“I don’t need or want to know where you and your entanglements happened,” she interrupted, causing him to release a breathy laugh.

“Fair enough.”

She wanted to ask him why he’d brought her here but couldn’t bring herself too. “Can I ask you another question though?”

“If you keep doing what you’re doing right now, then yeah, go for it.”

Her fingers were still in his hair, tips gently dragging against his scalp.

“That woman- Ez something-”

“Ezly,” he corrected with a stupid smile on his face. “I’m starting to think you’re doing that on purpose.”

“I’m not!”

“It’s okay, gorgeous. Jealousy looks good on you. You’ve got me blushing over here.”

“Oh hush! What I’m trying to ask is- is she the one from your story? The girl you liked?”

Aonung’s smile dropped. “How’d you figure that out?”

“You said you never slept with her. Right?”

“Mhm.”

Aonung’s jaw was clenched tight, so she soothed a palm over it, happy when he leaned into her affection.

“Whenever she’s around it’s like you can’t stand to look in her direction and you get all tense and irritated whenever she talks… Then there’s also the fact that she had this crazy sense of entitlement over you, which since you said you never slept with her… could only stem from something else. She was the girl you wanted to ask to court…”

He couldn’t deny it. It was clear as day all over his face.

“And I’m guessing,” she continued. “That based on her behavior alone- even after all these years, she still had hope, she still thought that after you’d “had your fun,” you’d go right back to her.”

“It took me a long time to get over her,” he revealed. “Like I said, I was a dumb kid… When I finally did, I wondered- what exactly did I ever see in her in the first place.” His head fell, face nuzzling into Lýn’s cheek as she wrapped him up in a comforting hug. “You were right by the way. She got the message- avoids me now… Still can’t believe you made her cry though… and I must say it’s kind of hot seeing you so protective of me.”

Lýn laughed. “Ezra had it coming a long time now.”

“It’s Ez- you know what- call her whatever,” he said through a snicker.

Shuffling their position, he rolled them over. Lýn laid on her back now to accommodate his massive body.

‘He was such a cuddler,’ she thought in amusement.

“I’ve never told anyone any of that before,” he admitted. “I'm also surprised by how much you figured out too.”

“Really?” She soothingly caressed his back. He was getting a tad heavy being draped over her like this, but she didn’t mind. “Why is that so surprising? I do pay attention when you talk.”

His head popped up at that and Lýn internally squirmed at the intensity she found in his gaze. There was a question in his eyes and it was clear as day what he wanted.

“No,” she said, despite her body screaming, ‘Yes, yes, yes!’

“You know, gorgeous… that’s what you said when I asked you to kiss me the first time… and guess what? We kissed. No, is also what you said right before we fucked- and damn, I think lost count of how many times it’s been now,” he listed in a silly tone.

“Aonung-”

“No,” he continued, fingers trailing up her side, “is what you said when I asked you to court-”

“Fake court.”

“Fake court,” he corrected. “And now look at where we are…” He shook his head as though disappointed in her- so serious with his acting that Lýn had to mash her lips together to not laugh. “I have to say… I’m starting to think that your no’s don’t really mean… no.”

Lýn swallowed and forced herself to not look away from his intense stare- his eyes almost daring her to refute him.

“So I’ll ask again,” he said, voice low rumbling, causing her tummy to clench, “Can I make you come?”

Playing along with his game, her eyes spoke volumes and when her mouth spewed the word, “No,” Aonung grinned.

Head descending, he kissed her for a long, drawn out moment. “Fuck. I love kissing you,” he rasped when he pulled away.

Love.

The word did something to Lýn, and as Aonung studied her expression- she knew that he knew it too.

Not wasting another second, he kissed her again, harder this time- a kiss so passionate, it burned through her veins.

The arousing sound of her needy moan was his undoing and unable to hold himself back any longer, he pulled away again and made quick work of removing her top and tweng.

When she was bare to him, he was everywhere. Lips, hands- tail pushing her legs open so his frame could sink right into her.

She bucked her hips and pulled on his hair as he sucked on a pebbled nipple, teeth nipping around her skin before he swallowed her breast in its entirety.

“Aonung, please-“ She tried to guide one of his hands where she wanted him.

“Not yet,” he answered around her breast.

Lýn grunted impatiently. “I thought you were going to fuck me- ow!” She hissed when he bit her in warning and stubborn like always, he continued with his path of leisure down her body.

He worshiped her skin with kisses and quiet words that went unheard by her, all the way until his wide shoulders settled between her stretched thighs.

And only using his tongue, he licked her into oblivion. With broad sweeps and sucks, he kept her held down with a firm grip and Ayelýn could do nothing but take it.

Ears gone muffled and no longer able to hear the lewd sounds of his tongue at work, much less her own moans and cries, she arched, fingers fisted in Aonung’s hair as an orgasm rocked her.

He kept her thighs spread and opened when they tried to clamp closed, tongue lazily and gently overstimulating her as she came down from her high.

Blinking into awareness and senses returning to her, she cursed and shoved his head away. Usually she wasn’t this sensitive, but right now, she needed a breather.

Aonung didn’t seem to mind, if anything he appeared mighty proud of herself and how quickly he got her to break.

Crawling back up to her, he captured her lips in a messy kiss- licking into her mouth as mercilessly as he’d licked between her thighs.

As they kissed, Lýn reached between them. She fumbled for a second, but with his help, his tweng was gone, allowing her to take him in her fist- an action that made Aonung grunt and break their connection.

Forearms planted on either side of her, he stared right into her eyes as she stroked him from root to tip. Over and over. Every time she reached the top, she gathered the moisture dripping from there and dragged it down his length.

His jaw dropped with a soft “ah” and Ayelýn responded with a sweet sound- as though she wasn't trying to kill him with each squeeze- with each pump.

Eyes clenching shut, Aonung groaned. Eywa. The pleasure was maddening and when spurts of pre-cum escaped him, he had to stop her. “Fuck. Fuck- Lýn I’m -”

Lýn could feel the tremble in his body. With two more strong strokes she released him, and no sooner had she, his lips were on hers again.

“Aonung,” she sighed. “Please.”

“What, gorgeous? Hmm? Tell me.”

“I want you,” she begged against his lips, legs wrapping around his waist.

He reared up onto his knees and stared down at her. “So pretty,” he murmured. Lining himself at her entrance, he pushed in- just the tip.

Lýn’s moan was music to his ears.

Aonung watched her body’s reaction to him- watched how well she took him with each slow press, watched her chest heave in anticipation, watched how hard she bit her lip and clenched the mat beneath her.

Using her hips, he dragged in and out- falling deeper with each measured thrust, stretching her to fit him perfectly.

“This what you needed, sweetheart?”

“Ye- ngh!” Her eyes widened and she mewled when he fell over her, propped by one hand as he slid in all the way- right to the hilt.

Hitching her thigh higher up hip waist, he moved with deliberate thrusts. “Eywa. You always take me so good, gorgeous. Just look at you.”

Lýn cried out when his angle changed, hitting a place inside of her that had her breathless.

Aonung himself was losing his mind, muttering words falling from his lips as the pleasure built.

“Perfect, so perfect,” he said against her temple, lips and nose trailing across her skin as they moved.

Lýn pressed kisses to his jaw- breath heavy in a pant while clinging to him.

“There’s only- ah fuck- one thing that could ever make this better.”

His whisper was so quiet, she almost missed it.

“What?” she asked, body tensing as she felt that telltale sign of release coming.

His rhythm had become erratic now, pace a little more desperate and demanding. And just as Lýn reached her peak, he emptied inside her, heaving one word that had her coming harder than she ever came in her life…

“Tsaheylu.”

Hello friends! 💛

This is way over due. I'm sorrreh! As a token of my apology, one last part will be released, a little while after this one.

Also, I did not by any means think this part would be so heavy handed with the smut- it just happened... sigh, so much for all that angst I envisioned.

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Wedding night And #8 for Andrew Garfield?

—𓆩[we go down together]𓆪—

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𓆩[your wedding song ♡]𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Husband! Andrew Garfield x Wife! Fem! Pregnant! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - pure fluff and smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.5K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Andrew promised you that he would make sure your wedding was perfect. He didn’t care how much it cost, where it would be, who was invited, as long as he was marrying you. Even then though, as much as he wanted to stick by the rules and not see you on the special day, he sneaks a peak and sees a small little surprise you had just for him.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing & foul language || I gave you best friends with names inspired by Harry Potter cuz my sister was watching it- || Michaela Jaé Rodriguez and Florence Pugh are now your best friend cuz they’re amazing || I didn’t put the actual wedding ceremony cuz it would’ve taken too long sorry with love 🤍 || I chose a wedding song for you || public oral || public sex || fingering || unprotected sex || creampie || breeding kink || multiple orgasms || pregnant sex || daddy kink || lactation kink || pregnancy kink || this is pure filthy smut I’m so sorry I got carried away- ||

“So, are you going to kick me out now?” Andrew whispered to you, his hands teasing at your hips in an attempt to persuade you into letting him stay the whole night. He thought the superstition was stupid, and to you as well, but your best friends were insisting on it.

Besides, you had a little gift for Andrew you didn’t want him seeing, so it worked out.

You hummed, letting your fingers trail down his bare chest. It was tempting, him and his perfect accent, but no. This was being done for the right reason. “Not yet. You still have a few minutes.”

Andrew sends you his signature lopsided grin. “I can do a lot in a few minutes.”

You couldn’t help but giggle as he leaned forward, kissing you softly with a firm press of his lips. “I know you can baby… I know.”

He grins, raising a brow. “So I can-?”

“It’s 11:55, Andrew, get out!” Your best friend rushed in, grabbing him from the bed and basically dragging him out.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You yelled, sitting up as they paused.

“He can’t see you on your wedding day!” They then proceeded to drag him out, a loud laugh escaping his lips.

“I love you, my sweet girl!”

“I love you too, Andrew!”

The next morning, Andrew knew he wasn’t supposed to see the gift you gave your best friend, a bright blue bag that he had seen around the house but never looked inside because you were yelling exclusively at him not to.

“Look! Isn’t it so cute, I got it custom made,” you pulled out a tiny piece of cloth that he couldn’t see, but it wasn’t like he was trying to whenever he was staring at the beautiful wedding dress you had on. “He’s going to love it, right?”

Maybe it was lingerie, oh he’d love any lingerie you’d put on. It didn’t make sense though, you’d have the lingerie on, underneath that beautiful wedding dress that would’ve had ancestors turning in their graves.

The white fabric was tight on your body, lace overlapping the skin toned fabric that matched yours perfectly to make it seem like the white lace and the intricate beadings and pearls and small white and clear crystals that made it seem like it was dancing on your skin. He inhaled deeply as you turned around, makeup perfect and that perfect white gold ring that had the large diamond created into it made a deep sigh leave his lips, his eyes already watering.

Oh, how could you look so beautiful? You were showing skin and your beautiful form that he had praised for years, mumbling words against your body about how perfect you were.

Fuck, he couldn’t stop staring.

“Andrew!” Your friend saw him still dressed in some sweatpants and a t-shirt, still designer of course, but he still wasn’t dressed in the suit he picked out. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“I’m leaving, I’m leaving, I’m sorry!” He wiped his eyes quickly as you gasped when Hermione covered your body with her own.

“Get out!” Michaela yells, laughing when she almost trips. “Go!”

Andrew groans dramatically as he walks away, holding back a smile when the door slammed shut. He could hear your laugh, making Andrew look back until Jamie and Charlie walked out.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Jaime was laughing, his tux tight in his body. “Sneaking into her room, naughty Andrew, aren’t you?”

“She has a present for me,” he grinned, looking over at Charlie. “And I’m going to enjoy it so much.”

After the official wedding, it was time for the grand entrance. For your something old, new, borrowed, and blue, there were a lot of things your bridesmaids gave you, but one of your families gave you the chance to get married where they did as their something ‘borrowed’.

The reception was adults only, especially with everyone else being adults and the fact you and Andrew were always pretty physical. For something new, Florence gave you diamond ear cuffs to accentuate your new diamond and sapphire earrings Michaela had given you for something blue. For something old, Andrew’s mother gave you a diamond and white gold tennis bracelet that had been in their family.

“You ready to go inside, baby? It’s our grand entrance,” Andrew pulled away from your lips, his fingers digging into your hips. His lips were swollen, thankfully un-smeared of lipstick because of the makeup artist Andrew got to make sure you looked absolutely perfect. “And they’ve been waiting for like half an hour because I couldn’t get this dress off for a quickie.”

You only giggle, humming softly with a shrug. “They’ve waited this long, they can wait a few more minutes. You just… your mouth is just perfect.”

He grinned. “Oh, is it? Let me see, show me,” he leaned back on the wall, pushing himself into a wall sit position to lean his head back so that you were taller than him. He opened his mouth wide, watching as you leaned down to lick against his tongue, his hands pulling you closer between his legs. You tilt your head, pulling him closer as you tug his head farther up, desperate to taste him more.

He tasted like mint, fresh and cold as you exhaled into his mouth and stroked his hair. You sucked even harder, groaning before a loud scream made you pull back.

“Y/N, Andrew, get your butts inside!” Florence yelled, her accent filling the room as you laughed.

“We’re coming!”

“I hope not!” Michaela yelled, peeking out from inside the main building. “Come on, let’s go!”

Andrew stood up straight, fixing his white suit as you grabbed his hand and pulled him to the door. You both slowly walked in, cheers and laughter and music filling your ears as Andrew looked over at you while pulling you to the middle of the dance floor. Your song started playing, that perfect, perfect song. You had started listening to it randomly, and whenever Andrew heard it, you both agreed that it would be a perfect wedding song.

We Go Down Together by Khalid and Dove Cameron fit the two of you. Sometimes you did fight and fall, there were nights filled with sobbing, but as soon as you both saw each other and were pulled into the other's arms; everything went quiet. It went still, soft, the only thing filling the night was each other.

“I’m always going to be here for you, Andrew,” you whisper, stroking the back of his head. “Always and forever. I will be with you forever.”

Andrew inhaled deeply, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. “I love you, Y/N. Forever and always. I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

Right at the end, there was one last thing that you both had to do. The taking off the garter, it was time.

You sat down in the large cushioned chair that made you feel like a queen, your dress that went out at the waist hiked up as everyone around you both cheered. It was hot, extremely hot temperature wise you were surprised your makeup wasn’t dripping down your face, but it was good.

Andrew must have been hot too, his blazer already off and the tie around his neck gone and the top few buttons already unbuttoned. His face was shiny, sheening with sweat as he kneeled down in front of you, unbuttoning his shirt even lower making everyone cheer. He goes under the poofy skirt of your dress, his tongue shamelessly dragging along your thigh as his hands hold your knees apart and a loud squeal leaves your mouth. Everyone cheers, but your mind was focused on his mouth as he licked against your bare cunt exposed by your lingerie, sucking and rubbing his fingers against your slit. Your hands rush to hold his head through your dress, an uncontrollable giggle leaving your lips as he slides a finger inside of your cunt, easily because he was definitely fingering you earlier in the hall.

It doesn’t change the feeling though, his middle finger thrusting into you knuckle deep and his thumb rubbing around your entrance. Teasing around your entrance with his thumb as his teeth graze down your thigh, teasing the lace and chiffon garter. You hold back a whimper and a moan as he slowly takes a hold of it, pulling out his sticky fingers as he gets down to your ankle, slipping the garter off around your heel before coming out from under your skirt with the garter between his teeth.

Oh you truly couldn’t wait for tonight.

When you and Andrew got home, he was carrying you bridal style like he always wanted to. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, laughing as he kicked the door shut and quickly set the alarm before moving to the stairs. “Andrew. Andrew, baby please, I need you, I need you so bad.”

You had been desperate ever since he finger fucked you while taking off your garter, sneaking away to finish it off while everyone was dancing to fuck you with his long digits in the hallway, effectively making you come undone around his fingers while you begged for more.

He laughed, pressing kisses to your neck as he finally made it up, going straight to your shared room’s closed door. “You need me, love? Yeah? I swear to fucking god I’m going to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk straight for the rest of the year baby. I’ll fuck you so much you’ll never forget this night, fill you up with so much cum that you’ll be pregnant by the end of the night.”

You gasped, making him pause after he opened the door, raising a brow. “Y/N, baby, everything alright?”

You looked back inside the room, smiling when you saw the baby blue bag. “Take me inside!” He quickly does as you say, setting you down as you quickly run to the bag, your bare feet padding along the cold wood floor. “Open it!”

“Baby, is everything alright? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just open it!”

He sighs as he slowly sits down on the bed, your hands already undoing the back of your dress and slipping it off easily because Andrew had untied the main knot earlier. You kneeled in front of him, the only thing covering your body was the lingerie that you had underneath your wedding dress. The sight alone made him get distracted, your eyes wide and waiting for him to open the bag that he had seen earlier, face bare of makeup that you had taken off before you both left the venue.

“Andrew!” You whined, a pout on your swollen lips. “Open it!”

“R-Right,” he looks down at the bag, inhaling deeply as he takes out the tissue paper and you giggle. He slowly takes out the fabric, your face falling when he looks at you confused. “What is it?”

“It’s a onesie, Andrew!” You groaned. “Turn it around!”

He did, jaw falling slack when he saw the blue texts underneath the graphic of a swaddled baby, ‘YOU’RE GOING TO BE A DADDY!’

You start to worry when he doesn’t speak, quickly peeking over the onesie to see his eyes red and bloodshot, tears falling down his cheeks. “Oh, Andrew!”

“I’m going to be a dad?” His voice was broken, hoarse as you quickly jumped into his chest, hugging him. “Oh my fucking god, I’m going to be a dad. I’m going to be a daddy, baby, you’re making me a daddy.”

You smiled widely, tears of relief filling your eyes as you slowly pulled the onesie from his grip and pulled him down to press a kiss to your lips. You groaned loudly as his hands quickly hold your hips, pulling you off of the ground as he stood and turned around, easily laying you on the bed before crawling over your body.

His lips trail over your skin, sucking and biting to leave hickies all over your perfect skin. He groaned loudly as your legs spread automatically for him, sitting back to quickly undo his belt and unbutton his pants, fumbling to slip them off making you giggle. He succeeds after a few minutes, ducking back down to kiss against your tits.

“To think these pretty tits are going to be filled with milk for me soon,” he murmured against your nipples, cupping and squeezing at them making your nipples quickly go hard and your back arch. You whined as he sucked on your nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive bud as he stared up at you. “You’re going to be a perfect mommy for our babies, darling, but I think as soon as I taste your milk, I’m gonna keep wanting more.”

You whined as his other hand squeezed at your nipple, flicking with his thumb as he continued to suck and abuse the other, groaning. “Dr-Drew, you’re going to be a perfect daddy, you’re going to be the best daddy ever.”

He groans against your tit, lapping against your perky bud with a wink. “Do you think so, baby? I swear, I’m going to love seeing you round with my baby and tits full of milk. Swear, I’m going to be hard all the fucking time seeing you pregnant with my baby. Think I’m going to like seeing you pregnant.”

You whined loudly, hips bucking as your eyes rolled back when he moved to the other tit. “Andrew, Andrew please!”

“Ah ah baby, I’m a daddy now,” he grinned at you, teasing you. “Think you should call me that now.”

This wasn’t something that happened often, but how could you refuse when he looked so fucking proud of himself? “D-Daddy, daddy please. Please, need you to fuck me. Need to be full of your cum, need to feel your cock inside of me.”

He groaned loudly, leaning up to press his mouth to yours, his tongue swirling around your own. It wasn’t even a kiss, his tongue swirling and shoving down your throat as he guided his cock in between your legs, pushing inside of you and swallowing the loud moan that left your mouth.

“Fucking hell, you feel so fucking good, I swear,” he basically growled against your lips, gasping as your nails dragged down his back. “Maybe it’s because you’re growing my child? Could that be it? You’re making me a daddy, gonna be the perfect fucking mother for our children?”

You nodded, mind blurry as you tried to focus on his voice, but the only thing you could think about was his dick. He was slow at first, his cock not foreign inside of you, but the faster his thrusts got, the more you couldn’t focus. “Yes!” You yelled out, the only thing you could even think about. Yes, I’ll be the perfect mother. Yes, I’ll raise your children, yes, yes, yes.

“Swear baby, if it’s going to make you like this, I’m going to keep you pregnant all the fucking time,” he groans, hips moving faster as your head tilted back, mouth lulled open and moans falling out, but your face was so fucked out it looked like you weren’t thinking of anything else but his cock, not even the words coming out of his mouth. “Look at you, baby. I love you darling, I do, but I fucking love when you get all cock obsessed for me. Are you cock obsessed, baby, dick drunk? Hm?”

Your head lulls, nodding as your nails dig into his shoulders, another orgasm close as you speak. “Yes. Yes, daddy, I’ll be pregnant all the time for you! I’ll stay here, ready to get fucked and bred, pumped full of cum to give you babies!”

It was words fully fueled of lust, the smell of sex in the air and the sounds of skin against skin slapping together echoing off the walls fueling both of your fucked out states. It was fully possible you didn’t even know what you were saying, only thinking about his cock, as you were successful all in your own, but there was the chance where you did know what you were talking about and you would sit here pumping babies out for him every nine months just for him to get you pregnant again and again as soon as you’re cleared.

The thought truly did sound fucking amazing. You both knew damn well he could provide for both of you and all of your children, no matter how many you both chose to have.

“Oh yeah, baby? You gonna be a good fucking cumslut, gonna be bred over and over again? Huh? Gonna keep you fucking pregnant, all while you be the perfect fucking mother for each and every one of our spoiled little brats that are going to fucking praise you like a goddess. Gonna fuck you over and over again, not gonna let any drop of cum spill out, keep all of my sperm inside of you so you can get pregnant over and over. You like that? Do you like the thought of having babies over and over again for me?”

His words easily tipped you over the edge, his cock ramming into you over and over again, fucking you like a fleshlight and using your abused hole to please you. The only thought in your mind was the unrealistic image of cum, his cum, spurting out of your cunt, tummy bulging like you were nine months pregnant just from his sperm and tits leaking breast milk that he would devour every minute of the day if he could.

Even if it was unrealistic, he would make it happen if you asked him to.

“Baby, you already came, you squirted all over my cock. What’s going on in that little fucked out brain of yours, hm? Tell me, it better not be the thought of anything other than my cock,” he grunted as he slammed his hips back into you, his hand pushing between the both of you to rub circles against your puffy clit. His other hand grabbed your chin, wiping the drool running down your chin as he forced you to look at him. “Hey baby, I’m right here. Look at me and tell me what you’re thinking about, tell your daddy what you’re thinking about as his cock fucks you so hard and his cum fills you up. Tell me!”

You screamed out, a broken noise leaving your lips as his thrusts get rougher, harder, his fists squeezing at your tits. “I want to stay pregnant for you, daddy! Want to be leaking with your cum every day, want milk to be inside my titles and for you to drink it every day, don’t care how many babies we have as long as you fuck me and fill me and get me pregnant! Want your babies, daddy, want all your cum!”

He lets out a loud, guttural groan into your neck, his hips faltering as he came inside of you, gasping for air as you pant above him. His hands shakily hold your hips, his lips turning soft against your skin as he rolled his hips gently, your hands stroking his back. You finally came down from your high, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his temple.

“I think… two kids is good.”

“Just two? Thought you wanted more,” he teased at first making you giggle, but he smiled gently at you and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “We can have as many as you want. I don’t care, as long as you’re their mother. You will be the best fucking momma, baby, the best mommy to those kids ever.”

You inhaled shakily, smiling up at him with tears running down your cheeks as you leaned up just enough to press a soft kiss to his lips. “And you’re going to be the best daddy. I promise.”

He smiled. “We’ll make amazing parents.”

“We will, Drew. Amazing fucking parents.”

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amberlynnmurdock · 9 months ago

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I Want You

Pairing: Ben Poindexter "Dex" x Reader

Summary: Dex comes home from a late shift at the FBI to find you sleeping on his side of the bed.

Genre: 18+ CONTENT. SMUT. This is literally pure smut lol. Read with caution and also wrap it before you tap it, this is FICTION lol.

A/N: IDK where this smut came from but this might be the dirtiest I've written LOL. Might be slightly out of character, but I imagine any "light-hearted" Dex I write is before the events of Season 3. There's also MILD angst and MILD fluff if you squint, but LOTS of smut LOL. Enjoy my Dex lovers, so glad I've found you all <3 also this is barely edited I literally just knocked this out

Words: 1.8k

Dex is working late tonight—later than usual. Later than he’d like to, knowing you were alone at his apartment, waiting for his arrival. He hoped tonight would’ve been an early night but as expected, to his dismay, the SWAT unit was called in for a job and there was no chance Dex would be able to get home to you before you fell asleep.

I’m sorry he texted you, the heavy feeling he always got when he knew he would be disappointing you They need us tonight.

It’s okay you replied, and Dex read it in your sing-song voice I’ll be here waiting. Wake me up for a kiss.

Dex’s mouth twitched in a smile as the elevator lifted him to his floor, where you were most definitely lying in his bed already, making a mess of his fitted sheets. The only clutter he allowed in his life was the mess made by you. He leaned against the wall of the elevator and sighed; he wouldn’t let his exhaustion get in the way of making sure he gave you a kiss goodnight.

His shoulders were sore from the job tonight, aches and pains all over his back. His bed was practically calling his name and you, the keeper of his comfort. When the elevator dinged, he sauntered to his apartment door and quietly opened it so as to not make any sound. He didn’t want the door opening to wake you—he wanted his lips to take care of that.

Dex places his keys carefully on the hook and shrugs his denim sherpa jacket off. He opens the door to his bedroom quietly and sighs in contentment as he sees you sleeping soundly. He rarely got good sleep, so it was satisfying to see you deeply in it. It helped him most of the time.

Not wanting to get in bed without cleaning himself of the night’s job, he stalks to the bathroom and shuts the door before turning the light on so it won’t wake you. After a five-minute hot shower and brushing his teeth, Dex throws on a thin white shirt and boxers and then opens the door again to find you sleeping soundly still.

He stays in the doorway, watching you sleep. He often did this for peace of mind. When his thoughts got too loud and he began to feel himself spiral, just your presence alone was enough to bring him down. Help him sleep. You always did. Your hair was sprawled on his pillow—you were sleeping on his side, as you always did when he came home late—and you held the covers close to your chest. You looked perfect. He almost didn’t want to wake you up and ruin this image of you, but he had to do what you requested.

Dex sits in the crook of space you left as you’re sleeping in a fetal position, legs close to your chest. The bed dips a little when he sits and he gently runs his fingers over the side of your face, caressing your skin carefully. It only takes him four times of doing this until you stir in your sleep.

“Dex,” your eyelids are heavy but you force them to open to see Dex’s soft expression looking down at you, a smile on his face. “You’re home.”

“I am,” Dex whispered. “You wanted me to wake you.”

“I know,” you reach up lazily and cup his cheek in the palm of your hand, thumb grazing just below his bottom lid. “Kiss me.”

Dex’s eyes are half closed as he leans down to meet your lips. When your lips finally touch, his eyes close, and the kiss consumes every fiber of his being. The noise that constantly buzzed in his head, for a moment, was silenced by your soft lips. His attention was drawn to your fingers twirling in his dirty blonde locks as you pulled him even closer. Dex opens his mouth and dashes his tongue on your bottom lip, a way to ask you to let him in. You open your mouth in return and let his tongue glide against yours as you breathe in his fresh scent.

“Come here,” you pull back and push the sheets off you for Dex to join.

“This is my side,” he jokes as he slides underneath, brings the covers over the both of you again and hovers his entire body over you. “Give it back.”

“Take it back,” you smirk, your haze of sleepiness fading as the weight of Dex on top of you energizes you. He’s just taken a shower—you can tell by the way his thin white shirt clings onto his hot, soft damp skin. His shirt is so thin you want to rip it apart to feel his warmth on yours. You just might by the way you’re gripping his collar.

Dex laughs, understanding your nudge. He pulls his shirt from the back and off him. It’s only then he realizes you’re already ahead of the game and completely naked in his bed.

“__…” your name falls from his lips as he feels your soft skin pressed into his bed. Dex runs his hands from your neck to your collarbone and stops there to kiss you between the crook of your shoulder. He leaves a trail of kisses along the length of your neck before kissing your lips again. If there’s anything he’s good at, it’s knowing exactly where to kiss you.

“Dex,” you sigh into his kisses and close your eyes. You find his strong hands and guide them to where you need to be touched most. You place the palms of his hands over your breasts and Dex gently kneads them as he pulls back from kissing you. It was a wonder how something so beautiful he was allowed to touch.

But something shifts in his demeanor. Something he knows you like. Without fail he kicks your legs apart so he’s fully over you now, pressing his hard cock between your legs. You take a shaky breath, feeling your arousal grow so much you need him sooner than later. You look up at Dex and he’s already staring down at you.

His eyes are as dark as the room but you can’t ignore the intense gaze he gives you—so intense you felt like he was pulling your soul out of your body and claiming it his. In a way, he already had it. You were all his. You swallow hard, never getting used to the way he looks at you like that, and reach up to grab him by his jaw to kiss you. Dex sucks on your lips and holds you by your waist. You find the band of his boxers and push them off.

“You want me?” That little voice of doubt Dex just can’t ignore comes through in this intimate moment, and he wants to kick himself for asking it. He asks as his lips trace the skin of your neck anyway, pausing to anticipate your reaction. You affirm him, like you always do.

“I want you, Dex,” you breathe, and Dex sighs in relief. He pulls back, a much softer gaze on you, but his eyes still so dark. “I love you.”

It’s those three words he pretends not to hear—pretends like they couldn’t save his life. But they do, they always do. And he’s brought back down to reality as he gently pushes your legs further. His cock is throbbing between his legs now but he won’t give either of you the sweet relief you need—not before he teases you just a bit.

Dex trails his fingers down your stomach and circles your clit gently with his thumb, watching your face for your reaction to his touch. Where do you like it? How does his thumb make you feel? A beautiful expression softly etches on your face that tells him you like what he’s doing. You want more.

Dex slides two fingers inside your warm wetness and it takes everything in him to bite back a moan. He clenches his jaw as he slowly pushes in and out with his fingers in your pussy, going deeper and deeper with each stroke. He curls his fingers to hit the spot you so desperately need to be touched. Goosebumps raise on his skin as he watches your face contort with pleasure.

“Dex,” you demand his name. “I want you.”

Dex slides his fingers out your pussy and cups the back of your neck with his hand to kiss you slowly—he needed this as much as you did. And without warning, Dex lines his cock with your warm pussy and slowly pushes himself inside you.

“Fuck,” you moan softly in his ear as his length stretches your tight pussy. Dex takes a deep breath as he settles inside you, caressing your neck and pushing even deeper. And then he starts to move slowly, pulling all the way out before harshly pushing back in. The bed begins to rock with every thrust he makes, every grunt he suppresses, and every moan you let out. You spread and wrap your legs around his waist, pushing him even deeper, feeling the tip of his cock touch your sweet spot inside. You’re completely soaking all over his hard cock, surely getting the bed wet. Dex had a way of fucking you so good it was hard to think of how to return the favor, but he loved to please you like this, he loved to be in charge of your pleasure. Dex pounds his cock into you slowly, feeling your tightness and wetness all over him, he focuses on your breathing to know when you’re about to come.

“__,” he whispers your name. “Say you want me.”

“I want you,” you whisper breathlessly, feeling yourself come all over his cock, the sounds of sex filling the space between you.

“Keep saying it,” Dex’s voice is hardly above a whisper as he feels himself almost come undone. His pushes his cock all the way inside you, earning a moan slip from your lips.

“I want you, Dex,” you say breathlessly, squeezing your pussy on his cock. “I want you. I want you. I want—“

Dex shuts his eyes and clenches his jaw as his final thrust coats your soft and warm pussy, filling you with his cum. He continues his pounding slowly with each last pump of cum he spills inside you and holds you close to his chest to keep you from shaking.

“It’s okay,” your chest is heaving, and your entire body is shaking. “I’m okay.”

Dex completely pulls out of you, and you feel the space he’s left—empty. Dex looks at you with concern, his heart pounding against his chest. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Dex,” you smile, pushing a sweaty strand of his hair back. “I’m more than okay.”

“Okay,” Dex nods, catching his breath finally.

When Dex gets up to fetch a towel from the bathroom, you wrap yourself in his sheets and claim his side of the bed as your own. When Dex comes back, he smiles to himself. He crawls into bed—into your side—and wraps his strong arms around you. He watches you fall asleep again and only lets himself nod off when he can’t fight sleep anymore.

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siren-serenity · 2 years ago

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ethereal

in which your leona looks more than beautiful at the fairy gala...in your eyes, he's ethereal

characters: leona kingscholar, gn!reader warnings: none a/n: - this was inspired by leona's SSR card vignettes, he's looks- goddamn! - feedback is appreciated!

"Leona-senpai!" Ruggie Bucchi teased his grumpy-looking senior, who rolled his eyes. "Ya look like a fairy when ya'll dolled up, shi shi shi!"

The lion beastman only sighed heavily before toying with the lace and the golden ornaments wrapped around his attire. The golden glitter was laid thickly on every piece of skin shown off to the world, making him seem like he was an angel, glowing even on the bright summer day. However, Leona would to do nothing more but to rip off the itchy, irritating garb but one look from Professor Crewel made him think twice.

"He looks magnificent."

Upon hearing your voice, Leona spun around, ignoring the way his heart fluttered at the thought of you thinking of him in such a way, ignoring how his tail was swaying from side to side (he especially ignored Ruggie's cackling, Jamil's snickering, and Kalim's cheerful remarks), and most of all, the way his cheeks flushed bright red.

"Perfect," He greeted you, smiling gently. Vil clapped his hands, pointing at the lion beastman accusingly.

"See? See?! This is what I'm saying!" Vil threw his arms up in the air and Professor Crewel mirrored him in attitude. An elegant and well-manicured eyebrow was raised at the lion beastman as Professor Crewel nodded. "Leona can definitely smile if he wanted to, but guess who was all grumpy and mopey for the past few hours?"

You couldn't help but hold in a laugh before walking closer. Leona held in a breath when you cupped his chin in your hand, tilting it slightly here and there. The way your (e/c) eyes glimmered and your head eclipsed the overhead lights; it framed you like a halo around an angel.

"How lucky am I," You murmured, only loud enough for Leona to hear. "I have an angel as my lover. Oh, how the Sevens have blessed me today to see such an alluring vision of white."

Leona couldn't help but let out a tiny scoff, gently pushing away your hands but he had never in his life felt so warm, so welcomed, so utterly loved than in your arms. He could only cough and look away, igniting even more laughter from the rest of the group.

"Well, well, well! Leona-senpai, I never knew you could flush so red..." Jamil snickered, hiding a polite smirk behind a raised hand. Kalim nodded in agreement. A puppy-look in his eyes made Leona groan as the ruby-eyed student began to babble.

"You guys look so cute together! When is your anniversary?! I want to give you so many presents! Jamil, what if we gave them hundreds of emeralds and (e/c) jewels for the first day of their anniversary, and then hundreds of pure white doves for the second....OH! Why don't we give them matching thrones and-"

Everyone just blinked at the babbling dorm leader. He was still cheerfully throwing words here and there; Jamil sighed loudly and had to shush him to make him stop.

"Thanks?" You blankly said before shaking your head. You tugged Leona away from the chaos, leading him down the numerous, glamorous hallways of Pomefiore. The lion beastman's shoulders shook with hidden laughter before he tilted his head back and roared carefreely.

"Look at that heir! Why didn't you accept the offer? Matching thrones- pfft-" Leona choked on his breathes, laughing.

"Aww, don't worry darling. After all," You gave him a smile. "you're the king of my heart."

Leona blushed before coughing.

"You can't just say that!" He spluttered but the twitches of his fluffy ears and the pleased swaying of his tail gave his emotions away immediately. You pushed him against the wall, smirking as Leona's eyes widened.

"I'll say it as much as I want to," You breathed out, nuzzling and pressing soft kisses along his neck. Leona groaned, fisting around your biceps. "You're ethereal, my love."

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 2 years ago

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Being Aemond's conquest is giving me dom/sub feels. He probably wouldn't hesitate in completely destroying his conquests and forcing them to submission (consensually) and claiming them as his in every way he can. He probably only allows a bit of brattiness for conquests he is more familiar with though, lol.

Closer

Warnings: Smut. Pure smut. BDSM style relationship. 18+ Pairing: Dom!Aemond x Sub!Nameless Female Character Word count: 1.6k

“I can’t!” she whines piteously, backing up the bed away from Aemond, prey attempting to escape its predator.

To anyone that doesn’t know any better, Aemond’s face holds an air of cold indifference. However, to her, the sadistic glint in his eye is unmistakable. She hates him when he is like this. Yet she craves it just the same. She needs that steadying hand of correction, to give herself fully to Aemond’s control. And he loves being in control.

Aemond stands at the foot of the bed, looming over her. His long white hair is untied, hanging loose around his face and shoulders. He has chosen to forego the use of his eyepatch for this evening’s activities, the sapphire within the empty socket glints malignantly in the light cast from the fireplace. He is bare chested, the pale skin of his toned chest and stomach creamy white and intoxicating.

Ordinarily, Aemond stays fully clothed for their encounters, preferring a swift exit once they are finished. However, he knows tonight will be prolonged and messy. Best not to create any unsightly stains, he thinks to himself. His cock strains painfully at the laces of his leather riding trousers. The urge to free it and bury it in her tight heat is overwhelming, but he refrains, she’d enjoy that. Tonight is not about her pleasure, it is about correction. She had forgotten her place.

It had started earlier that morning. Aemond had awoken with a deep throbbing ache that he knew only her cunt would satisfy. Ever discreet, he’d waited for the opportune moment to approach her. It would not do for a prince to be seen fraternising with a lady in waiting. They were both aware of this and took great lengths to keep their regular trysts a secret. He had lingered around the Red Keep all day, watching her from a distance, waiting for his moment to strike. An opportunity finally presented itself when he saw her sat in the gardens with Helaena. His older sister’s attention was captivated by a beetle meandering its way across the stone floor, so he’d made a point to quietly walk past, whispering as he did so.

“Meet me in my chambers at noon.”

The rush of excitement she’d had felt had caused a flush to creep across her skin. She imagined the iron clad grip of his hands on her hips, the sobs of pleasure that bubbled in her throat, his whispers of “ilībītsos” little slut. Heat had pooled in her core at the thought, biting her lip in anticipation.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of their Septa, calling both her and Helaena inside for needlepoint practice. Late morning gave way to early afternoon, then mid-afternoon. The time was whiled away by girlish exuberance, as she and Helaena giggled and gossiped. The intricate detailing of the spider that Helaena was embroidering becoming more detailed as the hours ticked by.

Realisation suddenly dawned on her and she looked to the Septa. “Is it noon yet?”

“My child, it is four hours past.” Her eyes went wide, dread gnawing at her insides.

“If you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere I need to be.”

She rushed from the room, not giving the Septa a chance to enquire as to where she was going.

She slowed her pace as she approached the door to Aemond’s chambers, attempting to calm herself. She smoothed her skirts, calmed her breathing and then knocked.

“Enter” came the curt reply.

Her heart hammered in her chest as her hand lingered hesitantly on the door handle. Her sense of reason was screaming at her to turn and run, to avoid the inevitable wrath of the Targaryen prince. Yet another sense urged her forward: lust.

Aemond was seated in an armchair, facing the fire, his back to her as she entered the room. The long nimble fingers of his left hand drummed softly on the arm of the chair. He said nothing to her, the silence felt like it stretched on for an eternity as she stood there.

Finally, she decided to speak up, unable to endure his ignorance of her presence any longer. “My prince, I am sorry I was late, I…” “Late?” he interrupted her, his voice eerily calm, “Riña, you are not late. You have forgotten your prince.” Girl.

He stood and walked slowly towards her.

Fear and excitement made her stomach lurch and her heart flutter.

“I would never forget you, I only…”

Her sentence was cut off as she felt the sharp sting of the back of Aemond’s hand strike her cheek. She gasped, stumbling back, her fingers gently touching the quickly reddening skin of where he’d hit her. When she looked up at him through tear filled eyes he appeared almost composed, yet she could see the slight flare of his nostrils, the burning intensity of his right eye. She was in trouble.

“You are disrespectful, ilībītsos.” He said, “You have kept a prince waiting. A Targaryen prince. And you must be taught a lesson.” Little slut.

She stared at him wide eyed, not knowing quite what to say. The sting of her cheek was far outweighed by the ceaseless clenching between her thighs.

Her eyes flickered to his hand moving towards his hip, watching as he unsheathed his dagger before twirling it skillfully between long digits.

“Aemond, no!” said cried, her expression one of pure horror. Fear clutched at her in an icy cold grip.

He gave a slight smirk, his eye fixed on hers. “You think I mean to cut you? You shall not get off so lightly.”

She flinched as he slashed the blade downwards, slicing the bodice of her gown in two, before dropping the dagger and pulling the rest off with his hands, until she stood bare before him.

Relief immediately washed over her. He had not meant to harm her. This was quickly replaced by a feeling of shame, upon realising her vulnerable state. Her hands attempted unsuccessfully to cover her modesty.

Aemond’s eye roamed appreciatively over her, his lips quirking slightly as he did so. “Get on the bed.” He commanded. “I won’t ask you twice.”

There was a part of her that wanted to defy his order, to find out what would happen next. However, like the wanton little thing that she was, she found herself obeying him wordlessly as she climbed on top of the covers.

His hands were immediately upon her, manhandling her into the position her wanted her in. The next few hours were a heady mess of his lips, teeth, tongue and fingers wrenching climax after climax from her aching body. She swore at one point she could feel him pressing the pommel of his dagger inside of her, but she could not be sure. The mingling of overstimulating sensations made her mind cloudy.

At some point he strips himself out of his tunic and jerkin, remarking on how the mess that’s dripping down her thighs will ruin the material. She does not notice him remove his eyepatch, until she is met with the sight of the sapphire, shimmering and threatening all at once.

Which finally brings her to the present moment. Her abused core is throbbing and sensitive, her thighs are trembling. She is certain she cannot take anymore. She will surely pass out if he brings her to her peak just once more.

“I can’t…” she repeats feebly, when he says nothing.

“You can. You will. You must.” He taunts, dragging her back towards him by her thighs.

“Aemond, please, have mercy! Just fuck me and get this over with.”

“Oh no, ilībītsos, you will not have my cock this night.” He says softly, “I would not fuck you past your peak. You are too loud.”

He settles himself between her legs, pushing his face to her most sensitive of parts. She sobs, tears rolling down her cheeks as he presses his tongue back to her pearl, for what feels like the hundredth time that day, licking at her like a man half starved, eliciting another shuddering crest of sensation from her.

He finally stands, satisfied that the task is complete and admires his handiwork. She is a shaking mess, tangled in the bed clothes. Her cheeks are ruddy and tear stained, her hair fans wildly around her head. The apex of her thighs is glistening with her slick and swollen with overuse.

He unlaces his trousers, sighing with relief as his hand finds his erect cock. This evening has been every bit as torturous for him as it has been for her and he is eager for release.

She looks hopefully up at him as he does this and he lets out a quiet chuckle.

“Remember, I said I am not going to fuck you.”

He knows she hates it when he doesn’t spend inside of her and so he fists his length, ready to deliver the final insult. It does not take long for him to reach his end, having been painfully hard for the last few hours. He sighs as he ejaculates rope after pearly rope across her skin.

The wail she lets out sounds almost heartbroken. He smiles to himself. She has definitely learned her lesson.

“Get out.” He tells her coolly, as he tucks himself away and laces his trousers back up.

“But…but…I am a mess!” She protests.

He smirks. “Yes. Yes, you are. And perhaps you will think on that the next time you decide to behave like your time is more valuable than mine.”

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★ 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 ★ || b.c

★ summary: celebrating a first anniversary as a married couple has to be special. too bad chan was called into work right in the middle of his dinner with his husband, y/n. y/n understands, he really does, but this is their first anniversary for crying out loud. y/n sends chan off with a bitter smile and an idea in his head. chan deserves a night of relaxation for being such a hardworking husband.

★ characters: bang chan, y/n

★ warnings: semi-fluffy, very nasty, chan calls reader a pretty boy, some language but not a lot, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

★ word count: ~1.8K words

★ requested?: yep, thanks a lot anon!

★ binnie's thoughts: this was requested by a lovely anon, and i originally planned to get one of my wips out first, but this request literally plagued my dreams,,, so enjoy!

★ disclaimer: this fic in absolutely NO way represents the stray kids members as people. this is just for fun, so don't take it to heart. just enjoy!

As soon as you heard the door close and the familiar sound of the locks being turned, you quickly began to clean up the remains for your supposedly romantic dinner with a heavy heart. Of course you understand that Chan’s line of work can be demanding, but it is your first anniversary as a married couple.

The wedding was truly one-of-a -kind. It was small, with your parents attending as well as Chan’s own parents and siblings, and the other members of Stray Kids being present. The remaining seven members argued who was going to be Chan’s best man, each one of them spouting the generous things they have all done for their leader. Chan wrangled his kids and told them they could all be his best men. All of them gave each other pointed looks before agreeing. Sweet little Jeongin didn’t want to be Chan’s best man, he actually wanted to be yours. And what kind of monster would you be if you said no to his sweet smile and shining eyes?

You and Chan met in high school, with you being a foreign exchange student, there was a heavy language barrier, so you didn’t really have many friends. You often sat alone in the classroom at lunch, until Chan came and pulled a chair up to your desk. When you looked up to see who was sitting by you, your jaw dropped. A mop of curly, dark mahogany hair and round eyes to match greeted you. Chan looked at you with a bright smile, his eyes crinkling and disappearing. You both introduced yourselves and the rest is pretty much history.

You followed Chan everywhere he went, you stuck by his side through it all. His debut, the hours upon hours of grueling training. You called him every night while he was away on various tours and interviews, you would stay up late with him on the phone while he continued to work, his insomnia getting the best of him. He told you that your snores were like a soothing white noise to him. That statement earned him a slap on the arm.

You smile to yourself as you wash the dishes. Your husband is so hardworking, always thinking of others before himself, not once complaining about having to do multiple things at once. But you can tell that it's taking a toll on him. He still smiles, but it’s not as bright or as often, and you frown, deciding that your husband needs a night of pure relaxation.

After finishing with the dishes and cleaning up any other mess you see, you venture into your bedroom. You make your way to the bathroom and run a bath for yourself. You strip out of your comfy clothes and sink into the water, letting out a sigh at the feeling. You quickly trim your growing bush and make sure your skin is nice and soft for your husband. After your bath, you wrap a towel around your damp body and contemplate what to wear.

Chan is a simple man, he thinks you look good in anything, whether it’s nothing at all or a trash bag. His libido isn’t very high but he can’t resist you, he thinks you’re the sexiest being to ever walk the Earth, and he has no problem telling you so. The two of you are very affectionate, so sex is usually soft and vanilla, but tonight you think it’s time to spice it up just a tad. You dig around in your shared closet and eventually pull out a small plastic bag containing something you bought so long ago. You planned to wear them one day, but the timing was never right, so you ultimately tossed the bag deep in the closet and forgot about it for about two years.

Pulling the small box out of the plastic bag, you examine it carefully. A pretty black box with red ribbon wrapped around it, the store’s logo plastered on the side of the box. You untie the ribbon and lift the lid off the box. The black fabric blinks back at you, and you carefully grip the fabric in your hands. You carefully take the garments out of the box and you let your towel fall from your body. Taking a seat on the bed, you lift your leg and slide the black thigh-high stockings onto your limb. You like the way the band tightens around your plush thigh, the flesh pillowing around it. You slide on the second one and walk to your vintage full-length mirror. You move your legs in different positions, enjoying the way the stockings look against your skin tone.

What you fail to notice is the figure standing behind you, leaning against the door frame of your bedroom. Chan’s eyes roam your naked body, his bottom lip between his teeth. Chan clears his throat, chuckling as he watches your frame jump in surprise, a startled gasp falling from your mouth. You quickly cover yourself up as you whip around to look at Chan with warm cheeks. He was supposed to be gone for at least two hours, so what the hell is he doing at home right now?

As if he could read your mind, Chan speaks up, “It was an easy fix, Changbin couldn’t figure out the right melody and Jisung was absolutely no help.”

“Oh, well. Uh, that’s good,” you mutter, quickly becoming more aware of the way Chan is looking at you right now.

“So, what’s this, hm? Is this a part of our anniversary?” Chan takes a step towards you, his eyes not leaving your face for a second. You look like a deer in headlights, eyes blown wide and your lips becoming red from nervous chewing.

You simply nodded, not really trusting your voice to reply for you. You slowly uncover your lower body, allowing Chan to see the half-hard on you’re sporting. Chan takes a few shorts steps towards you and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his hard chest.

“Well, this is a pleasant surprise.”

The next thing you feel is your body being lifted up and dropped onto the bed. You let out a soft yelp of surprise as you watch Chan lift his shirt up and over his head, tossing the item behind him. He grabs both of your legs, running his hands along the soft fabric covering your skin. He spreads the limbs a little as he leans down until he’s face to face with your dick. He places soft kisses to your inner thighs, causing little goose bumps to form across your arms and the back of your neck.

“My husband is such a pretty boy, wearing these stockings just for me, huh?” Chan says, his warm breath fanning against your dick, causing it to twitch a bit.

“Mmh, yes, Channie,” you answer, your hands gripping the duvet below you, your teeth toying with your bottom lip as you look at the gorgeous man in between your legs.

“Then I guess I better give this pretty boy a nice reward for doing something so nice for me,” with that, Chan’s tongue comes out and licks a long stripe from your puckered rim all the way to the tip of your dick.

The slurping sounds are loud in your ears as Chan uses his tongue to stretch your hole for him. He hums against your hole as his large hand jerks you off in tandem. You let out whines and little chants of Chan’s name, which only makes him want more. Your body is twitching and a light layer of sweat covers your skin.

You’re so close to your release and Chan knows. Not wanting the moment to be ruined so quickly, he pulls away from your body. He gives you a smirk as he lifts his body up to remove the remainder of his clothes. Once Chan is as bare as the day he was born, he uses his hand to get himself to full hardness. As you watch him, a lightbulb goes off in your head.

“Channie, I have an idea,” you call to him softly, your eyes zeroed in on his form.

“Oh? What’s on your mind, darling?”

“Since I have these pretty stockings on, why don’t you fuck my thighs?” you try to keep your voice as soft and innocent as possible, and you push your plush thighs together for effect.

Chan lets out the most delicious groan you have ever heard from him. “Darling, you always have the best ideas,” Chan praises you, and he walks towards your body, his hand on your knee.

Chan parts your thighs a bit, slipping his dick in between them. He tips his head back at the feeling, and he closes your thighs around his dick. He gives an experimental thrust, the soft fabric rubbing on his length in the best way. You love seeing your husband like this, blissed out and the usual furrow of his eyebrows long gone.

Chan picks up the pace, the force of his hips hitting your ass causing your body to bounce up and down. Chan leans over you, capturing your lips with his, his tongue finding its way into your mouth, licking all in your mouth. Chan loves sloppy kisses, something about swapping spit with you makes the man go absolutely crazy.

It isn’t long before Chan’s hips begin to skip and stutter, a telltale sign that he’s reaching his release. His moans and groans turn into whimpers and whines as he chants your name over and over. His curls are sticking to his head as the heat of your activities fills the room.

“Can I cum on your pretty stockings, darling? I promise I’ll buy you a new pair, please let me cum on them,” Chan whines in your ear, his thrusts becoming irregular as he chases his release.

“Yes, gods yes, Channie,” you answer him, your own release coming up fast. You wrap your arms around your husband, your grip on him nice and tight, just how he likes it.

It isn’t much longer until Chan spills all over your thighs and a little on our stomach. He cries out in pleasure, his head tipped all the way back, his strong neck exposed to you. You finish after him, your own release splashing onto his abs and a bit on his chest.

The two of you come down from your highs, just reveling in the embrace of one another. You’re both freshly washed, a movie playing on the television in front of you. Chan lets out a content hum. You’re massaging his shoulders and neck, helping the man get the knots out of his muscles. He loves receiving a massage after the two of you share an intimate moment together, and tonight is no different. You would do anything for your hardworking husband.

#binnies req #stray kids smut #kpop x male reader #stray kids x male reader #male reader #bang chan x reader

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horneybeach1 · 1 year ago

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Hi! I hope you’re having a great day! I had an idea for a fic and I thought I’d send it to you!

Theodore Nott or Mattheo Riddle x fem! Reader

The readers on her phone relaxing after spending all Saturday on homework, and she opens tiktok and watches edits edits of her boyfriend and watches some for like hours and then he walks in- (stay with me bestie-) and she dosent notice, and she’s gotten really horny, needy and turned on *cough* maybe she goes on character ai to try to make her miss him less and she’s just super horny- he sees her watching edits of him and it’s just super smutty?

A/n: Also this is my first time requesting! I sent this to a couple of my favorite fanfic authors bc I didn’t know who would respond, I love your work pls keep it up!!

Hey anon! I did my best, i hope you enjoy it. I went for Theoxreader. NOT PROOFREAD DONT COME AT ME. Also, even thought this is a fem!reader, i have no problems writing male or non binary readers (or any others), so don’t let that stop you if you’re worried! Anyway, this has smut, so if you’re not comfortable with that, just don’t read it.

You’d been sat on your bed all day, textbooks, worksheets, pens and highlighters spread over the white sheets, and wanted to relax. You picked up the remote and put on a random film, the first you could find and decided to go on tiktok. After scrolling and watching many tiktoks, from pics to those packing lunch videos, you came across an edit of your boyfriend Theo. It didn’t surprise you really, he’s from a pure blood family and so is famous, and he’s incredibly good looking, even if he doesn’t believe it when you tell him. The poor baby is insecure and extremely self confident at the same time, you honestly don’t understand how. But, after watching one, you decided to look to see if you could find anymore. You searched and found lots. To all sounds. All different styles. Different outfits. Some were even in his school uniform in school. That last one concerned you. But you were lucky, how many women can watch edits of there boyfriend?

Continuing to scroll, you felt the need for something, anything build up, and could feel your pants starting to get wet. The heat between your legs was getting worse and worse when you felt hands reach for your hips as your boyfriend pulled you flush against him.

“When did you get in?” you asked him, but he only responded by looking at you with those eyes, those eyes that told you how much he needed you.

“What are you watching baby?” he asked as he smirked. You knew from the position you both were in he would be able to see the edits of him on your phone, there was no point in trying to hide it. His rough hands danced gently along your curved, and you felt his lips press wet kisses along your neck and jaw, before settling on your collarbone and sucking. His teeth nipped at your skin and you let out a soft moan.

“Do you want something baby?” he asked. You scowled in response.

“fuck off Theo” you were tired of his teasing already, which was surprising based on how much he does it.

“So vulgar tonight Y/n, i’ll let it slide because you’ve been doing homework all day though.” His lips tickled your neck as he spoke.

You turned around to face him, and rub your fingers through his hair, and tugged gently.

“Careful,” he whispered as he looked deep into your eyes. The look he gave you made your heart skip a beat.

“What have you been doing all day honey?”

“I went to Hogsmede with Astoria.” You hummed in response.

Astoria was nice, but falsely so. You knew she wanted Theo, even though her family had promised her to Draco. You felt for her, it wasn’t the best situation, but Theo is yours, as you are his, and she doesn’t seem to get that. They’ve been many places together, as friends do, but you could tell the lingering touches she left on Theo were more than friendly. It’s not like Theo is oblivious, but he hates conflict in the group. The group is his family, as his mother passed and his father… well. In any case, he’d never want to contribute to a bad atmosphere for the group, at least that’s what he told you, so he just waits for this crush to fizzle out.

“Y/n?” You must have gotten lost in your thoughts as his voice pulled you out.

“Yes?”

“What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing,” this time he hummed. You went to stand up but he grabbed on to your hand and told you to stay for a bit, but you shoved him off to get changed into something more comfortable, and then came back to clear away the stuff laid on your bed. You were met with a very pouty Theo, and as you were putting away the shit on your bed, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you on him.

“What’s the matter with you?” you snapped at him.

“I haven’t seen you all day, and you left me by my myself the bed i want to fuck you on”

“You went out with Astoria, im sure she’d be happy to fix that issue for you”

“Drop that attitude before i fuck it out of you.”

Your cheeks blushed as he said it, and you moved the rest of the sheets off the bed. He looked at you with eyes filled with lust as you did so, before he moved over to the door and picked up a bag.

“I got you a present from Hogsmede”

“Oh Theo, you didn’t have to,” he has a habit of buying you something from wherever he goes, and you weren’t complaining as you love being spoiled, but you felt as though he might think you’re only with him for his money.

“I know, Open it,” he said, thrusting it into your hands.

You opened the bag and pulled out a beautiful green box, and opened it to find a set of beautiful green earrings.

“They’re to match with your dress for the yule ball, if you want.” You answered by kissing him gently. He picked you up and placed you on the bed, and left open mouthed kisses along all the skin exposed to him. You reached forward and took off his shirt, and ran your hands down to his happy trail. He threw you a smirk as he stripped you down to your underwear.

“Fuck” he breathed as he took you in.

“Take a picture it might last longer”

“What did i say about that attitude Y/n?”

“I don’t know what did you say?” He turned you around so you were on all fours and gripped your hips in answer.

“Be a good girl for me”

Pleasure rippled through you at his words as you wondered how much power he had over you. You felt his hands run down to your pants and over your covered folds as he left kisses on your back. You grinded back on his dick and felt it hard against your ass, before reaching back and running your hands through his hair. You then moved it down his bare chest to his trousers, palming his dick as he let out a whimper in your ear.

He grabbed your hips as turned you around to face him, before removing his trousers and boxers. He stared at you as his erection hit his stomach, and unclasped your bra. Your nipples hardened as the cool air hit them, then his head dipped down and his tongue swirled around your nipple.

His fingers dipped down to press against your clit, before entering your hole, dipping in, then being brought up to his mouth. You moaned as you watched him suck your juices off his fingers. You went to kiss him, but his head dipped down again.

He left a trail of kisses along your body, before he stopped at your thighs. He opened your legs fully.

“All wet for me baby?”

“I was thinking of Mattheo actually,” you say jokingly, but shut up when he punches your clit and looks at you scoldingly.

“Sorry,” you say, smiling up at him innocently. His head dips down to your left thigh, biting harshly while toying with your clit. The mixture of pain and pleasure makes you gasp, and almost brings you to your climax, when Theo pushes away, and moves to the other thigh, this time leaving a hickey. His wet tongue pushes inside you then comes to wrap around your clit, leaving you writing as he fingers you. His lips release your clit with a small popping noise, before he flicks it around your clit, but never on it. Never in the one place you want it.

He does this for what seems like an age, leaving you a moaning, whimpering mess.

“Please, please Theo” you whine for what must have been the hundredth time, but now, he finally listens. His eyes meet yours, and he sees the tears of pleasure streaming down your face.

“Please what Y/n?”

“Theo I need you, please stop teasing, I-I need you” You say in a quiet voice, barely able to form the words.

“Do you really want it?”

“Theo,” you complain.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes Theo yes please” you beg.

“Do you think you deserve it?,” he teases, “do you think you’ve been good enough for my dick?”

“yesss, I-I have.”

He reaches onto your bedside table where you keep a box of condoms, and unwraps it. He hands you the condom.

“Would you like to do the honours?”

You grab it and roll it on him. He gives no warning as he thrusts inside you, stilling, waiting for you to get adjusted, before slowly dragging out.

He buries his head into your neck, as he thrusts back in, over and over while he toys with your clit until you see stars, as you claw his back, covering it in red marks. He grabs a leg and throws it over his shoulder, the new angle allowing him to reach the right place inside you, hitting it with every thrust before you come undone, clenching around his cock, he continues pounding into you while you offer sweet musings in his ear and sweet caresses down his body. His whimpers, your moans and the sweet smell of sex fill the room until his groans tell you he’s cumming, and he slowly pulls out.

He rolls off the condom, chucks it in the bin, and pulls you close to him. You cuddle into each other, savouring the presence of the other, before he says,

“I love you Y/n”

“I love you Theodore.”

He smiles as he meets your eyes before smirking.

“Round two in the shower?”

#harry potter fanfiction #theo nott x reader #theodore nott smut #theodore nott x reader

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the-fiction-witch · 9 months ago

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Little Alice

Media The Maze Runner

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Sweet AF

As I stood by the stove, I gave the stew a final stir before turning down the heat and leaving it to simmer. The aroma of the savoury broth filled the air, making my mouth water. I then walked over to the sink and turned on the faucet, letting the cool water wash over my hands, washing away any remnants of the meal preparation. I reached for the towel and dried my hands before turning around, ready to move on to the next task.

But before I could, I felt a pair of slender arms wrap around my waist, and I couldn't help but jump a little in surprise. It was him, his callus hands resting on my waist, his head nestled into my neck. The sensation of his lips pressing little, tickly kisses onto my skin sent shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes, savouring the moment, feeling safe and loved in his embrace.

"Hello Love," He cooed,

"Hello Newt," I giggled, "Something I can do for you?"

"Can't I just come and cuddle you while I'm on my break?"

"You can I just wanted to check if you wanted anything," I laughed, "You sure you don't want anything?"

"Well... I wouldn't be opposed to a little kiss?" He cooed, "So? Could I have one Y/n?"

"You may Newt," As I turned to see him, he stood before me with a wide grin on his face, I couldn't help but chuckle at his playful expression. I turned towards him, feeling a sense of warmth spread throughout my body as I wrapped my arms lazily around his neck. He continued to smile widely, his eyes sparkling in the light as he puckered his lips expectantly, making cute and playful kissy faces at me. It was a moment of pure joy and happiness, and I couldn't resist leaning in to meet his lips for a sweet and tender kiss. "Come here silly boy," I laughed tugging him in for a kiss, as soon as our lips touched, he tugged my waist close and his thumbs stroked my hips as our lips gently moved against one another. Until we pulled back,

"Thank you very much Love,"

"You're welcome Newt," I chuckled rubbing my nose on his,

"Love you," He cooed,

"Love you too," I smiled, "Go on, get yourself back to work before Zart yells at you,"

"I'm done with work in the gardens, I have to go do the rounds for Alby."

"Why can't Alby do the rounds?"

"He's dealing with Gally setting up the bonfire tonight," He shrugs, "I'm just doing quick rounds and then the box will be up and I'll come and help you out with the new stock from the box."

"You don't have to help Newt you can have your afternoon off,"

"No, I like helping you love, It makes it easier for you." he smiled,

"You are too sweet," I smiled giving him another sweet kiss, "go on get to your rounds then,"

"Alright," he smiled, "See you later Y/n,"

"See you later Newt,"

He gave me one more kiss before he headed off on his rounds to make the list up for the box.

After ensuring that lunch was served to all the boys, I made my way back to the homestead. As I walked, I found myself feeling increasingly weary, and soon, my exhaustion caught up with me, and I couldn't help but yawn as I leant against the wooden prop,

Just then, I felt a gentle kiss on my cheek, and as I turned around, I saw Newt standing beside me. He was dressed in brown trousers, an orange vest, and an off-white hoodie, and his infectious smile made my heart skip a beat.

As he took my hand, I felt a rush of warmth spread throughout my body. His touch was soft and gentle, and as he leaned in to kiss my hand, I found myself blushing uncontrollably. I could feel his grip tighten around my hand, and in that moment, I knew that I was safe and protected.

"How were the rounds?"

"Fine," he sighed, "The Medjacks are whining,"

"They're always whining," I rolled my eyes,

"To be fair to them... you can't like make bandages."

"True," I sighed, "Is it almost time for bed?"

"Almost the box needs to come up, then we can stock the kitchen and then we can go to bed,"

"Can we have a little cuddle Newt?" I asked laying my head on his shoulder,

"Awww course you can Y/n," He cooed kissing my Y/H/C hair,

"Little sleep," I cooed burrowing my nose into the crook of his neck,

"Ahh... Love!" he laughed, "Stop... stop..." he chuckled trying to stop me from tickling him,

"No," I giggled burrowing even more,

"Ahh! Y/n!" He complained,

A loud alarm suddenly went off, indicating that something was wrong with the box. Upon hearing the alarm, everyone in the vicinity quickly made their way over to the box, eager to find out what was going on and ready to take action if necessary.

"Shall we?" he cooed,

"Alright, let's go." I sighed,

"The quicker we start, the quicker we'll finish up and then we can get to bed," With a warm smile on his face, he gently squeezed my hand as we made our way towards the box. As we approached, Gally stepped forward to open the doors. Suddenly, everyone around us froze in their tracks, The atmosphere became tense and uneasy, As I glanced down, I noticed an array of boxes, bags, and supplies scattered across the box. Among them, stood a brand new cage with a few new animals. However, what caught my attention the most was the sight of a little girl sitting in the centre of the box. She appeared to be lost in her own world, surrounded by all the commotion and chaos that surrounded her.

The little girl sitting there was so petite, she looked like she was barely three years old. She was wearing a beautiful blue dress that complemented her Y/H/C hair, which was tied up in a neat bun at the back of her head. Her big, brown eyes sparkled with mischief and delight as she sat there holding a plush bunny in her arms. She seemed to find the bunny's ear particularly amusing, as she was giggling while chewing on it. The sight of her sitting there lost in her little world of joy and playfulness, was truly heartwarming.

But I was frozen, what was she doing here? This place is not safe for a baby!

As I stood there, watching the scene unfold before my eyes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. Newt and Alby, locked eyes for a moment before Alby gave a subtle nod. It was as if they were communicating silently, each understanding the other without saying a word.

Newt turned to me and squeezed my hand in his. He kissed it gently, a gesture that was both chivalrous and endearing. Without hesitation, he leapt down into the box and knelt beside her, his eyes fixed on her face with a look of deep concern.

As I watched him tend to her,

"Newt, what do you see?" Fry spoke up,

"It- it's a girl," he gasped, "A little girl," he said, "uuuh... Hi. Hi little girl? Are you okay?" he asked her and she giggled, "Can you talk?" he asked but she didn't answer, "Come here little one We'll look after you," he smiled immediately he offered his hands his tone becoming very protective and fatherly towards the little girl, she happily crawled into his arms so he picked her up and sat her on his hip as he climbed out and sat in the grass with her, "Hi, yeah. You're a very lovely little thing aren't you," he cooed petting her head,

"She is a cutie," I smiled kneeling beside them,

"Yeah she is," he smiled as the boys began unpacking the box, "Would you like to give Y/n a cuddle little one? hey? she's our only other girl I think you two might get along," He asked and she nodded,

As I approached the little girl, I felt my heart racing with nervousness. But, when I took her from him, I was immediately struck by her innocent and beautiful brown eyes. She looked up at me with a smile and cuddled up close to me. At that moment, a feeling of warmth and protectiveness swept over me. I wrapped my arms around her tightly, holding her close to my chest. I wanted to protect her from all harm and care for her like she was my own. The thought of anyone trying to hurt this little girl filled me with rage and disgust. I knew that if anyone even tried to harm her, I would not hesitate to drop-kick a bitch!

"She kinda looks like you,"

"What?"

"I think so, she has your hair."

"I guess so," I nodded looking at her Y/H/C hair, "She does have my hair,"

"And your nose,"

"My nose?"

"Yeah she has your cute little nose," he smiled kissing my nose and then her little nose making her giggle,

"I guess you're right," I nodded, "she has your eyes though,"

"she does?"

"Yeah, your sweet chocolate eyes,"

"Aww, that's cute,"

"And your dorky smile,"

"Hey!" He joked, "... she's gonna need people to look after her, I know we all will but, she'll need a mum and dad," he explained

As our gazes met, a sudden jolt of recognition passed between us, and we were both transported to a place beyond the drab walls that enclosed us. In that fleeting moment, everything we had ever discussed about escaping this place and starting a new life together came rushing back to us. We both felt a deep longing for the freedom and possibility that lay beyond these grey walls, and for a moment, we allowed ourselves to crave the brighter future we had dreamt of.

"She will," I nodded, "She will need a mummy and daddy. I guess we have a new job," I laughed as I handed her back to him and she happily bundled into his hoodie for a cuddle and went to sleep,

"I guess we do," he chuckled, "We should give her a name,"

"anything you like?"

"Uhh... Marceline?"

"Umm no, Alice?"

"...I like Alice. our own little storybook girl and her white rabbit,"

"Yeah, little Alice," I smiled giving her head a little kiss,

I yawned as I bounced Alice on my hip in our new little room further from the other boys given Alice often doesn't much like sleeping through the night yet, The door opened and Newt came in from his trip to the showers his hair still damp,

"Hi Love," he smiled kissing my cheek,

"Hi newt," I yawned again,

"You want me to take her?"

"You don't mind,"

"no no, you get ready for bed I got her," he said happily taking her and soothing her on his shoulder, "Hi Alice sweetie, yes yes daddy's back now. did you have a nice time with mummy?" He cooed as I got changed and climbed onto the little mattress on the floor that Newt and I sleep on,

she giggled in response to him nodding her head,

"Aww that's good," He smiled, "Just a little cuddle though it's bedtime," he told her and she nodded already drifting off to sleep on his shoulder as he handed her, her little plush bunny,

"she loves cuddling you,"

"yeah, she does, not sure why."

"She's a daddy's girl,"

"You think?"

"Ohh I know so newt."

"Humm Well mummy and daddy both love Alice very much, and Alice loves mummy and daddy too doesn't she?" he asked and she nodded, "awww Okay bedtime," he told her putting her down to sleep, once she was cosy and sleeping he stepped over and sorted himself for bed before climbing in with me but the moment his arm wrapped around me she cried,

"I got it," I chuckled getting up and picking her up giving her a soothing cuddle, "What's wrong Alice?" I asked, but she just clung to me. "I take it little Alice wants a cuddle with mummy and daddy?" I asked and she nodded her cries slowing,

"Alright," Newt sighed a little so I climbed back into bed and let her sleep between us as was her favourite place, she laid down and happily went to sleep so Newt and I cuddled around her with our arms over her to keep her safe, "she's cute when she sleeps,"

"she is, and it's nice and quiet,"

"True, It is nice..."

"Humm?"

"Having a little one,"

"It is nice,"

"Not the first step we planned we thought about escaping, getting married, having a house THEN a baby but seems we got baby first,"

"Yeah, still guess we have to do everything out of order,"

"I don't mind so long as we do it all,"

"Yeah, I don't mind either," I smiled,

"I am a little annoyed,"

"About sharing our bed?"

"No, I don't mind, even if... I would like a cuddle with you a little more,

"What are you annoyed about then newt?"

"...That we have a baby... and I didn't get to do the fun part of making a baby,"

"That's your complaint?"

"Yeah," he blushed, "and that also doesn't help with her cuddling between us,"

"Maybe on break tomorrow okay newt?"

"Yes!" He smiled kissing me, "Goodnight Y/n,"

"Goodnight Newt,"

"Nighty night Alice," he smiled kissing her head,

"Night Alice," I cooed kissing her too as she slept.

I got on with my work making the chicken and bacon for dinner tonight when I saw a sweet sight, as Newt came around the corner of course, everyone in the kitchens got excited as they saw he had little Alice with him eager to coo at her.

"Hi Mummy," He cooed,

"Aww Hi Daddy," I smiled, "Have you brought me a little mushroom for dinner?"

"Yes, a very squirmy one put her right in the pot," he smiled,

"Noooo!" she whined,

"Aww alright right in the pot." I giggled taking her into my arms, "It's okay Alice you're safe" I laughed kissing her, "You wanna help mummy make dinner for everyone?" I asked sitting her on my hip,

"Yeah!" she giggled,

"You be good for mummy," Newt told her kissing her, and then he kissed me, "I'm off on the rounds,"

"Course have fun," I smiled,

"See you lovely ladies later," he smiled,

I smiled and kissed her head as I cooked with her on my hip,

I lay in the grass with my head in Newt's lap, his back against the log as he pets my hair, we had fallen asleep on our break this afternoon.

"Hey newt, Hey Y/n." Minho laughed as he ran by,

"Hi," I sighed,

"You guys okay?" He asked,

"We are doing all our glade work while also dealing with a three-year-old."

"Fair enough, where is Alice?" He asked,

"With Zart," I sighed,

"What do I have?" Zart asked as he walked past too, but we both noticed,

"Zart where's Alice?" I panicked,

"Uhhh... " he said sheepishly,

"ZART! Where is Alice!" Newt yelled,

"She uhh wandered off..." he gulped,

"Wondered- We asked you to look after her!" I yelled,

"I did I watched her in the gardens and she wandered away," he explained,

"I'll deal with you later," Newt warned before we both got up and bolted around the glade trying to find Alice but I heard her crying, and I spotted her sat just beyond the doors,

"NEWT!" I screamed,

He bolted over and we both froze with relief seeing her, but chills ran down my spine as the wind ran through the maze and the doors began to close,

"Alice!" I screamed in panic,

Newt quickly kissed me before he ran inside bravely picking Alice up and clutching her to his chest, he ran quickly through the doors handing her to me seconds before the doors closed. I pulled her tight and kissed her head soothing her sweetly, Newt collapsed against the wall.

"You okay?" I asked,

"Fine..." he gasped, "Is she okay?"

"She's fine just a little spooked," I told her, "You know no to go wondering off Alice,"

"Zart!" Newt yelled, "Get your bloody ass here!"

"Ahhhh! I'm sorry!" Zart yelled running away but Newt quickly chased after him,

I headed across the glade grass, I made my way to the gardens where I spotted them. Newt sat in the grass with Alice on his lap having her help him to make little holes in the dirt and put in the little plant cuttings.

"and pop it down, and pat it down." he smiled, "There perfect Alice," he cooed, "You're little garden is getting so nice," he cooed,

"Awww the perfect little gardener," I smiled sitting down with them and she happily cuddled me, "Zart will have to work for him, Alice,"

"Garden," she giggled

"Yes your little garden is lovely," I smiled, "Isn't she doing good Daddy?"

"She is, you're doing so good Alice," He smiled cuddling her too, "Mummy and Daddy are very proud of you little one,"

"Of course we are," I smiled giving her head a little kiss, "Now let's plant your next strawberry," I told her,

I held Alice close making sure she had her bunny tight in her arms as we huddled in the griever hole, darkness surrounded us but I felt safer with Newt's arms around me, he kissed Alice's head we we watched light slowly flood the room as the door opened.

We walked slowly through the corridor of pipes and cables before we found a lab. Everyone scattered curiously trying to find things in this broken abandoned place, I covered Alice's eyes as I saw blood and bodies littering the floor.

"So they were watching us..." Newt muttered as he found the screens all set up to watch the glade we knew.

"All this time..." I muttered, before we pressed on everyone looked for evidence of what do to, and where to go now, but I found some files, I handed Alice to Newt and began looking through them. I called everyone else over and we each found our own files, learning things about ourselves that these creators had taken down. "Oh my god...

"What?"

"Alice." I gasped barely able to comprehend what I read,

"what about her?" he asked,

"She- she's our daughter."

"What..." he gasped as he looked too,

"she... Alice is our daughter..."

"Ho- how is that possible?" he asked,

"Subject A001, first in the line of the next lab testing. A sample was taken from subject A5 - Control Group 'Newt' and was successfully implanted into the sample from subject A16 - Immune group 'Y/n', the subject embryo grew in stasis successfully and is confirmed 'Immune group' A001 will be released to the trials for further tests..." I read,

"...She... she was just an experiment.." he muttered, "just to see if she... would be-"

"She - she was just a lab test. A Test tube baby." I said, "But she's ours." I said I forced the file away and took Alice in my arms giving her kisses and letting her play with her bunny, "No matter what... she's our daughter. not becuase of some test. some genetics-"

"But because we love her, we looked after her." he nodded in complete agreement, "It's nice though to know... she really is our little girl."

"It is" I nodded, "Our little Alice." I smiled "We love you very much, Alice."

"We do, mummy and daddy love you very much Alice,"

"Love mummy and daddy too," she giggled,

"Come on, let's get out of here," he said giving my lips a soft kiss.